Sleep doesn't come easily to one who's been chased by horrific monstrosities and things that spew acidic substances. For Heather, this is exactly the case. Sitting in class trying to pay attention to what the teacher was saying didn't help at all. His words became mere drones and grunts, and before she realized, she was dozing. Whether or not the events that would follow were actually witnessed by anyone around her, Heather herself sure felt them. A sudden sharp pain drove itself through her skull, and the blond found herself curling into a ball on the floor.

The walls around her began to crumble, drywall falling and ceilings peeling. Heather herself didn't pay much attention to these details, as the screeching sounds driving into her brain were nearly paralyzing her very existence. One last breath was felt lucidly before everything went dark.

Finally stirring, within her mind, she'd merely blinked before she awoke to nearly pitch black surroundings. Coughing, Heather grabbed for anything around her to pull to her feet. As she rose, coughs came from deep within her lungs as the thickness in the air clung within her every breath. While her eyes started to adjust, familiar images came into view.... A blackboard, several desks and chairs, but nothing could be seen clearly.

Dammit.... Where am I?

A thought bubbled and she began to dig within the pocket of her vest.

I knew keeping this flashlight with me was a good idea....

Pushing the little button in brought a familiar click which she almost wished she hadn't heard....

...Mi....Midwich?

She wanted to cry. But the fact that she remembered this school at all was still slightly bewildering. She couldn't remember herself being within it's confines, but there were still so many memories of things that had happened within it's walls. Awful, terrible things she constantly wished would leave her conscious mind.

Suddenly, from the other side of the wall, footsteps started off in the distance, and grew louder the closer they came to the door.

....Who's there?! I'll kill you if you even think about stepping foot in this door!

Of course, she had no weapon, but would improvise if necessary.

[About an Hour after meeting with his Deceased Mother...]

There was just no explination for it. That was his home. Every inch of it, an exact replica... replica? It was his home. Exactly. The crack in the basment he tripped over and opened his head. The cuts on the wall, him and his mother used to gauge his growth as a child. Even the place where he hid his 'magazines' after the onset of puberty.

And, even the smell of chocolate as Mom baked her 'famous' brownies. All of it. Exactly as it was then. But, something like that should not be possible. That was then; this... was most assuredly now. As he leaves his Mothers house in an emotional daze, he wandered the snow-flaked streets. Unable to have even a dialog with himself.

He simply was at a loss for words.

Fortunately, he was in enough of a frame of mind to think like a Peace Officer and prepped before he departed. The .38 reloaded, about ten extra shots jiggled in his left pocket, against the eight or so shells he managed to find in Dad's room... God. It even smelled like his Dad... The old duck hunting shotgun Dad used in the war also borrowd. It was not too powerful, but had more range and stopping power than the .38 for sure. Still, it didn't increase his odds by very much.

An assortment of strobe lights, the sort you bend to get them to glow. These had a very limited range, and only produced a dim blue light. But it was light, at least... lest he find himself engulfed in darkness again... His heart throbbed hard once at the idea. But, even with all this, he was a man with no direction and nowhere to go... So, he wandered about, happening past the school when the sky started to fade. As if something had swallowed the sun, moon and stars.

'...God, no...' It was happening again...

Darkness sucks him in. He pulled out a strobe and bends it, it flashes on, allowing him to see about three feet in front of himself. Not much at all, but this allowed the light from a window on the second floor to stand out, as well as the path leading to the front door of the school. 'Is....could someone really be in there...?' Deciding he had no other option but too check, he hesitantly heads down the stone path, opening the school doors...

Fate was kind. He was allowed to make it to the second floor without having to fire a shot, the old double barrel clutched in self-preservation. When he finds the door to the room where he saw the light, Jacob grips the door knob, rusted and dirty as it was, and turned. He prayed a little that what was inside was Human.

Please. Please let it be Human...

Entering... he called out... in the voice of a frightened man. "...H-hello... Is anyone in there...?" He'd never met 'Heather' before, and knew nothing of her. But, then, the same was true for Heather regarding himself. Strange place for first meetings...

Heather paused, air caught between her throat and her lungs as her heart felt like it could implode within it's caged prison. Before this, the silence that hung dead within the air was eerie enough, but if it was one of those things on the other side of that wall, she was surely a goner.

As the door opened, a frightened Heather grabbed whatever the thing was on the desk she stood next to and held it out in front of her defensively. Her arm began to flail with the object in hand.

"What the hell do you want?! If you're going to kill me, you had better do it quick. I'm armed and not afraid to...."

Heather looked down at her weapon..... A pencil? What the hell damage could she do with a pencil?! And an unsharpened one to boot. Throwing it to the floor, she scoffed and shook her head.

I'm definitely dead now...

Her eyes lifted to try and make out what the figure was in front of her. But then she heard it.... a human voice...

"Thank God. I thought I was the only live person left in this place. How did you know I was in here?"

Before she could say anything else, a rather disgusting sound seemed to be coming from the other end of the hallway than where the man had come.... Like something was being dragged.... and it wasn't dry, whatever it was. Weird squishing sounds fell heavy on Heather's ears, raising every individual hair on her body to stand at attention.

Being unarmed left her at an extreme disadvantage... but that sound was not one she was familiar with, even in her time here in this God forsaken place...

"Wh...what the hell was that? We need to get out of here."

Her voice wasn't more than a mere whisper. Whatever that thing was, it would surely find them if they stood in one place too long.

Were it not for the training he received in Peace Keeping, he might have gone with his inital reflexes, and fired, ending the saga of Heather in one horrendus mistake. As it stood, when a voice yelled to him to stop or be killed, the door did just that.

Though Jacob retained every intention of entering the room. There was no way he'd leave anyone to navigate these Hell bound walls by their lonesome.

A voice replied to her. Soft. Kind. "Hey... Don't be scared, ok? I'm human; just want to come inside. Is that ok? I saw your light through the window; What's your name? Are you alone, or hurt? I can help. I'm a Security Guard... My name's Jacob. I'm coming in, ok; don't be scared, but I have a gun with me..."

It was best to include that part, lest he seem insincere. Jacob opens the door, as it squeals, the hinges long since surpassed rusted, they were little more than metallic pepper. Inside, he stayed near the wall, giving her as much space as she needed to feel comfortable. The blue light gave him an eerie look, but she could plainly see he was human.

And, indeed, holding a weapon; an old, outdated hunting shotgun.

"No, you're not; I've ran into others, but... we got seperated somehow... I'm looking for a woman named Laura. She's about my height. Red hair. Very pretty. Have you seen her?" No, he'd not given up on Laura, either. The poor woman... God, please let her be alright...

"Do you know what's going on with this place? At first, I thought I was going crazy, but... now I'm not so sure. It...changes somehow, I..." The wet squishing interrupted him, and he turned quickly backing from the door he entered. Instinctively moving to place himself between the sound and Heather, bold hands gripped the shotgun, though one parted with it to reach into his pocket.

He then pulled out a silver .38 Revolver and handed it to her over his shoulder. "Do you know how to use one of these? I have ten more rounds in my left pocket..." In other words, she ought take them while she could. Instead of running, he braced, swallowed a lump and waited for whatever it was. Though they were in the Bowels of Hell...

At some point, they'd have to fight to survive. Like now.

Rigid palms gripped at the legs of the staggering Mannequin, ripping it into an upside down position. It struggled, and quite fiercely, for several minutes before the brute strength of the triangle headed mass of what seemingly used to be a man finally jerked his arms in two separate directions and a loud crack echoed through the room.

The creature finally lay limp in defeat, only twitching a few times before moaning as it perceivably died. Pyramid Head, his large blade in one hand, mannequin in the other, dragged both objects down the hall of Midwich Elementary. His steps were heavy, as the load of the large metallic object attached to his head weighed down on every movement his body made.

Blood mixed with other strange mucus like fluid streamed from the mannequin's body creating a stomach churning sound as it was pulled across the warped floorboards. The click of a light echoed within that large metal prison and his attention turned, following in the direction it came from. Every level of volume was amplified by twelve to him, making tracking rather simple. He groaned as he turned a corner and started down another hallway.

The faint stain of blue light through a crack in a door stuck out like a sore thumb. Though any light would do so in the dull and dismal surroundings of the entire school. As the door crept closer with each step, he dropped the mannequin and lifted his blade. Whatever beings were behind that door were going to the same hell he was in tonight.

The piercing edge of the large machete looking blade was jammed into the brittle, and rather sorry excuse of a door. It almost shattered like glass, splintering as shards of wood scattered about the room a few feet around the door. Pulling the blade back, it was again shoved into the door, having the same affect as the first time..... Only this time, the beings became visible on the other side... as well as making him visible to them. Pulling the blade back once more, he stopped a moment. The pause wasn't long, but lingering before his palm rushed into the rectangular mess of broken wood and it finally fell from the rusted frame that held it. Slow and calculated steps brought the brute beast into the room, staring down the life before him and wanting nothing more than to rip it from their veins.

Oddly enough, his voice seemed almost.... comforting. The tension in Heather's body eased slightly as he spoke, and even more-so as he started into the room....

That was, well, until she saw the shotgun. The very large shotgun.

Not that he hadn't forewarned her, but having a weapon of that size and caliber pointed at you isn't necessarily something that would allow anyone to feel at ease. She eyed him steadily, keeping close watch on his features and expressions. He appeared genuine enough, and was about the only hope she had for survival at this point from... whatever it was out there.

"There's others?"

The blond paused, looking down a moment. When she returned her gaze to the man before her, her expression fell into one of apparent dismay. She knew that anyone not prepared for the nightmarish things that she'd endured, and nearly died from herself, would surely be dragged into the hell that had claimed this entire town.

"No... I haven't seen anyone other than you. Look... Jacob, right? Believe me. I want to believe more than anything that she.... they are still alive, but the chances are very slim. I'm not sure how long you've been here, but whatever you've seen so far, I can promise you, is only scratching the surface. I'm Hea...."

Before she could finish the rest of her name, he was standing between her and whatever was about to bust through the door. She almost didn't react immediately when the revolver was handed to her, but the instinct to survive finally worked it's way into her conscious mind and she reached a shaking hand out, taking it, and finally digging in the pocket he said held more bullets.

"Learning how to use one of these is the only reason I'm still alive."

The handful of bullets made their way into her vest pocket. Gun in hand, Heather's arms raised. Taking aim at the door, she almost wished her heart would stop beating on it's own to save her from the likely agonizing pain that would follow if this thing got'ahold of them. The first blow of the blade made her jump, almost pulling the trigger aimlessly out of sheer terror.

"Oh God... We're gonna die."

Twice the blade shot through the door and then... nothing.

"Maybe it got tired and left...."

Her voice merely a whisper, Heather took a step forward and nearly choked as the door flew to the floor. Squeezing her eyes shut after pointing the gun, she pulled the trigger.... and kept pulling it until the only noise coming from it was a click. Over and over she clicked that gun before it dawned on her that she was out of bullets.....

And everything went silent.

Jacob had invested several years in the protection and saftey industry. Had taken down thieves, abusive spouses [male and female] and assisted the local police in many matters, to the point that they knew him by name and would often insist he become a full-fledged police officer. Yet, none of this did a damn thing to prepare him for this trip through the psychotic Hell he currently endured.

The massive blade burst through the door, its length taking it to the near-edge of his very face. Just a few centimeters more... and he may have been impaled by it! Jacob gasped, leaning back before a second on came in with the same manner of fury, creating a window from which the two gained visual insight as the wielder of that indomitable blade...

"W-what in God's name...?"

Heather, however, would be the braver of the two, moving around to test the waters; these prove shark-infested, as the Damned Stalker bashed through the slaughtered door, and began firing uselessly. It was perhaps fortunate that he had previously fleed from a similar monster; he already assumed weapons of any kind would have no effect on it. Instead, he reached to yank Heather back by the arm.

"No! That's not gonna work!"

But, pull her where? It was another small Blessing from God the makers of this school decided to bridge the classrooms with doors, that would take one between them without having to vacate into the hall, and re-enter. Jacob forces her into a run, by holding onto her and doing the same himself. The two make a mad dash for their very lives, and flesh, pushing the door open to the neighboring classroom.

Inside, the desks scattered about as if struck by a giants opened palm, created a sort of maze they had to navigate through. Jacob would not remain here, not with that brutes proven ability to rend barriers to nothingness. He rushed out into the hallway, Heather in tow, making a quick trip upstairs, where a right takes them into the nurses room.

But, was this a very good idea? The room was small, and had no other exit... or, was there? An oil painting of a door, with a thin slot in the center. Lying upon the nurses desk, where one would register name before having a seat upon the now ripped and shredded couch and wait to be seen, was an image of a key, also rendered in oil...

Jacob was never great with puzzles, so he paid no attention to it. Rather backed himself and Heather against the painting, grippingly the shotgun, though his faith in its power was drastically reduced by what he planned to use it against. Arms shaking, he waited for It to find them... his heart sank at the very idea... he woulf fire once, sending to buckshots at its chest...

Only God above would know if it would work... or what would become of them if it didn't...

Being the heavy, clad headed beast he was made walking quickly a difficult feat. His only means for keeping up with the two was to listen, tracking the sounds made by both their footsteps as well as their voices to cut a path for him to follow. It wasn't hard, as loud as their feet carried them, and blade in tow, he tromped back through the hall. Several grunts were made audible as he dragged that massive blade.

The few shots he took to the leg and arm were hardly enough to phase him, dead as he was. Locked inside this desolate wasteland, forced to carry around his own metalic prison as punishment for the sins he'd committed through his life.... If you would call it a life.

Yes. Pyramid Head was once a living, breathing man. Normal in appearance, but with a mind so warped and twisted, the very thoughts of the things he'd done would be enough to make the most diabolical murderer cringe. Coming to Silent Hill in his last days was likely the worst, or best thing (depending on which perspective you're looking at it from) he could have done.

His last murder perfectly planned, and carried out almost symphonically. The poor wench, nearly dead already, but the man who would later become the monstrosity you see now as Pyramid Head found her to be his perfect target. She was vulnerable. Willing to accept death in any form, which made him smile, the sadistic bastard he was.

Mary Sutherland, not that he cared about her name, became his pet. Taking her from her bed in the confines of Brookhaven, she believed she deserved the torture she was given for making James suffer having to watch her die. Strapped to a bed and nearly peeled alive. It's the ending James never had to see, but Pyramid Head did... Still does every moment he spends trudging through this barren eternity he's left to live through. A reaper of sorts, making others pay the way he has to, trapping their souls here to share in his eternal despair.

Finally reaching the room where the two had escaped to, his bulky blade slid into the slit between the door and the frame and with one mighty push, used it to pry the door wide open. He was then met with a buckshot to the chest, causing him to stagger back toward the wall in the hall.

Could Pyramid Head possibly die?

It took Heather a minute to focus. The gunshots causing her ears to ring....

....Am I dead?

That was about the only thought she had at the moment until her arm was grabbed. Snapping back into reality, her eyes popped open widely and her feet followed instinctively along with Jacob.

"Did I kill it?"

Stupid question. If she had, why would they be running? Better to keep her mouth shut until maybe she'd have something intelligent to say. Hardly able to see, she tripped over a large piece of metal that had broken off of something and hit her ankle as she tried to get past it.

"Dammit...."

Continuing on, she muttered to herself slightly, trying to run as best she could while her ankle throbbed. Once they reached the hall, memories took over once again and everything became familiar. Glancing between doors, she knew exactly what each one was, and tried to stop Jacob from pulling them into the nurse's station, but it was too late. If only he'd known there were no other doors here....

But that large painting.... it wasn't supposed to be there?

The slit in the middle made it extremely peculiar, but being familiar with this realm triggered something within Heather. She turned and looked around the room, spotting the image of the key as the shot went off, causing her to jump nearly out of her skin.

"Holy shit, Jacob! Are you trying to give me a heart attack?"

But just as she turned around, she spotted the giant triangle shaped thing stumbling back into the hallway. The blood stained into it's clothing... or what was left of it's clothing, made her stomach tie in knots. It also made her wonder just how many people's blood had been shed to make that fabric the way it was.

Remembering the painting, she turned on her toes to Jacob.

"We need to find something that looks like this, but is thin enough to fit into that slit over there in that painting. I'm not exactly sure what will happen after, but it's the only way we're going to get away from that.... thing out there."

She pointed first to the key like image on the desk, and then to the painting on the wall. All her own memories of this town came flooding back like a tidal wave, reminding her that what lie beyond that painting could be something far worse than the situation they were in now....

But standing here doing nothing at all was a guaranteed death too....

The fact that the buckshot did anything at all startled him. Inside, he had decided this was his time. Pulling the trigger, then, was an act for the girl behind him; perhaps in the melee, she could escape and run a feew feet...

Just a few feet...

Yet, there came a boom as the gun awoke after years of sitting in the basement, ignored by Dad, save when they were forced by Mom to climb down the stairs to the basement and fetch the christmas tree, and replica of the Manger. There, Dad would usually stumble across it and laugh; his aim was terrible, he used to say, joking at hom he was lucky to still have both feet. That he hadn't managed to shot one off by now.

The recoil sent him backwards, knocking him down. The gun clattered on the floor, useless until the hot shells were removed and replaced with two more. Which Jacob scrambled to do, while Heather rambled on about a key and a picture. He failed to see how either would preserve their lives in the current situation.

"What? Heather, I...!"

No time to finish that. That...thing was coming back for them. After being shot in the chest at nearly point blank! Insane as it was, Jacob, now sitting on his hind on the nurses room floor, reaches for the gun, props it open and burns his fingers yanking the empty shells out. Frantically, he digs in his pocket finding the shells. At least four were pulled out, as he truly neglected to count, and fumbles with them, sloppily reloading the weapon.

He'd snap the barrel shut just in time to press the opening of the barrel against Its chest.

"GO TO HELL!"

BOOM!!!

He fired again... for all the good it would do...

In the immediate aftermath, he climbed back to his feet, looking to the key card photo. What... in the world would this do to save them?? He looked to Heather, confused, terrified and unsure, but she seemed so confident... Before he knew it, he slid the card into the slot, still not quite sure he'd leave this room alive. Or, even dead.

The card was drawn inward, as if pulled from the otherside. As it did, the oil painting morphed before them, assuming both form and shape. The image of a door soon no longer an image, but a reality. While this made no sense and did little to ease his frightened heart, the presence of a door before him provided the spark of will left in him something to burn.

A way out of this Hell...

"...I...don't.... Heather! Come on!"

He pulls her, making sure she passes through first. He followed right behind, perhaps just narrowly escaping the Deathbringers rotten grasp... However, on the other side, he was greeted with another dread altogether.

"Wait... I thought we... Did we really escape...?"

They were right back in the nurses room... Only... it wasn't...

Heather's body froze a moment.

Think, Heather. Think!

Her eyes started to wander around the room before finding themselves stuck on the frazzled Jacob struggling to regain himself on the floor.

....This one's up to me.

Scouring around the room, she could feel every inch of her body quiver in fear, time running extremely thin as she tore through the nurses desk with lightning fury. Drawers and papers were sent flying into the wall with a thud before falling to the floor. Everything in them strewn about, Heather fell to her knees and began searching, peering to the side of the desk every few seconds to make sure Jacob was still alive before continuing.

"Dammit! It has to be here somewhere!"

Just as she flung a crumpled piece of paper to the floor, something caught her eye under the desk. It almost looked like a pile of bloody..... were those intestines? Heather started to gag, reaching her hand slowly into the disgusting mass to grab whatever that thing was in the shape of the stain in the desk. It was a key card, and exactly what they were looking for. Just the right shape and size.... This had to fit into that painting.

"Jacob! I found...."

BOOM!

The shot nearly sent her back into the dresser. Her hand went out and Jacob took the keycard, shoving it into the painting. Just as she thought, it was taken in.... but her eyes grew wide as the door oddly morphed right in front of them...

".....I've got a really bad feeling about this."

But she really didn't have much choice. Jacob's hold was strong, and the force behind his shove to move her inside first wasn't something she necessarily had control over. As the door closed behind them, there was a loud click, and it was then that Heather knew....

"Great... Now we're locked in. I'd make sure you have plenty of bullets for that thing..."

Having gone through this before, she knew what was coming. The rust stained walls,
bloody masses of what used to be creatures strewn about, piles of rubble everywhere... They were definitely in Silent Hill now... and it was about to get a whole lot worse.

"And you'd better save them for....

The door swung open and a twitching figure began to move from the shadows. Heather's feet began to backstep, running right into Jacob, whom she backed slowly into a wall.

"Turn off your light"

She spoke quietly, and between gritted teeth. She herself turned toward the wall and clicked off her own flashlight as something within the room began making a distorted noise....

A radio!

Unfortunately, that wasn't an option for him. Strobe flares didn't have an off switch. You bent it. It shined. That was about the end of it. However, there was one option. He dug into his pocket, fingers coming around the light stick and tossing it to the other side of the room.

The twitching shadow moved to it, sluggish steps coming to a stop when it neared it. In this moment, Jacob moved himself and her out the room, making sure to make no sound at all, or as little as possible. In the hall, he saw the bathroom was located right across the way, and moved both into the mens room.

The radio was ignored, only because he didn't think it made any difference. Inside, the dark stalls, he quickly quizzed her. She obviously knew something. And he wanted to know it too!

"Alright, I don't know what's going on...but, I think you do. So, please, tell me whatever you know; where are we? Why are we back at the same place, but now it seems like everything is different. This is just like at the Hotel..."

He never rose his voice, but he had a tone that suggested he really wanted to know what the hell was happening...

As she watched the eerie blue light float in near slow motion through the air, Heather dared not breathe. Moving her left hand to his arm, she gripped tightly watching the scene play out before them. It was one of those damned nurses. They were such a pain in the ass....

Slow, seemingly calculated steps were taken by the two in hopes to avoid a fight as they slipped into the hall..... But heather tried earnestly to stop and go back... They needed that radio. As he pulled her along, she tugged back, but knew he wouldn't understand until she was able to speak and explain. Muttering inwardly, they both ducked into the bathroom across the hall where she was stuffed into a stall and questioned.

"You mean you don't know by now? You haven't seen the signs?"

There was a long pause as Heather looked to the floor, sighing. She remembered when it was she in Jacob's shoes. Scared... alone in his ignorance. She'd been there.... Didn't seem like it was all that long ago either.

"Silent Hill. The Hell that even the devil himself has rejected. In my own way of describing it, this is hell on earth, only.... between the realm of the living and the dead."

A loud rustling noise came from outside the bathroom door, and Heather knew they needed to get that radio, lest they'd never be able to keep track of when there was one of those damned creatures roaming about. Reaching in her pocket, she grabbed a few of the bullets and began loading the gun, knowing they were going to need it. A droplet of water splashed against her head, causing her to look up.

......Only, it wasn't water.

A dead.... whatever it was, hung lifelessly from the ceiling by a metal pipe that seemed to have been rammed through it's abdomen. With the palm of her hand pressed gently against Jacob's abdomen, she softly pushed for him to back up as she followed suit. Once she was sure he was far enough from the thing's range, Heather climbed to the toilet seat and pulled at the pipe. She gripped and tugged with all her might until finally, the massive sack of puss and blood flopped to the ground with a wet slap, and the pipe was in Heather's hands.

"There's no time to explain. Save that shotgun and whatever rounds you have left for the bigger things, and take back your pistol. This pipe will work just fine for me.... I've already dealt with these disgusting monsters. We have to get that radio and get the hell out of here. Do you understand?"

Pushing her way past him, she pulled the pistol he'd given her handed it back to him, readying herself with the pipe as she carefully maneuvered herself away from the bloody heap on the floor. Creeping toward the door, Heather looked back to Jacob, fear wide in her eyes.

"Are you ready?"

No. But he would try anyway. He had no idea what was so important about the radio, yet didn't argue. Fear had a way of doing that too you. Made you compliant. Like now.

"...Right behind you..."

The shotgun hung over his back, while the .38, was gripped by the barrel. Per her instructions, he'd resign to pistol whipping anything that wasn't a metal-headed agent of Hell. As she slipped into the hall, so did he. The door, since she insisted on going back in, he pried open slowly.

That Nurse was still standing... if you can call it standing, there. Head hung back, one arm halfway out stretched, as if she were in the middle of a morning yawn and froze. The other gripped a rusty needle, the sort used for injections. He couldn't see it clearly, but it was filled with a brown fliud with black dots floating in it.

God only knew. Even blood didn't become that rancid if left out.

The radio he spotted, and wouldn't risk her life in getting it.

"wait. here."

He mouthed; no sound made whatsoever as he moved his lips. The door opened just enough for him to stick the hunting guns butt inside, and use it to slyly pull the thing towards him... His breath was like ice and hail... but he did it.

As he rose, he handed it too her after looking it over himself. It wasn't to sort of 'radio' he figured. Like a walkie-talkie.

"gonna call for help?"

More whispers. Jacob naturally had a few things to learn about Silent Hill... the town he abandoned many years ago.

As she moved from the bathroom, Heather pressed her back to Jacob's as he took the lead and moved toward the door.

Great.

He'd cover grabbing the radio, while she covered everything else. And that everything would be coming.... and soon. The noise she'd heard just outside the bathroom door hadn't been the nurse from across the hall... but instead an entire army of nurses in the hall itself. How many there were... she couldn't tell, but there were enough to crowd the far end of the hallway, and they were apparently quick on the fly. The radio began to blare as he pulled it from the room, attracting not only the nurses in the hallway, but the nurse in the room as well.

"Dammit! They're everywhere!"

There was no getting out of this one. One end of the hallway was a complete dead end, and the other piled with twitching bloody death.

How fun....

Grabbing his sleeve, she whirled him around to view the same sight she was looking at. But there was no time for talking about what was down there. Heather lifted her pipe, and with a few angled steps, shut her eyes and started swinging like a mad-woman. She nearly hurled herself into the middle of them, twirling about with the pipe flailing everywhere. As long as she was hitting something, there were still faceless statues of staggering..... Gross! Did one of those things just spit?!

Heather opened her eyes, still surrounded by nurses......

Did they ever die?


"Uhh.... A little help over here would be nice!"

It took about a second for Jacob to supress his fear when he saw Heather had plunged headlong into danger. Unlike the others, he was trained to protect. To act accordingly in dangerous situations. To put his life on the line so others could escape danger.

This was not something any decent human being forgot...

"HEATHER!!"

He screamed, the Shotgun suddenly became a blunt weapon, as he swung it off his shoulders, and knowing he couldn't fire without hitting her, or that he ought not waste shells, begins swinging it around wildly. Fortunately, the butt of these things were designed as a billy club.

You did not want to be struck on the head with such a thick, sturdy weapon. A light tap could daze. A full force crashing of the skull? One by one, the Nurses craniums were bashed in, their feces filled heads leaked, some bubbled, out a brown bile-laced goo.

Though, as they utterly lacked any sense of fear of anything...save maybe Pyramid Head or his slightly weaker sibling, The Butcher, they swung back at him with their dirty scalpels... When the melee was over, he stumbled back falling against the wall, where he painfully yanked a scalpel from his forearm. The tip was rusted, and now covered with his blood.

But, Heather was safe. That was all that mattered for now. The radio's din lessened to a mild crackle as one of the Nurses corpse twitched defiantly, its forehead missing, a hole that removed almost all it's features save its mouth, which was covered in a brown stained hospital mask.

Jacob pulled himself to his feet, stepping on the spine of one of the fully dead fiends, before jamming the end of the gun into the twitching woman's neck. A crack sounded as the bone gave in feebly. It was, too be honest, a most grotesque sound. So hard did he jam the butt into her, he actually felt minor resistence when he yanked it out.

Suddenly, Jacob found himself not feeling fear as much he did...anger. And, anger was many times more useful than fear, or despair. His white Guard button down shirt was like a painters, only red instead of white paint. And, not paint. Looking to Heather, he finally found reason to calm down, his breathing he noticed, harder.

"...Are...are you ok...?"

He asked, while red ran down the injured arm. If only he could find a 'Health Drink'...

Concentrate, Heather.

The pipe came up over her head, and quickly back down into yet another disgusting excuse for what used to be a nurse. The fluidly fast motions of the metal object made audible whooshes every time they came down to meet with their targets. She almost enjoyed the sound, knowing that their deaths would inevitably follow.... But how many times had they already died before this meeting of sorts in the hallway?

Odd.... She'd never really thought of that before.

Once the last one in front of her was finished off, she hesitantly turned to Jacob, who was slumping into the wall behind him. She heaved a sigh of relief, but only for a second before a sharp inhale nearly shrieked audibly into her lungs. A few twitches from one of the mangled no faced, bloody bimbos had brought Jacob back to his feet where he finished it off.... and quite grotesquely too....

It wasn't until he turned that she saw the blood on his shirt. And not a few spots of faded bitch-beast blood either. It was his blood, creating a rather large stain on his shirt as it flowed from his arm. Heather ran into the nurses station, grabbing anything she could find. Luckily, there was a roll of gauze that was clean enough to be used to wrap it.

Swinging around the corner, she looked to the blood, grabbing for his arm and extending it without asking. There was no time for that. They needed to get moving, and fast. No telling how many more of those damned things were waiting just around the corner.

Once she finished, she smiled at him. The first time showing him any real emotion other without sarcasm following.

"Thanks, by the way."

Heather wasn't one for gooey thank you's. She just said what needed to be said and moved on. Grabbing his good hand, she attempted to help should he need it.

"C'mon. We have to get the hell out of here. Trust me. There's much more where those twitching fleshballs came from."

She stared down the hall from where they stood. There was a crumpled piece of paper on the floor near one of the broken desks in the hallway. Leaving him where he stood, she slowly walked toward it, realizing the closer she got that it was a map. Hurriedly, she grabbed for it and opened it.

"Well... At least now we'll know where the hell we're going...."

Naturally, he didn't resist her when she grabbed his arm, though the moment or so she left him, he worried about her... it was one room away; but maybe that was enough to get yourself killed. When, and only when she returned did he feel relieved.

His arm tended too, it felt somewhat better, but no true relief could come while his arm was cut like that. Hopefully, he wouldn't catch anything... That thought made his shiver some.

Her thanks didn't surprise him. She seemed like the tough girl sort. Normally, he didn't like them; as a security guard, tough minded youths could be the bane of your day, wanting to stand up to anything in a badge, just because it had a badge. He nodded too her, and followed when she walked off.

Jacob closed in so he too could peer at the map. It was odd...sometimes, it felt like unseen forces were working against them. And, at times, those same forces tossed them a bone. The question is why?

Looking at the map though, he noticed a red circle around the door to the boiler room... The way the marking was, it surely didn't come with the original sketch...

"Hey, look... some...one circled this area.... Hm... I dunno... sometimes its like this place knows we're here... and acts against us... or, for us..."

The thought alone made him look at her in confusion.

Looking to the map, and then looking up, her head turned a few directions to get a better look at things. With the radio silent, Heather knew there were no more creatures in the general vicinity, and with that, clicked her flashlight on. Better lighting proved her initial theory wrong. There were doors on both ends, as well as one in the middle of the hallway, each inevitably taking them to the staircase that led to the basement, but two a longer voyage than the other. Being that the boiler room was circled, she knew they needed to go there first, else they wouldn't get out of this school at all.

Only.... Getting there was the current obstacle that stood in their way.

"There are a lot of things that really don't make sense about this place. Trust me. I know. All I do know is that we need to get to the basement, and the stairs are our only shot."

Heather studied the map a bit more. Going left through the double doors would likely be the easiest route.

"Honestly, this is the best way to go, I think."

With that, she folded the map as best she could and stuffed it in her pocket, grabbing Jacob's good arm to signal for him to follow. Once she reached the far left double doors, she both pushed and pulled... but it was useless. They wouldn't budge. The door was either jammed or locked.

"Dammit. Alright... I guess we're on to plan B."

Pulling the map from her pocket, she quickly unfolded it once again and pointed to the Courtyard. Something about the word itself gave her the shakes, but it would save them time, and hopefully keep them from having to fight as many creatures as they'd likely have to should they take the long route.

"This is our second best shot. Worst case scenario, we're going to have to go all the way around, but we need to get to those stairs. There's something in that boiler room that we're going to need to get out of here. Otherwise.... we may never leave."

The tone in Heather's voice fell soft toward the end of her sentence. Just as she was sure he was, she was afraid. Determined.... but still afraid. After all, who wouldn't be in a place like this? Turning, she braved back through the hallway toward the middle set of double doors. With a heavy inhale, she pushed the metal bar that ran across one of the doors and the door swung open.... Thankfully.... maybe.

As it closed behind them, Jacob in tow, steady feet carefully started down the small staircase and into the courtyard. Rather unsettling noises came from their right, but grew quieter as they neared the door at the opposite side as the one they'd just passed through. Grabbing again for the bar in the middle, Heather shoved, but it was no use. It too was jammed shut. Aggravated, she turned back to Jacob.

"Well... We've already explored two of our better options. I guess there's only one left."

Trekking back toward the other door, the disturbing noises once again grew quite loud, sending shivers down her spine. How she loathed this place... Even loathe was too weak of a word. Keeping the flashlight straight ahead, they once again reached the door they'd exited from and Heather pushed the bar....

But it was locked too.

"What the-.... Great. Now what the hell do we do?"

Flashing her light back toward the other door on the opposite side, something glimmered, just enough to catch her attention. Her brow furrowed a moment and she turned on her heels, running toward what she'd hoped wasn't just something she thought she saw. Whether Jacob followed her or not, it wasn't as though she'd lose him. There didn't seem to be any creatures out here, and there weren't any other exits. Once she reached the other door, again, she flashed her light over it, but didn't see anything. It wasn't until she angled it off to the right of the door that a plate flashed with 3 indentations within it. Sidestepping, she leaned toward it to get a better look.

There was writing on it.

Hidden in the shadows near,
Lies a door of unknown fear.
Down the cavern, through the hall
Through the door seen standing tall.
Ascending heights, a rusted gate
gives light to shards that do await.
Past the mighty bellied beast
Present your findings for to feast.
The future you are longing for
Will bring you straight back to this door.

Heather stood dumbfounded.

"I have no idea what this means... But apparently, we're going to have to take a look around here. There has to be something we've missed."

About all he could do was follow, looking around frequently, as he wasn't about to trust a dusty old radio with his entire life...even if it did work. Somewhat. Seemed Heather was the leader, and he didn't much care; if she had a way out of this dismal place, then it was all for the better.

Yet, once they found themselves locked in the courtyard, a door which moments before had allowed them passage, but now seemed intent to revoke that privilage, Jacob no longer felt so 'optimistic'.

"It's...locked?? Didn't we just...?"

Yet, gave up mid way through; with everything that's been happening, it didn't much surprise him. No, only terrified him. Like he feared before, this place seemed alive somehow. Like it saw them. And, didn't want them to succeed.

An uncomfortable thought...

He joined Heather in reading the inscription, but had no more idea what it meant than she did. Some kind of...riddle? But, what was it doing here...?

"What do you think it's gonna do for us when we find it?"

Whatever it was, he was sure it would only lead to more madness....

Heather studied the map, and glanced back to the wall where the inscription was several times.

"I hate these stupid riddles."

After muttering to herself for a few minutes, she popped her head up from the map and threw the light from the flashlight around a bit, trying to figure out what this puzzle of words might be referring to. And that's when it caught something she hadn't seen before. Just off in the corner of the door they'd come from appeared another door. Looking back at the map, she realized.

"The clock tower? That has to be where we're supposed to go.... But.... I have no idea what's in there."

Looking between Jacob and the direction of the door, she braced herself.

"I sure hope you're ready for this.... because I'm not."

They'd have to figure out the rest of the riddle later when it came to that time. For now, the door the riddle spoke of was about the only possible means for leaving this courtyard. Whether or not they'd find themselves alive once out was another story, but it was better than just standing here waiting to be found by something.

".....You're not gonna force me through first again this time, are you?"

Heather studied him a few seconds before folding up the map, placing it back in her pocket and starting slowly for the door. She held firmly to her pipe in one hand, and kept the flashlight's glow shakily planted on the door in front of them. There didn't seem too much out of the ordinary about it, other than the grotesque aura that loomed around it.... But then again, so did everything else in this place. When they finally reached the door, Heather slid a clammy hand out and took Jacob's arm, still staring at the door.

"Alright... I guess this is it."

He'd turn and look at her. Perhaps he found her comment funny, but at present, wasn't of a mood to laugh, so he merely smiled vaguely.

"No... I'm not gonna push you through..."

It was strange how she could remain so calm in all of this. Himself, was keen to jump at even the smallest shadow. For, who knew what that shadow belonged too? When she took his hand, he nodded, inhaled, and took the first step towards the door, pushing it open slowly.

The hinges squealed into motion and the door itself was heavier than he thought it would be. Inside, was just a short hall and a rusty ladder at the end. He carefully climbs down, waiting at the bottom for Heather to do likewise...

"Wonder where this all leads... To safety... but I somehow doubt it..."

Once the two were inside the dungeon like space of what appeared to be a hallway, the inky blackness that swallowed the bottom half of the rusted ladder made her cringe. Did they really have to go down there. Heather thought she'd seen the last of these horrific ladders and their unknown destinations. God only knew what was down there.

But Jacob seemed all for climbing down, which was what he did. Heather could only reach her hand out to stop him before he blindly braved his descent, but it was too late. She could only stand there silent a moment, and pray that he wasn't immediately swallowed by something before his feet even touched the ground below.

At the sound of his voice echoing up through the small space that encased the ladder, Heather's body relaxed slightly. Other than the disturbing noises that were coming from all around her, the fact that he was still talking, let alone breathing, after reaching the bottom was enough to give her the courage to follow. Once down, she looked around. The flashlight didn't illuminate the entire area, but it was enough to merely see a small staircase with a few steps leading down to a door. What was with all these doors? This entire town was like nothing but a twisted maze, meant to mess with your head until you went completely whacko. Only those strong enough manage to keep their sanity, but only long enough to lead them right back into this cesspool of death. Slowly, she moved toward the door, hoping nothing would bust through and scare the piss right out of her, as she really didn't come very prepared in the spare clothing department for this wonderful trip to Silent Hell. But to her surprise, nothing did.

"Well... This door seems to be our only option right now."

Heather looked to Jacob a moment, her heart pounding so hard, she could feel her pulse in her feet. Reaching for the knob, she turned it slowly and sidestepped as she opened it.... only to find another ladder.

"Lovely. And of course, you can't see a damned thing going up this shit-shoot. It's pitch black up there."

Lifting her gaze into the blackness that grew darker with each metal bar that led to the top, Heather cringed. She hoped Jacob would be the braver of the two again and go first, but knew that either way, they'd both end up going regardless. They'd nowhere else to go, and heading back to the courtyard would just be asinine. There was no way out of there either.

In entering, he gave a short turn, so that as he walked in the door, nothing could sneak up behind him. Even though they had only walked a few dozen feet there was nothing about this place that made it seem to good for such feats. Jacob erred on the side of caution.

The second ladder, oddly, didn't surprise him. Though it pissed Heather off a bit. He had a solution she might be able to live with.

"Lemme try something..."

Reaching into his shirt pocket, another of those blue strobes taken out, bent, and tossed up with a easy upward shove. As it rose, it slightly illuminated the stepwell, before falling back down. Jacob retrieves it, turning to Heather.

"Not that high up, it seems... and nothing up there to hurt us..."

In any case, he went first, gripping the ladder and climbing up. At the top, he makes sure to reach for her to assist her in making it over the last rung.

"Can't help feelin...this all just to lead us somewhere. Somewhere we don't wanna be..."

Heather's eyes never left the dim blue haze that slightly illuminated the tiny crevice of a space that enclosed the second ladder. Despite Jacob's attempt to calm her nerves, it only made things worse. This Clock tower was far too...

Empty.

Something bad was coming. No creatures riddling the walls. No blood oozing from the ceiling... It was far too unlike everything else in this space to make her comfortable. Far too normal for anyone's standards in comparison to everything else that she'd seen so far in Silent Hill. They were in for it now, and in her right mind, she knew they should just stay put. They were safe in here.... But then again, staying would only seal them in this tomb and in the insanity it would bring, they'd likely kill one another before dying from anything else. Heather huffed as the glowing stick fell once again back to where they stood.

Once he was up the ladder, one hand gripped the rusted bar before her, and reluctantly, she followed suit. They came to yet another door that looked eerily like the first.

"Jacob... Before we go any further, I need to ask you something."

Her brain in overdrive, Heather paused a moment, inhaling deeply before continuing. She knew she was brought back here for a reason, and if it was anything like the last time, she played a key role in triggering whatever hell lay beyond the point of no return.

"If, and I use the word loosely. If I should happen to die at some point while we're together, whatever you do, do not let them get ahold of my body. Burn me if you have to."

She knew he'd be far more curious after she said that, and would likely demand an explanation, but it was necessary. God only knew what her purpose here was, and she'd be damned if she'd allow this hell to engulf the rest of the world.

"And don't feed me the whole 'You're not gonna die' bit. Trust me. There's a good chance neither one of us will make it out of this alive. I have to keep reminding myself that this is not a nightmare, and I'm nothing more than flesh and blood. There's no super hero that's going to swoop down and save the day in this story. Every step we take, we risk losing our lives, and in order to do the best I can to stay alive, I have to accept that. I suggest you do the same."

"...."

As much as he wanted to console her, he couldn't ignore the reality of what she said. They were very much in a deadly envirnoment and could fall victim...to anything. Something unsettling to consider, indeed. So, he just nodded solemnly and changed the subject.

"So what should we do? I mean...do you know why all this is happening to us? Is there some point to all this...insanity...?"

After she replied, he'd follow her out that door, uncertain what was next. Uncertain he'd even survive it...

[short, but i'm following yer lead lol]

Heather watched Jacob a moment, studying him... Was he really ready for all this town's secrets? Or did he himself have secrets of his own. This made her wonder, and slightly second guess whether she should tell him her true identity, and why she'd been here before. It could seriously complicate things if he knew she was once the entire reason this town took so many lives.... Not that it was necessarily the case this time, but one could never be too sure. He could turn on her thinking it was she that was the cause of all this, and the end results of that drama could turn ugly..

"Honestly, Jacob... I have no idea why either of us are here right now. All I know is, yes. I've been here before. Not in this clock tower, or even in this school, but I've seen Silent Hill.."

Just then, there was a SLAM! and whatever hit the door protruded through, slid right between the two and smashed against the wall behind them. The remains of whatever hit fell lifelessly into the abyss of blackness below where the two had recently risen from. Heather stopped, wondering if she should go down there and see what it was. Initially, she decided against it, but instinct told her otherwise.

"Hang on a minute. I'll be right back.."

Moving back down the ladder, Heather darted the light from her flashlight around the ground and finally spotted half a cracked skull with something glimmering between the jaw bone. The skull itself was marred and bloody.... some flesh still attached, though she couldn't make out much of a face. Wincing as she reached her hand down, her head turned away as to not look at what she had to reach into and jerked the glimmering object from the skull.

It was a key.... But to what?

Hurrying to put it back in her pocket, she shook her hand violently to get the gook from her fingers and shuddered.

Gross

After a few moments of muttering and appearing as though her arms were both having mild seizures, she quickly climbed back to the top. Chest heaving, she reluctantly pulled the key from her pocket and handed it to Jacob.

"You're the one with the gun, so you're most likely to survive. You hold onto this."

Heather thought back to the riddle a moment.

"This is starting to make sense!"

The statement was completely random, but Heather was always one to have serious A.D.D moments.

"The riddle talked about the doors... Going down and up ladders... I just wonder what the hell it meant by that bellied beast thing."

Peering through the hole the skull had made in the door, Heather surveyed the area. Nothing seemed to be lurking about outside, but it was most certainly dark.... Too dark.

Twisting the knob, she gave Jacob a nod and proceeded outside. Everything was an inky black, and the wind whipped at her face. Things were much darker than before, and the sound of the door locking behind them drew knots in the pit of her stomach.


"It's..... We're back in the courtyard?"

Moving toward the center of the courtyard, a strange symbol sat directly in the middle.... Something that hadn't been there before. And then the ground began to shake around them, and where the symbol was began to crack. A large head could be seen poking it's way through the earth as it gave way to the creature. Whatever it was, it was huge.... and scary as shit.


"JACOB! THE SHOTGUN!"

Heather then realized her little pipe would be no match for this thing...


"GIVE ME THE PISTOl! HURRY!"

The radio was sounding like crazy, static bouncing off of every wall of the courtyard in all it's dingy glory.

From down within the depths of the ground burst the mighty beast. From seemingly nowhere in the sky dropped sacks of flesh in a perfect circle. Sepulcher loudly bellowed, smashing it's palms to the ground and eyed the beings standing before it. Bearing it's open mouth, it shrieked, it's face only feet from where they stood. The darkness only grew thicker as it towered above them.

Long, fleshy arms began to flail toward them, attempting to swipe at the male figure. Blood and mucus splattered the two in it's attempt to blind their sight and make it's move. There would be no escaping it now.

The ground shook and quivered with it's every movement, and the sacks hovering around it by what looked like morbidly disfigured umbilical cords twitched and writhed. A long claw-like fist backhanded the woman, sending her to her backside, sliding along the mangled pavement below.

Twisting it's figure back, it hissed again at the other form, seething through it's fury of other-worldly possession. The evil within the being seeped through it's pours like acid, causing it's mangled tissue to glow in the reflection of whatever light hit it.

The time of reckoning had come, and letting this prey go was not an option.

"Her-...!!"

Hardly able to reach for it, Jacob was backhanded and set back against the door that locked them in. He was down for now. No man can endure but so much, and unlike Heather who luckily struck the concrete, his body met unyielding steel.

And, it showed him no sympathy.

Almost as if dead, he lie there, for now, of no use to Heather. It was up to her, it seemed, to save both their lives....

[he'll help but i figure this ish more dramatic! lol]

Heather's body fell to the ground with a thud, almost knocking the wind completely from her lungs. Her elbows touched down first, hitting hard before the rest of her body followed. They hurt like hell, but she managed to scramble to her feet in just enough time to see Jacob being sent across the courtyard in the same fashion, only hitting the door instead of the ground.

Wincing, she drew her face away, not wanting to watch. Seconds later, she turned back to see his lifeless body limp against the door. He appeared unconscious. She only had moments to look for her pipe.... But then it hit her.

Jacob's gun!

Running toward him, she knelt down and first checked his pulse.... Good. He was still breathing. That was a plus. With that worry out of the way, her hands felt around for the pistol. Finding it, she looked to see several bullets still in the chamber. Trying to shake him before the puss pocket swiped at her again, she began slapping him in the face.

"DAMMIT, Jacob! Don't make me do this alone!"

Finally giving up, she rose to her feet and fled just in time. The creature struck out, nearly clipping the backs of her knees. She stumbled, but continued running. Every so often she paused to shoot, hearing wails coming out of it's oral cavity with every blow of a bullet it took.

"JACOB!"

She screamed, hoping to get his attention. Tripping over a turned up stone, Heather accidentally pulled the pistol trigger, hitting one of those suspended things. Whatever these sacks of.... shit were, hitting them apparently afflicted damage to the middle creature, so she needed to hit both. Running back over to Jacob, she shook him again.

"C'mon, Jacob! I NEED YOU!"

Shaking a person rarely remedied an concussion of the brain. In fact, it might make it worse. While his eyes were still open, they held a dumb, gloss to them, and he mumbled something about being ready. She'd notice however, like a dreamer, his pupils dilated and cut across back and forth.

Something was going on in his head... something Heather could do little to assist him with.

It seemed Heather was going to have to do this alone... but, small favors, his hunting shotgun's strap had snapped, and it lie bare, ready to be grasped and used. The shells in his pocket, a few of these fell free.

And, she already had the pistol... but did she possess the courage to fight on and save Jacob's life...?

The sepulcher reared back, ready to smash the smaller human. It had already done its part with the larger male, and now only had to kill this last human. The masters purpose would then be served, and perhaps the Sepulcher could go back underground. Back to sleep.

Bullets peppered its flesh, but the sepulcher paid them no mind. His flesh was decayed. Nothing could harm it, nothing could cause it pain. The female tripped and the sepulcher knew the time had come. Its clawed hand curled into a fist, meaning to crush the human out of existence, when it felt pain. Not from its outside flesh, but deep within itself. It roared in frustration, reaching out towards the female with its outstretched hand. He would crush the life out of it. Then maybe it would get to go back to its peaceful oblivion.

It had been ages since the last time Porter had been forced to participate in the family drives. True that back then the drives hadn't been to locate his missing sister but then again he couldn't deny he liked the silence that the backseat was offering him. He was in a rather foul mood, a usual for him nowadays, as he'd spilled his soda down his front and had been forced into wearing typical army brat clothing. Clothes he would rather die than be caught wearing by anyone else of importance. He pressed his forehead against the window and peered out through the densely falling fog. he folded his arms and positioned himself for a very uncomfortable sleep that came with the car ride and within minutes his eye lids had drooped and his breathing slowed, evident that the boy had fallen asleep.

At this moment however he could care less what was happening as long as the pounding in his skull would stop. He opened an eye hoping it would ease the pain and instead saw black. Were, they driving through a tunnel or what. He placed a hand beside him and no longer feeling the leather seats from the car began to panic. Had there been a wreck and he'd been thrown from the car. Obviously something was out place or perhaps it was just him. He stood shakily as he did his best to grip the grimy wall he'd been propped up against. Dark as the room was he was able to make out a few shapes and images in the . . . classroom? He could see rows of desks. Some in place and others scattered. He rubbed a hand over his face, hoping that furious rubbing would heighten his vision. That didn't work.

He took a step forward from the wall. A roar! Was he inside some type of monster. He'd always thought school was some sort of personal hell but this was beyond anything else he'd expected. The sound of rock breaking...another roar... where the hell had he gone to? What kind of Lucid Dream was this where he finally had control of himself and it had to be some type of nightmare. Out of his peripheral he saw something, a glimpse of someone through a boarded window. At least he hoped it was a person and not some sick twisted minion of Freddy Krueger. Running to the window he made to pull on the wood when he realized the disgusting texture of the wood. "Not. Touching that." He said under his breath as another loud roar entered the room. Perhaps he was safer inside the boarded up room than he thought. Then again this was a nightmare, one in which he did have some form of self control in.

He left the window deciding he'd take his chances inside the school (?) and so he back stepped and turned to the door he'd missed earlier. Running to it he pulled furiously on the handle in all sorts of directions, however nothing worked. Growing rather frustrated he went back to the desks and sat on one. Contemplating the events before him. This was a rather boring dream, nothing nightmarish other than the sounds from incomprehensible places. Crossing his legs he placed a fist to his chin as he thought deeply on just what to do. And with his eyes closed he heard a click. Not a loud one but one that echoed in the quiet space that was the empty classroom. With a raised eyebrow he slid from the desk. How convenient he thought. This was always how the stupid girl got killed in those movies and he was not about to become a statistic.

He slowly walked towards the door and with held breath - a jump (at another crashing from beyond the window) and a slight shudder - he flung the door open. Darkness met him in this hallways. And thinking it safe he walked out, the door closing and clicking once more behind him. "Fuck me...." He mumbled as he pushed on the door behind him. But as he expected - not a bulge even. He looked to his right down the long hallway. As it was dark he could not make out entirely what was that way, though he could make out open lockers as if hanging by a thread. He looked to his left - and his breath caught in his throat. A body. A dead body -it had to be- hung from the ceiling. Spread eagle hanging in the middle of the hallway. He stumbled backwards, falling over an overturned chair.

He muttered insanity and made to stand when a voice spoke. the future you are longing for will bring you straight back to this door. He scrambled. He didn't look back to see if the hanging corpse had been the one to speak, he didn't stop to see if anything was chasing him. He only ran. To the end of the hallways. He didn't look back either a choice back into the classroom or through the door on his left. Like hell he was staying in this school. And so holding his breath he bolted through the double doors. Once more stumbling into a rather dark hallways, a small shuffling sound was the only reason he needed to go through the doors on his immediate left again, hopefully not leading back to the same spot. Bursting though the doors he was met with cool wind, a welcome embrace to him. And then he tripped over two bodies. "Pleas no more talking corpses. He begged.

Heather pushed herself, straining her entire leg as it throbbed from the aching in her ankle. But there was no time to think about it. She couldn't take care of it if she died, and death was only a hand, or disgusting excuse for a claw away at the moment.

"Please, Jacob! Snap out of it! I need you!"

As the bullet buried deeply into the hell-sack, Heather heard the beast bellow in pain. It did have a weakness. It was a definite, sure shot way of murdering this thing. All Heather wanted was to send this big glommy beast back into the darkness, and as far away from her as humanly, or beastly, possible. She fired a few more shots, each one echoing around the entire courtyard. She again started toward Jacob, but was thrown off by the slamming of a door.

More pain in the asses to kill... great.

But when Heather turned to see what useless, stumbling limbs of shit were now staggering toward her, she was met with a far more welcomed sight.... Another person! And a not-so-unconscious one! He could help! Smiling and losing herself in hope almost got herself killed though as the Sepulcher took full advantage and threw it's gruesome palm at her with all the strength, slapping her backside and sending her down to her knees. She cried out in pain, forcing herself, though struggling, back to her feet to haphazardly clamber out of the way.

"Over there! The shotgun, laying next to him. Grab it or we're both gonna die!"

Shaking hands pointed toward the beat up gun laying next to Jacob's useless form. Heather knew she, and possibly this newcomer, were his only chance for survival. Paying him no mind there after, for lack of time and ability, determination took hold and Heather ran around the creature as best she could, stopping briefly every so often to take a few shots at whatever slimy blob hung in front of her. If this thing didn't die soon, they'd have to find a plan B as she was already running out of bullets, and didn't know if Jacob even had anymore... Something had to give...

..........somewhere.

In the few moments that he had left the confines of the school that brought to life his own idea of school being hell he was met with a seemingly worse fate than he had fled from. He had always openly mocked people who claimed to have been frozen with fear. The way he saw it you were always in full control of your body. You see some horrible hideous creation coming towards you, you don't freeze from the shock of seeing something so atrocious. No. You run like hell. But now he would have a new appreciation for the phrase. He stared in absolute horror at the manifestation, unsure what to even say or do. Inert, his eyes flew directly to the source of the voice . What gun? - To late. In his peripheral he saw it. And instead of ducking or dodging or trying one of those James Bonds movie moves he'd always been dying to try he saw a rather larger than normal palm flying towards him. "Oh fuck . . .

With one swift movement he'd been knocked clear off of the ground and into the air. His mind would have been spinning had it not been for the pain circulating through his body. Within seconds of basically flying, he hit the ground with a thud and rolled a few feet. That had hurt more than he would have ever expected it to. He slowly crawled to his knees. An ear shattering roar bringing him back to the dangerous nature of the situation. Porter looked instinctively towards the creature. And in an instant he'd jumped from his crouched position and ran (as fast as he could with a painful twinge in his knee) towards the gun the girl had pointed to. An explosion behind him as the fist that had been meant for him slammed into the earth. The thing had knocked him closer to the man that had the gun. He was a shit load of help, hell that had to be a rather peaceful way to die - unconscious and oblivious to the cause of your own death.

He picked up the gun with ease and swiveled to look for the girl. He watched as she worked far more efficiently than he would have been doing. The creature was occupied with her however and for that he was thankful. Not that he wanted her to die but hell - least it wasn't him trying to get smashed as if he were a small pest on the dinner table. Following the females actions he took to aiming at one of the hanging sacks from the creature. True he'd never fired a shotgun before it couldn't be that different from a regular hand gun something he was actually good at. Taking aim he pressed sharply on the trigger. A boom and he fell back, unaccustomed to the recoil of the weapon. He'd missed the hanging sack entirely and instead hit the creature somewhere on its main body. He wasn't sure where but he'd heard it squeal (or whatever sound the damned thing made).

Fumbling, he did his best to add another shell he'd found to the side of the shotgun when he'd picked it up. He ran around to another side of the creature, hoping it wouldn't turn the unconscious (or dead) man into an ugly smear on the ground. Taking aim once more he fired again, this time hitting another sack and causing an ear aching scream to rip through the air. He would much rather endure a family trip than have to continue doing anything like this.

The Sepulcher howled in frustration as yet another human entered it's vision. All it desired was the death of those around it. It didn't want to be here. It wanted only to sleep.

It attacked the newcomer swiping and smashing, but it evaded its attacks, and struck the sac of flesh that was its vurnerabe spot. It burst like a great ps filled sore, spilling it's contents all over the courtyard as it bled dry.

the Sepulcher cried out in pain and ecstasy, it's death a release. The master had brought it here, made it do these things. As for itself, it wanted only to sleep.

Its death throes caused it to lash out in every direction before it started to slowly sink back into the soil ofthe courtyard. Nothing was left of it afterward, no reminder of its existence or presence.

Finally, it could sleep once again...

Heather dodged the Sepulcher's blows as best she could, feeling the claws of death slice across her skin on the final swipe it made in it's attempts at killing her. She cried out in pain, but continued to move. She had to... lest she end up like Jacob, or worse. Limping around, she continued shooting until finally, the gun did nothing more than click..... and click... and click.

"Dammit anyhow!"

In a pissed off fury, Heather threw the gun to the ground, scrambled around for her pipe and began swinging. She hit a few of the giant sacks before the ear piercing boom of Jacob's shotgun threw her almost out of her skin in shock, not knowing it was about to happen. Not being able to see either the man who'd shot it, or Jacob's lifeless body either, Heather stumbled around the Sepulcher and, despite the situation, laughed inwardly at the sight of the man on the ground. He'd apparently not realized that the recoil of a shotgun was far more powerful than that of a handgun... and thus, was knocked flat on his ass. He did manage to hit the Sepulcher, which seemed to weaken, but not destroy it. With a deep inhale, Heather bit into her lip and again began swinging at another mangled puss pocket before she again heard the thundering sound of the shotgun. Only this time, the giant beast, which she thought will be the end of them all, came down in a horrid fury.

Did he kill it?

Heather took a few steps back, watching wide-eyed as the beast slithered it's way back down into the ground. The courtyard was left in shambles, but at least they were alive.

Breathing a sigh of relief, the blond collapsed, taking hold of her knee and feeling the sting in her arm where the Sepulcher's claws had gotten the best of her. She was bleeding, that much was for certain... But they had to keep moving.

"Hey... You okay? I thought we were all gonna gonna be impaled for a minute there."

And then she remembered Jacob... was he dead? Grimacing, Heather managed to somehow get to her feet, using her pipe as a sort of make-shift cane and hobbled toward him. Grabbing his wrist, she stood still...

"Thank God. He still has a pulse. But what the hell are we gonna do with him? I sure as hell can't carry him out of here..."

It took a minute, but she did finally realize she had no idea who this other man was, or how he'd managed to get himself mixed into all this mess.

"By the way, I'm Heather, and that there was the Welcome Wagon, so you've apparently been invited to the party."

If Porter had been wielding some smaller weapon with a considerable amount of bullets he would have fired at the creature relentlessly until he heard a clicking noise. He would then take to throwing the gun towards the thing. But he didn't have a tiny hand gun and didn't have to go through that period of shock where he fired a good twenty bullets into an already dead or dying creature. Or whatever the fuck the thing he'd shot at was doing. As it slowly descended back into the ground Porter kept moving, not stopping for a second. He didn't know if he was out of bullets for sure or even if the shotgun was still usable but he wasn't going to be dropping it while that thing was still in sight.

Another roar of pain and that queasy feeling in his stomach like when your'r caught in a lie and the thing - well - basically went down into the earth. As his eyes met the earth that the thing had descended into his eyes then fell on the girl. A rather attractive girl who was bleeding profoundly - a never good combination. He let the shotgun fall to the ground as he raised a hand to cover his mouth. He really hadn't seen anything like this before save for the movies he happened to be a fan of. Though he was positive that once he got home he would never watch another Alien nor Predator flick again.

He remained silent as she spoke to him. Her words ringing deaf in his ears. And then she jumped up and moved causing him to jump back in fear of the current situation and dry heave a bit. He quickly stumbled over to the girl and fell to his knees next to her and the unconscious man. He was glad to see that the man was alive though it didn't do much for him. "Reginald - I mean Porter. Reginalds my first name and - um" He was at a loss for words on what to even say. 'Wish there was an exit." He mumbled as he sat down fully and burrowed his head into his hands. "So what? Have I died and landed in some purgatory type place?"

A few minutes would pass, before a quiet murmuring issued from him. Apparently, whatever he was enduring, it was all in his head...

"...L-Lisa... Lucia... We... have to move... We... have to..."

Accompanying these statements were soon followed by feeble, desperate twitches of his arms and legs, which erupted into a sudden and abrupt sitting up by Jacob who had apparently woken up, though not without all the pains and bruises being knocked unconscious should entail.

Initially, he was groggy and had an aching head and back, though upon focusing he sees Heather, whom he dreamt he lost and was searching for, was plainly surprised to see she was still by his side... and then, there was the new man, whom he was sure was not there before being rendered as he was.

"...Heather..? God... I thought you... W-who're you?"

At the sound of another voice, Porter picked his head up from his hands. He stared blankly into the face of the other man. Well weren't they dandy group together. The guy looked shot to shit. he was a literally bloody mess with a pretty little blonde tending to him and Porter to undoubtedly screw things up eventually. They deserved their own Wednesday NBC timeslot. The man speaking jogged Porter back to reality and he stared dumbfounded as his brain tried tosend words to his mouth. "Reginald - I mean Porter" He said yet again. He frowned unsure of what to say to the man. He didn't know what the mans name was and awaited for the other to exchange pleasantries after him.

"So - Um are you alright?" He asked. He didn't want to touch the man due to the fact that he didn't really know how badly hurt he was, he'd jumped like he'd been in a hell of a lot of pain when he woke up from his small nap. "I mean are you alright to move and stuff?" He shifted his eyes to Heather hoping that the girl would be able to assist both of them in the situation. This usually wasn't how he went about meeting new people.