Nightshift 24 - Courtyard

[itneverwas]

[from here]Without much difficulty, Xemnas finally reached the courtyard. His orange eyes scanned his surroundings as he carefully moved though the darkness, on his guard for a possible ambush. He had not put on his flashlight, as it would attract unwanted attention. The Superior didn't want any unnecessary distractions, after all

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[dnrdni]

((Coming from here))

James Sunderland dropped down to the ground, dusting himself off as he stood up. This wasn't much better than where he'd left. Dragging out his little book, he briefly sketched the place out, at least as far as he could see. The radio continued to sputter out its static, the man turning it down marginally. Were anything horrible to head towards him, like a Patient Demon, he needed it loud enough to still hear.

"This doesn't look like Brookhaven or anywhere else for that matter," he muttered to himself. "I was in the tunnel under the Historical Society, so I should be around that area. Even when it changed before it didn't send me away. Just turned the hospital worse."

Needless to say, James was a tad confused. At least it kept him from thinking about Eddie. Lifting his head, he sniffed, hoping to smell the lake and at least get his bearing somewhat.

[thebloodyacacia]

He stopped dead, utterly still and unmoving by the wall. He stayed this way for some time, enough time for James to finish his sketching and start to move forward a bit.

Then Pyramid Head turned to face James, almost silently. He stood still and poised, his spear's shaft nearly cracking under the ferocity of his grip.

And then he moved forward, picking up speed, directly for James.

thump thump

thump thump

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[dnrdni]

James was less than pleased when he couldn't get the scent of any sort of water in the air. The heavy mineral smell of the lake was nowhere. Wherever he was in Silent Hill, it was a good distance from Toluca Lake. Closing his little book, James started across the courtyard. The lack of fog was bothering him too. While it hid the demons, it did him too. This was too exposed, too out in the open.

Then, he heard it. There was only one thing that could make a sound like that. His head turned slowly, feeling like it took too long for that one simple action, an eternity to look. James knew what he would see anyways, didn't he?

Green eyes widened as James stumbled and then broke into a run, heading north. Anywhere but here. Anywhere but with that thing that had killed Maria. Gone was the momentary bravery he'd had when thieving the Great Knife from the water labyrinth. No, he just wanted to get away. Of all the people in Landel's, James had seen what that demon did to what it caught

[thebloodyacacia]

It was as if Pyramid Head had forgotten about everybody else entering and leaving the Courtyard. He didn't even turn his helmet to so much as glance at them - he just continued to follow James, spear upraised and waiting to come crashing down on the man's body.

The activities shed was not far away, the doorframe still damaged from where his spear had gone in before: proof that wood would not hold up against the might of a creature born of guilt.

[dnrdni]

James only had it going for him that he was quick when it came to running, and when it came to running from Pyramid Head, he was a pro. If it ever became an Olympic event, he was taking home the gold hands down. Among that patients of Landel's, James may have been the only one who knew for a fact that bullets (even shotgun ones at a close range) didn't stop the thing. He'd taken a swipe at the thing in the water labyrinth with its own Great Knife, and that hadn't stopped it. Nearly gotten James himself speared, but it hadn't stopped it

[thebloodyacacia]

He came closer and closer, faster than he had ever been with his sword. As soon as the shed was within spearing distance, he thrust it forward, splintering the wood of the shed's side and narrowly missing James hiding within. As he jerked it out, the weedeater came to life - but Pyramid Head hardly seemed to notice. He only brought the spear back and then rammed it into the shed again.

It was like he was trying to spear James from the outside, to kill him without every laying eyes (eyes?) on him.

[dnrdni]

Misty Day, Remains of the Judgment

James ducked as best he could clutching the live weedeater before him. Wood splintered and flew, cold steel slamming past his head. Another inch over, and he would have been squirming on that spear like a landed fish. The idea alone made him cold, remembering Maria's hand reaching through the closing doors of the elevator as he tried to reopen them, to save her.

When the spear slammed through again, James let go of the power switch for the weedeater, powering it down. Another idea had come to him. Whether or not it worked was going to be up to how quick-minded Pyramid Head was and if he could manage to surprise the creature. What he tried to do was wedge the weedeater under the head of the spear, at the same time shoving all his weight against it. The basic idea was to snap the thing around to be flush against the shed's wall on both side. If he was lucky, he hoped to surprise Pyramid Head and maybe smack the creature with the shaft of his own weapon or jerk it out of its hands.

He hoped.

[thebloodyacacia]

It was possible that the plan could have worked, but the spear's shaft was too strong, too horrifically made, to be jerked from Pyramid Head's hands. However, the effort James put into the shove did throw Pyramid Head off balance momentarily - the spear slid to the side just enough to drag his arms forward, and he paused, giving the hiding man within a small window of opportunity to do with as he wished.

(Perhaps Pyramid Head had never had his weapon attacked before. Certainly his body had been abused - gunshots and blade slices and boards with nails in them - but never his weapon.)