(Der Moose)

AN: Well how-dee, all. Here lay chapter six, I do hope that you enjoy it. I bet you want to find out what happened to P. And James & Walter, right? All of you who are cool enough to read this, I'm sure that you'll be cool enough to leave me a review, right? Of course you will! Thanks, enjoy!

*disclaimer* I do not own Silent Hill or any of the characters in it.

Chapter 6

Everything is dark as Walter regains consciousness, he has been blindfolded. He tries to get up, but finds that he is tied to what feels like a chair.

"James.. James!! Where are you?" He asks frantically.

He hears a slight whimpering from somewhere in the room. Having heard that sound many times before, he knew instantly that it was James.

"James! Quit crying and tell me where we are!" he shouts angrily.

James responds by whimpering more bitterly.

"Shut up Walter! My ass hurts again.." he bitches.

Walter sighs as he shakes his head.

"Ah, cheer up, James, come on... who's the beefiest little beefcake, who is it?" he says, trying to console his friend.

"Come on, Walter.. That's not going to work this time... there are things in my ass again.. Lots more this time..." James replies, sounding miserable.

"Who's the beefiest.." Walter stops mid-sentence, processing exactly what he just heard. "Wait, what?" he asks.

"There are things in my ass again... a lot more than last time...." He repeats.

Walter bites his lip, trying not to burst out laughing. He wonders how it worked out that James never found out it was him who had done it last time.

"I'm, uh... I'm sorry to hear that, James..." he says, choking back the laughter.

Minutes go by with nothing more said, just as Walter is about to lose it and laugh his ass off, the sound of a heavy door opening breaks the silence.

"Time to play, Boys...." a deep voice grunts.

Meanwhile... back in the closet..

Henry finds a box labeled 'Henry's old Shit' in the back of the closet.

"Ah, the memories.." Henry says warmly, smiling as he takes off the lid.

He peers eagerly into the box, not able to recall what it contained.

Inside he finds a combat knife, a lighter, the porn that he stole from Walter, the testicle of a beaver on a string, a loaded .357 revolver, and a key that says, "key to the closet".

Henry sighs, "Ah... those were the days..." he reminisces.

His heart sinks as he realizes this, his smile turning into a frown... "NO! Those were NOT the days! Doctor said I should not...."

He starts to smile again, this time maliciously, "But it was so fun.... they never stood a chance, the little..."

"NO! nonononononoNO!" He screams, reaching into his pocket and popping a pill from his prescription bottle.

"Never... again..." he pants, slamming the lid back on the box and throwing it as far away from himself as possible.

Being now extremely distressed, Henry reaches for his emergency 'sugar pills' and pops one.

Within a matter or seconds, Henry starts to relax, smiling once more.

"Oh yea...." he says to himself, giggling.

"Well hello there, Mr. And Mrs. Chinsington, how are the you today?" he asks, looking at the closet door.

Meanwhile... back with P.

P. walks along slowly, a sloshing sound can be heard with each step.

"Son of a bitch.. Gonna kill that son of a bitch.. Kidnap me, will you? Put me in a place like this will you? Make me smell my own vomit for hours on end will yo..." his tirade is suddenly interrupted as a sound comes from behind one of the doors.

The wittle tiny wheels and gears start to turn in his mind...

" Last one was bad...." he established, "this one could be bad too...." he thought to himself..

"Or, it could be good this time..." he reasoned, "The risk may be worth the benefit.."

After a few more moments of hard thought, P. decides to go for it.

Once more full of hope, he reaches for the door knob and turns it.

As he pushes the door open, he finds that there is nothing horrible in this room, only what looked to be a lead brick on a table.

P. smiles, satisfied, he walks in.

"Hey.... this isn't such a bad room after all, not like the last one." he says, grimacing as he remembered the first room he tried.

He started to walk forward slowly, with a 'slosh, slosh'.

"That was horrific.. Just a big, sloppy.." he managed to get out before his sense of security was once more betrayed brutally.

The lead brick on the table had launched itself forward, smashing our poor friend P. in the genitals.

He falls to the floor, screeching.

He curls up in pain, becoming aware of the vomit once more as it sloshes against his face.

The combination of the vomit in his helmet and the newly acquired pain in his nut is too much the mighty P. He curls up tighter on the floor, rocking himself.

AN: Well, the chapter was not too horribly long, sorry.. But it was not too horribly short either, so its not all bad. Anyhow, I hope that you enjoyed, it was fun to write. Want to know what happens to our 'heroes' next? Find out next time! Please review..