If I could find a place for Maximum Ride or Twilight, believe me, I'd use them too. Unfortunately, I don't want Fang getting killed, and vampires don't die easily enough. So, sorry Twilighters and Flock Fans. Sucks for you.
I do not own Silent Hill (it belongs to Konami) and I do not own the X-Men. (They belong to Marvel Comics.) I do however own Amera Walker, Thomas(just mentioned in this fic) and Khadrim. This story is based around Silent Hill 2. And X-Men: Evolution. You all remember the episode from season two where Mr. McCoy took some of the students on a field trip to the redwood forest? Well, this story starts with another one of these trips, about a year after the first. However, I have taken some liberties, expanding the school to a more movie-like state, with more students and a bigger library and such. Don't be hatin'! Enjoy.
This is kind of a sequel to my old x-men evolution story (that no one will ever, ever read), where Amera and Pietro dated for a while before… it's just a bit important …
I don't own Harry Potter either. Man, what I would do with the cash if I did… Richer than the Queen of England… Bah. THERE ARE DEATHLY HALLOWS SPOILERS AHEAD!!! If you haven't read Deathly Hallows by now… What, have you been living under a rock?
IMPORTANT! Amara and Amera are two different people. Yeppers. Okay, on with the show.
Chapter One
Kitty slammed her book down in front of Amara and Jean. This was not very smart on her part, since this table was situated in the library, where many other students were studying. Jean wasn't, since she had already graduated, but she would be heading to college the following spring. Kitty growled beneath her breath. "I, like, can't believe this!" Kitty groaned as she sat down. Many of the students in the library who had been glaring at her now returned to their work.
"Kitty, what's up?" Jean asked, placing a bookmark in her book and setting it on the table. Amara looked over the top of her history text.
"I've gotta go on another one of those stupid field trips again!" Kitty said huffily.
"I thought you always got good grades," Amara pointed out.
"I do!" Kitty said. "But apparently, since I suggested the other one in the first place, Mr. McCoy wants me to go again…" Kitty put her chin on the edge of the table and closed her eyes. When she opened them, she saw Logan standing between Jean and Amara. Amara had returned to studying and Jean busied herself with her book. "Uh, hi, Mr. Logan…"
"How many times do I gotta tell ya, Half-pint, that the library's for studyin', not bangin' books around?" Logan said with his gruff voice, adding a growl at the end. He had been engrossed in a certain book, and he hated being interrupted.
"Sorry, Mr. Logan," Kitty said sheepishly, shrinking in her chair. Logan stalked away, mumbling something under his breath that sounded like "ungrateful brats."
"Vhat vas that about?" Kitty turned to see Kurt and Amera approach the table holding hands. They both had rumpled clothes and disheveled hair, which implied that they had been making out in the back of the library again. Amara ignored her studying again, and Jean put her book back down. The trio sitting at the table raised an eyebrow at the couple. "Don't ask, I already asked you a question!"
Kitty sighed. "I was just, like, upset about Mr. McCoy having me go on the trip again."
"So? We have to go too," Amera said.
"That's because you two make out in class and don't do the work," Jean said. "That's why you've got the bad grade."
"The point is that ve're going too," Kurt said.
"Whoopee," Kitty said sarcastically, twirling her finger in the air.
*******
Since being made a part of the X-Men, Bobby had had a hard time keeping his grades up. But that wasn't his fault, was it? He sat on the X-jet, watching the clouds pass below them out the window. He'd had to go on the trip last year too, and that was before the X-Men. How was he supposed to keep up?
Ray sat behind Bobby, watching out the window as well. He wasn't very happy about the fact that he had to leave his boyfriend, Thomas, behind at the Institute. Khadrim sat behind him, wondering how the hell he had a bad grade at all. And sadly, it turned out that Amara had to go on the trip as well, but she was stuck sitting in front of Amera and Kurt, who were swapping spit in the back seat.
Suddenly, a strange grinding sound echoed through the jet, and then it started to shake. "What the-" Hank began to work the controls, but when nothing worked, he cried to the students, "Buckle in!" All of the frightened students obeyed just as the plane started to plummet.
*******
Hank had somehow managed to crash land on an old stretch of highway, and luckily, no one was injured. But it was obvious to all of them that the plane wasn't going anywhere. They couldn't see anything very well; there was a mysterious fog that covered everything like a thick blanket. "Guys, vhere are ve?" Kurt asked, rubbing his head while helping Amera up from the ground. He squinted around, and could see a sign in the distance, but couldn't make out what it said.
"I think that sign right there probably means there's a town nearby," Hank said, walking toward it cautiously. He could barely make it out. Silent Hill, 1 mi. "Everyone grab the food and emergency supplies, it's about a mile to the town!"
The kids obeyed and then they headed toward Silent Hill. Everyone stayed huddled in a tight group since they couldn't see anything through the fog. "This is some totally freaky fog," Kitty whimpered.
"Oh, come on," Bobby snorted. "It's just a little fog."
"A little?" Khadrim retorted.
"Okay, a lot of fog. Nothing to freak out about." Bobby said as they trudged still down the street.
"Shouldn't we call back to the Institute?" Amara asked from her spot next to Hank.
"Good idea," he said, then pulled his communicator out. When he turned it on, static was the only thing that came through. "Well, I guess not."
Amera was starting to freak out now. None of this added up. She clung to Kurt's left arm like her life depended on it, staring down at her own communicator, wondering whether or not it would be the same as Hank's.
The road was long, but the group of mutants didn't slow down. But something was bothering Hank; he hadn't touched his communicator since he had turned it on and strapped it to his belt, hoping to get some feed from somewhere, but the static it emitted was getting louder on its own as they neared the town.
Bobby groaned angrily, getting a headache from the constant noise. "Can't you turn that thing off?"
"We have to keep it on so we know if we can get some transmission," Hank replied, but still the static grew louder.
Amara screamed.
The others all turned to face her, then all of them backed away. She had seen some sort of creature crawling out from under an old, run down truck. It looked like nothing any of them had seen before, a headless torso with one arm that looked as though it had been sewn together haphazardly. Blood was spattered all over it. "What the hell?" Bobby yelled, stepping back, tripping on a rock and falling to the ground.
The corpse pulled itself into an upright position, and Kitty hurled when they could see its underside. The stomach area had been ripped open and stretched back, revealing bloody innards, ribs, and a human head with its eyes sewn shut. There was almost no time to react as they were all frozen in terror, and the creature's mouth opened wide. It spewed vomit all over the nearest person, who happened to be Kurt, who yelled in pain. The vomit appeared to be acidic, and it was burning his flesh. He grabbed the first aid kit from Ray and wrapped his arm in gauze. Ray lost it and proceeded to electrocute the creature. "Take this, you sick son-of-a-bitch!" The torso fell backwards and started to shake violently, then stopped moving for a moment, then sprang back to life, crawling toward him as quick as it could. "You're not dead?"
Khadrim growled and stalked forward. He pushed Ray back with his left arm as he turned his right arm into a sword. He hacked the creature to bloody bits, sending blood flying and splattering his face and leather jacket. There was no way the corpse would be able to move again after that.
Khadrim stopped and stared at the pile of meat on the ground as the sword disappeared and his hand returned. Amera chuckled nervously behind him. "I think you got him."
Then Hank noticed something. "That's strange," he muttered.
"Uh, yeah, we were just attacked by a dead thing!" Amara said, trying not to throw up.
"No, it's the communicator," he said, holding it up. "I think that the creature may have caused the static. Perhaps if there are more of them, this will give us a head's up." He sighed as he thought of a way to persuade them to continue to the city, although he knew that they had figured out by now that the creatures were probably from there in the first place. If we survive this, he thought, you're all getting straight A's till graduation.
They walked extremely careful after they figured there was a possibility that more of those creatures existed. After a few more long and terrifying minutes, they were in Silent Hill. A look around told them that they were on the corner of Wiltse and Saunders. "This fog is too darn thick!" Bobby said, reaching out cautiously so as to avoid running into any walls.
Hank tried squinting into the fog, but could barely see the few people around him, Ray and Amara. "Since we can't see each other, let's form a tighter group, alright?" he said, and unfortunately he could only just see Ray, Amara, and Bobby, back from the fog, pressed closer. "One, two, three…" Hank tapped the tops of his student's heads to make sure they were all there. His hand reached into nothingness after the number three. He pulled those three close to him. "Where are the others!?" he said to no one in particular, gazing into the cloudy darkness. "Kurt? Khadrim? Amera? Kitty?"
*******
"Let's just, like, find the bus depot and get back home," Kitty said as she shivered in the darkness. "Okay Mr. McCoy?" There was no answer. "Mr. McCoy?" Kitty spun around quickly and found only Kurt, Amera, and Khadrim, who all ran into each other at her abrupt stop. "Where's Mr. McCoy?"
"I thought he was right with us," Amera said through chattering teeth.
"Now that you mention it… We're the only ones here," Khadrim said, looking around. He was the only one who didn't seem at all fazed by their situation.
"You mean we're in this dark, spooky fog alone?" Amera asked, staring at Khadrim. Her hand shot down and grabbed onto Kurt's three-fingered one, squeezing tightly. "Wh-where did they go?"
"I think the correct question to ask would be 'Where did we go?'" Khadrim pointed out.
"Do you think ve should turn on a communicator?" Kurt asked.
It seemed as though in only a matter of seconds Khadrim had been chosen as the unofficial leader. "Yeah, I'll turn mine on…" He reached down to his belt, where his communicator was located under his jacket, and turned the switch. Instantly there was a loud static sound. "Oh shit."