Silent Hill Now I Can See III

************************Chapter Three******************************
************I Watched the World Die Through Crimson Eyes…***************

God, he needed to be drunk. He needed to be…not sober…and yet he was sober for perhaps the worst event of his life. He was also getting fed up with these fuckin' monsters. Three times already some armless fuckers tried to kill him, and all times, he'd pumped them full of lead. He was almost out of rifle ammo. He would need to make a stop to find some other weapons because he refused to be unarmed in a fucked-up place like this. Jasper checked his pockets- seven more rounds for this rifle, and then he would have four more in the rifle slung on his back. He had just two left for the Smith & Wesson, and about five left in his trusty Desert Eagle. Eighteen rounds. Ugh. He peered about, wondering if there were any other good weapons to be found.
Not too long into his wandering, he saw it, and grinned. A hardware store. Practically everything in there was a weapon. He strolled in nonchalantly, ignoring the static coming from his phone. Whatever it was, he'd fuckin' shoot it. Probably another armless fucker, which forever would be called that in his mind. He peered about, looking at planks of wood, nails, screwdrivers. He contemplated taking a few of those, when his turquoise eyes rested on something beautiful. "Oh, fuck yeah, baby." he said, wandering over to the chainsaws, the phone static growling louder at him. He picked up a red and black on, and tried revving it- nothing. He frowned, then brightened at the black and green one- he hoisted that one up, and tried again- this time it spluttered. He smiled wider, and tried again- another louder, more promising sputtering noise. Just as he was about to try again, the phone screamed to a peak, and he saw something out of the corner of his eye. He looked up, and stared.
For a minute, he thought it was just some dog- until it's head split open, tongue lolling out of it, blood dripping. He stared at it, realizing how close it was. It was only about a hundred feet, maybe less away from him. Jasper didn't move. The creature however, wasn't alone. Another one came around the corner. Aw, shit! he thought, furious. He didn't dare reach for the gun on his back…but this chainsaw might not even fuckin' work. He just stood there, frozen. The dog things stared at him, and then the first one made a terrible noise mixed between what sounded like a bark, whine and scream as it booked it for him, the second one following suit. "MOTHER FUCKER!" he yelled, running. He was a vampyre, so he should have been fast enough to outrun them, but he wasn't, shit! He yanked on the cord for the chainsaw, hearing it trying to fight for life, but failing, tried again, and shit, their paws were thundering closer, screaming at him. He tried again, and was rewarded by the sound of a chainsaw snarling. He grinned, then leapt up onto a lumber rack, and turned around. The creatures snarled and leapt up, trying to snap at him. He leapt over onto the other side, and growled, waiting. They came running from behind him, and he whirled around, the chainsaw roaring through the air,  as if it were singing a note of death. The machine chewed through one's head, blood spattering everywhere, and the other one tried biting at the spinning blade, which obviously wasn't a good idea on it's part. Brains and blood, mucus and flesh flew, and both fell dead, twitching. Jasper panted, blood showered on his face. He cussed at the dead things. "Fuck you!" he said, the chainsaw still roaring in his ears. He shut it off, and it whirred to a stop. Oh screaming mother of fuck yeah, this was going to be his favourite weapon. He wiped away the blood from his face, and looked around. The phone…it was still going off. He looked about,  and he heard the pattering of paws- fuck! More of those little bastards? The static was getting louder, and he revved up the chainsaw, eager to chew some more of those cock-suckers up.
They came bounding around the corner, and he swore. At least five of them, all heading for him, they're heads split open, growling and snarling, some making strange barking noises. "Aw, SHIT!" he hollered, swinging the chainsaw.
It tore through one like a knife through cheese, but the second one leapt at him, and he narrowly avoided it as he raised the chainsaw and sliced it the other way, taking another. One grabbed his arm, and another leaped onto him, knocking him down. The chainsaw fell from his hands, and he cussed every foul word he knew. Because it was still on.
The machine roared and screeched, flipping about madly, cutting into his leg, making him cuss as one of the double-heads bit at his face, but he covered his head with his arms. He heard one of the split heads yelp when it tried to bite the chainsaw, and he punched the one attacking his face with his fist, and it screeched as it was thrown back a few feet. He grabbed the one ripping at his torso, and crushed it's throat, eyes shooting to black as he smashed the body into the one he'd punched, which was coming back for him. He bellowed as he felt the chainsaw tear into the same leg again, and he whipped up, grabbed it and swung it around to bite into the punched one again, the leg-attacking double-head crawling up his body to lunge at his face. He grabbed it with his free hand, and sliced the screaming creature in half, throwing it off his body.
He shut the machine off, groaning and cussing as he investigated himself. Shit! He was fucked the hell up. His right leg was cut to the bone- no matter, that would heal in a few minutes. But his torso was torn open, and he could see his innards through some of the wounds. His arm was shredded open, and one side of his face was bitten. Shit, it all hurt too. He couldn't understand why everything was hurting- none of those cock-suckers had silver teeth. He listened for his phone- only the soft static.  Good. He lay there, bleeding, hungry. Blood. He needed blood. But there were no humans here to slate his thirst, so now he would have to fuckin' wait to heal. This was bullshit in a can. It wasn't fair- what was the point of being a vampyre in a place where everything could hurt you anyways? Jasper cursed his luck, the scent of his blood intermingling with the stench of the double-head's own.
After five minutes, he forced himself up with his arm that wasn't mangled, leaning against a shelf. Fuck, he hurt. He glared at his leg, which was healing slowly, agonizingly slow. He felt himself starting to get faint- he was going to pass out. His eyes searched about, he needed to be someplace else. He saw something- dryer machines for sale, fifty percent off, not a bad deal…wait, he wasn't looking to buy one, he could hide in one of those, and shit, everything was getting foggy and dark… he crawled over, using his one good arm and mostly okay leg to move over to it, and collapsed in front of it, where was he? A Laundromat? He popped open the machine, he couldn't remember, but he knew that he had to be inside one of these…Jasper managed to force himself in, gritting his teeth against the pain, then finally slumped inside it, closing the door, and peering out of the glass, god he was uncomfortable, where was his chainsaw? Where were his rifles? Where was he? He tried to remember, but then felt himself fall into unconsciousness…

Bad dreams. Lightning. For some reason, lightning terrified him. But…it was harnessed lightning…what the hell? He blinked, trying to understand this dream, but it didn't make sense. Snakes with lightning shooting out of their heads, and they were biting, stinging bites that jolted the entire body…

A horrible screech caused him to jump, and he banged his head. Jasper swore, and then blinked, taking out his phone and shutting it off, folding his ears against the echoing noise, his sense of hearing over stimulated by the agonizingly loud scream of static. Shit! What the fuck? He blinked. A dryer…he was in a dryer…why was he in a dryer? He looked about, then remembered, paling. Oh shit. He'd hoped that was a bad dream, or maybe a hard-core acid trip…nope. Still here.
"Fuck this man!" he growled, looking down at his throbbing leg. It was more healed, but still hurt like a bitch. Now it just looked like road-rash, well, that was better than seeing bone. His stomach was also mostly healed, and he could move his arm. Shit, how long was he out of it? It had to be at least four hours- that's usually how long it took him to heal…shit. It was still light outside, but not too much. He looked through the window of the dryer, seeing something…what the hell? He strained through the glass, trying to see…something was indeed out there… It was moving slowly, and he dilated his eyes, feeding more light into them.
At first, he thought maybe it was a crawling person- until it turned around. It's head was grotesquely shaped, and long, with what looked like a sucker on the end of it. He heard it slurping up the blood of the dog things, and as he wrinkled his nose at the noises it made, something jerked up in front of him and he flinched, almost crying out.
Another one was there, right in fuckin' front of him, it's nasty sucker mouth probing the dryer window, leaving a thick mucus on the glass, which made him gag. Oh shit, he was unarmed, and the fucker was right there. It stopped, and seemed to stare in at him. He didn't move a single muscle. It just sat there, it's head in his direction, so he was sure it could see him somehow…
It groaned, and started slamming against the glass, and he hollered. Fuck, fuck fuck, he didn't have anything, didn't have a weapon- wait. Something was pressing into his back- Yes! Fuck yeah! The Smith & Wesson was still back there, in his waistband. He grabbed the gun, and aimed it, closing his eyes as he squeezed the trigger.
The glass shattered, and he felt some of the shards spray him in the face, and when he opened his eyes, the monster was dead, but the other one screamed and scurried for him, and he pulled the hammer back on the gun, screaming various swear words as it raced over, and he fired a single shot into it's face. It screamed and writhed, and he put another bullet into it to silence it. His phone was still going off, so that meant there had to be more of them, or some other thing. He opened the dryer and crawled out, seeing that there was nothing else to see, so he limped over to where his chainsaw and guns were. He was thankful that he was a vampyre, or else picking up the heavy weaponry would have been a nightmare to attempt with his wounded state. He hoisted the chainsaw up, ready to rev it, and then, he saw something outside, something out past the grimy, broken windows.
It was her. Anastasia Devin. He blinked. "Stasia?" he called out to her. She stood there, glaring at him, and he moved a bit closer to the window. "Hey, baby, what's wrong? Why are we here? And why…are you mad at me? I didn't do this!" he said, gesturing around. "It wasn't my fault we ended up here, okay?" he finished. But she still looked upset with him. He cocked his head, frowning. "Baby, why the fuck are you so pissed at me?! If you would just fuckin' tell me, I mean shit, this really wasn't my f-"
He stopped dead with his words, staring in horror.
That pyramid thing was behind her, holy shit, how did he get there?! Jasper blinked, then raised his gun. "Stasia, fuck, move!" he hollered at her.
A yellow hand grabbed her hair, her lovely blonde hair, and her face contorted into confusion, shock, fear and pain. Jasper fired off the rifle, the bullet embedding itself into Pyramid Head, but doing nothing to stop it. It began dragging her away, how could it move that fast?! Jasper screamed out her name, and limped over to the shattered window, shit, why wasn't he heal yet?! He revved the chainsaw, roaring in fury. "GIVE HER BACK YOU COCK-SUCKER!!!" came the angry words. The creature was getting further and further. Jasper saw her face, terrified, hurt, and he forced himself to move faster, but it wasn't doing any good. He snarled as he tripped over something, and struggled to get back to his feet again. Pyramid Head disappeared into an alley, and all he could see were Stasia's blue eyes, widened in fear, and yet she wasn't screaming, couldn't scream. He scrambled to his feet,  grabbing his chainsaw, limping down into the alley way. He followed a trail of dragged garbage, knowing it was the trail of her dragged body. What came next made him sick.
Her denim jacket was on the side, and so was her shirt. A bit further, and her bra and one of her boots was on the trail. Blood spattered them, and he felt like he was going to throw up, didn't want to think about what Pyramid Head was planning on doing to her. He just knew that now he had to find her. Her pants and panties and her other boot were up further, and he saw all the blood, and then turned the corner, expecting the worse, oh god, oh god.
Nothing.
He blinked, looking down. There was a huge blood puddle at the dead end he'd come to. But nothing else. No Stasia. No Pyramid Head.
He didn't know whether or not to be relieved or even more horrified. He was relieved that he wasn't seeing ravishment of horrible measures, but he was horrified at the thought ringing about in his head- where the fuck did they go?!
"Stasia!" he called, panicked. His mind immediately began working to protect itself. She's not dead, you didn't find a body, so that means she still might be alive, don't worry, she'll find a way out of this, remember, she's a bad-ass, she can handle herself, remember, she kicks ass, she's got more guns on her than a military base, she'll get out of it somehow, she always manages.
He felt like he was going to vomit. No, there were times she hadn't managed to get herself out of trouble…and one of those times, he'd blamed himself for her getting hurt. He shook his head. No, she couldn't have that happen to her…again…especially not by that fuckin' thing! He clutched his head, and his mind went to safe places. Yeah. She'll get out of this. He remembered- she was second-in-command in the army he was in, and he was third-in-command…surely she could handle this. His mind convinced him of this, and he felt only slightly better. Jasper blinked, and saw something in the blood puddle he hadn't noticed before- a key. He bit his lip, but forced himself to pick it out of the bloody mess. A single key with the words DANTECH etched onto it. Dantech. Anastasia was from that place…wasn't she? Jasper put the key into his pocket. He shook his head,  trembling- and then he heard it. Groaning noises. He turned around, sighing. Mother fucker. When would he learn to just keep the fucking phone on? His eyes found what was in the alley with him, and he paled.
Armless things. Fuckin' at least six of them, in the alley, moving forward sluggishly for him, groaning, dripping from those orifices. It seemed like even more of them were piling in, turning about the corner, and he almost screamed in frustration and terror. It was like they weren't sure where he was, but they seemed to know he was there…
He wasn't going to wait for them to run at him screeching, but there was a problem… if he used the chainsaw on them, their blood would melt him like acid… he had to run the gauntlet.
He charged at the crowd, pushing past them, gagging at their smell and feel, avoiding the dripping acid shit.
It took them about two seconds before they started screeching and moving for him, but he tore around the corner, punching one out of his way as he turned, scampering past them, holy shit, there was like twenty, thirty of them, holy shit, holy shit, he raced through, trying to ignore the pain in his leg because if he fucked up, if he tripped or hesitated, he'd be taken over. Putting all his weight onto his good leg, he shoved off the ground, leaping a good seven feet into the air, over most of them, and landed in a wide crowd of stragglers, then booked it as fast as his gimp leg would allow him. They screamed and pursued, and he cussed, screaming in fury every single word the world deemed foul. "FUCK MY LIFE!!!" Jasper screamed, and wished he could leap up higher, but he couldn't. He was running out of energy, shit, he needed to feed, feed or rest, but he couldn't. He just had to keep running. He dared to look behind himself, and regretted it.
Scores and scores of them were following him, looked like at least forty of them, running after him. He saw a building in front of him, a huge one, perhaps a mall? He snarled and burst forth, seeing the tall barbed wire fence around it. He could manage to leap over that, couldn't he? Oh, he would try.
He heard one groan as it sprayed at him, and he jumped, if he fucked this up, he'd fail, and they would get him, he was getting closer, shit he wasn't going to make it-
And brushing against the barbed wire, he barely made it, landing on his fucked up leg, but scrambling away from the gate as the things piled against it. He stared at him, praying they wouldn't be smart enough to realize they their acid would be able to eat away the bars if only they sprayed them. But apparently, they only registered animate objects as things to be sprayed at because none of them did. He made damn sure he was out of their spraying range, and flopped down on his back, panting.  Shit, he was so tired…he just wanted to sleep, sleep, but it wasn't safe…wasn't safe…

Again, more dreams. Snakes with electric mouths, trying to bite him, and Stasia's screams filled his head, and he couldn't help her, couldn't help her…

He blinked open his eyes, and in an instant, bolted awake. He sat up, grabbing his green and black chainsaw. Nothing. Idiot! he thought angrily Fuckin' fall asleep right in the open, that's fuckin' brilliant! You're lucky nothing fuckin' ate you! he growled, peering down at his arm and leg. Everything was healed- fuckin' finally. But it was dark now. His eyes adjusted, pupils dilating larger to allow more light into his vision. He peered about, wondering where the hell he was now. He peered at a sign, and he blinked.

Dantech Laboratory
Paving the Future
Saving the Future

He took the key out of his pocket, and stared at the sign. This was…really important. He knew it. He felt it. Stasia was from this place…he remembered that now. The horror stories he heard about it. His mind vaguely recalled the details she'd told him about this place…just that they treated her like an animal…tricked her into signing up, turned her into a genetically modified vampyre, and experimented on her…something else…he couldn't remember it. He looked up at the huge building, and sighed. He knew this place would be a step closer to his answers he desperately sought. He approached the main door, and pushed the key into the lock, turning it. The door unlocked, and with a push, the hinges creaked loudly, welcoming him to Dantech Labs…