Fic tem III!
Alex staggers to reach his ankles and remove the straps as quick as he can. What if something was coming for him? A few rooms down you can hear the door open with a shriek. Muffled cries of the patient in there could be heard. Suddenly a sound of flesh ripping down at the ends is heard with a splatter of liquid which in this case is blood. The man was still alive as he screams out in pain. Alex moves off the bed and grabs at a small box of matches. He lights one and looks around the room noticing that something -- something wasn't right. Nothing was! What the hell happened to the white room?! It was deformed and corroded with dried blood along the walls. The bed... He didn't want to go into that. He reaches the door noticing the smeared bloody hand print along the door's window as he struggles to open it with one hand. The match soon going out burning his finger tips. Alex bites on his tongue to hush any noise that dares to speak out. Alex opens the door slowly and peers out to see a path of blood along the stained dark floor. He lights another match and begins to quietly move down the hall.

He peeks into a room across from his as the door had been ripped from its hinges and a body torn in half hangs along bloody meat hooks with chains. The face was stuck in an utter mortified manner. Alex gulps back spit and his cries of disgust. He thought this was supposed to be a normal hospital. A soldier wounded and now recovering... "Oh my -- Oh my god. What on earth did this?" He mutters silently in horror.

Alex musters the strength to press on as the chaotic symphony of sounds echo within the halls. Doors' hinges ripped off as doors were no more supported. Alex staggers down the bloody hall looking at each room of the tortured souls in the rooms. He stops at another noticing the intestines ripped from the body and splayed across the wall with nails. He reads along the wall below the intestines 'May God Have Mercy.' He lowers his head and shakes the scene away. The next room had a body hanging fully on a chain as blood was being drained from the wrists and ankles. When the body turns slowly to face Alex's way he notices the chest cavity ripped open by force and not -- not tools. Organs were all over the floor as the heart had been sliced in half and splattered. Alex steps away from the room as he holds his stomach. His match falls to the floor and is snuffed out. Darkness surrounds him and shadows his form well. The wretched stench of blood covers the halls and every room. Alex had to get out of here...

A voice can be heard down the hall a long ways back. "FORGIVE ME! PLEASE! SPARE! SPA -- !!" Blood curdling screams comes from that way as it sounds like ripping of bones. Then there was nothing more.

Alex shivers and shakes the fear off of him the best he can. He needed a weapon and fast! What if he could not make it out alive! He has to for his sake and finding his brother. Lighting another match, Alex rushes and stumbles down the hall as he moves. The bloodied floor makes it quite hard to steer yourself and move easily at that. Every room he passes a body is torn apart and words written on the walls. This is just enough to make a man go insane or worse. Alex didn't know why he was in there in the first place. Once again, his mind has pushed the truth out to put in something false as those dog tags hang from around his neck on the chain. His father's... The sound of the metallic chaos begins to fill the halls as another poor soul is lost to judgment. The wounded soldier rushes now as he finds the stairs and moves within the darkness. Pale bits of lights and his matches help find his way down each flight of stairs to the first floor.

"Please... Just let me live. Let me live!" Alex pants faintly as he cries to his self.

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He snaps out of it suddenly back to the store. Tears stain his pants as he looks to the floor. One night of hell that was how it was for him in that place. He knew he saw his brother there though... Two nights after the hell he went through he saw Josh. Alex was shaking from the horror and the pain. The bag of chips have fallen to the ground before him as he stands there. Memories. He hated some and loved others. Alex knows that this is part of his painful punishment for killing his brother. Reliving in his mind the past times he was put away in that institute. It made you sick. Alex looks out at the fog covered streets as the many creatures patrolled it. He was right though -- can't just sit here and let the being with the pyramid shaped helm get to him. He rubs at his eyes and removes tears that fall. He could never forgive his self and forget about Josh. When he fought with the final boss and opened up the stomach to see his dead brother there before him. Alex goes through his emotions and shakes his head.

"I was lying to myself. Why did I believe I was a soldier and making dad proud? How could I remove that night from my head?" He whispers within his hands as hides the shame and his face. Josh meant so much to him and Alex loved his brother and wanted to be looked up to. His judgment must have been he loved too much. His crime is murder by accident.

Onward to the outside from the cozy little hole he made for the time being. Alex grabs the gun and looks down the street. He would run towards the houses in the area. Maybe one would be good enough for him right now. He takes long strides down the sidewalk and fires at any possible creature that dares to oppose his move to get to where he was going. Images of Josh make him stop and look back behind him and to each side. Alex has to continue and not stop of fear of being caught. The town was already cut off now from any possible hope for him. The only way to survive your hell is move within it. So what if you were condemned that way to wander and hope he didn't come to give your death to you... Alex starts to jog down the road now turning pass the graveyard and down another street. He could see figures of houses up ahead and hopefully one he could crash inside for a while. Figures all around move in the dense fog and you couldn't make it out until the moment of impact. Alex darts off towards the houses and makes sure nothing is around when he picks a random home.

Unloading a few bullets into a random creature he sighs and moves towards the front porch. "If I have to live this for the rest of my eternal soul, so be it... This is for you, Josh." Alex moves within the house and shuts the door tight before plopping on the dusty old couch of the abandoned house. Outside is a war going on -- his war. Alex lays back along the couch and looks to the ceiling deep within his thoughts.

His shakes with tears now falling again. Nothing could save him now for his brother probably hates him now as he thinks. The sounds of the creatures slowly moving out on the streets keep him from wandering in thoughts too far. Alex remembers his judgment can come at any minute.

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The blade pointed right at his chest as the being instructs him to become one as the judgment. Forever to be the ones to judge those of sin and cruelty. Alex looks at it confused but notices two others coming up and beginning to put the large half of the pyramid helm on over his head as this is their judgment to him. Another Pyramid Head carries the other half and they close in. Alex eyes widen before the darkness covers his vision and he is submerged into the state of being like something going dormant. Life would end and begins a new as it frightened him to what he would become. They close the helm around his head and he submerges with a new form. No longer is Alex human and alive. He stands with the same features as the other two and somehow looks at what he has become. The two stand at both sides of him with a gloom to their positions.

Another scene would be -- would be his ankles and wrists being pulled with chains on each side and a Pyramid Head turns a crank as the other draws out a wicked looking saw from the ceiling. The two work together on bringing the judgment to him. Alex struggles and cries out in utter shock and horror. The feeling of near death makes the hairs on the back of his neck stand on ends. His heart pounds as the saw draws closer. No one would hear his cries and pleas to make it stop. Make it all stop before the end! The saw comes down and starts from between the legs and would cut through the body to the head. The organs would be hanging out and eventually exit the body as he would be slit in half.

Alex shakes his head and making his self forget about those. He was sick in the head! Alex can't believe he is even beginning to think such things. A hand rubs at his forehead as he sighs shakily. "My god... Would they do it to me? Kill me like my father..." He questions silently in distress.

He stands from the couch and moves over to a wall that hold pictures of this family that lived here. It was a nice quiet family. It had a mother, father, two daughters and a son. But then he thinks on it and sighs at that. The first girl would be the one that got sacrificed for the fucking Order. Stupid people who formed this place! Because of them -- Alex didn't really get to know his family well. The town was cursed to do this sick act to please some unknown God. Alex wonders if getting out of the hospital was even wise. Another picture has the kids playing in the park near his home on the swings. They look so happy just playing along. Another picture had only two in there... The one girl was missing and the two looked so distant now. Alex bites his bottom lip and lets go. He reaches over and reads the backs.

"Megan, Franny, Steven at the park." Alex reads on at their ages. "This one is where Megan was only ten." He looks at the other without her in it and reads. "Franny at age seven. So -- this was taken a few years after the first born was killed. This is -- is sick..." Alex puts the picture down and walks into the vacant kitchen to peek around.

He takes a look in the cabinets and shakes his head at seeing nothing in there. A dead man needs no food anyway... Alex walks along up the stairs and peeks inside each room. There was the girls' room. It still has everything from when they all were here. He takes up a doll and shivers at the thought of when the doctor was killed by his daughter's doll. Scarlet was an ugly thing. Alex drops the doll instantly and looks at a few other things. He notices a journal on a desk and picks it up. Skimming through a few pages he stops on one in particular. This must be Franny's journal. The sounds did not even sound joyful in it.

Alex swallows back some spit as his throat is growing dry. He reads the entry quietly. "Dear Journal, Today is a sad day. My mom and dad say that Megan needed to go see the doctor. They don't know when Megan will be back. Mom looks a bit odd today too. I remember Megan wasn't even sick last night. What are mom and dad doing behind our backs? It's one in the afternoon now and no sign of them. Steven grows worried and is crying now. I don't know what to tell him. I hope Megan is okay! " He stops and looks down at the lower half of the page. "Dear Journal, It's now five in the evening and the car is just now pulling up. I'm sad. I don't know what to say because there is no Megan. Megan... Mom is looking rather sad and maybe it's fake. I don't know! She said Megan passed away. Megan wasn't sick... Megan..." The entry ends there. Alex puts the journal down and frowns. "She was snuffed out..."

Alex takes up a picture to see the two girls together playing dress up. Even if it wasn't his own he felt the sadness and hurt by this. How could any loving parents do such cruel things to their children? It didn't matter if it happened to be the first born. He puts the picture down and walks out of the room. Brown eyes skim over to the boy's room and looks in. For a moment he froze as he thought he saw Josh sitting at the boy's desk with the back turned. Alex reaches a hand out barely before the image fades into nothing. He walks over to see a picture. The boy drew a picture of the older sister in water and it has her name over it. Did this really happen as her death? He remembered the mayor telling him that she snuffed Elle's sister out with a pillow to the face. Those sick people! Even the doctor did something to his girl! He knew it had to be the doctor.

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"You know what they say about the lake?" Alex looks out to the lake with his brother at his side.

Josh looks at the lake and listens carefully to his brother. "No. What?" He tilts his head and looks to his brother.

Alex smiles to Josh and ruffles his hair gently. "They say that the souls of those who could not be saved are down in the waters. Maybe that is why dad doesn't want us going out. But I'm not afraid." Alex says stubbornly as Josh looks to him with concern.

Josh shakes his head at his brother and looks into the water from where he stands. It can't be true about the waters of the lake. He looks closer to see if he could see anything in the water. The two brothers just enjoying a quiet afternoon without their father to pester and push Josh away from Alex. The older sighs softly and stretches arms in the air. He grabs a soda from the small cooler and tosses it to Josh. The younger brother catches it and takes a sip as he looks to Alex. Alex wasn't afraid of much then as he acts cool to show his brother. He leans along the railing and looks at his reflection. Josh looks off into the distance to see barely on the other side. Silent Hill... Their father told them never to go into the lake or across to the other side. Something about the town was cursed over there. Back then Alex only thought it was some ploy or joke. He gives Josh a noogie and laughs.

"Looking at yourself in the water, kiddo?" He teases Josh giving a laugh.

Josh looks to him and sticks his tongue out. "You were too!" He leans close and hugs Alex a bit. "Why does dad have to keep us apart?"

Alex hugs and pats Josh on the back lightly. The older teen giving a confused look at that. "I have no idea, Josh."

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Alex sighs softly as he comes back from memories once more. He knows now why their father did such. Distancing him from everyone and making Josh be the favorite. It wasn't till the end when the two finally started to open up to Alex. Then he saw his parents love for him. Alex shakes with anger and hurt as he holds his head. His family life was shit but he couldn't help but to love Josh. His brother was important to him and even if their father pushed him away... Alex had so much he wanted to teach Josh and let him learn. Older siblings do that at times. He couldn't when Josh was dead to the world. The images of him plaguing Alex and his tortured soul. The older brother doomed to be here and take the punishment when it could find him.