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[I wont post here like this again, but it's getting frustrating Role play with less and less people posting]

After leaving the room Charles ran into a large monster in the hallway -Have you done what it is I have asked?- He spoke soft and true to the beast without hesitation, Charles had seen things far worse in his nightmares then this monster, such a thing could not make him flinch or bat on eye. Nothing much scared Charles these days. As the monster shook it's large head Charles smiled then sent it on it's way, he sat down in a small office, a desk with scattered papers every where, a tall rusted lamp, broken and torn stood tall and proud in the corner of the room, now offering no use. A chair behind the desk there was also, leather worn, seeming to have been there for ages, but in reality quite new. Charles sat in a dusty chair, one that a customer might sit in, less comfortable and less pleasing to the eye.

Charles leaned his head back in order to rest his back, all the walking he had been doing was starting to take a rather nasty toll him his energy, he was miles away from where Zack, Lisa and Amy might be so he had no concern about them running into them, but still, he wondered just how they might be doing? Or how they would react to the events that had been so carefully planned for them, Charles didn't want to go through with such devilish plans...Charles shook his head as he began thinking about this, he smiled to himself and placed his chin to touch his chest, now leaning into his body rather then placing his throat open for some angry heart broken nurse to try and attempt to slit it. "What will I do now, I guess waiting really is the only option, but still" Charles head swam with thoughts, Zack, Amy, Lisa, Sarah, the strange woman that appeared before him claiming to be his wife, a dream? or something sent by one of the creatures of Silent Hill? Then...there was his daughter, what would become of her if he should fail his duties, his duties to end lives. Death was not something Charles was to fond of, not many were, except sick twisted mutated monsters that had no morals and cared only to feel the coolness of blood on their rotten flesh, them, and the occasional mad man who thinks killing someone can bring forth a "God", he snickered a bit, even though this entire matter couldn't be anymore serious if it tried, the thought of re birthing some fake god was out there, even for Charles, and he himself was a Demon.

Charles rocked back and forth in his little chair, he was deep in thought that he had hardly noticed a giant monster and 5 nurses standing in the door way looking at him. He stopped suddenly "What do you want?" He asked in a cold manner, he wasn't fond of the Creatures, not even in the slightest, but he had no choice but to work, no, use them for the dirty jobs that needed to be done. "Well speak!" Charles smiled, they couldn't speak, only rely messages mentally, he closed his eyes and then opened them "Very well, you are dismissed" With that word the monsters left, a clunking noise could be heard from the nurses and a giant slam from the larger beast each time his foot hit the floor. After Charles sensed they were gone he sat back down, it was becoming cold now "It's almost time.." He whispered to himself rocking once again in his own quite little office, he pulled a picture from his coat, in the picture was Him, his wife...and his little daughter, someone he hoped he could save after all this -Give me some time, I promise I will save you- A tear rolled down his cheek and onto the picture, creating a wet spot that would forever stain his one happy memory. Almost 15 years had passes since he last saw his daughter, Rose, she was 5 the last time he had seen her, wearing her little white dress that she got from her 5th birthday, almost as soon as it came into his life, the one thing Charles had that made him happy, something that made him forget that he was a demon, something that made it feel believable his wife loved him even though she knew, a life, he created a life, and now, now he didn't know. He kept rocking, his long coat covering his body making it look as if he had a large blanket on, he cried unseen tears, no one could comfort him, nothing could make him happy or feel loved, he was alone, though he had been for most of his life.

~Zack wasn't even having trouble breathing, even though he was smoking since the age of 10. He surveyed the area carefully and nodded his head. He slumped against a wall and put his arms on his knees. He spotted a pack of cigarettes and a lighter on the table next to him. He picked them up and took a cigarette out, pressed it to his lips, and lit it.

He took a few drags off his cigarette while his mind swam with visions of his childhood, he willed them all away before speaking~

"Lisa...Do you have anything in the files at the hospital about my parents? What their names are? Or Why they did what they did? It has something to do with Alessa I know it, and Amy as well."

[ God, sorry for taking so damn long to reply. No one was posting for a while so I just drifted away x_X Sorry!!]

Amy was walking down a delidated hallway, carefully limping through the debris on the floor, wincing when something dripped off the cieling and onto her arms. Don''t scream, just don't scream...! she thought, gulping and stopping when she heard voices.

"Zack?" She called out softly, unable to see through the darkness. "Lisa?" Nothing but silence greeted her, though that soft cry touched her ears again. Dammit, it was so close, but she had no idea where she was, and the pain in her stomach was starting to grow again. "Damn...Damn, is anyone out there?!"

"I'll hold you to that, Lisa." ~Zack told her taking another drag off of his cigarette. He turned his head towards the sound of a voice. He thought that they had said his name and Lisa's. He got up and looked at Lisa.~

"Rest's over so, lets go. I think I heard Amy."

After walking a few more feet, Amy blinked when she came to a door, the wood black and charred, a smoky smell wafting from underneath. Carved into the wall beside it were the words, "Sin will find you out." Amy swallowed hard, hesitating and wincing when her stomach clenched again in pain.

Getting worse again... she thought, trying to shake it off, shivering when that damn sob could be heard again. It felt like it was right inside her head but it was so loud, like it was right in front of her. Summoning what little scraps of courage she had left, Amy touched the door knob and let out a small shriek when hot pain coursed through her arm.

---HowisshestillaliveOHMYGODGodmustbebornParadiseAlessaParadiseHellonearthlittlegirlburningburningBURNIN---

Her screams grew louder as hellish images ravaged her mind, and she collapsed to her knees, trying to pull away.