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- Part 6! I have lots of spare time, so expect many blog posts from me!
- The Hostages didn't get a part in the last part because they had a whole part dedicated to them. LOL 3 "parts".
- Let's start off by seeing what has happened with the Hostages!!"
"Okay, keep making the drug, Michael!"
"I can't! I need more White Claudia!"
"Good thing I planted some outside... tee hee."
"Let me get some."
"Hold on! Let me fit one of those things used for house arrests on you."
Lisa fitted Michael with... what she said... and let Michael go out and get some White Claudia to make some PTV.
"Cynthia... apologize or you'll get a hole in your skull."
"I'm sorry, Judge Holloway."
"You don't mean it!"
"I'm sorry, Judge Holloway."
"Say this. 'I'm very sorry Judge Holloway, for disrupting your conversation with the high priestess Dahlia by throwing my shoe at your head, and I will never, ever do it again'."
"I'm very sorry Judge Holloway, for disrupting your conversation with the high priestess Dahlia by throwing my shoe at your head, and I will never, ever do it again. Perro."
"Okay, I accept your apology. Eddie, take her back to her cell. Oh, and I heard that."
Mary managed to sit up, and she tried to make conversation with Cheryl Heather. "What are you *cough* doing?"
"I... am trying to think of something to do while I'm shut up in this place."
"Lucky you. I have to stay on this bed because I *cough cough cough* have a really bad illness I most likely won't recover from."
"Ooh, I feel sorry for you."
"Cheryl Heather! Come here! My daddy could brush your ugly hair now!" Cheryl said.
Cheryl Heather walked over to Harry and sat down. Cheryl took her place talking to Mary.
"Like... do you hurt?"
"Yes, I do. When I cough, sometimes I cough up blood."
"Ew! Will you get better?"
"No, I won't. I'll just stay here... and die...."
"No! Don't say that! My daddy say that if you say bad things, they might happen."
"I can't do anything except for lie on this bed until I die."
"No! Get up! Now!" Cheryl said, pulling on Mary's arm.
"There's no can'ts here! Come on! Do something!" Cheryl insisted.
"Okay, okay, I will," Mary said, and managed to stand up for a few seconds.
"YAY! You did something!"
"I... did! Yeah!"
"JOSH!! PLEASE!!" Henry shouted.
"Okay, okay! I taunted you enough."
"Cybil, you want more water?"
"Oh, yes, thank you."
"Here, take the whole gallon."
"JOSH!! YOU'RE STILL TAUNTING ME!!"
"I know! And I won't stop!"
Alex, who didn't eat for days, sat on the bed, eating leftover oatmeal in the trash bin the others threw out.
"You know, you could have just asked for fresh oatmeal..." Maria said.
"Yeah. It's kinda gross eating other people's trash. Now for sure you're getting Mary's illness," Wheeler taunted.
"Aaah!" Alex screamed, and forced himself to puke in the trash can.
"Good. Now go ask for fresh oatmeal, boy!" Travis said.
"Stop making fun of my illness!" Mary shouted.
"I just can't stop thinking about that ritual..."
"I know! AND IT'S DRIVING ME NUTS!!"
"Stop it, Detective. Now, what kind of ritual would need fourteen people...?"
"One that won't let me sleep!"
"Stop being a grinch."
"Look. I haven't had any sleep in the past three days. Are you an insomniac?! Shut up for once!"
"This is much too important to put off to the side. Hmmm... fourteen people..."
Judge Holloway walked in on Eddie's calculations on the arrival of God. "When will it happen?"
"Uhh, in about twelve hours, Judge."
"We need those idiots related to the Hostages... where are they?!"
"Maybe they're lost?"
"Unacceptable! We need them now!"
"What can I do, Judge? All we can hope for is that they arrive at least an hour before."
"No, no, no! I wish one of us was telepathic or something. I know that that one stupidhead Heather Mason cares for Douglas Cartland. If she knew he was in danger... then maybe... just maybe... she'll want to come here and rescue him."
"That's a brilliant idea, Judge! But how would she get the message?"
"Send a helicopter to Nathan Avenue. Take a barricade and block the thing. Then, send a broadcast on all radios in Silent Hill. I'm sure one of those radios will be Heather's. When she arrives on the road, she'll stop at the barricade, and we'll have some mind-controlled monsters capture her! It's the perfect plan! Mwahahaha!!!"
"Yeah! But just her?"
"One of her can replace seven normal humans. Just her would be fine."
"Okay," Eddie said. He pulled out a radio transciever and ordered, "Get a helicopter sent to Nathan Avenue, pronto."
Curtis drove on Nathan Avenue for a while, longer than he should have.
"Curtis, are you going slow?" Elle asked.
"NO! I am going 60mph, and you ask if I'm going slow?! Wow, retard."
"But it seems like we've been on this road forever!"
"Yeah, it does," Harry butted in.
"Are we at the shrapnel, Claudia?" Little Walter asked.
"It's chapel. And no, we're not there yet."
"Aw, man! I want to wake Mommy now!"
"You have to be patient, Walter," Heather said, then looking at Claudia with complete doubt.
"We're almost there," Claudia said.
Douglas Cartland is in Lakeside Amusement Park. Repeat, Douglas is now in Lakeside Amusement Park.
"Heather, that's coming from your radio," Harry said.
"Douglas? He's here?! To the Amusement Park!"
"But we're here to go to Pale-" Elle tried to say.
"I know, I know, but Douglas is my friend. I want to see him first."
"Ooh, you do love him!" Harry said.
Repeat, Douglas is now in Lakeside Amusement Park.
"Who's Douglas Cartland?" Laura asked.
"I don't know, but it might be important since it came on my radio," James said.
"Where exactly are we?" Eileen asked.
"I don't know. How's Angela?" James asked.
Angela was by a billboard puking.
"Not good, James."
"James! I'm still hungry!"
"Maybe there's a restaurant or something around here."
"Uh, nope. We passed one a long time ago," Eileen said.
"I'm gonna starve to death!" Laura cried.
"Why aren't I dead yet? Mama told me I deserved what happened, and I can't take it anymore! I must die!"
"You can't die, Angela. We love you... as a fake happy family made up by four friends who happened to meet up somehow," Eileen said.
"No! I must die!" she yelled, and stole James's pistol from his pocket. She pointed it at her head, saying, "I'm glad I met you three, but I just can't live anymore. Goodbye," she said, and pulled the trigger.
"Wha...?!" Angela muttered, shocked.
Click. Click. Click.
"What is wrong with this?!"
"Oh, I uh, ran out of ammo for it a long time ago," James said.
Curtis stepped on the gas, yet they still seemed like they were going as fast as a snail. "What is wrong with this?!" he shouted.
"I don't know, but I think it might be the town," Claudia said.
"Who brought you into this conversation?!"
"Me, you stupidhead."
"Excuse me? What did you just call me?!"
"You heard me. Hopefully God will have pity on you."
"What?! I have done nothing wrong!"
"You nearly caused me to die, Curtis! You yelled at us, and you were just being an ass!" Heather yelled at him.
"You don't have anything to do with this!"
"CURTIS! SHUT YOUR TRAP! YOU HAVE DONE NOTHING BUT YELL THIS WHOLE TIME!" Elle screamed at him. "YOU HAVE CAUSED NOTHING BUT PAIN!"
Everyone went quiet. Curtis looked at Elle with a homicidal thought, but he decided to focus on driving instead.
"Whoa, Elle. Didn't know you had it in ya," Harry said.