My Darkest Knight - Chapter 11

I started to struggle again and so did my copy. Arthur kept moving forward that syringe in his hand. The black think liquid moving slowly in the syringe, I kept struggling to move. I couldn’t, my arms and legs were trapped and nothing was holding them down. I tried to move the chair back by jumping up and down. It started to work, I was moving backwards. But my doppelganger wasn’t, his chair must be bolted down. I could see him mirroring my actions, so he was trying to move.
I was still in the little girl’s room, Arthur was moving slowly forward not caring or noticing that I was trying to escape. I had gotten the chair back to the middle of the room the vanity was to my right and the door to the room to my left. I looked in the mirror on the vanity and saw my self endlessly stuck to the chair. If I could just break the wooden chair I was in I could move and get out of here. I looked back up, at my copy and Arthur. What if this was some illusion, I thought. Then maybe it wouldn’t kill me or do what ever that black stuff is supposed to do. But then it came to me, if it was an illusion then why can’t I move. This was real and there was nothing I could do about it.
Looking up towards the two through the window, Arthur was now standing right in front of my copy. He took the syringe and looked closely at the needle on it, and pushed some of the vile liquid out. Just like you would see a nurse or doctor do to clear the air out of the syringe.
He then rolled up the sleeve and mine started to roll up as well. I had to get free, I started to struggle again, but he just gripped the arm of my doomed doppelganger. I felt his grip on my own arm. It was cold, strong, and burned my skin. He moved the syringe down and put the needle onto the skin. I felt the pressure of the tip of the needle on my skin. He wasn’t putting enough pressure to puncture the skin. He was dragging this out, wanting to see me squirm.
I just sat there starring up at him. I couldn’t see his face from here. But I know that he could see mine. I closed my eyes waiting for him to puncture my skin and inject that viscid liquid into my veins. I opened my eyes again and now saw him standing right in front of me.
“I was waiting for you to join us Mr. Knight.” He said in a low tone. “I was wondering how long it was going to take you to realize that you were in the illusion and this was the real thing.”
“I know who you are now Arthur.” I said sternly back at him. “What do you want with me?”
“You stopped my work. You are the one who helped them to find me. I would have finished my work if you would have just stayed out of it.” His tone grew louder until he was yelling at me. He lifted the needle off my skin and started to circle around me.
“I stopped your Crimson Ceremonies” I said in a questioning tone. “Don’t you mean the police stopped your Crimson Ceremonies? They are the ones who found you and arrested you.”
“Oh no, they couldn’t have found me with without help from someone like you.” He stood behind me now. “You see Mr. Knight, we are the same.”
“What? How are we the same?”
“Do you remember any of your childhood?  No most likely you don’t.” He came around in front of me and he had a chair in his other hand and the syringe in the other still. He sand down in front of me.
“So why don’t you tell me what you do remember, Mr. Knight.”
I had to think about that for a minute. Come to think of it he was right I didn’t remember much of my own childhood. The earliest I could remember was when I was 12, I had just moved into a new house and neighborhood. I couldn’t remember where we lived before that, just that we couldn’t live there anymore. I don’t know why but I related this to Arthur, maybe I thought if I could talk to him and maybe calm him down or have him get to know me he wouldn’t stick me with that syringe.
“Hmm, maybe it’s repressed memory. Something happened to you before you were 12 that cause you to loose that part of your memory.” He looked now to be deep in thought.
“What are you some sort of shrink?” I asked.
“In a matter of fact I was, before my daughter was taken from me.” He shifted in his chair. “So you don’t remember at all what had happened?”
I shook my head no.
“Well let’s see if we can bring those memories back then. Now this may be hard for you, but I do remember you Mr. Knight.”
I looked up at him in disbelief. Now that could be true I may have meet him somewhere before. But I just couldn’t remember. My head started to ache again.
“No Mr. Knight not before you helped them to catch me. It was before you were 12. You see you and I lived together back then. You don’t remember but I do. We lived in an orphanage in a small coal mining town.”
As he said this an image flashed in my head. The pain it caused was terrible. It was of an older building about two stories tall. It was surrounded by a grass and some playground equipment.
“Is it coming back to you know Mr. Knight?” A smile came to his face. “I can see that it causes you pain to remember, just like it caused you pain before to try and remember who I was. That’s the thing about that place, it doesn’t let you go. You can move away, you can forget about it, and you can repress the memories so much that when you try and remember them it causes intense physical pain. But it will never forget about you. That town, where all sins are brought forth for you to see, where we were both born, Silent Hill.”
I looked up at him again, “Silent Hill?” I asked but just as I said it my head throbbed again. Another image flashed into my head, a rusted old street sign. It had once been painted green, some of the color shown through the rust, with white letters reading Silent Hill. I shook my head.
“Yes Mr. Knight. I do see that you are starting to remember. I was a couple of years older than you but I do remember you.”
“I was never in an orphanage.” I interrupted him. “You have me mistaken with someone else. I remember my parents. I was never there with you.”
“All you remember was moving to a new home when you were 12. That is when you left the orphanage. But that is not what matters. What matters is why you were in the orphanage in the first place.”
I gave him a questioning look.
“You see we were all there for a reason. The nine of us, we were the only orphans there. Now why do you think that is, Mr. Knight?”
“I have no idea, but I feel that you’re going to tell me.” I remarked sarcastically.
His faced changed now he had a disgusted look on his face. “You can discover this now for yourself Mr. Knight.” He brought up the syringe and put the needle right to my skin, and pushed in. I had had many shots before so I knew how it was going to feel.
It was a shock though. I could feel every movement of the needle in my skin. Like he was pushing it in slow motion, he pushed down the plunger on the syringe and that liquid slowly moved into my veins. It was thick and I could feel my blood trying to break it down and move it on through the rest of my body. It wasn’t too bad at first, and then I started to burn all over. I clinched my teeth in pain, my vision started to go fuzzy.
The last thing I saw before it all went black was Arthur standing up and walking around behind me. Through the window back into the little girls room I saw her, sitting on her bed holding her little stuffed lion starring at me.