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#1    BurnSide

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Posted 10 October 2004 - 06:05 AM

Howdy folks.

About 4 months ago Janiel asked me to explain in detail the evnts of a Videogame called 'Silent Hill'. And i did, adding brief chapters once or twice a week which got more and more indepth as i went along. By the time it was finished i was quite proud of my novelisation of the videogame. But i was unsatisfied. So, i've gone back to the beginning and now instead of writing the story in brief, i'm actually writing the full length novel of Silent Hill in hopes that Konami, the creators of the game, may grant me the use of the name and publishing rights. I've decided to start posting the story here for anyone interested, it makes it easier for me to keep track of it as well instead of going through the 'Silent Hill' forum.


Authors Notes:
This is an incomplete work. Hell the first chapter isn't fully complete yet. However i've fully written the story once and this is the second time over. BUT it shall not be the last time. All mistakes made will be corrected in the final draft, as well as new bits added. Commentary on the story is very welcome and critism is also welcome, anything to make the story a little better. My timeline is subject to change, and various new events have been added into my story that were not in the videogame to make for a better story. Some names of places and people have also been changed from the original game. Lastly, please remember that this is not all entirely my work, but based on the story by Konami Corp. Japan.

Silent Hill is a registered trademark of the Konami Corporation Japan.



One last note:
This is a HORROR story and does contain disturbing and graphic descriptions.

Edited by BurnSide, 10 October 2004 - 06:45 AM.


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Posted 10 October 2004 - 06:11 AM

SILENT HILL:
Characters


Before Going on i'd like to introduce some of the characters for easy referance.

HARRY MASON
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Harry is a thirty-two year old story writer who planned a late vaction to Silent Hill with his daughter Cheryl. Seeing that Harry's wife died, Cheryl is his only ray of sun shine left on this world but you can image how he feels that after their car accident that she is missing. It is now up to Harry to find his lost daughter and at the same time maybe uravil the mysterys of this foggy little town.

CHERYL MASON
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Cheryl is a seven year old girl who is heading to Silent Hill with her father, Harry Mason, for a late vacation. Losing her mother at a very young age Harry became her only family. After the family jeep crashes Cheryl is seen running away from her father into the fog but what possessed her to run from the only man she has learned to love? Soon an untold story will be lifted.

CYBIL BENNET
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Cybil is a twenty-two year old police officer from Brams, a near by town of Silent Hill. She is told to investigate Silent Hill but when she arrives she finds nothing but fog and silence until she meet our main character Harry Mason. Together they must find what is happening to this quite vacation town.

LISA GARLAND
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One of the final people that seems unaffected by what's happening to the town. She is the only one to comfort Harry as he slips from the "Alternate world" to the "Real world". But could it be that she is nothing but a figment of Harry's imagination and will he be able to protect and save her from all that is happening to Silent Hill or is she to become a victim like the others?

DAHLIA GILLESPIE
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A strange old prophet and long time resident of Silent Hill. She speaks of an untold evil only known as Samael. She knows more but tell Harry she will not. Also Alessa's mother who started the huge fire that ran through Silent Hill years before but why? There is more than meets the eye with this old woman.

MICHAEL KAUFMANN
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Dr. Kaufmann is one of the few survivors of Silent Hill and he's armed with a loaded handgun and he sure knows how to use it. He is also carrying a brief case with him but the contents are unknown. The good Doctor also seems to have his own agenda and he knows more then he is willing to give out. You'll also notice right away his cocky attitude towards Harry, almost every single time they meet up.

ALESSA GILLESPIE
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A poor and tortured soul that was almost killed by her own mother when she on purpose set the family house on fire with Alessa inside. Some how she survives the horrible fire but she is badly burnt. She is also believed to be the mother of Samuel but no one really knows who she is besides a survivors of this town.


(All character images and descriptions taken with permission from Central Silent Hill. Visit the website HERE)

Edited by BurnSide, 10 October 2004 - 06:16 AM.


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Posted 10 October 2004 - 06:12 AM

oy lol gotta get some sleep no more scary stuff tongue.gif ill read it tomorrow burns grin2.gif

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Posted 10 October 2004 - 06:12 AM

go BS!!!!!! grin2.gif i loved your first version, and on with the novel original.gif

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Posted 10 October 2004 - 06:17 AM

SILENT HILL
Chapter One (Complete! 10th Oct '04)
Last Edit at 11:15am Oct 12th '04, Number of Edits: 6)



Harry Mason was dead tired. He had been driving non-stop for at least 5 hours now, and it had gotten very late, the bright blue sky had long since given out to the cold darkness of the night. He flashed a look away from the road to the the clock, which read 10:52pm. It was a hell of a drive from Sewell to Silent Hill, he really would have preferred to leave the following morning but his damn work schedule conflicted with their vacation plans; it was either tonight or never. The streetlamps flashed by the mountain road and blurred together in the darkness as Harry struggled to keep his focus on the Jeep and the road ahead. The road was perched alongside one of the mountains bordering the quiet resort town and it's large lake, and if he lost control of the Jeep it was one hell of a tumble down the side of the mountain into the think expanse of trees below. On the otherside of his red and white Jeep the wall of the cliff loomed up high above him into the pitch blackness of the night.
Harry sneaked a quick glance at his daughter. Cheryl was fast asleep, hugging her sketchbook to her little blue dress. Her short dark hair fell over her eyes and Harry reached over to brush it away from her face. It was Cheryl who had pretty much insisted on going that night. That way she explained that she would be able to wake up in their motel tomorrow and get as much time from their vacation as possible, instead of spending half a vacation day travelling. Harry agreed. His daughter was one smart cookie and even though she was only seven (seven and a half, as she always reminded him) she seemed to make most of the decisions for the both of them. Well, he thought to himself, that's women for you.
He stifled a little smile and returned his focus to the road ahead, slowly becoming mesmerized once more by the white lines droning slowly beneath his Jeep infront on the road and the quiet rumble of the engine. The sheer darkness of the drop down the mountain beside him made him a little nervous so he kept a close eye on the road as the Jeep rumbled on towards Silent Hill. It would be quite a view during the day, he thought.
Harry noticed a light in his rear view mirror. He realised it was a headbeam from a motorcycle, and felt something of relief. It had been about 45 minutes since he'd seen any traffic on the road, which was pretty much the only way in or out of Silent Hill on the north side of Toluca Lake. Friday night, 11pm, no traffic at all coming from or going too the busy resort town. A little eerie, if that was the right word for it. Cheryl mumbled something in her sleep and shifted a little. He smiled and turned his head to nod at the passing motorcyclist. It was a cop, he realised. A female police officer wearing leather biking clothes and a white police helmet on one of those wide police bikes. She nodded back to him as she passed on his left and then in a few second had turned the bend and the tail light was out of sight.
Harry took another glace at the clock. 11:13pm. Shouldn't be too far now, another 15 minutes or so. He contemplated waking Cheryl; she had told him she wanted to see Silent Hill when they arrived, but there really wasn't much to see at the moment so he let her sleep abit more. He would wake her when they arrived. One of her feet were tucked up beneath her on the seat, he hated it when she put her sandals on the seat. Then he noticed she had kicked it off. Such a good girl, he thought, and not for the first time. Harry returned his gaze to the road, and spied a light in the distance. More traffic, he guessed. The Jeep droned on and he noticed the light source seemed to be parked beside the cliff on the road. But as he passed the light he discovered it wasn't more traffic, it was the same police bike that had passed him about 10 or 15 minutes before. Odd, the lights were still on, but it was almost casually discarded against the cliffwall, no sign of the police officer. Maybe he should stop? Yeah he would stop. He turned his head back to the road and started to ease down and pull over.
Without warning a figure appeared infront of him. A young woman clad in a dark blue dress and a red necktie was all Harry had time to register before he was frantically spinning the wheel. She shrieked and raised her arms to shield her face as the Jeep skidded towards her. Where had she come from!? Harry floored the brake and spun the Jeep to the side. The Jeep spun on the road, throwing him against the driver seat door, bashing his head hard. Stars swam infront of his eyes but he shook them away as the Jeep thudded against something. Suddenly it tipped onto it's side, rolled onto it's hood, and that was the last thing Harry was aware of before the Jeep literally bounced off the road and off the cliff into the darkness below.

Harry reached up, touched his head. His hand came away sticky and wet. Blood. His mind swam with random thoughts and feelings. He struggled to go over the events that had lead his Jeep to be lying at the bottom of the cliff amidst a bunch of smashed trees just by a road. Bike on the road, cop nowhere to be seen, woman in blue stepped out infront of the Jeep, Jeep went over, hit my head, hard. He opened his eyes and was suprised to be greeted by a brilliant white daylight instead of the suffocating darkness of the night he remembered from only moments before. How long had he been out for? Surely not all night. He looked down and saw he was still strapped into the driver seat at least, white light poured in the windows. Cheryl! He wiped his aching head around to the passenger seat; it was empty. No Cheryl, no sketchbook, the door was wide open. And Cheryls white sandal was still on the floor of the Jeep. Had she gone off to get help? Harry quickly unbuckled his seat beat and against the resistance of his pounding headache, shoved the door open and hopped out.
Harry walked a few feet, then turned around to inspect the wreckage. He was shocked to still be alive! The Jeep was a complete write-off. It looked like a couple of giants had played soccer with it like children do with Cola Cans. The front, sides, roof were all crushed and mangled. The tumble down the cliff had evidently been rough. He hoped Cheryl was okay, where ever she had gotten to. He looked around quickly for her, not moving. What if she came back but he had left to go look for her, he thought. It was really foggy too, he could barely see 10 feet infront of him. Nothing but white mist in all directions, the daylight barely piercing the mist. He knew that Toluca Lake gave off an eerie mist, but never seen the town so devoured by it before. He looked up the cliff where the Jeep had plummeted from. His path was evident from the trail of broken trees and bits of the Jeep strewn everywhere. Maybe she was still up there, hurt on the cliff having been thrown out of the door during the fall? The Jeep had crashed through a small wooden fence and sat half on the road half in the bushes through the fence.
Footsteps. Behind him on the road. Harry spun around and squinted through the fog. He couldn't see anything, but he had definitely heard footsteps. Maybe it was Cheryl trying to find her way through the fog. The road he was on lead to Silent Hill anyway, maybe a 10 minute walk down the road. He started jogging towards the footsteps, which seemed to have stopped for the moment. Harry was suddenly glad he was wearing his brown leather bomber jacket, the air was suprisingly cold for August. Must be the reason for the mist. He jogged down the road, ignoring the pain in his head, wiping his bloody hand on his jeans. 'Cheryl!' he called out. No answer. Come to think of it, wasn't it this very road seven years ago that he and his wife had found the little baby? Huddled in a blanket in the gutter, he remembered..

Harry had met Susan, his wife, only two summers before the day they found Cheryl. They had met in Silent Hill in a small little coffee shop after she had waved him over, seeing as they were both sitting alone. She had lived there, but he was on a business trip; he was a writer and his publisher was located in Silent Hill. Harry was immediately attracted to her dark slim features, the way she smiled and flicked her hair whenever he complimented something about her. They had hit it off almost right away and the following summer, after many trips back and forth to Silent Hill, they had gotten married and settled down in Harrys hometown of Sewell. It was the perfect marriage and the following summer they returned to Silent Hill to visit Susans parents whom had also taken a liking to Harry. On the way home they parked along the exit road of Silent Hill to stop in the nearby graveyard and pay respects to Susans grandparents. There they talked for an eternity in the silence of the cemetery before returning to the Jeep. But something was different. In the gutter was a little bundle of cloth and a tiny newborn baby. They had decided to raise the child as their own and told her at a young age that she was adopted. The three of them continued the tradition of visiting Silent Hill every August for a few days but three years ago Susan had became very sick and passed away. Cheryl was more mature about it than Harry was, from time to time she would still cuddle him when she found him sobbing silently in the bedroom he had once shared with his wife. The trips to Silent Hill had continued after, just the two of them, and although Cheryl had enjoyed the trips and loved seeing her grandparents it was the most painful thing harry had to do. He would leave Cheryl with Susans parents for a day and go off on his own to all the places he and Susan used to go together. The coffee house where they first met, Lakeside Amusement Park where they snuck away and shared a passionate night beside the misty lake, and of course the graveyard where he and Susan had talked forever that day when they had found Cheryl. Susan now lay forever at peace in that graveyard and Harry had shed there what must have been a million tears for his lost love.

He found himself staring at that same graveyard now. It was located just a few steps down the street from where his crashed vehicle lay. It was the sound of more light footsteps that brought him back to the reality of the situation. Cheryl was out there alone somewhere and he needed to find her. If only it wasn't so damn foggy! 'Cheryl!' he called, starting into a jog again through the mist. He followed the sound of the footsteps and finally saw the first buildings forming out of the white haze. Well, at least the crash hadn't been to far from Silent Hill, he should be able to get some help from some of the locals and find Cheryl in no time. She was a smart girl, she would probably be doing the same thing, looking for help. Harry wasn't worried, Silent Hill was a very safe town.

It wasn't long before Harry started to noticed the first real signs that something wasn't quite right about Silent Hill. The silence of the town was complete, deafening even. Not a single car roared in the distance, no birds chirped in the streets, even the wind was completely still, the leaves sat on the trees like they were frozen in time. And where was everyone exactly? It was Saturday morning in the peek holiday season in a busy resort town. It was then that it dawned on Harry that he had been in that Jeep all night on the side of the only north entrance and exit of the town and not one person had passed and helped him. Harry walked up to the first building on the edge of the town, a store called 'Jacobs Convenience' where he had stopped on their last trip to Silent Hill to grab snacks for the trip home. It was an old building, probably at least 70 years old, with crumbling stone walls. The door swung inward with a jingle of bells as he rapped on it with his knuckles. 'Hello?' he called, but to no avail. It was clear there was no one in the store. Rows of chips and candy bars, no sign of anything out of order. But no clerk. Harry closed the door behind him. Sweat started to form on his brow despite the cold stillness of the misty air. What the hell was going on? It had to be somekind of big event over at the lake, of course. All the towns residents were down at the lake. Or maybe they were all staying inside, avoiding the eerie mist and cold air. It was then he noticed a small figure standing by a white picket fence on the otherside of the road. The mist was so thick he barely even noticed. 'Cheryl!' he called out, and started across the street. It was definitely Cheryl, he saw her clearer as he got near. Black short cropped hair, little blue denim dress, kneehigh white socks and white sandals. He was so happy to see her it didn't even register that she was wearing both sandals, but one had been left back in the Jeep. She had his back turned to him as he approached. 'Cheryl, are you okay?' Harry asked his daughter, but strangely she didn't respond, didn't even look back at him. Instead she took off running down the street, her sandals slapping the concrete.

Harry was stunned. He was all she had, what would posess Cheryl to run away from him like that? Harry gave chase but the little girl was fast. Cheryl had always been a pretty fast runner, sometimes when she was growing up they would race and Harry would pretend to not be as fast as her but as she got older he really did have to try to keep up! He could still make out the little figure ahead of him in the fog as he chased behind her. Why on earth was she running from him? Maybe she was disoriented from the crash still. Yes that had to be it. Ahead of him Cheryl left the road and ran down a small alley between two buildings. Harry paused at the opening to the alley. It was pretty small. He'd never been down there before but was pretty sure it was a dead end. It was one of those little alleys behind the houses where the garbage pickup was every tuesday. He jogged down the alley, hopping over a pile of trash in the middle of the path. It was omious and silent and Harry couldn't shake the nagging feeling that something was very, very wrong with the town. Still no sign of a single other human or any life at all. It was nagging at his brain, telling him to get the hell out of Silent Hill. Maybe there was somekind of contamination in the area and everyone was indoors, sick and dying from the plague? Maybe they had all evacuated the area because of some natural disaster? He bit his tongue and ran a little faster, then heard the sound of a rust gate swing open and slam closed with a grinding of metal only a few feet ahead of him in the fog. A couple seconds later he came to the gate itself. It had a large 'BEWARE OF THE DOG' sign on it Harry noticed as he pushed it open. There was no where else for Cheryl to go, she must have gone down this way.
Harry closed the black rusty gate behind him, looked down and let his jaw drop in absolute horror. Looks like he didn't have to beware of the dog anymore. The dog looked like it had swallowed a bomb and had exploded from the inside out. Blood and organs and bone fragments stained the concrete ground and wall it was tethered to, it's leash still attached to some unrecognizable lump of red flesh. Harry fought the urge to throw up all over himself and inspected the remains of the corpse a little closer. It stank like it had been dead for a day at least. Cheryl had come this way? He suddenly felt the urge to find her even stronger and side stepped the dead animal. It certainly wasn't what he had expected to see in this place at all, but the cause of it would have to wait until he found Cheryl. That little voice in his head screamed at him to turn around, but he had to find his daughter.

The new path around the back of the houses Harry followed was very narrow. The walls on either side of him were a dark sooty grey stone that stretched up into the mist above, he couldn't see how far. He was walking now down the winding, twisting path, his footsteps echoing on the cold concrete. Something about the path didn't seem right. Was it supposed to go this far? He had a feeling he'd be emerging from the otherside of the houses any second. The path took another turn and the path became even smaller, cluttered with rust coloured pipes and the like. Harry shivered and stuck his hands in his pockets. It was really cold! If he didn't find Cheryl soon she would surely catch her death of cold. 'Cheryl?' he whispered into the alley, but not a sound replied to him. Rounding yet another corner he came to a high steel gate crowned with barbed wire. It was unlocked and he stepped through, pushing the gate open and whincing at the high pitched squeal of resistance it gave him, and gently closed it behind him. Then he froze and looked up at the sky. It started to rain, little spits of rain fell onto his face from the white haze of mist above him. He watched the sky, amazed because just like that the mist seemed to be disappearing. The white of the mist slowly faded as he watched, until there was no mist at all, but he did not see a clear blue sky as he expected. Instead he was greeted by a thick blackness, so dark he could see even less than he could through the mist. In a matter of seconds the mist had faded to nothing and the daylight had changed to midnight. How could that be? He waved a hand infront of his face, couldn't even see it through the complete suffocating darkness. It was so cold now the air seemed to bite at him, it was painful. Harry had to admit it, he was afraid. He couldn't see anything, couldn't hear anything, the only assurance that he was still awake was the feeling of the rain on his head and the sounds of it lightly patting across the concrete path. He held out his hands and felt the cold stone wall on his left, and decided to press on. poor Cheryl! He was afraid for himself, but the thought of Cheryl out there in the darkness shivering in the rain terrorized him. Then he remembered, he had the matches! Just before they left the Sewell to journey to Silent Hill, Harry had brought Susans father a cigar and a pack of waterproof matches. That man loved his cigars. Quickly Harry reached into his pocket and pulled out the small box of matches. They wouldn't be much use but they were long-life and windproof, they would at least give him some relief to the darkness and maybe a little warmth too. He struck one against the wall, satisfied with the tiny light the match gave off. It illuminated the wall on eitherside of him and a little of the ground in a creepy orange glow. Harry pressed on down the path feeling a little bolder.

Harry hadn't gone far before he heard a sort of spinning rusty wheel sound up ahead of him. The match went out and quickly he lit a new one, feeling a little more comfortable in the unnatural darkness with the light. The sound got louder and he saw that the source of the noise was in the corner of the next turn. He slowly crept up to the object strewn against the wall. It was a wheelchair. A rusted red wheelchair that sat on one of it's sides, the other wheel up in the air and turning slightly creating the squeaky rusty sound. Harry reached out and stopped the wheel from turning, then just started at it. He really couldn't think of a creepier thing to have in a long winding alley through darkness. What was it doing here? The match went out and Harry ran a hand through his short matted hair. It was wet from the rain which still fell gently to the ground through the darkness. Harry lit another match, turning his back against the strange sight, trying and failing miserably to make sense of it. He continued down the alley, his brown leather boots splashing in the puddles forming along the path. This was all crazy, completely crazy, he thought to himself. Insane. It was like the crash had knocked him into some nightmare world where anything was possible.
Nothing had prepared him for what he would see around the next corner.

A hospital bed lay to one side of the path, Harry saw with his matches. One of those metal beds that came up to his waist with wheels on the bottom and velcro restraints. As he got closer he saw a second hospital bed along the path. The first one had a nasty red stain right in the middle of it and when Harry moved a little closer to the second bed he saw that there was a sheet covering something on the bed. Then he noticed the smell. It was awful. It reminded him of one summer when he was 12, he had fallen off his bike and landed a foot away from a skunk that had been hit by a car and left to bake in the hot sun for a few days. The smell made his eyes water and made him spit up all of his lunch, it was a mixture of rott, old eggs, skunk spray and sour milk. It was the same smell that came of that hospital bed, from under the sheet that was covering something lying there. He almost had no doubts what was under that sheet without seeing the blood on the sheet outlining a telltale humanoid figure. If that was a body under that sheet on that table, as he suspected, it must have been skinned alive to cause that much blood. Harry had no intention of finding out. His mind was numb. There he was, in a neverending alley he'd been following for at least 15 minutes, soaked wet with rain, plunged into absolute suffocating darkness, with two hospital beds one sporting a bloody corpse covered with a sheet. Well, he thought. Certainly has been a great vacation so far. Then the match went out and the darkness moved in to surround him. 'Sh*t' he hissed and fetched a new one quickly from his box of matches. His cold hands fumbled with the box as he rushed to get it open and get some light again. Being left in the darkness with this stinking corpse was not a wonderful thought. In his panic he dropped the matches on the ground, heard them all clatter on the wet path. Silently cursing his clumsy stupidity, his breathing rapid, he crouched and scooped up a handful, striking them against the wall. After 3 or 4 attempts one lit. Quickly he swung the match over to the hospital beds.
The corpse on the bed, was gone.
Harry didn't know what to do. He stood still and started at the empty hospital bed. The blood stained sheet was flung aside on the ground and Harry could see blood on the bed in the shape of a person. So much blood! What happened to the body? Did it get up in his confusion? Did someone pull it away when Harry was occupied with the matches? Harry had never been more scared in his life. He was not partial to bodies stashed in alleyways that got up and went for a walkabout by themselves. He felt on the verge of a breakdown, simply staring wide-eyed at the empty bed. This can't be happening. Then his thoughts turned to Cheryl. She was in this alley and damned if he was going to turn back now. That did it. Cauiously he took a step forward, and another, until he was clear of the beds and continuing down the alley, needless to say alot slower than he was. Now he had two people to find, he realised. That man might be stumbling around in the darkness, hurt. Maybe he could offer some assistance. That was the rational side of his mind working which thought tirelessly against the irrational thoughts telling him that there was a dead skinless man in the darkness, possibly watching him.

Slowly he crept along the path, the rain still beating down. It was the only noise Harry could hear in the endless darkness. With one hand he held out another match, all too aware that he had only one or two left after this one. The other hand he used to guide himself along the stone wall. It felt sticky and slimy against his hand and he shuddered involuntarily at the thought that maybe the stickiness wasn't rainwater as he originally suspected.
Then Harry was at another gate. This one was a little open. Had the injured man from the hospital bed come this way? He illuminated the gate with the dying match and saw a patch of wet red goo on the handle. Then he pushed it open. The match went out again and quickly he lit another, and put his hand against the wall again. There was a sharp stabbing pain in his hand suddenly and he pulled it away, putting the match up against the wall. Harry let out a small gasp. The wall was gone! In it's stead was a wire mesh fence of some sort, rusted brown in colour and covered with barbed wire. What would this be doing here? And what was on the otherside of the fence? Try as he might Harry only saw more darkness stretching out beyond the fence. He took a step and was aware that his footsteps no longer made a knocking sound but more of a clang, like stepping on metal grating. Harry had enough suprises for the rest of his life. Somehow this little trip down the alley to find his daughter had pretty much put him at the gate of hell! Reluctantly Harry pushed on, around another corner dimly aware of the rusted iron fences on either side of him, careful not to get to close to the barbed wire. He felt like he was being watched by hundreds of little eyes, the darkness beyond the fence was frightening, he felt very vunerable.
Harry was suddenly aware of a noise in the distance. It slowly got louder and louder, like it was coming closer. A shrill whining noise like a cat howl. He realised at it got louder that it was the unmistakable sound of world war two air-raid sirens rising and falling somewhere in the night. Why were they sounding in the distance?
Suddenly his boot connected with something squishy which rolled away from him a little. He swung the match over to see what it was, and jumped back in disgust. An unidentifiable piece of meat was on the floor, a rotting piece of flesh that he couldn't tell from whom or what it had come from. It gave off a foul odor of being there for longer than he would have liked, rainwater dribbled off it in red pools that dripped through the grating below him. Still, it would not stop his fierce determination to find Cheryl. She had come down here, he knew it. Rounding another corner he suddenly found himself in a clearing. The sirens grew louder and louder and Harry had to wonder if they were only in his tortured aching mind. They seemed to be coming from just beyond the fences in the darkness. The path ahead of him opened up into sort of a semi-circle. At last, he thought. This must be the gate out!

The match burned right down to his fingers and he suddenly felt the flame burning at his skin. 'Ah!' he dropped the match and reaching into his pocket he pulled out the last one. He bent over and struck it against the grid-iron gratings he was standing on, vaguely aware that below him seemed to be more of the darkness like he was very high above something. He noticed another lump of flesh too, and quickly stood up to illuminate the fence infront of him at the end of the clearing. He had hoped for a gate.
What he got was an eyeless fleshy mass if skull staring at him in the face. It's mouth formed in sort of a disgusting grin as the lips had been cut away exposing teeth stained red with it's own blood.
Harry took a step back in wide eyed horror. It was grotesque. It was definitely a human corpse, althougth that's where the similarities between the thing and it ended. Harry stared at the decomposing figure wide-eyed, the flame in his hand making small beams of light dance over it's red face giving the impression that it was talking to him. The skin was missing from the body leaving nothing but the muscle and flesh underneath exposed. What was this!? It looked like the figure had been cruxified onto the fence and then skinned alive, bits of flesh torn away from the body mid section of the corpse like it had been eaten away. Bits of goo dripped from the body to the grating. Was this the figure from the hospital bed? How had he gotten here? Harry saw the outstretched arms were nailed to wooden slabs on either side of it.

There was a small noise behind him he only just heard over the shrieking air raid sirens. It was like the laughter of a small child after playing a game of hide and seek. Harry spun around, feeling uncomfortable enough at having the dead figure staring at his back but desperately searching for the source of the noise. He held out the match in one shaky hand as far as he dared without moving, his breathing was so laboured he was forced to hold his breath to listen, but all that did was make him horribly aware of his racing heartbeat.
Another laugh. It sounded demonic, evil somehow. Then, illuminated by the match, he saw a small figure dart across the clearing from the way he had come in. About the size of Cheryl, and seemingly clad in white.
'C-Cheryl, is that you?' Harry whispered, but his reply was swallowed by the darkness. More demonic child laugher coming from the small figure in reply. As it slowly stumbled nearer Harry saw it wasn't clad in white, it's skin was white! It was a small naked child with white skin and a face that looked like it had been smudged in a photograph. He couldn't see any eyes or distinguishable mouth. What the hell? Harry saw a glint of light in the creatures hand, a dagger. Oh hell, there was more of them! He counted three before the match went out, plunging Harry into total darkness with the tiny hellish creatures.
He didn't know what to do. He started breathing fast, sweat pouring off his brow. Panicked, he backed up, felt the flesh of the cruxified corpse sticky against the back of his neck. Then there was a sound like flesh ripping away from bone, and Harry felt sticky fleshy arms around his waist, and realised the corpse had somehow come alive and grabbed him! Harry struggled against the decomposing meaty arms and heard more demonic laughter in the darkness, a sort of chuckle of delight coming nearer and nearer. Harry felt a sharp jab of pain go through his stomach and he screamed in agony. He had been stabbed! The pain was joined by another in his thigh, and another, it was unbearable. And he couldn't move, couldn't breathe.. couldn't see or hear.. nothing but pain but that was gently slipping away from him along with the rest of the nightmare.
He was going to wake up, he thought. The nightmare was over. He'd wake up in his bed and it will all have been just a bad dream.
The air raid sirens died down to nothing in the distance.
The rain stopped and the darkness became complete. Devouring him.
His last thought was of Cheryl.
And then there was nothing.





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Posted 10 October 2004 - 06:55 AM

Ok...that is very scary! Good story so far Burnside!

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Posted 10 October 2004 - 07:13 AM

Thanks Dot.
I've thrown a few things in there of my own, mainly the body on the hospital gurney getting up, i think that was pretty freaky. The flashback scene is all mine too, the rest is pretty much right out of the game.

I just made a few edits, i added the air-raid sirens in the background Harry sees before he realises the world around him has shifted. Edited a few spelling and grammar errors and added an extra line of detail here and there.


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Posted 10 October 2004 - 07:23 AM

This is very cool indeed, can't wait to read the next installment. thumbsup.gif

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Posted 10 October 2004 - 03:06 PM

Can't wait to finish writing it!



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Posted 10 October 2004 - 05:26 PM

It is very very good Burns.

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Posted 11 October 2004 - 04:08 PM

Thanks KCET.

I'm still editing the first here and there, will be starting on the second Chapter very shortly now.


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Posted 11 October 2004 - 04:17 PM

I feel the flashbacks are a very good addon. It really draws you in and even if you have played the game and seen these things this story draws you into it deeper than the game personally.

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Posted 11 October 2004 - 04:30 PM

Curse my low attention span disgust.gif i keep trying to read it, but i trail away.....
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Posted 11 October 2004 - 04:46 PM

My atention span is low too but this story just draws me in.

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Posted 11 October 2004 - 06:21 PM

No worries Jan, if you're not interested it's cool. thumbsup.gif I realise it does start out slow.

Thanks for your input KCET. I agree that the flashback scenes are almost a nessesary in a novel like this generally to make the reader get more comfortable with Harry was a person instead as a 2D videogame sprite. Plus i thought it was nessesary to note early in the story that Cheryl was not his biological daughter but found along the road of Silent Hill, which is of course very important later in the story.

Also little extra things like the matches going out and the body dissapearing pull you in better and let your imagination run wild. original.gif

Chapter 2 i have started. I've scrpted the dialogue and am now adding additional descriptions and events into what happens. It will be from Harry waking up in the diner to checking out the ally again and finding the notebook.





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