Kamma Wild Cat
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The Alternate Alternative
Hey - I wasn't sure if you meant FF Fiction or what but this is Silent Hill. If you don't like it being here then feel free to get rid of it! :
*** The cold. The silence. The darkness **
His heart was pounding faster than he could ever have imagined. The night was pitch black, and with no lights to support his ahead view, all he could do was continue to run, with the hope in his heart that he wouldn't run into something. Or someone. Silent Hill wasn't really the last place you would want to run into someone.
Harry Mason glanced around frantically for as far as his view would allow, hoping to see a faint distant light for him to run towards. But again there was nothing. He was alone, and the cold darkness and deafening silence made him feel more isolated than he ever had in his entire life. But right here, right now was no time to worry about getting home safely. Now was the time to worry about staying alive long enough to be able to think about getting home in one peice. Home. To Cheryl and his wife Cybil. They had recently got married. Harry wasn't sure why at first, but he didn't used to like her. But he was alone and he had needed someone.
Harry came to a stop by what he could barely make out as an old rusty car. At least he thought it was rust. He didn't really want to think about what it could have been. No. His mind was already buried in a mass of confusion as it was. He didn't need unwanted mental images invading his thoughts aswell. It was then he saw a small light flicker out of the corner of his eye and heard the faint sounds of people talking. People? He then glanced behind him to realise that he was standing outside the Café. Where he first met Cybil. Where he was first attacked by those... monsters. He peered through the window. He wasn't going to barge in just incase the 'locals' weren't overly friendly with strangers.
Especially ones that are still alive.
"That's strange" said Harry to himself. Inside the Café was a small television up the left hand corner. It was switched on and sound was blaring out of its speakers, but noone was to be seen. There were no staff working behind the bar, no customers. Just the television. Harry shivered. What would a television be doing switched on if noone was around to switch it on? He didn't like the odds, but decided that going inside was his only remaining option. Well, he could stay out in the dark. Alone. In the quiet. No. He was going inside. Anything was better than this.
"Hello?". No reply came from anywhere in the building. In a way, Harry was glad. There was a light gently flickering in the corner of the room. The pinball machine at the end of the room was switched off. It was the same way the last time he was here. Then it hit him. Here was here 'again'. Why? He didn't remember coming here and he was damn sure that he wouldn't come here out of his own free will. He then knew. It was happening all over again. But how? He was alone. Right?
"What I am doing here?" asked Harry. Noone was around, and he didn't really expect an answer, but that didn't mean that he didn't want to know. If anything, he wanted to know more than ever. He closed his eyes. He wasn't tired, and usually he didn't randomly closed his eyes when he was scared. But none the less, he closed them. On opening them, he recieved a reminder as to why he never did that...
"What the...?" was all Harry could manage. He looked around him. For some reason he was now in the allyway. Where it had all started. His heart began beating faster once again and he began breathing heavily, and shakily. If there was ever a good time to be truly afraid it was now. He was standing at the gate, right by the mutilated animal. 'No....' he thought. 'Not again'. He knew what would happen if he continued to walk. It would happen again and he would be forced to relive the nightmare. He turned around to unlock the gate to run as far away as he could. But all he turned around to was a blood stained brick wall. There was no fence, it was like it had never been there.
Harry looked around him expecting himself to have been 'sent' to another location. But he was still in the allway. Next to a metal table. An autopsy table. The 'nightmare' was reliving itself, and the more Harry tried to stop it, the further on it went.
* * * *
"Cybil, is my Dad going to be alright?" asked a worried Cheryl, sitting next to her fathers hospital bed. She was sitting next to Cybil, who was holding Harry's hand. Cybil nodded.
"He's going to be fine". Cybil knew she shouldn't have lied, but it was her only option. Cybil couldn't help but relive what had happened....
Harry had only been married to Cybil a few months when Harry decided to take a drive up to his parents cabin to visit them. His father was old and Harry went up there to help look after his mother, who was in a wheel chair. He had taken Cheryl and Cybil with him. Cheryl loved seeing her Grandparents. She would always draw something in what was left of her sketch book.
However, they had decided to take a short cut to the cabin. They always took this route if the weather was bad or it was too late to take the highway. In this case, it was raining. Harry didn't like driving in the rain, so he was always extra careful and drove slower. He had kept his eyes on the road and both hands on the wheel. Which is why noone could understand why he was unable to stop when a slender girl, with long black hair stepped out infront of the car...
Now, Harry was in a coma, and had been for the past 48 hours. On the outside, he was lying in Brahms hospital, hooked up to a life support machine. But inside, in his mind, he was in Silent Hill, reliving the worst moments of his life. His nightmare.
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"I'm not doing this again, you hear me!?" Harry was sure that the street could hear him. Which is why he didn't care that he was shouting at the top of his lungs, with noone around to answer him. To be honest, all he wanted to do was run. But he knew that if he did, he would be further on in his own hell, and there would be nowhere to run. He closed his eyes for a split second. He remembered that closing his eyes was the reason behind all of this. But he was too late. He was now standing at the feet of a corpse which was hanging from a fence. It was then he heard the mumbling of the creatures. He ran. No exit. Only the creatures. Three of them. Just as he remembered it.
* * * * *
"There... Another jolt in his heart rate"
"What does that mean?" asked Cybil. The doctors expression dropped.
"I'm afraid we're losing him ma'am" came the doctors reply. "His body is in shock, and it's dying".
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"Why don't you just freakin' kill me, huh?" yelled Harry. The creatures were stabbing at him, but not so to kill him. He had given up fighting. He lay in the corner with wounds to his legs. He was a quivering mess. Nothing like the Harry he remembered. He used to be a regular guy with a regular life. Now, he was a nervous, and dying man.
They stabbed at him again. Only this time they were attempting to kill him. They stabbed him in the stomach, and again in his legs. He began coughing. He was finding it harder to breath. He could see the amount of blood he had lost, and wished that they would finish him off and let him rest. But this is what they wanted. To see him suffer. To see the only man who had ever 'defeated' Silent Hill and got out alive. Well it wasn't going to happen again.
* * * * *
"Oh my god! What is that?" screeched Cheryl, pointing to the enormous amounts of blood that were appearing from underneath Harry's bed sheets. Several doctors ran in and uncovered the sheets to see stab wounds all over him.
"What the hell...?" asked the doctor. They did their best to stop the bleeding, but stopped as they heard the faint bleep of Harrys life support become a high pitched drone. Cheryl ran over to the doctor.
"Help him!" she screamed. The doctor sat her down and explained that there was nothing they could do to save him. All Cheryl could do was cry into the doctors arms, not seeing Cybil quietly slip out of the room, wracked with guilt that she had sent him back one last time....
| HEAR THE SILENCE | SILENT HILL 2 |
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THE FEAR OF BLOOD TENDS TO CREATE FEAR FOR THE FLESH
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