Authors notes: Hello everyone, this is to be my first official Silent Hill fanfic. I have a lot of emotions revolving around the main topic of this story so if figure with my knowledge of horror films, games and books I think I've got one for the record books brewing here, I know the SH games pretty well, so stand by to be disturbed and freaked out. Some things in this story, will be based off myself and my experiences some is original, and like I said before some of this stuff will screw with your head. DISCLAIMER: I don't own SILENT HILL, but the characters in this story are mine. Accept for a few characters who might show up in latter chapters. And also certain movies actors and bussinesses may be mentioned none of which I own so, just please don't sue me. Enjoy and please review. PS. I wasn't originally going to release this story today, but alien vs predator comes out today so, here is a sample of true horror. My gift to all of you. Merry Christmas.
In C.S. Lewis' "THE FOUR LOVES" The emotion of Love is separated into four catagories. Four feelings all of which coincide with the ideal of Love. These four Loves are: AFFECTION, FRIENDSHIP, EROS, and CHARITY.
All I can do was sneer at the gas gage behind the steering wheel. It is almost touching the E. "Damn it!" I scream out loud. It dosen't matter though, there's no one around to hear it, no one but the trees crowded at the edge of the road as far as the eye can see. All of them no doubt joking among themselves and placeing bets on when my car is going to choke out and coast to a stop, and boy will they get a laugh if that happens going up a hill, especially if my brakes go out (which they just might at this point). I'd been driving over and through forest covered mountains since northern Virginia, and now here I am speeding down the road, sliding up and down over mountin after mountain. My ears pop going up then pop again going back down. Up and Down...Up and Down. If my ears poping dosn't drive me insane, the gas prices will! "Damn it, I knew I should have filled up at the last damn town!" I scold myself. Not that it does any good to me now. The last gas station I passed was about an two hours back they way I came. I haven't even been in Pennsyilvania for half an hour and I've still hours to go until I reach Freeland...and my family...the family I haven't seen in well over six months.
It's December 21, the big day is only four days away and I'm looking forward to it as much as they all are. I glance at my wrist watch and can't help but moan with frustration when I see that I am way behind schedual. Six o'clock PM! I shouldn't have stopped for lunch so long! But no point in beating myself up over it now. Damn it this road trip isn't going well at all, I don't even bother to anticipate what could go wrong next because the muffler on this rented piece of shit isn't worth a damn; the engine of the Yellow Delta 83 I'm driving is roaring so loud I can barely hear myself think. I should have bought a plane ticket like my Dad suggested. Come to think of it, it would have been cheaper than renting a car to drive over mountains and state borders in holiday traffic, to just go through the painfully complex process of finding the flight, call people up, paying the price and getting there within a few hours. But when I saw that add in the papper a month ago, I just couldn't resist; It was a chance to drive a Yellow Delta 83, the car driven by the Rambo of Horror films, Bruce Cambell, in the "Evil Dead" movies. Too bad I forgot certain scenes in all three films in which the hero of the story remarks on what a piece of junk his car is. But for a movie goer like me, at times like this, those scenes go strait out the back of my skull leaving my brain with only the majestic image of a man with a chainsaw for an arm and a sawn-off double barrel shotgun with is car waiting paiently behind him. And now I'm alone in a run down car on a deserted road leading through a maze of forest with still miles to go and of course I forgot my recharger so even if there was any civilization in site my cell phone would still be dead. The sun is begining to set and the barren road ahead of me gets darker and darker, I quickly flip the switch below the steering wheel and the with a flash the road becomes a little brighter; Yes, the head lights work. I take this as a sign that my lucks changing. Now all I need is a smiliar sign for my love life...No! I can't think about that right now. I'm about to spend some time with my family...a family that loves me...with people who care...people who would never abandon me.
I flip out the road map from the passenger seat and scan it for the nearest town, zoning back and forth from the road to the map; back and forth again and again like the poping of my ears. I find the highway I'm on then estimate how long it's been since the last town. Freeland is still a long way off, "Great," I sigh. I look again, then I notice a small town. Judging by it's place on the map and the distance between it and the last town I passed It can't be more than fiffteen minutes away. Maybe I can at least hunker down somewhere for the night if I can't get some gasoline, maybe make a call from a pay phone so they won't worry. I'll spend Christmas with my family yet! I ease off the gas pedal slightly, just to keep it at the speed limit the last thing I need right now is some board Christmas Cop pegging me with a money leeching Christmas present. But the road is empty for as far as I can see in the failing light. Well at least the road isn't covered with ice. To think that I was cursing the fact that there wasn't snow on the ground earlier. There had always been snow at my grand parents house in Freeland. Every Christmas with them I could always look forward to a white one. I've always loved cold weather. Heat was always a torment to me; the sunburn, the sweat, the dehydration. Cold weather was always easy for me to adapt to, it always had a soothing effect on me. I check the map one more time to make sure I'm on the right road, I am. The light was dim so I couldn't quit make out the name of the town. I just keep my eyes on the road.
I suddenly I have the feeling I'm waiting to see something; some kind of foreboading instinct in the pit of my stomach. It's probably because I'm hungry, I haven't eaten since noon. I keep my eyes on the road anyway, besides with my luck some poor depressed deer is going to try to end it all, thus costing me even more money and giving the liberals one more good reason to complain (as if they don't have enough of that already, not that they need reasons to complain). A few minutes roll past beneth the wheels of the Delta 83. I pass a small building off to the side of the road there's a car parked out side of it, the drivers door hanging wide open; the car looks like its been sitting there for years. Not even thrity seconds latter I come to a tunnel, outside the tunnel is a large sighn reading WELCOME TO SILENT HILL.
"Silent Hill," I read outloud as I enter the pitch dark tunnel, my headlights illuminating the path. 'Sounds peaceful,' I think to myself. I continue through the tunnel, my car's headlights the only sighn of life in the barren tube of concrete. I can't even see the exit yet, Damn, it gets dark quickly this time a year, when I entered the tunnel I could still see some of the surroundings, all forest but at least I knew what was there. I turn my high beams on and grip the steering wheel unintentionally hard, its that feeling again. I know something is going to happen and soon. I don't know what it is or why its about to happen but I know it's gonna happen and it's gonna happen really fuckin quick. My eyes are locked in front of me trained on the empty asphalt infront of me. I'm begining to make out the exit to the tunnel up ahead the confined spaces of the stone vortex emptying out into...darkness pure darkness. A small town, I figured there might not be any street ligts but even as I roll closer and closer, my headlights don't seem to even be touching the exit; like shining a light into a black hole in space, the darkness just swallows it up. I press down on the steering wheel now maxing the Delta 83 out, part of my mind is screaming to get it over with and demands speed, the other part warns me to keep my eyes on the road like a tour guide warning a tourist when the next photo op is near. Between the waiting darkness and the blinding light carrying me closer and closer to it I can't help but blink, despite my minds cry of protest. I'm only seconds away from the exit and I blink once more my eyes take instants to phocus back on the road and immideitly notice something has suddenly appeared...in the middle of the tunnel exit...in the middle of the road! Something about my size, something made of flesh...chocolate brown flesh. ITS A WOMAN! A naked woman standing in the mindle of the road with face to the ground and her arms stretched out like wings. My eyes instantly widen and my pupils instantly constrict. I'm traveling above sixty miles an hour and the front bumber of my car is only seconds away from the woman. "FUCK!" I shriek in horror as I slam both feet against the brake peddle and swing the steering wheel to the right...too late...the Delta 83 swurves straight throug the exit way, taking up the whole road. My world is engulfed in darkness, the headlights have gone out. I feel the car flip upside down and then roll three more times before skidding along the asphalt road and then finally stopping with a screech. I don't know if my eyes are open or not but I can't see a thing. I'm greatful to that, I'd hate to see the damage I've caused. I don't bother hoping the woman is all right, my intelegance won't allow it. My head really hurts, I know I hit it several times during the rolls. And the piece of shit car has no airbags. I feel myself drifting away into unconciousness, not much difference; only more blackness. But peaceful...and silent...before all goes blank, a name comes to mind, a beautiful angelic name...one that has brought me both pleasure and pain...joy and sorrow...happiness...and anger...and love...more love than you can ever imagine...Lina...