A/N: This story is rated R because, like the game it's based on, it may contain descriptions of some very disturbing images. If you are weak of heart when it comes to horror, the supernatural, gore, or anything else out of the ordinary, I suggest you read this with the lights on, the radio playing, and with a friend close by. Well... Maybe just the radio...
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Alan lay down on the little bed in his closet-like room on Thunderbird 5 and stared at the ceiling. His turn on the communications space station had just started and he was already bored. Ever since his last rotation, two months ago, there hadn't been any calls. Everyone in International Rescue thought this was a little odd since a really bad set of tornadoes ripped through much of the southern US last month.
Alan sighed and turned to look out his window at the stars. He began to imagine that he and Tin-Tin were out on the beach on the island. He smiled and closed his eyes to get a better picture. Just as he was starting to drift off into this wonderful dream world, he thought he heard a voice coming from the communications equipment. With a groan, he got up and went to check it out.
"Help... Everywhere..." the voice said through a bunch of static.
"This is International Rescue. How can we help you?" Alan responded.
"...Gone. No one... Please help..." the voice said. Alan tried to tune the frequency better, but nothing worked.
"Where are you? Can you hear me?" Alan asked.
"Yes... Hill... Dark..."
"What hill? Where are you?"
"...Silent..."
Just then the static got even worse and the high-pitched sound of someone trying to tune a radio came through. Alan set to work tracing the signal. He was about to try and ask the caller for more information when a sudden scream filled the station, then died.
"Thunderbird 5 to base! Thunderbird 5 to base! Come in base!"
"Go ahead, Alan," Jeff said as he sipped his morning cup of coffee.
"We've got a rescue, dad. The person that radioed in sounded in bad shape."
"Do you have the coordinates?"
"Yes, sir. They're latitude XR569 by longitude 1275S-B3, a place called Silent Hill."
Gordon, who was in the lounge reading, looked up the coordinates. "Gee, that's a pretty lonely place."
"Do you know what kind of rescue this is?" Jeff asked.
"No, father. The signal died before I could get any information," Alan said.
"All right. Scott..."
"I'm on it father," Scott said as he came into the lounge and headed straight for the revolving wall panel that lead into Thunderbird 1's hangar.
"Virgil. You'll probably have to take Pod 5, but make sure you have a little something for all scenarios. We don't know what could be happening there. Also, take John and Gordon with you. I would rather there be too much man power than not enough."
Virgil nodded and headed for the secret slide that would take him to Thunderbird 2's cockpit while Gordon went to the hidden passenger elevator and waited for John before heading down. In no time Thunderbird 1 was off with Thunderbird 2 not far behind.
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Two hours later, Scott called in to base to let them know he had arrived safely. He then called Virgil, and after finding out his estimated time of arrival, decided to head out side and find a good place to set up mobile control.
Opening the hatch to go out, he saw that it was starting to snow, and pulled on the heavy coat he always had on hand, before heading down. As he reached the end of the ramp and looked around he shivered, but not from the cold. The fog and the snow made it hard to see farther than a few feet, and it was oddly quiet. With chills running up and down his spine, Scott decided to head back inside and wait for Virgil and the others to arrive before unloading anything. He took one last look before closing the hatch and shivered again. Whatever it was, he didn't want to have to face it alone.
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Scott awoke from his short nap at the sound of Thunderbird 2's engines and the sound of Virgil's voice.
"Hey Scott, how's it look?" Virgil asked as he landed.
"It's kinda hard to tell. I'll need you guys' help with mobile control."
"F.A.B.," Virgil said and all went quiet again.
Scott got up from his seat, opened the hatch, and waited until he saw Virgil and Gordon before bringing out the boxes for mobile control.
"Hey, where's John?" Scott asked as he handed Virgil a box.
"He went on ahead to try and find out what's going on," Gordon said heading up.
"Guys, I hate to break up this little party, but I suggest we hurry up and get this thing out and set up. The faster we can get this rescue done, the faster we can return home. This place gives me the creeps," Virgil said. Scott and Gordon both nodded and went back to work.
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Alan lay down on the little bed in his closet-like room on Thunderbird 5 and stared at the ceiling. His turn on the communications space station had just started and he was already bored. Ever since his last rotation, two months ago, there hadn't been any calls. Everyone in International Rescue thought this was a little odd since a really bad set of tornadoes ripped through much of the southern US last month.
Alan sighed and turned to look out his window at the stars. He began to imagine that he and Tin-Tin were out on the beach on the island. He smiled and closed his eyes to get a better picture. Just as he was starting to drift off into this wonderful dream world, he thought he heard a voice coming from the communications equipment. With a groan, he got up and went to check it out.
"Help... Everywhere..." the voice said through a bunch of static.
"This is International Rescue. How can we help you?" Alan responded.
"...Gone. No one... Please help..." the voice said. Alan tried to tune the frequency better, but nothing worked.
"Where are you? Can you hear me?" Alan asked.
"Yes... Hill... Dark..."
"What hill? Where are you?"
"...Silent..."
Just then the static got even worse and the high-pitched sound of someone trying to tune a radio came through. Alan set to work tracing the signal. He was about to try and ask the caller for more information when a sudden scream filled the station, then died.
"Thunderbird 5 to base! Thunderbird 5 to base! Come in base!"
"Go ahead, Alan," Jeff said as he sipped his morning cup of coffee.
"We've got a rescue, dad. The person that radioed in sounded in bad shape."
"Do you have the coordinates?"
"Yes, sir. They're latitude XR569 by longitude 1275S-B3, a place called Silent Hill."
Gordon, who was in the lounge reading, looked up the coordinates. "Gee, that's a pretty lonely place."
"Do you know what kind of rescue this is?" Jeff asked.
"No, father. The signal died before I could get any information," Alan said.
"All right. Scott..."
"I'm on it father," Scott said as he came into the lounge and headed straight for the revolving wall panel that lead into Thunderbird 1's hangar.
"Virgil. You'll probably have to take Pod 5, but make sure you have a little something for all scenarios. We don't know what could be happening there. Also, take John and Gordon with you. I would rather there be too much man power than not enough."
Virgil nodded and headed for the secret slide that would take him to Thunderbird 2's cockpit while Gordon went to the hidden passenger elevator and waited for John before heading down. In no time Thunderbird 1 was off with Thunderbird 2 not far behind.
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Two hours later, Scott called in to base to let them know he had arrived safely. He then called Virgil, and after finding out his estimated time of arrival, decided to head out side and find a good place to set up mobile control.
Opening the hatch to go out, he saw that it was starting to snow, and pulled on the heavy coat he always had on hand, before heading down. As he reached the end of the ramp and looked around he shivered, but not from the cold. The fog and the snow made it hard to see farther than a few feet, and it was oddly quiet. With chills running up and down his spine, Scott decided to head back inside and wait for Virgil and the others to arrive before unloading anything. He took one last look before closing the hatch and shivered again. Whatever it was, he didn't want to have to face it alone.
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Scott awoke from his short nap at the sound of Thunderbird 2's engines and the sound of Virgil's voice.
"Hey Scott, how's it look?" Virgil asked as he landed.
"It's kinda hard to tell. I'll need you guys' help with mobile control."
"F.A.B.," Virgil said and all went quiet again.
Scott got up from his seat, opened the hatch, and waited until he saw Virgil and Gordon before bringing out the boxes for mobile control.
"Hey, where's John?" Scott asked as he handed Virgil a box.
"He went on ahead to try and find out what's going on," Gordon said heading up.
"Guys, I hate to break up this little party, but I suggest we hurry up and get this thing out and set up. The faster we can get this rescue done, the faster we can return home. This place gives me the creeps," Virgil said. Scott and Gordon both nodded and went back to work.