So, Take a Snapshot...
A/N: A quick story I did inspired by some characters you never get to see in Silent Hill 3, including Stanley Coleman and his room partner, the guy with the tattoo and alarm clock. The characters, of course, belong to Konami, but most of this story is created by me. Konami never said what exactly happed between these characters, but this is my best guess... Also, I haven't beaten the game yet. I'm in the chapel. So, if this is wrong in accordance with the ending... sorry 'bout that.
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He sealed the envelope, licking the glue on the flap and pressing it gently to the base. He smiled, satisfied, to himself. The door opened to his room and a young nurse walked in. He hissed as he looked up at the 'wench'. She bustled over, setting a tray of food on his bedside table. "Evening, Mister Coleman." She said cheerfully.
"Why are you so happy?" He hissed.
She tried to continue smiling, her hand brushing over the envelope. She carefully picked it up. "And what is this?"
"Don't touch that!" He screamed, diving and grabbing the letter. "You whore!"
There was a click and flash of light, and the nurse and man turned their heads, staring over to the other patient in the room, a muscular man with a strange tattoo on his left arm. He sat, cackling on his bed, facing the two, an instant camera in one hand, and a half-developed photo in the other.
Stanley jumped up, rushing over and grabbing the man around the neck. "I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU NEVER TO TAKE ANY PICTURES OF ME!" He screamed. The nurse shrieked, running out from the room. A moment later, doctors rushed in, pulling Stanley back to his bed, restraining him until he stopped violently flailing his arms and shaking against them. One injected him with a calming medicine and they left.
Stanley stared up at the ceiling, until he remembered his food. Glancing over to it, he moved the tray to his lap and began to eat quietly. He took the knife into his hand, looking carefully at it. There was suddenly another click, flash, laugh, and Stanley's mind snapped. His pale fingers wrapped tightly around the knife and he jumped from his bed, the tray of food spilling to the floor, and the food going everywhere. He rushed to the man, holding his knife up threateningly. "STOP TAKING MY PICTURE!" Stanley grabbed the camera, throwing it into a black briefcase at the foot of the man's bed and slamming the case shut. The man only laughed, howling and giggling. Stanley growled, then thrust the knife deep into the man's neck, severing deeply into his skin. The man screamed and collapsed. Stanley stared, then quickly bent down, closing the knife in the dead man's hand. He jumped back as doctors ran in.
"Oh God, was it suicide?" One cried.
Stanley picked up the bloody photo of him holding knife, closing it up in his hand. The doctors turned to him, staring.
"What the hell happened to this guy?!"
"How the hell should I know?" He hissed.
The doctors picked up the body, rushing it out. Stanley slowly opened his hand, looking at the crumpled picture.
"Heather... I killed someone." He whispered. "Will you hate me?"
A/N: A quick story I did inspired by some characters you never get to see in Silent Hill 3, including Stanley Coleman and his room partner, the guy with the tattoo and alarm clock. The characters, of course, belong to Konami, but most of this story is created by me. Konami never said what exactly happed between these characters, but this is my best guess... Also, I haven't beaten the game yet. I'm in the chapel. So, if this is wrong in accordance with the ending... sorry 'bout that.
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He sealed the envelope, licking the glue on the flap and pressing it gently to the base. He smiled, satisfied, to himself. The door opened to his room and a young nurse walked in. He hissed as he looked up at the 'wench'. She bustled over, setting a tray of food on his bedside table. "Evening, Mister Coleman." She said cheerfully.
"Why are you so happy?" He hissed.
She tried to continue smiling, her hand brushing over the envelope. She carefully picked it up. "And what is this?"
"Don't touch that!" He screamed, diving and grabbing the letter. "You whore!"
There was a click and flash of light, and the nurse and man turned their heads, staring over to the other patient in the room, a muscular man with a strange tattoo on his left arm. He sat, cackling on his bed, facing the two, an instant camera in one hand, and a half-developed photo in the other.
Stanley jumped up, rushing over and grabbing the man around the neck. "I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU NEVER TO TAKE ANY PICTURES OF ME!" He screamed. The nurse shrieked, running out from the room. A moment later, doctors rushed in, pulling Stanley back to his bed, restraining him until he stopped violently flailing his arms and shaking against them. One injected him with a calming medicine and they left.
Stanley stared up at the ceiling, until he remembered his food. Glancing over to it, he moved the tray to his lap and began to eat quietly. He took the knife into his hand, looking carefully at it. There was suddenly another click, flash, laugh, and Stanley's mind snapped. His pale fingers wrapped tightly around the knife and he jumped from his bed, the tray of food spilling to the floor, and the food going everywhere. He rushed to the man, holding his knife up threateningly. "STOP TAKING MY PICTURE!" Stanley grabbed the camera, throwing it into a black briefcase at the foot of the man's bed and slamming the case shut. The man only laughed, howling and giggling. Stanley growled, then thrust the knife deep into the man's neck, severing deeply into his skin. The man screamed and collapsed. Stanley stared, then quickly bent down, closing the knife in the dead man's hand. He jumped back as doctors ran in.
"Oh God, was it suicide?" One cried.
Stanley picked up the bloody photo of him holding knife, closing it up in his hand. The doctors turned to him, staring.
"What the hell happened to this guy?!"
"How the hell should I know?" He hissed.
The doctors picked up the body, rushing it out. Stanley slowly opened his hand, looking at the crumpled picture.
"Heather... I killed someone." He whispered. "Will you hate me?"