Disclaimer: I do not own Silent Hill, but I love the series to death and beyond
I awoke to the screams of others, others who sound like I. But then again, when you're in a prison like this, all screams begin to sound alike. Not exactly screams of pain, more like screams of the lust for freedom.
I am Ian Link, a prisoner in the remote town of Silent Hill. Silent Hill used to be a tourist magnet, its peaceful 'aroma' attracting easy-going individuals and families or married couples looking for the best getaway. The town of Silent Hill is quiet, as its name would suggest, therefore making its serenity pleasing to a person's mind. But not all is perfect, however. There is always a stain in paradise.
Silent Hill had a drug problem. An associate of mine, Dr. Kauffman, had been a seller of a drug, possibly narcotic, called White Claudia. It is known to cause hallucinations and is somewhat used by the occult within Silent Hill. An occult which serves the 'Red Devil.' I am in here, in this cell, for spoiling the nirvana called Silent Hill. I helped Kauffman sale some of the drug, in return for a supplement of the drug itself. It is hard to get over an addiction.
Anyway, that is why I am here, in this cell. The only light is through the bars at the top of the cell door and a very small hole peeking through from the wall that my bed is up against. Sometimes a person will look through the hole, and sometimes I will hear strained talking. My cell is not quite square shaped, but close. The walls are a drab, stained grey and the cell door metallic. And in my cell is a barely working mattress, a metal table, and a toilet. It's hell.
The screams around me, moaning to return to the pleasant streets of Silent Hill, all sound alike to me except one. I can hear to the cell to the left of me a different voice. It is always of a woman weeping. Her voice is much softer than the other screams I endure, downright melodic. I feel bad for admitting that I love her cries. Her cries ring like music, pleasing my ears in such a way that I can close my eyes and forget that I am in this damp, dark cell. I will often, when lost in despair, lay my back against the west wall and slide onto my rear while closing my eyes and listen to her cries. The other prisoners must be teeming with jealousy that I have the honor to listen to the woman's cries.
Sometimes the guard, a pudgy balding man named Andrew DeSalvo, would beat her. I could tell by the intensity of the woman's screams and pleas. I both feel passionate hatred and exquisite satisfaction upon hearing this. I hate this man for abusing my lovely music box and I also feel a guilty pleasure to be able to hear her beautiful voice, even if it is because of pain.
I have now been taken out of the melodic nirvana by a banging on the cell door. It is Andrew. "Here, it's lunch time. Get up you lazy negro and hurry your sorry ass along!" I stood up from the west wall, infuriated at this fat man for interrupting my pleasure. But I was starving. He opened the cell door and as I walked out, I knew not to try to outrun him because of the shotgun he carries. But now was always my favorite part of the day. Not because of the food, but because to exit this third floor to get to the lunch room, I got to pass the woman's cell.
As I passed through, I stopped for a few seconds and glanced through the bars to steal a look at the woman. She always has her bruised, scratched, light skinned knees curled up to her body held by her arms with her face hidden away looking down to her legs, making only her legs and hair visible. She has long brown hair which folds over her skinny legs which are scraped. I wish I could see more of her. Then Andrew hit by back with his gun, ordering me to move along.
As I moved a few paces forward, I stopped suddenly. I felt a most exquisite pain engulf my chest. My heart felt as if the ghost of death was squeezing the life from it. I fell down to my knees, groaning in pain as I could scarcely hear Andrew commanding an answer from me of what was wrong. I tried to speak, but my voice escaped me as my hands instinctively clutched my chest, as if trying to futilely save the spasms of my heart. I cried out in pain and the next thing I knew was darkness. Nothing.
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…my eyelids opened. I could only see what looked to be a red sky. There were clouds but the air around me seemed to be sprinkled with specks of red. All I could even see from my position was darkness, red clouds, and red specks. I found that I was laying down, so I got up and looked around. My normally blue stained shirt and even more dull blue pants are now blotched with red. I placed my hand against my stained shirt and upon removing my hand, found the redness to be nothing but rust.
Looking below my brown leather shoes, I found that I was standing on a walkway. As I looked behind me, I found that I was outside of the double doors leading into the third floor! The grated walkway I stood on, that encircles the entire prison tower, was covered in red rust. Even the exterior of the prison was almost entirely covered in red rust! But as I touched the exterior wall next to the double doors, the wall did not feel like rust. I felt almost organic. I could swear the exterior wall even pulsed.
Confused and disoriented, a reached for the door knobs leading into the third floor, only to find that the door knobs were broken, thus stranding me outside in this surreal environment. This place looked like the prison tower, but it couldn't be!
Idecided to explore. As I walked northward to get to the top, my footsteps on the grated floor turned from the normal clanging sound to no noise at all. Even if I ran on the grating, it made no sound. Also, the closer I got to the top of the prison tower, the more the walls and grating seemed to change. The grating turned from just being covered in rust to actually enveloping my feet at times, so that I had to struggle to get out. The wall started to crack in places and as I walked to the top of the prison tower, the walls got covered entirely in rust and even faces started to appear on the wall. Or, it looks like faces.
I have to admit, as I finally got to the double doors at the very top of the tower, my fear reached its breaking point. Nailed to the double doors, on each door, was one of those white sheets one would find at a morgue and the sheets protruded each in the shape of a human being, with blood stains running from chest to groin. The double doors, covered in unexplainable red rust, were unlocked and my cold, clammy hands reached the handles and pried the door open, an act that I had to conjure an inexcusable amount of courage to do.
After I crossed the threshold, the doors behind me slammed shut. I surveyed my surroundings. I was at the top of the water tower prison, in a circular enclosure without a roof. In the center of the room laid a sort of moat where a section of it stood out with a valve to control the water pressure. Well, that's what it would have done, but in this prevented dimension, who knows? The red mist surrounded everything.
My panic had not subsided at all. As I looked around me, I found shallow bodies littering the ground. I kneeled to examine the one closest to me and I swear I almost had a heart attack. The body I was observing looked just like me! The same dark skin, the same blue eyes, the same bald head, the same pronounced chin, everything! The big difference was that this dead body had its stomach cut open and all the internal organs were missing, and puss poured from orifices.
I jumped back and tried to scream, but nothing came from my mouth. Then I heard something. Without realizing, I picked up a stray glass shard and looked to the opposite end of the room, where something was approaching. It looked like me. In the same suit, only with its stomach hollow and its left leg was mutilated at the knee, with a long blade of glass to fill in for the rest of the leg. I looked to its hideous head, with its face hollowed out of its convulsing head.
I tried to scream, but again my voice was empty. In fact, I can't remember what happened next except that before long I was sprawled out over the now-dead body, which bled puss. I then noticed that I had a shard of glass in my hand, which was also covered in puss as the creature had no blood left before I murdered it. I then remember pocketing a key ring with two keys in it that the creature had right before I blacked out…
SILENT HILL: DIVINE JUDGE
Well, I hoped you all got some enjoyment out of this prologue and I hope you appreciate it. I worked long and hard on this and even checked tons of SH message boards so I could try to get everything correct. Also, thus will undoubtedly become R rated in not too long, maybe even by next chapter. So I hope you enjoyed this and look forward to more!