SILENT HILL
SHATTERED DREAMS

(A/N: I in no way own the rights to Silent Hill. If I did, The Room, the movie, and Homecoming would never have had the names "Silent Hill" placed with them.)

Twenty-four year old Jason Anderson walked out of the church. He felt a wave of cold sweep over him, his cheap denim jacket doing nothing to stop the cold. He heard the rain falling hard, causing the temperature to only fall even more. He noticed his breath in front of him as he closed the door to the church, the warmth and light from inside ceasing to light the area around him. He reached behind his head and stuffed his ponytail into the jacket before flipping the collar up. He truly had no idea how that would help, but knew that it should.

The dim lighting of the outdoor walkways in the church shone off of his brown eyes, bringing to them a life that was scarcely ever seen. He brushed a few loose strands of hair out of his eyes, standing under the cover of the walkway for a few moments before braving the rain to reach his car. The fact that he would have to drive home in this rain also worried him greatly. He never liked to drive in the rain. It always seemed to bring pain.

Fingering the right breast pocket of his jacket one last time to make sure he had his old beat-up cell phone and his flashlight in case the power had gone out at his home, he moved into the rain. He felt the freezing cold drops of water hit his head, quickly drenching him. He knew that he would need to get home soon, and drive with the heater on full blast to dry himself off, least he catch pneumonia or worse, swine flu.

He unlocked his car door as he quickly walked to it, knowing that if he ran he would most likely trip and fall. He reached his 2006 Mitsubishi Eclipse and pulled the door open, flinging himself into the driver's seat before closing the door. He somehow managed to do it all in one move. After a moment to collect himself, he pulled the key to the car out of his pocket and turned it on. He put the heater on full blast before reeving his engine, warming it up. He knew it wasted gas, but it would also get the heater to blow hotter air faster. With a sigh as the air got warm, he turned on the radio, knowing he would need to get it to an acceptable volume before he drove off.

"Well, it's a rainy night here in the beautiful and sunny Palm Springs, California." he heard the unmistakable voice of the legendary Alice Cooper say through the radio. "Since I'm in town, I'm also experiencing a bit of this horrible weather with all of you."

"You say horrible, I say deadly." he muttered, turning on his lights and windshield wipers. He pulled out of the parking space, being sure to watch his speed and surroundings as he drove off onto the road.

"Anyways, we have a request from a local author who's listening in right now. Says he wants to hear the beautiful voice of Mary Elizabeth McGlynn. So Mr. Scotts, these next few are for you." he said before the sound of a clean electric guitar started to come through the radio.

"Love her voice." he said, driving off towards home. "That Scotts has good taste, I'll give him that." he muttered to himself, turning on the intensity of his windshield wipers. He started to apply pressure to the break as the light in front of him turned yellow. He knew this was the not the weather to push lights in. All it would do was get him killed.

As he came to the stop light, he turned up the radio. He always loved a woman who could string three notes together, and McGlynn was no exception. He quickly reached into the center console, pulling out a pack of 5 gum. He pulled out a piece and stuck it in his mouth, throwing the package and wrapper on the passenger seat as the light turned green again. He slowly made his way out into the intersection before he started to pick up speed again.

He let out a sigh as the rain only started to fall harder. With a few curses whispered under his breath, he turned his wipers on to the fastest setting they had, wishing not for the first time that he had a wiper on his back windshield. He noticed a pair of headlights in the distance behind him quickly approaching, and prayed to whatever God there might actually be that it was not a cop.

He noticed the light in front of him turn yellow and he started to put pressure on the break. He noticed the car behind him swerve into the lane next to him. The came to a sliding stop right next to him, window to window. He turned his head just enough to make sure it wasn't a cop. Seeing that it wasn't, he turned back to the radio, hearing the end of the song coming up and wondering what Alice would play next.

Next to him, he heard the driver of the car wail on his horn. He looked over and saw the driver make a motion to roll down his window. He simply shook his head and turned away, only to have the driver wail on the horn some more. He muttered a few curse words under his breath and turned back to look at the driver, only to said driver lower the passenger window of his car. With a sigh, lowered his window, leaning his head forward a bit to keep the rain form damaging his car.

"What the fuck do you want!?" he yelled, looking at the driver of the other car. He saw a bit of a smile start to spread on the driver's face as the rain stopped. A thick fog started to roll in and his radio stopped playing music, instead having static start to emit from it. He heard the static emit from his phone as well, causing him to reach for his breast pocket of his jacket, hoping to stop the noise.

"I hope you have no accidents, Jason." he heard the driver, a man, say. The voice was no louder than a whisper said into his ear, but he clearly heard it as if the man had just spoken it into his ear. He snapped his head back to the driver, seeing a dark shape looking back at him. He couldn't see the face of the person, only their smile. Even the man's eyes had no reflection to any form of light that was shining through the fog. He started to reach for his pocket, fumbling for his flashlight. He wanted to know who the person was.

"What are you talking about!?" he yelled, looking looking at him. "Who the hell are you!?"

"You can not hide another, Jason. Not this time." he said before he started to drive off. He watched as the car drove off into the fog, vanishing. He hit his high beams and noticed that they cut through the fog to show no other cars on the road. The road was lined by walled housing communities. There was no where for the drive to have gone.

"What the hell...?" he muttered as the static started to die down. He noticed the fog start to disappear and a few rain drops started to fall on his head. He quickly rolled his window back up to keep from getting any more water damage done to his car as the rain started to fall heavily again. He continued to sit there as the light turned back to green, his foot still pressing the break in silent confusion.

He finally took his foot off the break as the light turned yellow and started to cross the intersection, making it to the other side before the light turned red. He still couldn't believe that someone had told him that. He was also trying to wrap his mind around what had gone on with his phone and the radio. He knew that the radio would sometimes go out should the storm be bad enough, something that the current storm clearly showed. It was his phone, however, that was started to worry him. His phone had never done that. He didn't even know of anything that could cause that to happen.

"And for those of you who don't know, that was 'I Want Love' written by Akira Yamaoka and Joe Romersa for the video game..." he heard Alice Cooper say before the radio died for a moment. He changed the station for a moment before putting it back, hoping it would fix it. "And now we will bring you another song by the three of them. How about a good one for this type of weather, 'Your Rain'. I'm sure you'll all be amused by it."

"Very fucking hilarious." he muttered. He continued driving, listening to the music when static started to come through the radio and his phone. He cursed under his breath and changed the station, only to still get static. He noticed the rain die down as fog started to roll in. He risked a look around, noticing that there seemed to be no one around. Seeing no one, he chanced a look down at his radio and noticed a message on it. He hit the button to read it.

HOPE YOU DON'T HIT SOMEONE JASON.

"What the fuck...?" he muttered, his heart rate quickening. He didn't know how this was possible. Having had worked at the radio station, he knew that it was impossible to send personalized messages to people. It just wasn't possible. He was pulled out of his musings as he watched the message change again.

EYES FORWARD JASON.

He quickly looked forward and noticed a young couple walking across the road in front of him. He quickly slammed on his breaks and pulled up on his hand break. He felt himself start to skid. He turned his wheel sharply, feeling his car start to turn away from the couple who had stopped, watching him. He knew that he would hit them. There was no way around it at all.

(A/N: I'm taking a break from my original WIPs and branching off from Harry Potter for a while. That DOES NOT mean that Forbidden List posted here or Head of Black posted over at AFF are going to be abandoned.)