The Lead Gate

Author: Skulz

Rating: PG13

Genre: Angst/Horror

Disclaimer: Silent Hill belongs to the Konami company, not me. The characters are not based on anyone, so don't get pissed off if you see your name in my story.

POV: Third Person

Feedback: Yes please. Don't flame, this is my first Silent Hill fanfic, and I really don't know too much about the games. Don't hurt me!

Author's Notes: I started writing this one lonely night when I was thinking about popular scary videogames. I didn't want to write Resident Evil because I already tried that and it didn't work so...

Dedication: For Wiggy!


Chapter 1: Stuck Here

Emily Truman pushed through the crowd, trying helplessly to get to the scene of the crime. She was a puny woman, seemingly harmless, but with a dark side that you didn't want to mess with. No one who truly knew her would dare 'fuck' with her.

When she finally got to the front, the cops were already dragging the witness away. She knew she'd never get another chance with this news article. So, Ms. Truman walked away from the scene, cameraman behind her. She looked at the cameraman. He was seemingly quiet, but he had a sweet face. Emily realized she didn't even know his last name.

"Do you suppose we'll ever catch a good story, Dave?"

"The name's Dan," he quietly reminded her.

"Oh... sorry," she muttered. She felt the cunning wind behind her, hurriedly pushing the reporter towards the van.

Once they got inside, Emily tried to start their vehicle with much difficulty. "I think it's dead."

"What? The engine?"

"What did you think I was talking about, dipshit?"

Suddenly the earth began to shake aggressively, as if and quake was occurring. Paper, coffee, and film were violently tossed about... and by the time the tremor had finished, a whole month's work was ruined.

"What the fuck was that...." Emily muttered. She stepped outside and looked around. There was no one in sight, and all was now foggy. "Hey, Dan?"

"Yeah?" he asked, stepping outside.

"Look..."

The cameraman looked at the thickening fog. "I think we'd better radio for help or something." He took her hand and they headed back into the van.

Emily turned on the radio, but all she heard was the white noise. She tried to find the right frequency for help, but she could not get any transmissions. "Dan..."

"Yeah?"

"Looks like we're staying here tonight."