Ohkay, ladies and gentleman. This is my third fic, and I still haven't tacked down the exact strategy of writing fanfics , so be nice!
So, I am a total fan of Silent Hill, so I am laying in bed one night listening to the soundtracks, and I sat up and said, "I write fanfics, so I will write a Silent Hill fanfic!" SO...here we are, and please be nice! Thank you. On with the story.
Disclaimer: I don't own Silent Hill or any characters under the merchandise of Konami 1999-2009©
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Alyssa was one of those girls who meant everything to everybody.
She was beautiful, nice, and she had a personality that she was never afraid to show.
While being very beautiful, she was very tomboy-ish. She never wore a skirt or any sign of pink, even purple was non-existant in her wardrobe.
Along with this, her father had also taught her how to fire many weapons, including double-barrel shotguns, Springfield '03 sniper rifle, 9mm handgun, and a silenced Beretta. So she knew her way around the "tools of the trade," as her father called it. Her father was part of the Brahams police force, so he taught her how to reload, clean, and take apart the weapons that she already knew how to operate.
Aside from the weapons and "social appearance," persay, Alyssa was just like any other beautiful girls. And one of those reasons why everyone loved her so much. She was a 16 year-old, with long, dark-chocolate brown hair, hazel-green eyes, and she was a slim build, and at an average height. She was loving to everyone even her enemies. And everyone knew almost everything about her.
Almost.
See, even Alyssa didn't know her deep dark secret. She knew she was adopted, but she didn't know from where. Her father had told her she was adopted from a nearby town when she was a little baby, but that was all she knew.
And she did know that her mother died in a car crash on the way back to Brahams from that little, unknown town. And from that, Alyssa felt guilty.
Even though her father told her it wasn't her fault, she still felt remorse.
As time carried on, she felt annoyed, not knowing where she came from. And she wondered if her dreams were trying to tell her something. Everynight ever since her 16th birthday, she had this strange dream, sometimes a nightmare. Where she was in a town that was immersed in flames. She would walk slowly down the main path, and she was calling for someone. "Sister." That was who she was calling. But after about three times of calling out sister, a girl who looked a little younger than she did ran over to her frantically. Then Alyssa would be happy to see her and call out "Sister" once more. Then when "Sister" was right in front of Alyssa, "Sister" suddenly burst into flame. Alyssa would then wake up in a deep sweat. Confused and scared, Alyssa was ready to find out about who she was, and where she was from.
After visiting her father at the police station, Alyssa took her Ford Explorer and took along a map of West Virginia. She needed to find out what towns were near by, so she could investigate.
Four towns.
One to the east.
One to the north.
One to the south.
One to the west.
Alyssa decided to go west.
"It's the way the sun sets!" she always told her father.
Alyssa calmed herself, telling her father before she left that she was going for a drive, nothing big, and that she would always have her cell phone on, around her neck.
She came to a sign, down the long, winding road. It said, "Back to Brahams" and then another town's name covered with a black trashbag.
Alyssa decided to take a chance, and she drove down side road.
Little did she know, this road didn't lead to any town.
This road lead to the cursed town.
This road lead...to Silent Hill.
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K. What'd you think? It's my first shot at a Silent Hill fic, and I will continue it.
So review.
Or Pyramid Head will haunt you in your sleep. XD