Terror of Irony Chapter 1: Origins, a silent hill fanfic

Title The Terror of Irony

Summary Pain givers and receivers on both sides of the line are blurred and intermingled in this, fates strange design.

Rating M. for pretty much everything Silent Hill is famous for. You played the games and hopefully saw the movie, so you'll be fine.

Comments The reason I say you hopefully saw the movie is this - Starting in chapter six, we start seeing Alessa and Dahlia lurking around. This is the Alessa and Dahlia from the movie, not from games 1, 3 and Origins. Why? I just liked the movie version of their story better and it better fit what I'm trying to do with the overall point or dare I say "moral" to the story. The family itself ties into the second game sense SH2 has virtually nothing to do with the "game" version of Alessa and James saw Pyramid Head.

Edit: Okay, so I have done some revamping and I changed my chapter titles. I also realized that I was actually getting the last name wrong (cut me some slack,it's been FOREVER sense I played SH2) I had been saying "Sutherland" instead of "Sunderland" as in James Sunderland.

Chapter One

Origins

…...

Did you have that dream again?
Release...
Breathe...
You're receiving what you said
Said she
Never mind
Emptiness, dead eyes and lost what you found

…...

The little girl huddles in the cobweb covered corner of nearly pitch-black room. She shakes with terror - or is it just the walls that shake with every heavy footstep of the monster? She drops the tattered stuffed toy rabbit she is clutching and covers her ears with her dirty hands as the horrific, ear-piercing screeching and earth-shaking stomping grows louder and louder as it comes closer and closer to the door that is hanging just slightly ajar. It can not be shut. It has no doorknob.

Screech. Stomp.

Silence.

A silence that is even more frightening than the noise thickens the air that fills the little grill's lungs, making it almost impossible to breath. So she stops breathing. She holds her breath as she watches with widening eyes as the door slowly creaks open. The sight of the monster forces her to release her captive breath in a bloodcurdling scream.

Screech. Stomp.

Her screams do not slow the monster's approach. They, in fact, seem to encourage him to move in for the kill. The monster stops close enough for the girl to reach out and touch him, not that she would want to. The little girl releases one last dying scream.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!"

Ten year old Rebecca Sunderland awoke with a high scream that hurt even her own ears. She grabbed Winslow, her giant used-to-be-white teddy bear, by the arm and bolted through her open bedroom door and down the hallway.

Rebecca's parents, Seth and Molly, were already awake and on their way to go check on their daughter when she swung open their door.

"-"

Molly knelt down and wrapped her arms around her terrified daughter. "Shh, sweetheart, it's okay. It's just a dream, Becky."

Rebecca sniffled as she began to cry. "Don't call me 'Becky' Mom. It makes me sound like a baby."

"I'm sorry, Rebecca." Molly sighed and looked up at her husband, who was wearing a panicked expression.

"What was it about this time, Rebecca?" Seth asked.

"It was..It.." Rebecca tried to explain through her tears. "It's always the same thing. It's the man with a triangle for a head. He has a big sword he's trying to get me but I always wake up first."

"Shit," Seth muttered under his breath.

Molly quickly stood up and grabbed Seth's hand. "Honey..." She didn't have to finish the sentence. He understood.

"Sweetheart," Seth said to Rebecca, "Your mom and I need to go talk for a minute. You just lie down in our bed right now."

"You mean I can sleep with you tonight?"

"Yes, sweetheart. Now go lie down, okay."

Molly shut the door half way when they were both in the hall. "Honey, she's had that dream almost every night for the past two weeks. She's getting worse."

"Four nights in a row, for sure," Seth confirmed. "Has she seen any horror movies or-"

"She said she'd never seen it before she started having those dreams a few months ago."

"Well there's no way she could have just imagined that thing she describes. It had to come from somewhere."

"I don't know. All I do know is that we need to call your brother again."

Seth put up his hand. "No, Molly. James is just encouraging her."

"You and I both know that he is the only one who can calm Rebecca. She went almost three weeks without a nightmare last time she talked to him."

"Hm," Seth grunted. He looked into his wife's pleading eyes and knew that she was right. Something about talking to James made Rebecca seem to forget all about the nightmares for a while. Even though he was angry with himself for not being able to help his own daughter, and at James for doing what he could not, Seth had to do what was best for his daughter. "Fine," Seth surrendered.

When Molly and Seth opened the door, they were both relieved to find that Rebecca was sound asleep, seemingly peacefully. They looked at each other and smiled. Carefully, they both layed down on either side of their daughter facing her. Just as suddenly as they had awoken, they both fell asleep.

Seth woke up to the sound of light footsteps. He opened his eyes to see Rebecca out of bed. "What are you doing, Sweetheart?"

"I'm thirsty," she said, rubbing her sleepy eyes.

"Okay." Seth closed his eyes and was almost immediately back asleep. Rebecca reached for the doorknob. She stopped dead in her tracks. Her eyes widened and she rubbed her eyes again. It did not change what she saw.

Or what she didn't see.

She opened the door and ran down the hallway, stopping at the door to the bathroom. It was the same in the bathroom. Rebecca ran the rest of the length of the hallway to her own bedroom, and once again, it was the same.

Every single doorknob in the house was missing.

It could not be shut. It had no doorknob.

Rebecca felt as if some darkness was overpowering her, some evil force that she could not control invading her very being.

Rebecca screamed.