Hey all. I do not own any aspect of Silent Hill, it's characters or any similarities to the games whatsoever. That's all owned by Konami. This is just a Fanfic based on the town that they show in the games and movie. This is also my first ever Fanfic. Hope you guys like it. Part 2 will be coming shortly.
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Fog...
Nothing else but fog...
It's too misty to see anything...
There's a scraping noise coming closer...
Oh no...
Not him...
The sounds of a giant blade slashing through the air...
It can't end...
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"MR BRONSWICK!!!"
"Huh?" replied a dark-eyed, half asleep young man.
"I was asking Ms Greening over there if she could even answer two plus two correctly when I was interrupted by your snoring. Does my class bore you, Mr Bronswick?"
"No, Miss," he lied, shaking off the surrounding giggles.
"Then please try and stay awake while I teach you. I don't get paid to watch teenagers doze off in my class. Seeing as this small lecture has eaten away at what little time I had to berate either of you for her incompetence or your lack of attention, I suggest that you both improve your attitudes in my class, lest I refer you both to the Principal. Class dismissed."
He slowly trudged out of the classroom, still feeling the weight of that awkward daydream. He wasn't exactly the most popular kid at South Ashfield Senior High School. Matter of fact, he laughed at the so-called 'Beautiful people', knowing that their every move was judged by their little clique. Henry, on the other hand, enjoyed the freedom that solitude offered. He had only one decent friend in this hell anyways. And right on time...
"Hey there, sleepy head", chirped a happy voice.
"Alicia Greening, that is highly inappropriate," he quipped back in a mocking tone.
"Oh shush you," she pouted before brushing her lips lightly across his cheek. "Thank you for getting me out of trouble today," she said in her most in her most grateful tone, leaving a hint of mystery in it before smiling and bouncing away. Meanwhile, Henry just stood there watching her leave and brushing his cheek, wondering what had just happened.
Last Period. English Literature. Friday afternoon.
He was sitting at the back of the class, wishing he had a source of caffeine to keep himself awake. As Mr Reynolds droned along in that same, boring, monotonous voice, referring to a legendary 340-page sleeping pill he called "Crimson Ceremonies" or something like that. He could see Alicia staring back at him, her eyelids also trying their hardest to stay up. But with Mr Reynolds voice acting like a lullaby to a child, Henry slowly gave himself up to sleep.
