Nicole "Laurel" Blackfall-a 19 year old girl whose family is destined to become a monster after their deaths. Her influence is twisted as people tried to kill her when she was younger.
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Wake up
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"Let me go." Laurel ordered as a bubble headed nurse grabbed her by the arm. "Stupid bitch!" she scolded as the nurse had a tighter grip on her arm.
The bubble headed nurse pulled out a crow bar. One that was covered in blood.
"Great, the bitch has a weapon. Guess she hasn't been done with her killing spree." Laurel muttered as she pulled out a knife. "Well here I go!" she plunged her knife into the nurse's chest.
Screeching vomiting sounds, the nurse threw Laurel into a wall and charged at her.
"What the hell is going on here?" Laurel said dodging the crow bar. Suddenly a man with dirty blonde hair jabbed a wooden stake through the nurse's body.
"Wha-who are you?" Laurel questioned as she grabbed her knife from the corpse.
"The same goes for you." The man said reaching for his stake. Laurel took caution and held the knife towards the man's face.
"I don't trust you-so did you come here to kill me?" Laurel asked annoyed.
"No. I noticed a few dead bodies and followed them. Which lead to you." The man said taking a hold of his stake.
"...I see but I still don't trust you." Laurel said placing her knife on her side.
"Well, for being so careful-my name is James Sunderland. I'm looking for my late wife...she sent me this letter." James explained standing up.
"I'm Nicole "Laurel" Blackfall but call me Laurel. I was sent here to find something...but I can't really explain that yet. You said you have gotten a letter from your late wife but how? If someone is dead and you have received something from them then..." Laurel tried to think.
"I know it is a bit crazy for you to believe." James said with a chuckle.
"I believe it...sort of. Hm, well I guess we both should be getting out of here." Laurel said looking down the hallway.
"How long have you been inside this hospital?" James asked.
"Only for a day or two but this is the first time I was attacked." Laurel said as the two started to walk.
"How old are you?" James asked another question.
Laurel twitched a bit, "So this is gonna be twenty questions huh? Okay, I'll start answering. I'm 19 years old. Ask away."
"You've ever killed someone?"
"Yes. Since ten years old."
"You enjoy being here?"
"Yeah, somewhat. It keeps me busy."
"Where is your family?"
"Dead. Everyone in the world is dead to me."
"You seem different from the others."
"That isn't a question but you're right. Now my turn to ask the questions: Why are you looking for your late wife?"
"Hn. To get rid of my guilt."
"What did you do?"
"I killed her."
"Oh, how?"
"Smothered her with a pillow."
"Is that all you did-did she piss you off?"
"She had an illness. Though, the news to her had gotten worse her actions did the same."
"So you did it out of anger or hate?"
"Anger."
"But did you love her?"
"Yes. I treasured her but she drove me to the point of..."
"Killing right?"
"Yes..."
"Oh, that's okay. Killing for me is out of hate and rage but my heart doesn't mourn for death." Laurel frowned at the thought of her mother dying in front of her.
"You're quiet. Thinking about something?" James asked as he noticed Laurel's frown.
"Yeah, something about the past. Hey, there is an exit up ahead." she pointed out.
The two confronted the bloody door. James turned the knob and the door opened with a creek.
"God this is wierd." Laurel thought as she noticed that the alley was empty.
"Don't enjoy this long because someone will be coming for us." James said looking at the blood on the side walks. Dead bodies laid on the pavement in torn clothes and some dismembered.
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Author's Note: this is my first Silent Hill story so I am probably out of sequence but I got the content right, please no flames