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Arrhythmia
By destroy

Part. I

When I close my eyes, I am away from here. Lush fields of green lay out before me, sprinkled by the beaded intensity of summer flowers. Spinning. Twirling. I am at peace. I can run until I fall; face first into the soft petals of dandelions, they would sweetly kiss me with their scent. The wicked betrayal of love, my stress, flushed away into the ocean of the sky above me. Time has slipped through the cracks in the soil. And in the distance, I can hear music. A sweet song; it was a female voice.

I could feel that others have been here before, beautiful and supernatural. Their shy presence graces me and offers protection. As I settled into a bed of the Earth, the melody rang closer to my ears. My skin was flush with the warm embrace of the sun.

On the opposite end of my back, lay the night. The stars here would eventually burn through the velvet ambience, until the dusk can no longer exist. But even if the stars were to fail, I would not be afraid of the dark. I am watched. Saved and secure.

"I will be okay here."

My felicitous mind is adrift, dreaming with the cool breeze. Cradled by the strong arms of the universe, my body limply sways from side to side. Content, so content. Shh. This was my place. Angels flew around me, their cotton-candy wings swirled with the snowy clouds. I can feel their caring gaze bless me. I closed my eyes.

A blanket of serenity enveloped my body. Its protection was tight and secure around me, my neck. The air was compressed against my skin. I couldn't breathe, but do I really need to here? This was my world. I was safe here.

The deviant rough play of the current grew stronger, stronger, and soon I was gasping for air. My eyes shocked open to the atrocious sight of my blue sky gone. The nauseating stench of the dead filled my passages. The once beautiful song has turned into a painful scream that scratched at the inside of my skull.

"No. Not here."

The nightmarish scream bore on. Closer.

"HELP ME!"

Closer.

"SOMEBODY!"

Closer…

My eyes jolted. I lay with my back against the wall, legs pulled to my chest. Darkness has once again engulfed me. The stout barrier I balanced upon has become a pocket of flesh and pain. My attempt at rest was shaken and the room breathed upon my soul. My respiring had already grown rapid. Seemingly infrared perception, my eyes quickly refocused from the sun to the night, and I was aware of the shuffling around me. Stumbling to my feet, I drew my firearm and clicked on my flashlight attachment.

The building seemed as though it was closing in on me, trying to trap me between its stripped arms. I could feel it inhaling and exhaling, malevolent tumors pulsated and brought anguish to my brain.

The surroundings were absent of fiends, yet sinister. On the other end of my standing, I could hear a woman howling. I had encountered the reason that I was in the town and without much thought I ran towards the voice. My boots slapped against the damp ground followed by a crude squish. The small circle of light I gave bounced off of void spaces which bred insanity and finally off of woman huddled in the corner, her hands over her ears.

I tucked my weapon away. Reaching out, I placed my gloved hand underneath her arm. She screamed louder and harder, her eyes still tightly closed. Plainly, she had mistaken me. I ignored her shouts of "no" and "please" and pressed her unwilling body towards the exit of the building. She fought me, clawing and scratching me. She tried to lower her body to the floor the way a stubborn child would. My stress had found its way back to me as I pulled the woman off of the sticky ground and pushed her through the threshold.

The door slammed shut behind us and resounded throughout the silence we were faced with. Her screams were halted and an abrupt look of confusion crossed her face. The world on the other side once again greeted us with twisted normalcy. The light burned our eyes. She curved and turned, searching her body for evident wounds to define the fear she felt. I slowly caught my breath and brushed the rusty blood of the building off of my arms.

"Thank God. Another person! I—I don't understand what's going on here. What's happening here?"

Her voice was balmy yet dry.

I didn't reply. How the hell was I supposed to know what was going on? We were trapped in a dimension, confronted by the worst of our thoughts that would be pulled back at the last possible moment by some sort of mocking God who thrived on our dread.

We had inhabited a world where in a split-second we can cease to be.

I shook my head.

"I've never seen this before."

"Is this actually happening? Are we still alive?"

"As far as I know. A better question would be why you decided to come here?"

"My daughter…"

Seeking the help of her ill-medicated daughter, this woman had brought the girl here after constant requests and sleep walking had her screaming the name "Silent Hill". Unmistakably the help of a professional was not enough to satisfy or cure their condition. Perhaps this woman wanted to see what her daughter can see. If this was a paradise or vacation, I had seen enough.

"What's your name?"

"Rose."

Her flaxen hair stuck to the sides of her humid face. Her eyes seemed ashamed, hiding the fact that admittedly she had been wrong in coming here.

I knew this place. A previous mission had brought me before the town. My memory had not been muddled in remembering the isolation. The city seemed to have departed from the realm of sanity and hovered in a place between death and hell. Even if I was able to think a rational thought, I would have no explanation as to what could've happened since my last visit. I had switched off into survival mode and the only thing I wanted was to leave.

"We need to find your daughter and get out here."

I stepped past Rose and withdrew my gun from the holster.

"…Thank you."

I didn't know where to begin and the fact that time was winding down to our next death sentence made me want to spit. A thick white haze followed us; the spirits of the town seemed to be shuffling along in search of an escape route as well. We had to stay close or become invisible. Rose walked beside me.

The distance covered by our footsteps echoed behind us. Daylight seemed as extinct as humanity, for the light we walked by surely wasn't the sun. The gloomy desperation of the town was maddening. I wanted to return to where I was; to close my eyes and wake up in the grass. I couldn't get there. When I looked up into the sky, flakes of ash burned into my eyes and forced me to see what stood before me. My Heaven had departed.

A/n – Reviews are always appreciated. Part II to be added shortly.