Hello everybody. This is my first fan fiction and hope you enjoy reading it. Please feel free to leave comments or reviews.
First off, it's a story filling the gap between the 2006 Silent Hill film and Revelation (though I made this before any mention of a sequel) based off the 1st and 3rd games. This is a slash fiction (more of a Ho Yay or Preslash?) between Christopher Da Silva and Thomas Gucci.
Initially I wrote this because I've heard there's more femmeslash for the movie, and I wanted to write a quality story with the two men and took about a year to (sporadically) write it.
Note: I do not own Silent Hill. Based off the games created by Konami. Contains mature themes. May contain spoilers for 1st and 3rd game, and the film. May be subject to edits.
It's a glaring sunny morning in the park of Silent Hill, sitting on the bench is a father and son, both with jet black hair and silvery blue eyes. Thomas Gucci, the young boy, and the man watches as a girl across the playground plays hopscotch with her friends. He studies her feminine characteristics, her dress twirling around her ankles as she makes a hop, her long, blonde hair bouncing over her baby face.
But Thomas is more interested in the expensive suit his father wore and his nicely combed hair. Something special must be happening today, he thought.
"Remember to always go for the beautiful women, once you grow old enough." his father spoke, "And remember to be their perfect knight in shining armour. You've gotta protect them, love them." His father, usually so cheerful, stares coldly ahead.
"Beautiful is blonde hair and blue eyes, right?" The son asks to which his father nods. "If I'm going to save them, does that make me a superhero?"
The corner of his father's mouth wrinkles, a slight smile. "Yes, of course. Save the world and protect them."
He watches questioningly as his father leans back and lights a stick, which he inhales then exhales to a wispy stench.
Birds flutter in the trees above them in a ray of sunlight, behind them is the crashing waves of Toluca Lake, a sweet smell in the air of cotton candy and sodas from a nearby stand all envelop Thomas, causing him to wonder why they weren't enjoying today. He hasn't seen his mother lately...were they waiting for her?
He feels his father's warm hands on his shoulders, and looking up at him, Thomas sees watching an approaching figure, a woman, in her hands she's clutching a small leather book. She was beautiful in her orange dress and hat, her golden hair tied back, "That's your mother. Go on and meet her."
Excitedly, Thomas jumps up and hugs her expecting his father to join, but as he looks back, he sees the man crouching low with his hands in his face, the stick burning out next to him.
"Come on, Tommy." His mother's voice chimes, coaxing him away, further away until he couldn't see his father anymore.