Innocent Guilt
A Fan Fiction based off Silent Hill. By Invader-Zam4
Disclaimer: This story is fictional. Any similarities in real life is purely confidential. Silent Hill and all related trademarks is property of Konami. Please don't sue me, I don't have any money. The song in this story is "Harder to Breathe" By Maroon 5
Man, it feels like I've been driving for hours. I started driving around 7 o'clock in the morning. Now it's getting fucking dark. Wouldn't be too bad, if I wasn't in the middle of nowhere! My denims are starting to ride up my ass and my white shirt is even starting to get wet from my sweat. Man, I just smoked through my first pack of cigs. Good thing I always pack more than one pack. Hehe. Pack more than one pack, that's a good one. I put the last stick to my mouth, lit it, crumpled up the empty pack and threw it out the window...
I guess I should tell you about myself. The name's Jake. I'm 16 years old. I'm blue-eyed and brown haired. I don't look like some goddamn boy band, pretty boy, or bad boy though. My hair is styled to a simple crew cut. I think that muscles attract the ladies more than some pretty boy look. I'm pretty athletic actually, even though I smoke a lot. I love playing basketball and baseball. And...wait, what is this, a cheap date video? That's pretty much you need to know about me. Where am I going? Well, wouldn't you like to know? Actually, I would like to know too.
This all started a few weeks ago. My dad, he began acting a bit screwy. I heard him...talking in his sleep. I recorded what he was saying...
I pulled out my digital voice recorder. I felt the need to listen to it. Make me remember why the fuck that I was on this goddamn road trip. I played the file that contained my father's sleep monologue. It's pretty disturbing actually.
"No...Leave me alone...I don't want to go back there... I'm done with that place... Just leave me alone... Just let me live in peace. Why cant you leave me alone... (he starts sobbing lightly)...the silence of memories..."
This kind of disturbed me rather than comfort me. I needed to lighten the fucking mood. I felt like I was going into a haunted house. I turned the radio on. A funky rock band played...
How dare you say that my behavior is unacceptable
So condescending unnecessarily critical
I have the tendency of getting very physical
So watch your step cause if I do you'll need a miracle
You drain me dry and make me wonder why I'm even here
This Double Vision I was seeing is finally clear
You want to stay but you know very well I want you gone
Not fit to funkin' tread the ground that I'm walking on
When it gets cold outside and you got nobody to love
You'll understand what I mean when I say
There's no way we're gonna give up
And like a little girl cries in the face of a monster that lives in her dreams
Is there anyone out there cause it's getting harder and harder to breathe
Is there anyone out there cause it's getting harder and harder to breathe
I turned off the radio. A tunnel with a roadblock was up ahead. I slowed down my car and took a look at the sign. Crap, the road's been busted. How am I going to get there now? Man, and its so close too! I can already see it. Wait, stairs? What do you know, stairs going down there? How convenient. I guess I have to continue on foot from here. But first things first. I gotta stretch.
I got out of my car and extended my arms and legs. It's been a long drive. I needed to freshen up. I took a look around, what do ya know? A conveniently placed restroom on the side.
I washed up my face and took one long look at mirror. This should be the part when my reflection turns into a demon or something.
...
...
...
Whew. Man, I have got to stop watching all those horror flicks. They're messing with me. Honestly.
Man, I how did I get all the way here? In the middle of goddamn no where? I guess I have to remember why I'm here.
It all started a few weeks after my dad started talking in his sleep. He started acting even more screwy. Violent outbursts, manic-depressive, hearing things, we had to commit him to a mental ward. He was really losing it. He might have gone psycho and started killing people. It happened so fast. I was pretty upset. I guess I must have been overreacting. I guess sis was right after all...
"Jake, you are overreacting! I know your upset with what happened to dad, but this could actually be good for him! The stress of work must have finally gotten to him. A few weeks of tranquility will probably fix him right up!"
"No."
"What?"
"The stress aint what's getting to dad sis..."
"So what is?"
"I don't know. But what ever it is, it aint good. You've heard him talking in his sleep. Its like someone is messing with him..."
"Jake! Dad isn't exactly the most perfect person in the world! You know he's done some things that isn't really Christian! I know him longer than you do and I tell you, the things he's done were real bad..."
I couldn't take it any more.
"SHUT UP! I KNOW ABOUT THE THINGS DAD DID! AT LEAST HE ADMITS WHAT HE'S DONE AND THAT HE'S SORRY. NOW, I KNOW THAT SOMEONE OR SOMETHING IS MESSING WITH HIM. I DON'T KNOW HOW, I DON'T KNOW WHY, BUT I INTEND TO FIND OUT!"
"Jake..."
Man, I guess I was a bit too hard on her. I guess I'm just really close to dad. After all, I aint in anyway related to him and he was never obliged to take care of me, but he did.
But, my instincts really tell me that something is up. The problem was, I only had one clue. As I walked back to the car, I thought that I should get some things before I left.
A Flashlight. The mist that was swirling around there looked pretty thick. It might be hard for me to get around. I wore my favorite green press jacket and put the flashlight in one of the pockets.
The other pack of cigs I brought. I can't go on for a few hours without a stick. Who knows? They might come in handy.
My lighter. Well, it be stupid if you have a pack a cigs and not have a lighter. I mean, what are you going to do? Plant em? The gas was running low though...
A map of the place. Dad had been here. He never talked about it that much. Weird. I wonder why he scribbled all over the map with red marker? Then I remembered something. Something really important. He said that this place was pretty dangerous.
A Colt .45. Don't ask me how or why I got this in my glove compartment. Why do I need this? I guess there could be a couple of punks who think they can scare me off with a couple of threats. A good bullet should make these jackasses shut the fuck up. I ain't no sadistic killer though. But I know what it takes to get by in this world. Packin' a little heat never hurt.
There was one last thing I thought I might need.
My knife. Hey, guns run out of bullets right? This is for those sons of bitches that aint worth spending bullets on. Great! It's still pretty sharp.
Well, I suppose that's it. I guess I don't need anything else. Might as well ask around the bar for someone who knew my father. Then I'll pick it up from there. Weird, the place seems really quiet. I don't even see lights on. Everyone asleep? Probably. These folks probably are scared shit of the dark. Haha. Losers. Well, I aint getting any younger. Time to go.
"Jake...what are you going to do?"
"Laura...where is Silent Hill?"
Prologue Ends
Author notes: Well, I suppose you know who Jake's father is by now eh? I obviously followed the ending where James leaves with Laura. I'm following the plot analysis that President Evil made on Silent Hill 2, which can be found in gameFAQS.com. I'm basing my story off his analysis. If you haven't read it, you might have a hard time understanding the later chapters. Tell me what you think! This is my first dark fic so please be kind. In the next chapter: Jake finds out why James said the town was "dangerous."
A Fan Fiction based off Silent Hill. By Invader-Zam4
Disclaimer: This story is fictional. Any similarities in real life is purely confidential. Silent Hill and all related trademarks is property of Konami. Please don't sue me, I don't have any money. The song in this story is "Harder to Breathe" By Maroon 5
Man, it feels like I've been driving for hours. I started driving around 7 o'clock in the morning. Now it's getting fucking dark. Wouldn't be too bad, if I wasn't in the middle of nowhere! My denims are starting to ride up my ass and my white shirt is even starting to get wet from my sweat. Man, I just smoked through my first pack of cigs. Good thing I always pack more than one pack. Hehe. Pack more than one pack, that's a good one. I put the last stick to my mouth, lit it, crumpled up the empty pack and threw it out the window...
I guess I should tell you about myself. The name's Jake. I'm 16 years old. I'm blue-eyed and brown haired. I don't look like some goddamn boy band, pretty boy, or bad boy though. My hair is styled to a simple crew cut. I think that muscles attract the ladies more than some pretty boy look. I'm pretty athletic actually, even though I smoke a lot. I love playing basketball and baseball. And...wait, what is this, a cheap date video? That's pretty much you need to know about me. Where am I going? Well, wouldn't you like to know? Actually, I would like to know too.
This all started a few weeks ago. My dad, he began acting a bit screwy. I heard him...talking in his sleep. I recorded what he was saying...
I pulled out my digital voice recorder. I felt the need to listen to it. Make me remember why the fuck that I was on this goddamn road trip. I played the file that contained my father's sleep monologue. It's pretty disturbing actually.
"No...Leave me alone...I don't want to go back there... I'm done with that place... Just leave me alone... Just let me live in peace. Why cant you leave me alone... (he starts sobbing lightly)...the silence of memories..."
This kind of disturbed me rather than comfort me. I needed to lighten the fucking mood. I felt like I was going into a haunted house. I turned the radio on. A funky rock band played...
How dare you say that my behavior is unacceptable
So condescending unnecessarily critical
I have the tendency of getting very physical
So watch your step cause if I do you'll need a miracle
You drain me dry and make me wonder why I'm even here
This Double Vision I was seeing is finally clear
You want to stay but you know very well I want you gone
Not fit to funkin' tread the ground that I'm walking on
When it gets cold outside and you got nobody to love
You'll understand what I mean when I say
There's no way we're gonna give up
And like a little girl cries in the face of a monster that lives in her dreams
Is there anyone out there cause it's getting harder and harder to breathe
Is there anyone out there cause it's getting harder and harder to breathe
I turned off the radio. A tunnel with a roadblock was up ahead. I slowed down my car and took a look at the sign. Crap, the road's been busted. How am I going to get there now? Man, and its so close too! I can already see it. Wait, stairs? What do you know, stairs going down there? How convenient. I guess I have to continue on foot from here. But first things first. I gotta stretch.
I got out of my car and extended my arms and legs. It's been a long drive. I needed to freshen up. I took a look around, what do ya know? A conveniently placed restroom on the side.
I washed up my face and took one long look at mirror. This should be the part when my reflection turns into a demon or something.
...
...
...
Whew. Man, I have got to stop watching all those horror flicks. They're messing with me. Honestly.
Man, I how did I get all the way here? In the middle of goddamn no where? I guess I have to remember why I'm here.
It all started a few weeks after my dad started talking in his sleep. He started acting even more screwy. Violent outbursts, manic-depressive, hearing things, we had to commit him to a mental ward. He was really losing it. He might have gone psycho and started killing people. It happened so fast. I was pretty upset. I guess I must have been overreacting. I guess sis was right after all...
"Jake, you are overreacting! I know your upset with what happened to dad, but this could actually be good for him! The stress of work must have finally gotten to him. A few weeks of tranquility will probably fix him right up!"
"No."
"What?"
"The stress aint what's getting to dad sis..."
"So what is?"
"I don't know. But what ever it is, it aint good. You've heard him talking in his sleep. Its like someone is messing with him..."
"Jake! Dad isn't exactly the most perfect person in the world! You know he's done some things that isn't really Christian! I know him longer than you do and I tell you, the things he's done were real bad..."
I couldn't take it any more.
"SHUT UP! I KNOW ABOUT THE THINGS DAD DID! AT LEAST HE ADMITS WHAT HE'S DONE AND THAT HE'S SORRY. NOW, I KNOW THAT SOMEONE OR SOMETHING IS MESSING WITH HIM. I DON'T KNOW HOW, I DON'T KNOW WHY, BUT I INTEND TO FIND OUT!"
"Jake..."
Man, I guess I was a bit too hard on her. I guess I'm just really close to dad. After all, I aint in anyway related to him and he was never obliged to take care of me, but he did.
But, my instincts really tell me that something is up. The problem was, I only had one clue. As I walked back to the car, I thought that I should get some things before I left.
A Flashlight. The mist that was swirling around there looked pretty thick. It might be hard for me to get around. I wore my favorite green press jacket and put the flashlight in one of the pockets.
The other pack of cigs I brought. I can't go on for a few hours without a stick. Who knows? They might come in handy.
My lighter. Well, it be stupid if you have a pack a cigs and not have a lighter. I mean, what are you going to do? Plant em? The gas was running low though...
A map of the place. Dad had been here. He never talked about it that much. Weird. I wonder why he scribbled all over the map with red marker? Then I remembered something. Something really important. He said that this place was pretty dangerous.
A Colt .45. Don't ask me how or why I got this in my glove compartment. Why do I need this? I guess there could be a couple of punks who think they can scare me off with a couple of threats. A good bullet should make these jackasses shut the fuck up. I ain't no sadistic killer though. But I know what it takes to get by in this world. Packin' a little heat never hurt.
There was one last thing I thought I might need.
My knife. Hey, guns run out of bullets right? This is for those sons of bitches that aint worth spending bullets on. Great! It's still pretty sharp.
Well, I suppose that's it. I guess I don't need anything else. Might as well ask around the bar for someone who knew my father. Then I'll pick it up from there. Weird, the place seems really quiet. I don't even see lights on. Everyone asleep? Probably. These folks probably are scared shit of the dark. Haha. Losers. Well, I aint getting any younger. Time to go.
"Jake...what are you going to do?"
"Laura...where is Silent Hill?"
Prologue Ends
Author notes: Well, I suppose you know who Jake's father is by now eh? I obviously followed the ending where James leaves with Laura. I'm following the plot analysis that President Evil made on Silent Hill 2, which can be found in gameFAQS.com. I'm basing my story off his analysis. If you haven't read it, you might have a hard time understanding the later chapters. Tell me what you think! This is my first dark fic so please be kind. In the next chapter: Jake finds out why James said the town was "dangerous."