I don't own any of the Silent Hill entities. So yeah, there you go. All criticism is welcomed good or bad. Enjoy...

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He found himself walking around in a part of town that he had not seen before. This part of town seemed extremely dark with the exception of a few of the street lamps, though they were few and far between. It was cold out. There was a light drizzle. He stuffed his hands into his pockets for a little bit of warmth.

"Where the hell..." he said as he looked around.

His jaw began to hurt from the cold. He placed his hand on his jaw and began to massage the pain away.

"Fucking cold weather. I hate when th..." he stopped when he heard a distance footstep. "Hello!?"

He couldn't see that far from under the street lamp. The steps he heard were shuffling toward him. His curiosity got the best of him. He stood there waiting... for what? That he did not know.

His eyes widened. A creature at least seven feet tall appeared as it came closer to the street light. It seemed like a walking sack of sewn-up flesh. Its arms were slightly small in build, but its hands were fairly large. There weren't any fingers, but instead there were two large balls that made up for its missing appendages. Before he had time to move it swung its arm at him hitting him in the face. He fell to the ground.

He attempted to get up. He could feel the blood pouring from his nose. As he stood up groggily, he was hit behind the head again. His face slammed into the blacktop. He couldn't get up from the pain. He began to lose the feeling in his body. He opened his eyes. The street was gone, but the blood was still there.

"What's goin' on?"

He picked himself off of the cold concrete floor. His vision was blurry. His head hurt. He placed his hand up to his nose. It was still bleeding. His eyesight became more focused. He was in his room, but he didn't know where he was prior to getting up off the floor. He made his way to the door and headed into the bathroom. He flipped the light switch and gazed into the mirror. His mouth, chin, neck and upper chest were covered in blood. He turned on the faucet and placed his face near the spout.

'Why is the bleeding so bad this time... what happened?'

He tilted his head a little bit more. In doing so the blood rushed form the back of his nasal cavity and into his throat. He felt it as he picked his head up and coughed up blood all over the counter top and mirror.

He coughed again and a thin mist of blood sprayed out of his mouth. Time seemed as if it had slowed down. His vision had turned entirely red. He took his hands off the counter and look at them. They were covered in blood. He picked his hand up smearing it onto the left side of his face. He coughed again. "Anthony!" He looked around. This wasn't his house he was standing in. He let out another cough. "Anthony!"

'Who is that?'

He looked to the left. It was his friend from the college. Anthony coughed again and saw a hand lying on the floor. He wasn't sure if there was a body attached to it. He focused solely on the hand. He coughed again and fell back against the wall and slid down.

"Anthony! Son! Wake up!" His father shouted. His mom trailed in behind him.

He slowly came to. He yawned as his father knelt down by him. Anthony didn't realize he has on the floor until Marc helped him up. "Are you ok?"

Anthony nodded. He didn't care as long as he wound up back in bed. His father told him not to worry about the mess. "Clean yourself up and get back bed."

Anthony did notice his nose stopped bleeding. He smiled as he finished wiping off his chest. Anthony wandered back to his bedroom and closed the door behind him. He felt lightheaded from the blood lose he had sustained. He raised the covers and placed his head on the pillow. Anthony dozed off.

"Hello!" a little girl greeted him. "How have you been?"

Anthony looked at the girl and nodded... confused.

"You're not much for words anymore, are you? What happened?"

"People tend to change..." he answered hesitantly.

"Mmmm hmmm." she said looking at him.

'Anymore? Am I dreaming?'

Anthony turned around. He jumped. The little girl was standing in front of him batting her eyelashes. He stared back at her.

'I know who this is...'

His jaw began to hurt again. He massaged it gently. Anthony opened his eyes again. She was gone. He was lying in bed. The light seeped through the blinds. It was morning.