What makes a monster…
Chapter 1: arrival
He had to keep moving….he just had to. Though his legs ached and his lungs burned he knew he couldn't stop. He didn't know why, he just knew. Something was calling him. His arms hung limp at his sides, he didn't even have the energy to swing them anymore. And in his right hand lay the hook end of a crowbar, which dragged along the ground with a light grating noise. At least the noise was something, he thought, it was better than the silence at least. The whole time he had walked down this road he had heard nothing. Not any animals, not the wind rustling the trees, not even a car in the distance even though the road had split from the highway not to long ago. It was as if this land was dead, but still living. His legs decided to remind him of their presence by pulsating with another wave of pain that almost made him cry. Maybe he could rest for a minute. Just a bit, till he could catch his breath and his legs would stop feeling as if he was walking through coal. A symphony of pain that dwarfed his previous legs complaints exploded in his head at the thought of rest. This time he did cry, but he didn't stop walking. The pain would have been much worse if he did. He had to get to wherever this road led. If he didn't, he doubted that he would last the night. The only thing that kept him moving was the pain. It wouldn't let him stop for anything. And for now, he was a slave to its demands.
He walked for hours, into the night, though to the next day. The road seemed to go on forever but he didn't even stop for sleep. The silence drove on and the sound of the crowbar was his only companion. Eventually a fog started to drift in. He didn't pay it much mind. He dulled himself to his outside senses and just repeated a mantra in his head. 'Walk, walk, walk, walk, walk, walk, walk, walk, walk…" if he had been paying attention he would have noticed how the fog became smoke-like, and how it obscured everything. Even the large sign that he had just passed welcoming tourists to "Silent Hill" He kept walking numb to everything, until just like that, he collapsed. Like a puppet with its strings cut, he fell to the ground with a dull thud. The pain had stopped. He had reached where he was going. He instantly fell into s deep sleep.
She watched him collapse with a mental sigh. 'Why must they always pass out?'
She wondered as she instructed her power to lift him up. He was younger than most who came here, much younger. Still in his teens, how could his sins be so great as to draw him here? It didn't matter…nothing really mattered anymore. People came, people died. Punished by the manifestations of their own guilt and pain. She was once trapped here…it actually was her fault that this place was like this…Hers or her mothers. She was freed…or partially anyway. The good part of her soul lived on in Heather. But she was forever trapped here. To watch the perdition of the living damned. She sighed again and ordered her power to take him to the hospital. She followed, skipping along the ruined roads of the town that had burned her in more ways in one…She would watch him, he might turn out to be interesting. Besides, what else did she have to do anyway?
Yo! Wassup this is my second Silent hill fanfiction and this one is slightly different in plot…and in characters….and in writing style…ok F*** it. Its different. Anyway read and review, flames will be sent to Sparky for burni-I meant processing…yeah processing…lets leave it at that. Remember no flames, constructive criticism is allowed.