A/N: Okay, I don't usually make author's notes, but I think they're useful. =D Okay, so, Alex is my second favorite protagonist in Silent Hill, and I thought I'd make a fanfic for him. This is my second ever fanfic, and I think this one is far worse than the first, but it's "purer" or so to speak. I hope you enjoy, despite my mistakes and whatnot. It may seem a little stupid, but I hope you'll review no matter what. Even it sucks [which it probably does], a review can help me improve it. (By this time, I've already finished the second and third chapters, so read and review if you please!)

Prisoners of War

One

A Small World

I was walking down the road trying to catch a hitch when a trucker stopped for me. He was heading the opposite way, so I was going to just tell him not to bother, but he seemed to be able to guess where I was headed.

"Going to Shepherd's Glen?" he called, opening the passenger seat door. I nodded, smiling at him. It was times like these that made me glad I kept a combat knife on me. I climbed into the seat and brushed my hair out of my face.

"How'd you know where I was headed?" I asked the trucker as I shut my door.

"I had a young man headed the same way not ten minutes ago. Travis Grady's the name," he told me, holding his hand out as he started the truck. I took it, shaking it roughly like a man. "Damn, you've got a strong grip for a girl."

"'S what the army does to you, friend. I'm Alexandra." I smiled at Travis, and when I opened my eyes again, he was stunned.

"Alexandra? Army?" I looked at him strangely.

"Yeah, I... just got discharged... Why?" This made him even more excited.

Making an illegal U-turn, he said,"The guy I got in here not so long ago was just discharged from the army. His name was Alex, and he had brown hair and brown eyes, just like you. You remind me a lot of him, but it's a lot more than just me. Your names and backgrounds seem to match, too." I smiled, hoping I'd see Alex. I'd never been to Shepherd's Glen before, but I wanted to see it. They'd never let me go there as a child. When I left, people were angry, saying I should've stayed and become a "religious official." I wasn't stupid. I knew that they just dubbed religious enforcer as "religious official." You don't mess with the Order. The Order is forceful, and they will kill you if you don't believe in our- no, THEIR- God. God, to them, is a woman who wants to use their land as the Sacred Land.

But... Silent Hill was... blissful. I know a lot of innocent people met their fates there, but... I was loved... I loved people there... I had so many great memories. I planned to ride a boat from Shepherd's Glen to Silent Hill as soon as I'd satisfied my curiosity for the town.

It was a shock when Travis stopped the truck in front of the Shepherd's Glen welcome sign. I opened my door as if I'd seen the sign coming up on us, as if I hadn't been remembering those blissful days playing in the fields and playgrounds in Silent Hill. Travis caught my arm on the way out and looked as if he wanted to tell me something so badly but knew he couldn't. I sat back down.

"What?" I asked, concerned.

"It's just... You probably... You should probably be careful, okay? I hope you pass that Alex guy on your way through town." He laughed as if he thought it inevitable, as if everyone knew for certain that I'd meet this Alex. Before I got out, I leaned over and kissed Travis' unkempt face and said goodbye. He laughed, telling me I was a nice young girl. Before I shut the door, I waved at him.

"Good luck, soldier," he said, saluting me and laughing. I did the same, giggling at him. I watched the truck make another U-turn, this time going the opposite direction. I felt my heart drop as I turned around. I almost dropped to my knees. The place looked exactly like Silent Hill, the fog, the eerie blue light, all of it was just like photos I'd seen of Silent Hill, only, apparently, Shepherd's Glen wasn't supposed to be like this. I dropped my shoulder bag on the ground in frustration.

There was something there, though, that Silent Hill hadn't had for years- a person. I picked my bag up and ran over to him. He had a bloody knife in his hand, so I stayed back a little.

"What's going on? Are you okay?" I asked, trying not to come off as worried. It was a brunnette with a green jacket on. "I'm Alexandra you can call me Alex." This made the guy laugh, and I could tell who it was. "Oh, my God! Alex?" He slowly stopped laughing to talk to me.

"We've met?"

"No, not before. I just hitched a ride on the same truck as you! You were in the army, right?" I laughed.

"Yeah, you?"

"Yeah!"

"Small world we live in, Alexandra." He chuckled when he said my name. I smiled, blushing. He was cute. I still wondered about the knife. I looked at cautiously. Alex saw me. "It's... not what you think. Weird things are going on here. I still don't know what it is... I was just trying to get home. Would you... would you like to come with me?" He stammered for the right words, blushing as he spoke. I giggled at him.

"Sure. Nothing cuter than a soldier with a bloody knife," I said, laughing and walking to his side. He smiled down at the knife. We walked, side-by-side down an alley lined with a tall, wooden fence, laughing and talking until we got to his house. He stopped at the arch in the yard and spoke.

"It still holds memories..." he said, pushing his hair back. I smiled at the cute soldier next to me with is hand on his forehead. My shirt was thin, so I shivered in the foggy coolness of the afternoon. Alex wrapped me in a one-armed hug, and it shocked me.

Laughing, he said, "Cold?" I smiled up at him.

"Yeah, I am," I told him. "If we could just get inside..." I let him lead me up the steps. He'd let go of me by now. He opened the door and held it open behind him for me to catch. I caught it, and he walked into his childhood home, calling for his family.

"Mom? Dad?... Josh?... Hm, no one's home..." He turned and looked at the stairs to the left of the door. He walked up, trailing his hand along the dusty, finished wood. I walked up behind him, looked overhead at the beautiful, large, glass chandelier attatched to the ceiling. We moved slowly up the stairs as Alex relived childhood memories. Walking into the hallway, he sighed and turned the corner. To our left was a door which he opened.

Indside was what appeared to be a child's room with a bunk bed, some toys, and army posters. I looked down and to my right at a hole in the floor. Alex bagan wandering about the room, trailing his beautiful hands along long-untouched items. I assumed that this was his and his brother's room as a child. I walked over and looked at the bunk bed. I remembered what Alex had told me of his brother and wondered what he was like. Turning to Alex, I asked if it was alright to lie down. He said it was, so I gently got down on the bed and tied my shirt back with a hair band from my purse.

Alex turned back towards me and smiled. I propped my head up with my hand and patted the bed next to me with my free hand. He walked over and sat next to me. I ran my hand through my hair and sat up behind him.

"You look tense, Alex," I said. "You want me to rub you back?"

"That would be nice... Yeah." He sighed and slouched. I put my hands on his shoulders, but his jacket was too thick.

"Alex, will you take your jacket and shirt off?... Oh, no, that sounded wrong. I meant strictly JUST so you could feel the massage." He laughed and did as I'd suggested. I rested my hands on his firm shoulders again. I began to massage his tense back, and he sighed and cracked his back several times. I moved down his back, slowly. It brought back memories of when my mother would do almost the same thing. I began to sing, without even wanting to, a song she always sang in the kitchen each morning.

As I went down to the river to pray,

Studying about that good old way,

And who shall wear the robe and crown, GoodLord,

Show me the way.

Oh, brothers, let's go down.

Let's go down. C'mon down.

Oh, brothers, let's go down,

Down to the river to pray...

I finished through the next verse as I worked up and down Alex's back with my hands.I closed my eyes as I sang to the memory of my child self in my head, forgetting about Alex's flesh sitting exposed in front of me, forgetting that I was moving my hands around Alex's back. As I came gently out of my stupor, Alex chuckled softly.

"You sing so well... I'm crying." I felt my heart melt. No one had ever told me that.

"Alex, do... do you think that... honestly?"

"Of course. You gotta see me crying to prove it?" I laughed, moving my hands slower, lower, feeling close and comfortable with Alex.

"My mother used to sing that song in the kitchen every morning... I remember that it was so peaceful in the mornings..." I kept moving lower and lower. Pretty soon I had my hands on Alex's hips, and he turned to face me, his eyes red from tearing up. Then, unexpectedly, he kissed me. I gasped, and he put his hand on the back of my head. He pressed my face into his, forcing me to cooperate. I hadn't expected it turn out like this. I didn't mean to turn him on or whatever.

Alex slipped his tounge inside my mouth, and I teared up. My face turned hot and red, and Alex still demanded me to keep it up. I started crying, and he finally quit, pulling himself violently from the bed. Alex was panting, and I don't think he even knew what he was doing.

"Oh, my God, I'm... so sorry, Alexandra. I was just... caught in the moment." I wiped the tears calmly from my face, swallowing the saliva in my mouth that wasn't mine, and it made me cringe.

"That's... perfectly okay. I completely understand, Alex... Please," I said, walking over to him. "Let this go. Don't beat yourself up over it. Worse things have happened, I'm sure." I smiled weakly, my heart racing. I put my hand on his shoulder. "Please..." I pleaded, weakly. My eyes were filled with desperation as I stared into his face, begging him silently to just keep being my friend. Alex's face loosened up into a smile as he gently removed my hand from his warm, bare shoulder.

"Yeah, I guess... You made me feel a ton better." He chuckled, walking over to the door. "You know... I'd like to hear you sing again someday... Your voice is a powerful thing, obviously." He paused in the doorway for a minute before he left into the hallway and started off down the stairs. I followed him down, and he stopped at the bottom of the stairs, following a trail of water from the basement to the living with his eyes.

At the end of the trail sat a woman in a rocking chair. Alex walked down the trail of water, and I followed him, reaching in my pocket and pulling out my knife. When Alex had come right up on the rocking lady, he muttered one word at her.

"Mom," he said as Lillian kept rocking. Slowly, Lillian stopped her chair, turning her head towards Alex and me. They both talked about Josh and Adam, Alex's dad, for a while. As it turns out, Adam was out looking for Joshua, and there was something bad going on in the basement. Noises were coming up the stairs and floating into the living room. Alex took Lillian's gun, and we started off down the basement stairs to take care of that problem down there. Alex had promised to find Josh and Adam, and I had decided to do everything with him, even if that meant putting myself in harm's way like this.

I clutched my knife tightly in my right hand as we started moving into water. Lillian had been down there. That's why her dress was wet and there was a trail of water across the floor. We stopped when the water was about waist-deep and looked around. Something stirred to our left, so I walked over to it. Slowly, I moved closer to the rippling, bubbling water.

"J- Joshua?... I- I'm here to-" Just then, a thing, a "monster," leaped from underneath the surface of the water, lashing out at me with metal claws. I gasped and moved back, causing it to only make three gashes on my right cheek instead of spooning my face off like it had meant to. I fell back onto the floor, my blood falling into the water and swirling like a powder. My hand flew automatically to my face as Alex fumbled around with his gun, trying to get his aim on the thing lurking in the water.

The thing, the "Lurker" as I call it, only had a mouth that ran vertically down its face, no eyes, no nose... Just a mouth with sharp teeth. Other than that, its legs were bound together by some fleshy material or something, and it had three claws that looked like surgical equipment where its hands might have been had it possessed any. Alex killed it eventually, and he rushed over to me.

"Are you badly hurt?" He removed my hand from my face to study my wounds. They were deep, but I barely felt anything but a slight, annoying sting. Not nearly as painful as I'd imagined something like this being.

"Nope, I'm good," I said, grunting and standing. "I can barely feel it. It only stings a bit, and the bleeding will let up in a little while. It's nothing major." I wiped the blood from my hand on my shirt as Alex took my other hand.

"Be careful. I wanna hold your hand so you don't trip. Is that okay?"

"Sure, I don't care." I smiled and started wading through the water. As we passed the dead Lurker, Alex shot it a cautious look, hoping it wasn't still alive. He would grip my hand tighter and turn to hold me up every time I'd trip or loose my balance. Alex really cared about me. We walked to the water pump, but it was broken, so we had to go outside and retrieve the oil can from the garage. Only problem was that the oil was empty, so we had to wander through town until we found a truck we could get some oil from.

Upon returning to the Shepherd home, I saw that Lillian was not moving from her spot and thought that was strange. We had fought off more than a couple monsters, including some "Ferals" or dog-like monsters with no skin or eyes. We went back down to the basement and started the water pump. Alex reached down on the floor near the water pump and unlatched a safety latch on a door. He opened it slowly, and inside, there was a mannequin body suspended from the ceiling with a rope.

I stopped all movement as I remembered something odd. All I saw was a woman dangling from the ceiling by a rope looped around her neck. The woman's face was hidden by her black hair, but she wore a blue dress with a faded yellow apron. Confused, I stood there, wondering what that memory meant. Who was that odd woman with black hair? Did I know her or was it a movie or something? Alex looked back and tugged on my hand.

"You okay?" he asked, stepping closer.

"Yeah, I'm... fine... I just remembered something, but I'm not sure what it is." Alex looked at me with a worried expression. "I'm fine, really. It's nothing," I told him, patting his hand with my other hand. He smiled and said "okay." Wow... this sure is a world of coincidences...

A/N: How did you feel about this chapter? I think it's boring, persoanlly, but my opinion doesn't matter. Yours does, though! So, please review so I know what your opinion is, exactly. :3 Thank you!