Disclaimer: I do not own StarFox; Nintendo does. I do not own Valtiel, or Silent Hill; Konami does.

I do not own a certain char who will be named later; Mewlon does. Anything else, like monster concepts,

DO however, belong to me.

Yes, there WILL be later yaoi in the story, I know, but deal with it. I'm allowed to; and it doesn't

mean I'm gay, per sei; It just means I have an appreciation of the pairing. Hopefully, this story

is good for those of you who read it. I love the Silent Hill games, as well as the Star Fox games,

so, do not worry. Also, please do note: Krystal will NOT be featured, even as a mention, in this

fanfic, so, yeah, don't start cursing me out.

Story will be told in Fox's point of view.

Chapter One: The Call of the Damned

It was dark around me, only broken by the single beam of light emitted by the flashlight in my vest pocket... Wait,

'the flashlight in my vest pocket'? When did I get a flashlight...? Even stranger, I was holding something... A broken

gaffer? This is strange... When did I get this? I stared at it. The hooked end was what I held... It was made of wood,

with a rusty hook on the end of the three foot long shaft. How strange... Well, I decided not to put too much thought

into it; It was not worth the headache. Now, I began to examine my surroundings... I was in a circus tent of some sort,

but... there was just something bizarre about this place... It reeked of decay, the foul odors plagueing my sensitive

nose, and making me sick to my stomach.

I walked deeper into the tent, and my first step made me regret even walking forward... I stepped in something sticky,

and as I looked down, I gasped slightly, backing away, my heart nearly skipping a beat. It was blood, fresh blood at that,

and lots of it, like someone was recently butchered. There was a difficult, yet easy to notice trail leading deeper into the

gloom. It took a lot more courage than usual to walk forward, and follow this trail, but I was just too curious. For several

minutes, silence was my only companion. Nothing but the five feet of light in front of me broke the darkness. The next

sight to greet me, was indeed a grisly one, and it also brought the answer to the blood and stench; Almost like a sickening

exhibition show, three poles were set up, a corpse dangling from each one by the throat... What was so familiar about them...?

I tried to get closer, but... I just couldn't. The feeling of dread was too great, plus the smell was too horrible to describe. I backed away,

and then I heard it. A faint creaking, coupled with a low, muffled groan. I turned toward this quickly, readying the gaffer... Who knew

what that was...? A chill ran up my spine as I walked closer to the noise, and then I saw it... It stood a good six feet tall, and was a

slender creature, clad in a flesh-coloured robe, it's head twitching and shaking erratically as it groaned again. It's head... It had a hole at the top

with various stitches holding together deep lacerations across it. It's skin was pale; So very pale. The robe itself was nondescript; Save for some

sort of symbol behind each shoulderblade. The symbol was a circle, with three other circles inside of it, as well as various words in some bizarre

language written in between them. There were no sleeves in the robe, exposing it's muscular arms.

Each hand was covered in a crimson glove, the strange thing being that each glove's index and middle finger was fused together. It's back was

to me, and it was slowly turning a valve of some sort in it's left hand. It's right hand was grasping a cross of some sort as it turned the valve.

"Who are you...? And what are you doing?" I don't know why I said it, but I did. The creature slowly stopped turning the valve, and it turned it's

head slightly, before pointing at me. "...What are you...?" I heard footsteps, soft, and slow. Blinking I gazed back, keeping wary of the

creature behind me. When I turned around, I felt intense pain as something penetrated my chest. I let out a scream, both in agony,

and in surprise. I was lifted, and my flashlight dropped. I could see bandaged feet, but that was it. As I was lifted up, my vision began blurring, and

I coughed up a bit of blood, before I felt myself getting cut into again...

I shot up in my bed with a start, breathing heavily. A cold sweat had started up, and now I was wondering what the HELL happened. I gazed around at

my familiar surroundings. My room, in and of itself, was nondescript, only a picture or two on my walls. I clicked on my light, and rubbed my eyes

before looking at my clock. "...six o'clock? Damn... It's earlier than I thought..." I muttered. I rolled out of bed, clad only in a pair of red flannel boxers

at the present moment and time. I decided to get out, and use the restroom. Upon coming back in, I saw it... a single piece of paper on the bed-side table,

sloppily written in pen, the name 'Silent Hill'...

End Chapter

Sorry for the boring first chapter, and the shortness of it, too. Hehe,Chapter 2, I promise, will have more in it, and be longer.

Heh, please do drop a review.