Silent Hill: Coming Home

Chapter 1: Flipped Out

"Shit man, you just missed the turn off again!" exclaimed a cocky young man smoking a cigarette from the back seat, "pay attention to the fuckin' road!"

"Shut up Jake, you're not the one whose been driving all day," replied a young man wearily from the driver's seat of a navy blue van.

Evan, the driver, was a simplistic young man who was in college. He wore a pair of blue jeans and a red T-shirt with a green unbuttoned shirt over it. His short brown hair was nicely combed, unlike Jake's whose was long blonde and very wavy. Jake too wore a pair of blue jeans and wore a shirt that was gray and ragged. To cover it up he had on a gray jacket.

Also inside the van were five other people. In the back seat, two lovers were making out with one another. The guy had gotten to the point where the girl was wearing only a bra and pants. "Oh hell ya, get it on!" watched Jake as the guy who was kissing the girl stopped.

He was Hispanic, had long black hair, which was pinned up in a ponytail. He was very nicely dressed, black pants and white shirt with a black unbuttoned coat. It was easily noticed the man seemed to work good with the ladies. "Eh culo! How bout you keep your eyes to yourself!" hissed Raul as he turned back his head to Jake who had a grin on his face. Raul gave him a glare and then returned back to making out with Marisa. Jake smiled and slowly turned back to the front.

Marisa was a young outgoing woman. She was tan and very beautiful. Her blonde hair flowed down to her shoulders and the blouse she had been wearing throughout the trip was red with small yellow stars on the edge of the shirt. She wore skintight jeans that were black.

"Hey Jake! Just because you can't get any action of your own doesn't mean you gotta watch other people do it," laughed a woman from the front passenger seat.

Sarah was Evan's girlfriend. She was slim and her long blonde hair was in a ponytail. For clothing, Sarah wore a black tank top with tiny silver diamond-shaped designs scattered. She covered it with a unzipped white jacket. She wore a pair of light blue jeans.

"Shut up Sarah!" sneered Jake looking out the window as he took a drink out of a bottle of beer and blew a drag from his cigarette. Jake looked to his left and saw Jessie. She was slim, had short brown hair and blue eyes. A dark red shirt covered the top part of her body with a long-sleeved black shirt beneath it. Black pants rested on Jessie's legs. "So…Jessie, you gonna ever hook up with me anytime soon," grinned Jake sucking back his beer.

"Never did the thought cross my mind," smiled Jessie looking away from Jake.

"Don't even think about trying to make a move on my sister Jake!" spoke Evan from the driver seat.

Listening to Evan, Jake answered, "No problem dude."

In the far back, the trunk, a guy had short buzz cut of blonde hair and was wearing a black hoodie and jeans. He had tattoos around his arms and was usually in a bad attitude. Seeing as the back was the only flat area inside the van, Kyle chose to try and get some sleep there.

Time flew. After sitting in the car for sometime, Marisa asked, "Hey Evan, you mind pulling over in the next town? Gotta pee." Evan nodded. About thirty minutes passed by; they reached a town named Brahms. It was a small town with few family own businesses. Evan drove a minute or two around the town, and pulled in the van at a local gas station. He began refilling the tank while the others went off to use the restrooms or stretch their legs, except Kyle. He was asleep in the back.

"Hey sweetie, how much further till we reach home?" asked Sarah as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Evan leaned up against the van as Sarah gently gave him a kiss.

"Um, I think it'll be a few more hours-if we hadn't been held up earlier cause of your brother-we'd be there by now," griped Evan as Sarah rolled her eyes at him. Evan looked at how much more the tank needed and it was about fifteen dollars.

"Look Evan, I know my brother's got some…issues. But please Ev, just be nice with him. I just need you two to try to get along, okay?" asked Sarah as her bright blue eyes looked into Evan's, "it might earn you a treat later." Evan smiled.

"Will it." Evan kissed Sarah. Suddenly the nozzle made a click, interrupting the two. Evan frowned as he pulled Sarah away to put the nozzle up. He checked the price of the gas, fifty-seven dollars and fifty-eight cents. "Be right back," told Evan as he walked into the gas station to pay the cashier for the gas.

"Hey Jake you got a dollar I can borrow?" asked Evan as he looked over at Jake who was looking at some energy drinks. Patiently, Evan waited at the cashier's counter for Jake to reply back.

"Here, there's my contribution to gas pay," said Jake, handing him a dollar and then walking over to where the magazine racks were.

"Have a goodnight sir," spoke the cashier as Evan walked out of the gas station carrying some items in his right hand. He looked at the van and saw Sarah kindly waiting to get a move on. She sat in silence, had placed her head on the window of her door and looked to be dazing off to sleep. Evan quietly came closer to the door and quickly opened it freaking Sarah. Before she could fall out, Evan caught her. He looked at her in the eyes and spoke, "Miss me?"

"Ass."

"Hey, I don't want to be the only one left awake on this trip!" exclaimed Evan letting Sarah up onto her feet, "besides thought you might be a little thirsty." Evan handed her a bottle of coke that he held in his right hand. She leaned up against the sidede of the van and took the coke from Evan's hands.

"And who's the Snickers for?" questioned Sarah twisting the cap off her coke.

"Me."

Sarah gasped. "Didn't get me one!"

"Ah here, I was just playing," said Evan handing Sarah the snickers, "got it for you anyways."

"How sweet," she smiled, and then began tearing the wrapper off the snicker bar and pulled it apart, creating two halves. "Here." She handed him one half and kept the other.

"Will you two stop flirting, damn, can't get some sleep even when Jake's not fucking around here?" grumbled Kyle from the trunk.

After another five minutes, the group left the gas station and was back on the road again. Evan started to pick up some speed, the road was entirely clear. As soon as he broke over the speed limit, the wailing of distant sirens followed them. Flashes of red and blue lights trailed with the sirens.

"You got to be kidding me!" groaned Evan as he slowly pulled over to the side of the rode. The others in the van jolted forward and looked at Evan to see what was going on. As the cop pulled over Kyle slowly leaned forward.

"Evan, what the hell did you do?" questioned Kyle as Evan through his hand up not giving an answer. "Shit man drive! I can't be seen by the cops!" reminded Kyle to Evan. Evan looked in his side mirror and saw a male cop step outside of his vehicle.

"Shit!"

"Evan, I'm asking you this nicely, push the fucking petal down and drive us the fuck away from this guy," told Kyle as Evan looked at him like he was crazy. The cop slowly came to the rear of the van, shining a flashlight at it. Kyle ducked down, trying not to be noticed. "Evan! Push the fucking gas now!" demanded Kyle. Evan freaking out suddenly slammed on the gas, jolting the van into a high speed.

"Evan what the hell are you doing!" yelled Sarah trying to get Evan's attention, as he was lead footing the gas. Evan made no effort to respond. He just wanted to lose the cop who was starting to catch up to them. "Evan pull over!"

"Don't Evan!" warned Kyle.

Evan continued. After about ten minutes of pursuit, he came across a sign of a town named: "Silent Hill." The turn for the town came closer and finally Evan jerked the car into the town's direction. He sped off looking into the rear view mirror that the cop had taken in the same path as Evan did. As Evan drew his eyes a from the mirror Sarah shouted, "Look out!" A young boy stood in the middle of Evan's direction. Evan turned the wheel, barely missing the boy, but suddenly everything blacked out for Evan. The van had lost control.

A gray light entered as his eyes opened. His hand rose to his head, touching a liquid substance, blood. He looked around at his surroundings; Sarah was missing. Raul and Marisa were unconscious in the back. Jake was moving slightly, but his eyes were closed. The van was flipped upside down. Evan unhooked his seatbelt and slowly he pulled himself out of the van, grazing his stomach against the broken glass.

Evan stood up and placed his hands over his head. He realized that he right now had a totaled vehicle, his girlfriend was missing, and his friends were severely hurt. Evan walked around his van to look at the damage and noticed the back was empty and the rear window was shattered. Kyle was missing too.

Evan then walked over to the passenger door and opened it. "Evan," grunted Jake who was laying on the roof of the van, "I…I, can't feel my right leg, I-I think it's broken!" Evan's eyes looked over at the leg, it seemed to be disfigured.

"Come on Jake, lets get you out," told Evan as he started to pull Jake out of the van. Jake cried as the shards of glass cut his flesh and of the movement his right leg made. Evan finally got Jake out and informed Jake that Sarah and Kyle were missing.

"So is Jessie," responded Jake as he tried to comfort his leg. "She wasn't seriously injured, bro. Pretty fuckin' lucky if you ask me. She told me she was gonna go get help," he explained.

"What about Sarah and Kyle?"

"I don't know, maybe Sarah did the same thing Jessie did, just didn't tell anyone or tried," spoke Jake as Evan looked away. He worried of Sarah, and where she could be. "I bet Kyle to have gotten outta the car when he could, bastard didn't even have a damn seat belt on."

Evan gazed at the foggy scenery. Never had he seen fog this dense. "How's Raul and Marisa?" asked Evan.

"Raul's pretty banged up but he'll live. Marisa on the other hand, she's bleeding pretty bad man," told Jake continuing to hold his leg.

Evan crawled into the van and checked both of his friends out to see their condition. Jake was right. Marisa was bleeding uncontrollably. Evan touched the wound, which was near her liver. The slim rod of the gear stick had pierced her body.

"Jesus Christ!" exclaimed Evan eyeing the wound. Suddenly, Raul's head began to twitch and his eyes briefly open. "Hey man you okay, can you move?" questioned Evan as Raul's face tensed.

"What happened?" muttered Raul. Before Evan could tell Raul, Raul interrupted, "Is Marisa alright?" Raul's head turned to her. Shock took over. Evan crawled out of the van to leave Raul with Marisa; he couldn't take it anymore.

"Jake, I'm gonna go check out the town and see if I can gather some help, you stay here with Raul and Marisa. Make sure they're okay and everything. I'm gonna see if I can find Sarah and the others while I'm in the town," told Evan as started to walk town the road.

Fog clouded Evan's sight. Slowly, the road revealed itself as he took steps toward the town. Deep in the distance, vaguely, Evan saw black objects. As he moved closer, a sign stood to his side, "Welcome to Silent Hill."

"Sarah! Kyle! Jessie!" called Evan as he entered the deserted town. No one answered. Dead silence echoed throughout the town. "Where could they be?"

"Hello?"

The door of a diner slowly pushed open. A pale woman entered the diner and began searching around for anyone. As she searched around a distant garbled noise wailed spontaneously throughout the diner. The sound had traveled from the end of the diner. The woman slowly dragged her feet to the end. She reached the end and the sound had begun to intensify. Her eyes wandered around looking at her surroundings. She noticed something obscure to her left side. The noise was coming from a small pocket radio.

"What the?" questioned the woman as she moved to the radio, which continued emitting loud static discharges. She grabbed the radio and turned the volume down. A sensation of peacefulness took over, relaxing the woman, causing her eyes to close.

Glass shattered; the woman's eyes opened wide. A young child stood at the other side of the diner. Dark black hair covered the boy's head. His neck was tilted toward the floor. Ragged clothing draped his body, and what got the woman's eyes mostly was the blood. Continuous galleons of blood plagued the floor, painting it dark red.

She looked at the boy as she took slow cautious steps. In her hands she clutched the screeching radio. The boy made no movement, only blood ran continuously out of his body. Five feet came between both the boy and the woman, all she had to do was slip by him and go out the door.

Her smooth palm touched the handle of the door, closing in to push the door open.

"Where you going Jessica," spoke the boy in an agitated tone, "don't leave me again! Jessica!"

"No. No, you're not real!" exclaimed Jessie as she turned around to look at the boy. He was now ten inches away from her. The boy's eyes had been gouged out, his throat slit, and now hundreds of cuts were revealed on his body; several fingers were missing as well.

"I'm as real as they come, Jessica."

"No! You're just my imagination!"

"No." The boy's lips formed a small grin. The boy then sunk into the floor, taking the blood with him like a bathtub does full of water.

"Darek," muttered Jessie.

"Is anybody listening to me! Someone!" yelled Evan walking along the empty streets of the town, "I was in an accident! Somebody!" No one recalled. Evan was alone. All that came to his mind was "Is Sarah all right?"

"How long has Evan been gone?" asked Raul from huddled over Marisa who was finally out of the van. Jake paid no attention; he just stared down the dense fogged road.

"Shit man, been three hours," responded Jake looking at Raul. Marisa began to cough up blood drawing Raul's attention once more. Marisa was awake but in great pain; constantly she moaned.

"He better get here soon, Marisa needs a doctor," told Raul looking over at Jake again. He had somehow leaned himself up against the car even with his broken leg. Jake stretched his arms, patiently waiting for Evan or one of the others to come back with help. "You think he'll come back?" asked Raul once more.

"It's Evan, he'll be back, or at least he'll try."

"Maybe someone's in this building?" spoke Evan quietly to himself. He walked through a fence, which led to an apartment building section. Evan walked to the front door of the building and slowly turned the knob, letting himself inside the building. It was dark, light fazed through the cracks of the boarded windows.