A/N: I'M BAAAAAAAAAACK! Did you guys miss me? Just kidding; welcome to the second and final part of the Promise storyline.
Yes, I did intend for a two parter. Whereas the first Promise took place only in PPTH, this one will be alternating between the hospital and the town of Silent Hill, to keep the House MD spirit alive! I also intend to make the puzzles more sadistic, the monsters as creepy and disturbing and the story with the twists and turns you, the reader, liked about the first one. Let's get started, shall we? Reviews are most welcome!
DISCLAIMER: Wilson (c) FOX, The Town (c) KONAMI
I Regaining Consciousness
"I love this place ever since I was little…I wish I could come back here, with you." "You want come back here again?"
"Yes."
"Ok then, we'll be back, I promise."
The faint sound of a dying car rung into James Wilson's ears while his hands felt around what seemed like wet earth. His wrist was numbing, probably even broken; eyes shut with lulling laziness that comes after severe trauma. As he restored his sight, the smell of car exhaust and oil took over his senses. Once he got up, the oncologist found himself surrounded by smoke, luscious oaks and an impenetrable fog.
"Anyone there?" Wilson yelled out as he followed the trail of airborne cinders. After three minutes of stumbling along the shrouded trails, he found a burning car crashed into a solid oak tree. The doctor swept away some of the fumes and quickly assumed he had experienced an accident yet something didn't quite make sense.
If I were driving, I'd be flung outwards from the left side…Wilson thought as he attempted to recognize the car. The charring remains were almost nameless until he spotted a logo. "This isn't my car." He realized, this wasn't his Volvo but some other automobile that was now unrecognizable. He then scanned the environment; a thick forest that seemed endless and impenetrable due in part to the unrelenting fog. The doctor did however find the tire tracks that started up a small hill and ended in the crash.
"Might as well get up there and look for help." Wilson said to himself as he bandaged his wound. That's when he noticed he was still wearing his work clothes, as if this little side trip had interfered with his daily routine. "This is weird."
After two or three minutes of climbing, Wilson finally made it to the main road. Like the forest below, the wide street looked without beginning or end thanks to the atmospheric phenomenon. The doctor also found it desolate and ominous, no traffic nor human activity, just him and the cindering remains of what could had been his ride.
"HELLO? ANYONE THERE?" Wilson yelled out without response before deciding his next course of action. Hitching a ride is apparently out of the question so I should just follow the road east…he reasoned as he abandoned the crash and began walking.
The sense of oppression was magnified tenfold as every step sounded like too, as if the doctor was followed. He spun around but only road and fog greeted him; nothing was trailing him. After one and half grueling hours of walking down the eerily winding main street, Wilson spotted a road sign in the distance. "Finally!" he exclaimed as adrenaline fueled him along. Once he was there, he caught his breath before giving the signal a look. In rotting whitewashed wood read "WELCOME TO SILENT HILL, VA"
"Silent Hill?" Wilson read out loud, mesmerized at how far away he actually was from Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital. Virginia was extraordinarily out of his normal routine back in New Jersey and he couldn't remember anyone that would require him to be there. The oncologist scratched his head; there had to be some mistake.
Why the hell am I here? Wilson tried to reason. The moment the thought ran through his mind, the doctor felt slightly woozy. Once he regained composure, he decided to venture into the town named Silent Hill; maybe someone could help.