He spoke of tortured souls, so outrageous the toll.
You can lose all you have, he refused to give in.
To the town that takes all.
Survive, you must have the will. This movie doesn't end the way we want all the time
Then shouts at the moon!
She's gone, and fear has overcome.
He was walking the mile, he was walking alone.
The blue sedan sped along the highway on the dark, paved road. Wild flowers grew on the side; the ramp overlooked a nice view of rolling hills and a blue sky. It was, however, one heck of a fall. Funny how something could appear so much more different than what you'd notice on the first glance.
The car owner's long fingers were wrapped tightly around the steering wheel, weary eyes taking in the beautiful surroundings with vague appreciation. The corner of his mouth twitched at the song lyrics, the singer's deep voice lulled him to sleep a bit like a lullaby.
Some lullaby.
Leon snapped the button to his radio off. He hadn't realized how quiet it was out here. Nothing like the crowded streets of Washington. His car was the only one on the highway, and he was glad. After all the stress he had been through in the past week, he was on his last nerve. He was about to punch any guy who so much as turned his turning signal on at him. Sheesh.
I just need a vacation. Some quiet time.
He pressed down on the pedal a bit harder, eager to arrive faster. He was tired, he wanted some sleep. It wasn't ever day-or year-he got a vacation.
On the passenger's seat lay a brochure with the words Silent Hill printed neatly across the top. The brochure advertised a picture of a lake with a town on the other side. Toluca Lake, it read. James was excited, this place sounded so nice, a nice quiet town, no missions to disturb him, no zombies to tear him up.
These thoughts calmed him a bit. He flicked back on his radio; the next song didn't do much for him either.
I need a miracle, and not someone's charity!
One drop of love from him and my hearts in ecstasy!
The high that is sending me, is most likely ending me!
I need a miracle and not someone's charity now!
This time, the song brought on a more unpleasant feeling of disquiet in the car. His mind flashed back to Ada, holding a gun to his head, him handing her the sample.
Where do you stand Ada?
The agent was a puzzle to him. She helped him one minute; put a gun to his head the next. He felt mixed emotions to her. She was the enemy, she had sold her soul to the devil and American Agents never affiliated with the enemy, it was his duty to fight the bad, not invite them over for some tea!
She kissed me…
That was six years ago, why couldn't he forget? One kiss meant nothing, she had abandoned him plentiful times, she had threatened him. He was dumb if he believed that kissed meant anything, once a bitch, always a bitch. Always in red. He knew one thing, he either was in love with Ada, or hated her gut.
Leon sighed unhappily, shutting of the radio and pouting out the window. He suddenly didn't feel much like sleeping.
The sound of his cell ringing startled him from his thoughts. Balancing one hand on the wheel, he flipped open the cell.
"Hello?"
"Leon…"
It was Ashley. Leon was surprised, he didn't even know she had his number.
Her fathers the president, she probably has Area 51's number!
"Ashley? What's wrong?"
There was a pause on the other end. She sounded like she was crying…he heard her faintly sobbing and sniffling. Leon immediately sat up straight, his voice becoming more professional.
"Ashley…what's happening?"
He voice sounded shaky, she sounded even more tired Leon. "Something horrible has happened…"
Leon stopped the car, thankful there was no one else there to smash into him. "Did something happen? I'll turn right around. Come on Ashley, you have to tell me."
There was another lengthy pause. When Ashley spoke again, he voice sounded clogged, like she had a cold. "There's something in the fog."
"Ashley, what is it? Tell me?"
She was crying again. "Nothing will ever be right again! Salvation's at hand." There was a crackling, then Ashley's voice faded away. Leon sat in his car, confused, looking at his now dead phone. "What…?" He had charged it just before he left, it had been on four bars! It suddenly just dropped to zero. "Great."
With a frown, he shoved his phone into his jeans pocket.
Was she high?
He shook his head, worry creeping up him. He stepped on the pedal, driving forward.
He needed to get to town and call Ashley back. She had sounded really upset, almost hysterical, and he doubted it was because she missed him. He had no clue what she had been talking about, but he was going to find out.
It was getting late, he should arrive at the town. He could practically feel the bags beneath his worn eyes sag and knew he desperately needed to rest. He had just arrived back from Spain a week before with Ashley. It had been nothing but chaos since. Interrogations, restless dreams, he had pulled a gun at every shadow. He hadn't spoken to Ashley since than, though often wondered how she was holding up.
It was nearly dark, Leon didn't immediately think of putting on the headlights. Just as he flipped them on, something dark darted into the road. Leon had barely anytime to react, his fist thought was deer.
Shit.
Deer didn't stand on two feet; they didn't wear orange sweaters and skirts. Leon grunted, slammed his breaks down with speed, causing the car to stop dead, jolting him forward furiously. He was thrown forward, too startled to stop himself. His forehead kissed the steering wheel; he heard his forehead crack as he made contact. Warm blood gushed down from his head, his vision began to fade.
Ashley…
Leon caught a glimpse outside his window before passing out. His headlights were aimed perfectly in front of a large sign. Welcome to Silent Hill.
In his mind, the words formed as Silent Hell.
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