O.K. I'm officially back so any way here is the prologue to a new story if a get just five good reviews I'll right Chapter 1 so yeah please tell me what you think.
Heather sat up quickly in bed, the covers sticking to her sweat drenched skin, her breathing heavy and labored, she shook violently with panic. "Get away!" she screamed at the top of her lungs, shielding her face with her hands, the same dream has been haunting her for the past seven years.
The same man with the white blood stained apron haunted her nights, chasing her but never quite catching her, chasing her through "The other world", she could never see his face, his face eluded her in her dreams. Always saying he'll "catch her", that "no one escapes Silent Hill", Heather knows he is right, the dream proves it, the nightmares from that place will last a life time. "It's just a dream." she told herself over and over again and eventually the shaking subsided, taking deep breaths she looked up from her hands to her bedroom door, a muffled noise caught her attention.
It sounded as though some one was dragging something through her house, it was pitch black in her room but the hallway light was on even though she had turned it off. The light streamed under her bedroom door and she stayed in silence looking at it for a long time, she threw her covers to one side when a shadow blackened out the light for only a few seconds.
Some ones in my fucking house!She thought to herself, she had killed many horrific beings in Silent Hill, so some punk trying to rob her house is going to get his ass kicked. The dragging stopped and some one was standing in front of her door, the door blew down and light streamed in blinding her, she could just make out a figure in the doorway. With no hesitation Heather jumped out of bed in her white t-shirt and black hot pants and punched as hard as she could at the figure, when her fist connected she felt as though she had punched a wall.
She backed up and her eyes began to adjust to the light, first she saw a blood stained garment, kind of like a skirt, a muscular torso and arms, then some kind of huge grotesque metal helmet bolted to the man's shoulders. Heather began shaking again, even though this was a different look, she knew he was the one that haunted her nightmares, she backed away slowly and hit her bed. Heather desperately tried to locate an exit but despaired when she saw he was blocking the only obvious exit, that's when she noticed the huge sword in the man's right hand, she gulped loudly as he lifted it into the air, she looked to the left to see her exit, Heather smirked as the man couldn't lift his sword, there was no room for him to attack.
Heather took the opportunity, she sprinted to the left and dived through her bedroom window, she realized a moment to late that she was on the second floor and hit the pavement with a thud hitting her head against the concrete. Glass shards rained down around her, she stood up slowly and groggily, shaking from side to side, she had cuts along her arms and a gash above her left eye, which was bleeding profusely.
Heather looked around and realized that she was back in the alternate reality, but she didn't have time to worry and she ran fast even though she had cut her feet on the glass shards she ran, ran as fast as she could. A thunderous roar could be heard echoing down the street as she disappeared into the fog.