I don't know if a story like this has been done before…. This part is only the prologue and I never really intedned it to be posted on the internet before, because 'Silent Hill' is one of those kind of video games that –if presented badly, - totally ruins the credibility of the story. In my time, I've read a lot of really believable fanfiction, but they've been few and far between and you can't really tell what this story's going to be all aboutfrom just the proglouge unless you're sharper than a tac. . . .

There are some things you NEED TO KNOW to get this fic:

1: The Maria ending occurred. (I personally wished the 'leave' ending would occur, seeing how it's the closest thing to a happy ending, if you think not, go onto point 2)

2: You need to know about 'Born from a wish', a sub game in which you play as Maria, which hints heavily as to her 'origin' (and how that relates to point 1; well, you'ld know by now... If you've played Silent Hill 4, i've heard the 'in Water' ending occured... and to be honest, it doesnt really suprise me. Silent Hill 2 was a damned miserable game...)

3: You need to know roughly about the sub plots of Silent Hill. If you're the type of player who ran through the game and then went 'omfg, y'd jaymes d00 th?' rather than actually paying attention to what's going on with that crazy rhetorically subplots that Silent Hill 2 seems to be full of, you might struggle… or you might not… depends on the kind of person you are.

4: If in doubt, go on wikipiedia. This practically applys to everything in life, anyway. . . .

oh, and btw, I know the prologue has the same name as Maria's scenario. That's the joke.

off we go.

Six years.

It had taken him six years to stop beating around the bush and travel to the town of their first meeting. James was ashamed; Maria – in the short time that they had been together – had given him so much: A life, a reason to live, somebody who understood him in only the way someone who had endured that nightmare in Silent Hill only could.

He wasn't in delusion anymore. He knew what she was - or at least what she had been – when he had met her: Another monster, like the Pyramid Headed creature and the headless mannequin creatures created with the purpose to punish him for what he had done to Mary, but whereas the other monsters punished him through physical pain, she had been created to hurt his soul and to break his spirit. To drive him over the edge to meet his Mary. After all, that was what he had come to Silent Hill for, right? Even if it meant his death, he would've done whatever it took to see Mary again. . .

But Maria wasn't Mary. She made that horribly clear when she revealed herself to him in her true form ontop of the Lakeview Hotel. True, he now knew she was pretending to be Mary but he couldn't forget how he had told her that he no longer needed to be so dependant of seeing Mary again as he now had – no, wanted - Maria. He had been right to wait for her back at Rosewater Park. He desperately wanted her: Maria. It wasn't because she looked like Mary, it wasn't because he wanted to wrap himself in his continued delusion for the rest of his life, it was because he had fallen in love with Maria and when you're in love, the circumstances of your loves birth no longer matter as much to you as how they spend their time with you. When James left Silent Hill, he sensed – somehow – that Maria had evolved beyond the purpose of her original creation. . .

For the next year, everything was great. He hadn't gone back to Ashfield (how was he supposed to explain Maria to his father?) and they'd started a new life elsewhere, where no one knew about James or Mary, where no one would question exactly what Maria was. They had married and lived out their lives just as two normal people in love would do (though Maria could be pretty difficult for a man like James Sunderland to handle at times. . .) until something strange started happening. Maria became afflicted with a mystery illness. James often found himself waking up of a morning to the sound of her retching over the toilet bowl in the next room. She started to become fatigued very easily and her tastes in food had dramatically changed. When she woke up, she used to be like a zombie before she had a cup of extraordinarily strong coffee (or sometimes even two – it depended on how much she'd been drinking the night before) but now the very smell of it made her gag.

James had become worried. He couldn't help but wonder if Silent Hill would still hurt him even now by taking Maria from him in the same fashion as it had done Mary, but he never got to find out. He woke up one morning to find that Maria had disappeared, leaving only a note behind on her pillow that she had fled for potential fear of James's life if this illness was what she thought it was. He had no idea what was wrong with her but he wasn't content to continue to live that way.

He had waited for her to return for a time, but now was a time for action. He knew she would go to Silent Hill. It had held the answers to his questions before, it was the place of their very first meeting and of where they fell in love -and it a way- it was the place of Maria's birth. It seemed like the best place to find her.

This time, James had the initiative to come armed. He still had the pistol he had found on his first visit to the twisted version of the town, and he believed without a solitary suggestion of uncertainty that it would still be swarming with demons from the deepest, most stagnant crevices of the human soul.

What he HAD found was far more alarming than that.

People

Silent Hill had been repopulated.

This is only the begining! Not that I can spell begining, but the point is i havent even scratched the surface, yet. I never really intended to post this, but I'm drunk, so lets go for it.