Chapter 1: The Email
A grim-looking blue sedan sped its way into a deserted parking lot and the driver quickly jammed hard at its break. The vehicle screeched loudly and stopped abruptly at one of the vacant lots. The door to the driver's seat forcefully flung open and the driver emerged hurriedly out of the vehicle as he madly runs over to a nearby washroom. He needed urgently to pee. And fast.
The man immediately made his way to the row of urinal stands and he furiously fumbles at the zip on his jeans as he cringes at the enormous strong urge to pee.
"Phew..." He finally heaved a sigh of relief as he wiped away the many beads of sweat on his forehead when he had managed to unzip his jeans to pee. But unfortunately, because of his poor aiming, his urine was everywhere but the urinal itself.
After he had finished attending to his nature call, the man zips his jeans back up and walk over to some filthy basins near the entrance to wash his hands. But to his dismay, none of the taps seems to work. And to make matters worst, wet excretion seems to be dripping from the tap.
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEW..." He winced.
The man groan in disgust as he stares at the slimy brown liquid in front of him before looking back up at his own reflection on the fixture hanging in front of him.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" He screamed his lungs out. "What an ugly face..."
The bewildered man leaned against the old and badly stained basin for a closer look on the dirty mirror. "Oh... ha-ha... its just my own reflection..."
His name is Jaimes. Jaimes Sonnderland.
Jaimes takes a deep breath as he slowly moves himself away from the basin.
"Dammit, Marey… why must you be in this forsaken town?" Jaimes mumbled under his breath. "Why can't it be like the Las Vegas... o-or... or Hawaii?"
(Sounds of knocking from behind a toilet cubicle door)
"Huh?" He exclaimed, and looks back.
(More sounds of knocking from behind a toilet cubicle door)
Jaimes turns around fully and quickly made his way to the cubicle door and knocks on the closed door.
"Hello? Somebody inside?" He shouted as he slowly moved towards the cubicle.
Suddenly, the door slowly creaks open slightly. Jaimes gave out a gasp and whined like a sissy as he slowly reached for the door to open it and peeped inside.
He screamed, "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
Jaimes almost fainted from the ghastly sight before him. He screamed like a prissy little girly girl and immediately scampered out of the washroom as he slammed the door tightly shut behind him. Jaimes automatically slumped himself against the door to catch his breath. Never in his life had he come across something so gross and frightening.
"Bloody hell! That was THE most horrible thing I've ever seen... i-its... its disgusting... dammit... I can't believe nobody's even bothered to flush away their poo-poo in the toilet... now that's... t-that's downright sick in the mind... damn fucking public toilets..." Jaimes shouted out loud.
Jaimes spat on the ground. The grotesque image was still strongly etched in his mind. Jaimes knew that he had to do something. In fact, he would do anything just so as to take his mind away from the disgusting sight of the unflushed toilet.
Jaimes quickly pulls himself back to sanity when he finally decided on taking a stroll around the Observation Deck to take his mind off the entire ordeal. He walks past the parking lot and stopped by a set of frail-looking railings at the edge of the deck, staring at the fogged-up view in front of him while drooling like an idiot, as he contemplates at the mystic unknown.
"In my sleepless dreams, I see that town... Shuddup Hill.
You swear by your heart that you'd take me there again one fine day...
but you NEVER fucking do it... you big, fat liar! Why? Why? WHHYYYYY?
Anywhos, I'm all alone there now… being left behind to rot and die in our SPECIAL place...
and I'm waiting for you...
so come on baby, come on down... yeah baby... yeah...
(Final Fantasy X introduction music playing in the background)
"Listen to my story... for this may be my last chance. My name is Jaimes. Jaimes Sonnderland... it all started out three days ago when I received an email... the 'sender' marked on the email said Marey, my wife's name. Its total horseshit, and couldn't possibly be true. That's what I keep telling myself. The dead can't write an email... especially when Marey is a computer idiot... for goodness sake, she can't even differentiate between a mouse and a keyboard, let alone write an email. Moreover, she doesn't even have a computer... Anyway, I killed her already... I really did! I saw to it when I bashed her head with a spanner and poured salt over her wound before making her swallow ten bottles of sleeping pills and pushing her off the cliff, sending her to her doom..." He wondered.
He then reached deep into his jacket to pull out an old picture of his wife. He admitted at the fact that his wife was ugly. In fact, she looked tremendously hideous in the picture with her dry and unruly brown hair, protruding eyes and crooked nose, and sausage-like swollen lips. Jaimes felt nauseous at the very sight of the picture. The look of his wife always makes him want to puke.
Jaimes quickly stuff the picture away as he continues to stare at the scenic view in front of him. "So why the hell am I looking for her now?" He questioned himself.
Jaimes' eyes suddenly opened wide, in complete terror.
"OH SHIT! Is she still alive? Waiting for me?" He gasped as he throws his hand to his mouth. "Damn..."
He quickly pulls out a piece of crumpled printout from his shirt pocket to read at its contents once more as he rubs at his chin with his hand and frown.
"Our SPECIAL place... DAMMIT... I'M NOT A BLOODY PSYCHIC! SO HOW THE BLOODY HELL DOES SHE EXPECT ME TO KNOW WHERE THE FUCK SHE IS? Shit... that bitch always takes the game of hide-and-seek far too serious... hmm... I wonder what the bloody hell is that sick bimbo talking about? This whole town wasn't even close to what I would call a place, let alone being special... in fact, its just a piece of waste land, if you ask me... okay, now let's see... our special place... hmm... a special place for what? The lovey-dovies? Ooooh, so touchy... yukes! Eh? Could she mean the park by the lake? Lake Torukka? The dreadful place where she showed me her granny's bathing suit? Eewww... I remembered that she was the one who made me wear that sickening looking piece of shit bathing suit. Big mistake, bitch... BIG MISTAKE! Oh, how I suffered... the humiliation... the embarrassment! The very thought of the children in the park laughing at me and calling me names still makes my blood boil..." He cringes at his teeth.
Jaimes knew that, somehow, his wife must not stay alive. There was only one thing left for him to do. He would have to locate her soon and finish her off, just like what he had started out three years ago.
He walks back over to his car as he opens the door to the driver's compartment and slid comfortably inside the vehicle. However, to his disappointment, he saw that the road in front of him was heavily barricaded with metal poles, wooden planks, canvas, concrete blocks, more wooden planks, carcasses of animals surrounded by vultures, barrels, bags of rubbish, even more wooden planks, crates, an overturned truck, five badly damaged automobiles, a crashed aircraft, and more wooden planks.
He sweatdrop.
"Fucking hell... damn stupid road block..." He finally blurted out.
Jaimes sighed and shakes at his head in disappointment. He then reached inside the glove compartment of his car to fetch himself a map of the forsaken town and scans through its contents as he traces his finger along the surface of the paper before finally locating an alternate route which he could take into the town.
"Hmm... there's this long winding trail through the forest that I can travel but..." He told himself. "But its damn bloody far... (groan) oh fuck... I guess I've got no other alternatives..."
Jaimes quickly slid the map into his pocket and exited from the car. He then walks forward and made a turn at the sign "To Lake Torukka". Jaimes walks down the flight of stony steps and follows along the heavily fogged trail through the forest.
Hours after walking around the forested trail...
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH... I-I... I can't see... I can't fucking see... I'm blind... bliiinnnnndddd!" He screamed, as he began to hyperventilate. Jaimes paused as he quickly stretch out his arms before him. "Oh... ha-ha... its just the fog..."
The imbecile continues down the many unwinding trails, venturing deeper into the heavily fogged forest. "Damn fog... I can't really see where I'm going... well, I guess I'd better slow down and watch my steps before I accidentally knock into something and... OUCH, DAMMIT!" He shouted out in pain as he finds himself crashing into a metal gate.
He curses and swears as he kicks at the metal gate in frustration.
Jaimes mumbles more vulgarities under his breath as he reached for the wretched gates to open it. He continues along his way through the sickly thick fogs until he finds himself arriving at an eerie cemetery.
"No shit! A cemetery? Damn... I'm like so totally fucked up this time..." Jaimes said to himself.
Jaimes felt queasily sick in the stomach as he hurriedly made his way past the many eerie-looking concrete tombstones. Jaimes' eyes were filled with uneasiness as he manoeuvres through the quiet cemetery when he accidentally bumped into someone along his path of travel.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" He screamed hoarsely.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" The woman shrieked.
Jaimes sweatdrop.
"I-I... I'm sorry... I was...um... just..." She stammered.
"Its okay, lady... I was just..."
"I'm... really... really sorry that I-I... I..."
"Its fine, really... and..."
"No... I'm..."
"I SAID ITS FINE... NOW SHUT UP ALREADY, YOU CRAZY BITCH!" He scowled.
The woman sweatdrop.
"Anyway, my name is Jaimes. What's yours, bitch?" He asked the woman.
"I'm Angeela." She replied as-a-matter-of-factly.
"Okay, Angeela... look, I did not mean to scare the shit out of your pants and... (looks at a nearby tombstone) HEY! WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO THAT TOMBSTONE?" He shouted.
Angeela gasp and she quickly tries to dispose the can of spray paint in her hand behind her back by throwing it away into a nearby bush.
"Um... ha-ha... who? Me? I-I... um... I... nothing..." Angeela murmured.
"Nothing? You call those graffiti on the tombstone nothing?" He questioned her.
"Alright... alright... I did it... I DID it! I sprayed those pictures on the tombstone... but please don't arrest me… I was just getting bored... please… PLLEEEAAAAASSSSSSEEEEEE!" Angeela pleaded.
Jaimes sweatdrop.
"All right…" Jaimes said.
"WAAAAAAAAAAAH… PLLEEEAAAASSSSSEEEEEE!" She cried out.
"I said all right already! Dammit…" He said in annoyance.
"Oh thank you… thank you… THANK YOU!" Angeela shouted in joy as she grabbed at his hands to kiss.
(Kiss... kiss... kiss...)
"Okay… and… yes… okay... stop kissing my hands... that's enough… alright already… hey! Wait… let go… I SAY LET GO, BITCH… AAAAAHHHHHHH! STOP IT… I SAID STOP KISSING MY HANDS ALREADY!" He screamed in terror.
After much struggle, Angeela finally let go of his hands. Jaimes wiped his hands off of her saliva on her blouse.
"Sheesh… what a nutcase!" Jaimes thought to himself. But somehow, he did not want to let her know of what he had thought about her for he feared that she may jolly well just chase after him with a cleaver or something. The thought of being chased head-on-tail by a crazy bitch with a weapon was the last thing that he would want to experience. Jaimes suddenly felt sick in his stomach. He stares at the crazy bitch in front of him and pondered on why the hell is he even trying to continue this useless conversation with a lunatic.
"Anyway, I'm kinda lost..." He finally blurted out.
"Huh? L-O-S-T?" She mumbled, with an idiotic look splashed on her face.
"Yeah... I'm lost... haven't I made myself clear? ARE YOU DEAF OR SOMETHING?" He said as he rolls his eyes over.
"I can hear you clearly, you jackass... you don't have to shout... asshole!" She replied angrily.
Jaimes sweatdrop.
"Well?" Jaimes questioned.
"Well... what?" Angeela replied.
"I'm lost here… so could you help me out here?" He asked her again.
She stares at him like a complete moron.
"Um… Angeela? Angeela? Hello? (waves his hands right in front of her) Hello? I'm here. Angeela… hello?" He echoed out to her.
"Huh? What?" She muttered, in a moronic way as she stares at him with bambi eyes.
Jaimes slaps his hand on his face and shakes at his head.
"OMG! HAVEN'T YOU BEEN PAYING ANY ATTENTION, YOU FUCKING BITCH! IS YOUR MIDDLE NAME "STUPID" OR SOMETHING? I SAID I'M KINDA LOST AND I NEEDED SOME DIRECTIONS…" He shouted impatiently.
"Oh, that… right… um… so... um... so what is it that you want to know?" She asked innocently.
Jaimes had wanted to strangle her, and badly. His inner voice was screaming in his head. Jaimes stared at her in annoyance as he mumbles something under his breath, silently wishing for the idiotic bitch to drop dead this very instance. Her idiotic behavior was simply just too much for him to bear.
"Angeela, look here… I'm looking for Shuddup Hill... is THIS the correct way?" He clenched at his fist angrily while using his other hand to point at a certain direction.
"No... wasn't that where you came from just now?" She said.
"Oops... ha-ha... um... sorry... now, is THAT the correct way?" Jaimes smiled apologetically as he quickly pointed out in another direction.
"Well... duh! There's only that one road to town… its pretty hard for you to miss it, even with this hard-to-see irritating thick fog around… I guess even the blind could make their way to this town without their walking stick..." She said sarcastically.
"Oh, spare me your stupid little lectures and sarcastic theories, missy... anyway, thanks for the direction... Well, I guess I'd better be going off then… BYYEEEEEEEEEE!" He said, before walking away towards the direction of Shuddup Hill.
"But... but..." Angeela stammered.
Jaimes stopped and turns back.
"Now what?" He asked.
"This... uh... t-this town... there's something WRONG with it... its kinda hard to explain... anyway, with your intelligence, I bet you wouldn't even know what the hell I'm talking about even if I were to explain it to you..." She said in a more sarcastic manner.
"Oh yeah? Try me... you stupid bitch..." He scowled back at her.
"Well, you see... t-there's this rumor about this t-town... and..." She stammered.
"Oh my god!" He exclaimed. "Is it scary? L-like... like some moronic bogus nut-head with a cheap mask who chases after you while yielding a chainsaw or something?"
Angeela sweatdrop.
She was now getting a little frustrated with the naive man who stood before her. She fumbled at her words, "Well... maybe..."
"MAYBE? What do you mean "maybe"? Can't you just give me a more straightforward answer like a 'yes' or a 'no'?" He shouted angrily. Angeela was starting to get frightened. She was obviously scared of Jaimes' erratic change of moods, so much so, she was beginning to question the sanity of the weirdo in front of her.
"I-I... I don't know... that's why I say maybe... and its not just the sickly white fog either..." She replied, a little frightened.
"Sheesh... great! NOW you tell me the fog is dangerous as well? So, what does the fog do? Eat me up or something?" He snickered.
"Um… well… um… maybe…"
"Dammit! You can just shove your stupid 'maybe... maybe... maybe' inside your bloody pockets and go stick your head in those tombstones for all I care... I'm going to this town no matter what!" Jaimes yelled.
"But why? Why? WHYYYYYYYY?" She screamed as she pulls at her hair.
Jaimes gulped. "Whoa lady... calm down, dude... you are scaring me..." He slowly inched himself away from her.
Angeela grunted, "I'm fine... (stares at Jaimes) and why are you standing so far away from me?"
"Ha-ha... I-I... I... um... I was afraid that I might contract that psychotic mental disease from you if I were to stand too close to you... ha-ha..." He said with a sheepish grin.
(SMACK!)
"OUCH! That hurts, man!" Jaimes cried, as he rubs at his sore cheek.
"And that's for being a smartass..." She replied. "Anyway, you just run along and go to your freaky town already... now leave me alone."
"Well, okay then... I... wait...d-did you just said 'fucking' town?" He murmured.
Angeela said impatiently," No, you silly... I said 'freaky' town."
"Phew... wow, for a moment there I thought that... WHAT! 'F-R-E-A-K-Y' TOWN? WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT? I THOUGHT YOU SAID THERE WAS JUST SOMETHING WEIRD ABOUT THE FOG? NOW, WHAT'S SO BLOODY FREAKY ABOUT THIS STUPID TOWN?" He shouted. "Oh no! Are there g-ghosts?" Jaimes suddenly gasped and screamed at the top of his lungs, "
"Nah! Its just some stupid urban legend the town people had made up about... (takes a look over at Jaimes) well... its... um... its nothing really... I guess I'm just talking too much... I'll just shut up." She said.
Jaimes immediately grabbed her by her shoulders and screamed at her face, with his eyes twitching. "What do you mean urban legends? What urban legends? Tell me, dammit!"
Angeela sweatdrop as she looks around and smiles nervously. "(ahem) Well... there's... um... no c-clean toilet in this town..." Her voice trailed off.
"WHAT? N-no clean t-toilets? There really are no clean toilets in this town?" He yelped.
"Um... yes..."
Jaimes fainted.
Later...
"Hey wake up, you sissy boy..." Angeela called out to him.
"Huh? Where the hell am I?" He said, ass he groggily rubs at his eyes while he stifles a yawn.
"In the cemetery..."
"WHAT? AM I DEAD ALREADY? OH NO… I'M DEAD... I'M FUCKING DEAD… I'M DEEAAADDDD! PLEASE DON'T BURY ME NEXT TO MY AUNT MATHILDA... SHE SMELLS... PLLEEEAAAASSSSSSEEEEEEE!" He pleaded.
"Shut the fuck up, you asshole… you are not dead yet… Just go to your Shuddup Hill already… now buzz off…" She shooed him away with her dainty little hand.
"Oh, right... wait... but... b-but you said that there were no clean toilets in that town... I'm scared of dirty toilets…"
"You look kinda pale in the face and you talk as if you've seen a ghost of something... come on, its just some dirty toilets, that's all..."
Jaimes trembles and shivers.
"Jaimes, are you all right?" She asked.
"No... you don't understand, Angeela... its not JUST some dirty toilets.. you should see what WAS inside these dirty toilets... i-its... its what's inside these toilets that making it even worse than ghosts... i-its... its disgusting and... its... WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Jaimes broke down and cry.
Angeela sweatdrop.
"Look here, mister crybaby... why do you even want to go to this town anyway then?" She asked curiously.
Jaimes wipes away the tears on his face.
"Huh? (sniffles) Oh... I-I... uh... (sniffles) I-I'm looking for someone..." He replied.
"Who... who... who... is it?"
"Stop your stammering, bitch… it sounds stupid… anyway, I'm gonna look for someone very important to me... I'd do anything to kill her..."
"Jaimes, did you just say 'kill her'?" She exclaimed.
"Oops... no... no... no... I-I...um... I meant I'd kill to be WITH her again... ha-ha..." He said behind a fake smile.
"Oh, I see… well, me too...but not on the killing part though. Anyway, I'm looking for my mama... I... I... uh... I mean my mother. Its been so long ever since I've last saw her when she got busted at that prostitute joint down the street... I really missed her. Also, I thought that that pimp father and gigolo brother of mine might be building sandcastles here, but I just can't seem to find them..."
Jaimes yawned.
Angeela sweatdrop.
"I-I... I'm sorry... I guess these are not your problems..." Angeela said while feeling a little embarrassed.
"No... its okay... I wasn't really paying much attention to what you've been blabbering about for the past couple of minutes anyway..."
Angeela sweatdrop.
"Say… you did mention something about looking for someone too? Yes? No?" He queried.
"Yes... I was looking for my mother..."
"Oh, right... (looks impatiently around the place and yawns) anyway, I hope you'll find your pet goldfish soon, Angeela..."
"ITS MY M-O-T-H-E-R, DAMMIT! I SAID I WAS LOOKING FOR MY MOTHER, YOU ASSHOLE!" Angeela shouted.
"Whatever..." He replied.
Angeela sweatdrop.
Moments later…
Jaimes busily walks down the many winding paths as he heads for the town of Shuddup Hill. Jaimes soon finds himself arriving at the town. "Eh? I'm in Shuddup Hill already? Hmmm... that's fast... consider all that stupid long walks through the forest... not to mention wasting my time talking with that fucking moron bitch in the cemetery and..." He looked around. "Hey! Where the fuck is everybody?" He wondered.
Now standing at the intersection of Lyndsay Avenue and Sendars Street, Jaimes could not help but noticed a fairly large patch of red substance on the surface of the road.
"Yukes... what the bloody hell is this? Is it blood?" He frowned.
He uses his finger to swoop up a small amount of the red substance and put it into his mouth.
"Eewwwwwwwwwww... it IS BLOOD!"
Then, in his midst of spitting out the disgusting taste of stale blood inside his mouth, he accidentally caught sight of a weird silhouette, in the form of the shadow walking unsteadily along the heavily fogged road in front of him. The shadow staggers clumsily, and even trips and falls over many times before he picks himself up and continues to walk through the thick fog.
Jaimes immediately gave chase after the shadow.
"Hey... you there... the stupid shadow... come back here... you hear me?" He shouted out loud.
The shadow continues to move further and deeper into the fog and down the streets until it disappears into the whites of the hazy fog.
"WOW! That shadow just now... meh, he's one fast dude..." He thought to himself. "Anyways, to hell with that bastard... Now, where could that stupid Marey be?"
Jaimes digs out his map.
"Our Special Place..." His mind wanders as he silently refers to the map in his hand. "The GrossWater Park... that must be the fucking special place Marey's blabbering about... damn, I'm such a genius... tee-hee..." He mused as he quickly headed in the direction towards the park.
He soon chanced upon a cross-section, where he sees more trail of blood slithering around the corner as it continues down the road
"What the-? More blood? Damn, is that mysterious shadow thing having a period or something? Tee-hee... wait... so that bleeding shadow is not a guy afterall... Eh? It must be a girl... I mean, with all these period and bloody thing-y... ha-ha..." He snickered. "No wait... if it's a girl... then... t-then... could it be... could it... M-Marey? Is that Marey?"He gasped aloud.
Jaimes quickly ran along the street down the deserted and bloody lane until he came across a filthy underpass construction area.
"Hey! Where'd that pathetic blood-leaking female shadow fucker go?" He thought. "Hmm... the trail of blood ends here..."
The idiot ransacked the entire place and examined the area. Disgusting wet excretion seeps from the many broken pipes along the side and the pungent smell of decay seems to fill the entire atmosphere. Jaimes immediately puked.
(Sssssst….)
"Huh? What the-?" He said, as he looked up from his pool of vomit.
(Sssssst…)
It was the irritating noise of static. Jaimes moves around the vicinity, trying his best to locate the source of the noise.
(Sssssst…)
It wasn't long before Jaimes finally managed to see a tiny handheld radio lying on some wooden planks inside the barricaded area. He gingerly squeezes himself through the gap between the barricades and into the forbidden area to take a closer look at the electronic gadget.
(Sssssst…)
"Huh? A radio? What's with the radio?"
Suddenly, from the corner of his eyes, Jaimes caught a glimpse of something moving inside the barricaded area. He realized that he was not alone. Jaimes quickly stuff the radio inside his pocket before turning his head over to look at the inner compound of the barricaded construction site.
He screamed loudly.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Final Fantasy X and all its series. I also do not own Silent Hill, Konami does.
A/N: Please R&R.