Ok, so bear with me. This is my first Silent Hill fic, and I have had this idea in mind since I observed the first game being played. My boyfriend is helping me, due to the fact he's played 3 of the four games. But this fic is mainly based off the movie, the first, and fourth games. I hope you enjoy. (by the way, there is a prequel in the works, and it will give all of Celine's background information, which can be breifly found in the summary below)

Summary: Celine de Reverie was a supposed schizophrenic, destined to live eternally in a psychiatric ward. Though when it was realized by a secret govermnment agency that her hallucinations were in fact real, they put her to "better use." Uncover the horrible secret behind Silent Hill, that is her job. But the experience becomes more than Celine, or Ghosts Within ever bargained for. On With The Show!

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Tainted Dreamer

Dream of Long Ago…

"I'm sorry Mr. and Mrs. de Reverie. I'm afraid I have some bad news." Doctors always seemed to speak with voices filtered with cold distance and lack of emotion. It filled their patients, and the ones close to them with a sense of utter dread and foreboding.

"It seems to be childhood onset schizophrenia." A nod and the rustle of paper only fueled the anticipation of a continuation. "There is a hospital in the United States that specializes in the treatment of schizophrenics. With your permission, I would like to send Celine there."

The sounds of tears and the sighed question of "Where?" gave the consent that was needed.

Another nod occurred, and then a response. "A place called Williamson Evans in the state of West Virginia. She will be well taken care of there."

Sobs grew louder, and the memory faded, leaving weeps ringing in her ears. It was not her memory, but Celine remembered it anyway.

And she remembered the words the doctor used to tell her every visit, the words that would strike her very core with hate.

"These things you hear, see, smell, and feel, they're not real. Not real at all."

And there were guidelines.

"Take your medicine, and you'll be fine. Avoid the outside world, and you'll be fine."

But Celine was not fine. She was far from it. The presumed hallucinations continued to torment her, despite the medications. Death, decay, and worst of all monsters, surrounded her daily. So with an uneducated mind, she dealt with them.

Celine shook her head, knocking the thoughts from her consciousness. Her hands moved in front of her, balling into fists.

"Une, deux, trois, quatre, cinq…" her voice emerged in an airy song, fists moving in rhythm. Fingers opened and spread one at a time, physically manifesting her oral counting, "…six, sept, huit, neuf, dix."

Pale cerulean eyes watched her own hands intently, the sequence beginning again. The concentration that seemed to be involved absorbed the girl. She didn't even hear the soft patter of footsteps against the room's padded floor.

"Celine…" her name reached her ears, though it did not stop her counting. "Celine!" the call was repeated.

Those blue hues of Celine's gazed at the woman who beckoned her. Yet the eyes did not see the woman, instead, they saw past her.

"Celine!" A third time, the girl's name was spoken, and this time with the woman's hands curling harshly around Celine's wrists. "Look at me, sweetie." The words were a gentle command.

Reality erupted in sparks across Celine's optics. They focused on the form before them. "Oh… Miss Alexandra, you're here." Her pink lips curled into a smile. "I was being patient, like you told me to." There was a nod of her blonde head. Side swept bangs falling across her nose.

Alexandra brushed the stray, platinum strands from the girl's face. "Good girl…" She, too, smiled, and sat back on her heels. "You look cute with your new pixie cut. Maybe you should pin you bangs with a clip." The woman began to comb the tendrils with her fingers.

There was a nod from Celine as she held up her jacketed hand. Against the cloth lay a small, hot pink barrette. "Mr. Jonas got me one. It's pretty and pink. Jim says I look good in pink. He said Mr. Jonas did a good job." Her free hand caressed the smooth plastic, the buckle of the straightjacket swaying. "Jim likes Mr. Jonas. Just like he likes you."

"Oh really?" Alexandra laughed slightly. She had often heard of this Jim character. But, if he were real to Celine, she would let it slide. Deep brown eyes studied Celine's innocent features. It was hard to believe this girl was a legal adult. "Tomorrow is a special day, you know?"

Celine's head moved up and down vigorously. "Yes! It's my birthday. I will be nineteen years old! Mr. Jonas said that Ghosts Within is taking me on my trip tomorrow, too. He said they need me."

This caused a frown to pucker Alexandra's lips. "They did tell you what you were supposed to do, correct?" Despite her job as Celine's therapist, Alexandra had no say in what her organization did with her patients. And she was not happy about this 'trip' Celine seemed to be so excited about.

"Uh huh!" Celine made another gesture of affirmation. "I have to talk to the dead people in Silent Hill. Mr. Jonas said that Jim could come with me." Her arms wrapped themselves about her body. "They have a room for me, in a hotel. He said it would be just like being in my cell, only nicer."

"I'm sure." Sarcasm lined Alexandra's tone, though Celine could not detect it. "There are no other living people in Silent Hill, you know that, Celine…?"

Celine rocked backwards. "Yes. But Jim will keep me company and keep me safe."

"Ok…" Alexandra pulled one of the girl's arms toward her, plucking the clip from that covered hand. She brushed those sandy bangs to the side, and pinned them in place with the obnoxious colored hair bow. "I will see you tomorrow then…" With that, the woman stood. She made her way to the door, pausing to look at Celine with an almost mournful glance. And then she was gone, with a loud bang of the closing door.

"Hmmm… So that was her goodbye?" A male voice slipped into Celine's awareness, "I don't think she's very excited about your trip. Therapists aren't supposed to be attached to their clients. You know that, my dear?"

Celine turned her head to rest her gaze on what could only be defined as a living, rotting corpse. He looked at her in return with his one eye. The left eye, however, was mere skull and socket, the graying skin ripped away. The same was said of his lips, only half remained while yellowing teeth were exposed.

"But she's so nice, Jim…" the girl addressed the cadaver, gripping her toes with her cloth hidden hands. "But why can't she see you…? Maybe… Everyone would believe me if they could see you… And everything else… You keep me safe, Jim… You kept me safe from the monsters back in Enders…" Her body began to rock forward and backward in a steady pace.

Jim shook his head, a small clump of thick black hair falling to the floor. He picked it up with his hand, a hand that was nothing but bone and sinew, no skin. "I don't want her to see me. It makes things so much easier if you're the only one I have to talk to. You need to not worry about that anyway, and get some sleep. You're traveling tomorrow and you didn't sleep at all last night."

"You kept me up. You snore." It was a playful retort that left Celine. But she complied. Crawling to the rotting man, the girl curled into a ball. Her head rested in the corpse's lap, and his hands ran through the short strands of her hair.
As if by magic, fatigue washed over the girl. With a coo, she succumbed to slumber. Her sleep was filled with dreams that would never be remembered; yet they passed in rapid flickers.

Hands of people unknown shifted Celine, waking her from that wondrous respite. Though realization did not kick in as she was toted from her cell to the back of a van. Limp fingers clung to the gate that separated her from the front. Groggy eyes stared at the form of whom she recognized as Jonas. He was talking to someone, someone she could not quite distinguish.

"Miss Alexandra?" Celine whispered, voice racked with the sleep she had just slipped from. But she had gone unheard.

Doors slammed and the vehicle started. From her place on the somewhat upholstered floor of the van, she could see the top of Jonas's brown head. "Mr. Jonas? Are you taking me to Silent Hill?"

Jonas nodded. "Yes indeed."

With her question answered, Celine felt it best to stay quiet. The lulling drone of the engine and steady sway as the van coursed over bumps made the girl drowsy once more.

Though the dreams that filled her subconscious were now feverish, and frantic. Screams, fire, and monsters twisted and tangled in frightening images across her mind. They fleeted and came, spinning her in nauseating circles. The claws tore at her skin. The teeth ate at her throat. Hands burned, and knives pierced flash. And they all occurred with the steady hum of laughter, and screeches of terror.

Though the cries of her dreams became reality as they ripped from her throat. Blue eyes shot open to take in reality, but she could not escape the nightmares in waking. Those images curled and danced around a word, two words, a sign! Silent Hill…

"Stop! Stop the car! Please!" Celine's hands gripped the gate, fingers attempting to tear through the thick cloth of her straight jacket. "Don't take me there! Please! Please stop! It's a bad place! It's a bad place!" Her please became loud, and wailing, fists beating and rattling the gate between her and the two men who could set her free. "Let me out! Don't take me to Silent Hill! It's a bad place! The monsters! The monsters! Don't let them get me!" Her body was rammed against the grill in harsh, almost painful motions.

Celine's screams drowned out Jonas's orders to the other man. And once the van stopped, she quieted slightly. Her arms were jerked behind her, the buckles tightened. Tears streamed down her pale cheeks as the injected sedative began to work its power. Everything went quiet, and everything went black…

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Sorry it seems rushed. It's a flashback, and the real story begins in the second chapter, on the way soon!