Note: This is like a pre-title sequence in a movie, and the next chapter will have the prologue to this part (if I get positive feedback...if not, I'll just leave this to rot). Forgive for any mistakes in the first part. Not good on SH history.
Chapter I
She can't find me, he can't find me...I can't find me. My mind is haywire, I can't believe any of this is going on, that this place...Silent Hill...has gone to such hell. I don't want to believe it; no, I refuse to! My mother, Cheryl Mason...she was born here, adopted by Harry Mason, my grandfather. She came back to this town; to fight a god I could not envision; to right a wrong; to destroy evil once and for all. She succeeded, and left Silent Hill with Douglas, a friend of the family. Now, I've gone there, to fight a similar evil, to right a similar wrong, and to try to subdue an ancient evil that is growing, forever sucking happiness from the souls of any it touches.
It all started with a crazy woman, a demented church, and my grandfather's child. His wife had died before he had come, so she was in no danger of becoming an enslaved monster, to listen only to what the evil told her, to fight and lose her will. My grandfather, Harry, went to Silent Hill with his child. He got into a car crash, and lost his baby...and searched through Silent Hill to find her. He destroyed the evil that lived there, those thirty years ago. But, in that time, he lost his child. But, a mysterious woman handed a baby to him. He named her Heather, and they got out of Silent Hill as fast as possible.
Next was James, a man who was in mourning for his wife, Mary. He went to Silent Hill in search of her, as he got a letter saying she was alive. He searched and searched, and ran into a few people, one that looked exactly like his wife, only with different hair and eyes. Her name was Maria. He fought for Maria, went through Silent Hill. When he found her, she was almost dead. He let her die, reluctantly, and fought Maria, who had become a monster, a demon, a FOLLOWER of the cult in Silent Hill. He drove out of there as fast as possible, never to return.
Then came my mother, Cheryl (then known as Heather) Mason. She told me about her dreams, about the amusement park. She woke one day to find everyone gone, that she was alone in Portland. She had to find her way through Portland, starting at the mall, going to the subway, her apartment, meeting up with Claudia, a "minister" of the church of Silent Hill; Douglas, a detective; and Vincent, another minister. Heather had to go to Silent Hill, to destroy a god, which was growing inside of her. She left the town with her original name, Cheryl.
Now, it's my turn. I have come to Silent Hill, to find my sister, and to find hope for a world that has gone to hell. This time around, I know none of this is just in my head, or just a physical manifestation of my inner demons. The entire world as we know it has been turned to hell, and I must find a way to reverse this. My travels have lead from Atlanta, Georgia, where I 'borrowed' a jet liner (yes, I have a pilots license). I have had to see about any and every grotesque thing you could imagine, from dogs rotting to the bone, to huge, powerful human-like creatures that have five arms, with seven claws on each that dripped blood from them, and were five feet taller than myself. Though, along the way, I have run into a certain symbol...it is an evil symbol, I know...my mother showed me a picture (or drawing, rather) of it before. It has something to do with that Silent Hill cult...and that's how I know to go to Silent Hill. They have really gone overboard this time.
When I arrived, I got off at the airport in Portland (what a coincidence?). I have to find a way out of this place, to find a way to reverse all of this, to get to Silent Hill. I know that I have seen horrible creatures, but I am still afraid for my life, and am utterly repulsed, every time I see one of these monstrosities. The very sound of my radio set me into panic mode (figuratively speaking; I am more scared out of my wits than alert). Only pure adrenaline and luck have gotten me this far, and I don't think that will hold up very long in this horrible world of sick minds. I don't know what I have done to deserve this, just that it has happened...and that I intend to stop it at all costs.
Lori Mason slowly stepped into the main waiting room of the airport terminal, sweat on her brow, her eyes deprived of sleep, and completely frightened. Her T-shirt had many cuts in it from the miscellaneous creatures and inanimate dangers she had encountered, but you could still see that it was a blue shirt with the words "Help me, you're dying" on them. Her baggy jeans barely stayed on, and that was because she had a loose-fitting belt on. Some blonde-brown hair stuck to her face, so she wiped it away. Her grayish eyes searched the terminal for any apparent dangers, her slender fingers fondling the small pistol at her side. It was very powerful, though, a 9mm maybe. She hadn't had time to check. Her book bag felt heavy on her back, since it was filled with ammunition, certain seemingly meaningless items, and a few personal effects (including a diary).
Two steps into the terminal, she heard a loud groan. It was completely inhuman, and she could hear her radio go off. The moan was drawn out, low, with a hint of pure evil in it, bringing a bad taste into her mouth. The stench of the creature was rising, as it made her want to throw up, the sourness of mutated flesh and bone overpowering her. She looked around frantically, searching for the source. No monster was seen, and she couldn't tell what kind it was from just the sounds or smells it emitted.
Ignoring the sound for now, Lori walked over to a door, and tried to open it. It was locked, though the key was inserted. There was blood on the keyhole, and when she looked down, she could see a round, white orb. It looked like a marble, or a bouncy ball...
Or an eyeball.
It was, in fact, a human eyeball. The iris showed up when she kicked it, and she almost threw up. It took a few minutes to collect herself, mentally and physically. Her body and mind wanted her to quit, to go insane, to kill her, but she fought that impulse. Every five minutes, she heard a voice in the back of her head say, "C'mon! You got the weapon, the reason, and the opportunity...why not? Better than dying at the hands of one of those creatures, right?" She couldn't argue there, but that was why she couldn't, she WOULD not die. Not at all, unless it meant lifting this curse from the world, bringing back life and love into this now-meaningless void.
But, the eyeball reminded her: She might be too late. That was from an actual person, not a figment of her imagination. How in the hell could a real human still be alive? Thinking on this matter for a second, she sighed, giving up the train of thought, going for another door. The next door she reached had blood smeared all over it, and a pattern drawn into it. The pattern, though, was glowing red, and made her have a headache...
The symbol! This must mean something...but what?
She reached slowly for the door, and turned the knob. Unlike most of the doors, the knob turned, and she opened it. When she poked her head inside, she almost vomited again, actually tasting bile in her mouth. The room was a torture room, with blood and gore spread everywhere. Items of pain were spread around the room, each with massive amounts of rust on them, most likely from the amount of blood that went onto it. A small light revealed what little in the room was left...and she saw what she feared most. She saw body part on the ground. An arm, three or four legs...or was one of those a head? It was hard to tell.
She backed away, shutting the door slowly as she did so. Her eyes were wide with fear and repulsion. Gorge was rising in her throat, and she couldn't hold it back anymore. Vomit came from her mouth, feeling acidy in her mouth, splattering all over the floor. She had been through a lot, but hadn't seen anything as disturbing as this. Which brought up a question.
What in the fucking hell is a torture room doing in a fuckin' airport?!
She didn't wait to answer that question, and bolted to another side of the airport, feeling bile rising again, but she kept it down. Blood made her queasy...well, human blood, at least. Monster blood didn't seem as sickening, since it was horribly mutated and disfigured.
Just as this crossed her mind, she heard a scream. It was a human scream, not a fake, destroyed, mutated, impossible monster scream. It came from a room across the room from her. She bolted toward it, and found a room with a glass window. Unable to get inside, she looked into the booth...and found nothing. A slow, sloshing sound came from behind her, and she turned around. Nothing was there, except for the terminal itself, the upturned bench, the destroyed trashcans, and the dead plants, plus the shattered glass, the scream still hanging in the air.
A loud thud came from behind, and she swept around again, only to see the glass again, but with something covering it...something red. She became nauseous again, and covered her mouth with her hands. Well...not as bad as that room, or as the eyeball... Just then, a man slammed against the glass very hard, half-exploding into a pool of blood on the glass. The scream died when he hit, and a monster showed up from behind, dropping to the ground. It started to eat the body, or what was left of it. Bone, skin, and muscle were scattered all over the room now, and the horrible thing with no head and spines on its white back ate anything and everything.
Lori drew her gun, fear coming out of her, paling her face. Her vomit started to rise, and she pointed the gun at the room. That glass didn't look very stable...it was even cracked in a few places. The monster inside didn't seem interested in her at the moment, but she knew that she would be its next target.
Just then, the glass broke in front of her, the bloodstained shards crashing inches from Lori's feet. The monster itself reeked of blood and bile and something inhuman. It 'looked' at her hungrily, its open mouth moving and groaning. It leaped at her, and she raised her gun to shoot it, the pistol shaking in her hand...