This is just a little something for my friends Robb and the Sisters of Silence as a thank you for being so brave and playing this game because I'm too badly coordinated and easily frightened. I think I was able to condense elements of all 5 games (that I've played-I know there's that PSP game). I'd like to say that my writing is bad because I just kind of cobbled this together at work and before bed when I was extra sleepy but really, there is no excuse for this rubbish. Just try to enjoy…
The world came in a blur rusty browns and blood reds, the light a hazy orange. Alex slowly regained consciousness, his vision focused first on the heavy leather restraints securing his wrists to a metal chair. Things grew suddenly sharper as adrenaline surged into his system. He looked around frantically, furiously straining at the thick cuffs in anticipation of another round of torture. From the edges of the light came the sounds of heavy, deliberate footsteps. The single, bare bulb dangling above his head began to tease the silhouettes of monsters from the dark---flowing, blood-stained cloths wrapped around massive torsos the pale color of corpses, metal heads cresting in a rusty point.
"No! Oh God, no!" Alex began to tremble. "What are you doing? Get away from me!"
The creatures were deaf to his cries, advancing closer. All of the confusion, sadness and terror burst the thin dam he had constructed to save his sanity in the hell-hole he found himself in. "Please, please don't!" He screamed. "I'm really a good guy-a soldier! I was never a douche bag like in that weird memory, I swear!" The monsters froze. Had they pity within them?
"No, dude; you really were a douche," said the one on the left, his voice gravely within the metal cage.
"Total douche bag," said the one on the right.
Alex was taken aback. "Was not!"
"Was too!" said Righty.
Alex couldn't believe it. If this hell was real, how could his identity be otherwise? All he remembered was being a good soldier, a loving son, a devoted big brother…Before he could help it, he started sniffling. Soon, big tears were tracking down his face.
"Aw, would ya lookit this guy?" Righty snickered. Lefty thoughtfully stroked his thumb and forefinger against the chin of his pyramid as he recalled his own induction into Silent Hill. He, too, had been a sniveling asshole, deserving the judgment he received.
"Hey, now," he clapped a hand on Alex's shoulder. "Take a moment to pull yourself together, big guy. I know it sounds tough, but here in Silent Hill we don't make mistakes. We pass judgments righteously, so just try to suck it up and we'll go from there."
"Prove it," Alex said.
"What?"
"Prove that I'm really the kind of guy you say I am. You can't judge me without proof, so I wanna see it."
Lefty was taken aback. Righty sensed his hesitation.
"You're not really gonna do it?" Lefty reached for the cuff securing Alex's wrist. "You are. Geez, well that's just great…"
"C'mon, just this once…" Lefty undid the last buckle freeing Alex's wrists.
"Well, you have fun with that!" Righty grumbled, retreating back into the darkness. "Hope he doesn't stab you or something!"
"He knows better than that!" Pyramid Head called, sweeping an arm around Alex. "Don't ya, buddy? Yeah, you're s smart guy, you know better than to try anything with me." Alex swallowed hard. The thing's grip was intense, its metal head seemingly impenetrable. "C'mon; I think I got the proof in my apartment."
"You have an apartment?"
"Yeah, I've been meaning to buy a house but…I dunno. Just haven't gotten around to it. You know how things are, you get busy with your job, judgin' and stuff…" Pyramid Head lumbered on, Alex trailing by his side.