Part One
Peter awoke in a cold sweat, his girlfriend still fast asleep next to him. For years he's been plagued with nightmares of a town, covered in a thick fog. His girlfriend rolled over to cuddle up next to him, but she was awoken.
"What's wrong?" she grumbled.
"That town I always dream about," he started. "It's calling to me. Something wants me to go there."
"What town?"
"I don't know. Just that town I always dream about since i was a little boy."
"Well go back to bed. It was just a dream Pete."
She rolled back over and fell asleep. Peter just sat there in the darkness. His dog Thackeray jumped up on his lap and fell asleep as well. Peter just dwelt on his thoughts of that town as he slowing drifted off to sleep.
Peter walked down the middle of a long stretch of road. unable to see due to the thickness of the dense fog, he pressed on. he could see faces of people in the windows of buildings lining the streets. His dog followed close behind him.
He could hear whispers around him, stopping at a sign that read 'Welcome to Silent Hill.'
His dog started to whimper as Peter walked on. As soon as he passed the boarder, a gun was shoved in his face. A young girl with short red hair and blue eyes glared at him from behind the gun.
Peter jerked awake to the sound of Thackeray barking in his ear. before he could forget her face, he grabbed his sketch pad and drew that girl he just saw in his dream. His girlfriend called him down to breakfast.
"I made your favorite," she smiled.
"Thanks," he mumbled.
"Are you okay?"
Peter just stared at his breakfast. "I know the name of that town, Sarah. Silent Hill."
"Silent Hill? The ghost town? The town that everyone calls hell? Why are you dreaming about that damned town?"
"I don't know. I feel like there's something there. Something that needs me there. It's calling me."
"Are you going to go?"
"I might have to, but I don't even know where it is."
"I don't want you to go."
"Why not?"
"Because anyone who goes to that town never comes back. Ever! So if you go there, don't bother coming back. Because I'll already think
you're dead."
Peter watched as Sarah started to cry, thinking about what she had just told him. But he had already made up his mind. He went to their room, packed his bag and loaded up the car. He started up the car and drove away. All he could see was the road ahead and the house in the review mirror.
Smoke rose from the hood of Peters car. He coughed and gagged as the smoke burned his throat. His cell phone had died so he was stranded. Although he managed to flag down an oncoming big rig. The driver opened the door.
"Need a lift?" the truck driver asked.
Peter climbed up and buckled in, "Thank you! I've been stuck here for hours! My phone died and everything."
"Not a problem. Names Travis. Where ya headed to?"
"Peter Mason. And my stop is across the bridge at the next town."
"Are you sure?"
Peter looked at Travis confused. "Yeah. Why?"
"It's nothing." Travis came to a full stop and Peter started to climb out. Travis grabbed his arm. "Take these. You'll need them. God knows I did," He handed Peter a folded piece of paper, driving off as fast as he possibly could.
Peter stuffed the paper into his coat pocket and started to walk. The whispers around him started. Just like in his dreams he stopped in front of a sign that said 'Welcome to Silent Hill.' As he crossed the boarder, a dark object came at him, and he blacked out.
He could here about half a dozen voices around him, but he couldn't make out what anyone was saying or even see anything. Someone pulled the execution hood off of him and a small red headed girl stood in front of him, gun at the ready.
"Who are you?" she asked firmly.
"Where am I?"
Peter looked around the room. He counted four people. Three male and only one female, which was that girl.
"Answer my question first," she demanded, "Who are you?"
He flinched. "Peter Mason!"
She just stood there staring at him, like stone. "Who's your father?"
"Harry Mason. I even have a half sister, Alessa."
The girl put down her weapon, "You really are a Mason." She looked at the man standing next to Peter. "Cut him loose."
"Why does it matter?" Peter asked, rubbing his wrists.
The girl extended her hand to him. "Alex Shepherd, SHST Leader. Member of the founding family of Shepherds Glenn."
Peter just stared at her. "What's a SHST?"
"Silent Hill Survival Team. I'm their leader."
"I gathered," he replied shaking her hand.
She pointed around the room. "This is my team. My right hand man Jag Grady. My strategist Phillip Sunderland, and my sniper Samuel Pendleton."
"Hey boss, check this out." Samuel had taken the paper from Peters jacket ant handed it to Alex.
She unfolded it and looked up at Peter. "Where did you get this map?"
"I didn't even know it was a map."
"No! Answer the question! Where did you get this?"
"Some trucker handed them to me when he dropped me off."
That got Jag's attention. He hopped off the table and walked over to Peter and got in his face, "What trucker?"
"I don't know! Trevor? I think his name was."
Jag snatched the maps and Alex turned back to Peter. "The man you met, that truck driver. That was Travis Grady, Jag's father."
"How do you know?"
"Each one of our parents were drawn to this town. Just like us," Phillip stated. "Something bad is happening here. Thats way we've all been called here. To find out what and shut it down."
"How long have you guys been here?"
"Some of us longer then others," Samuel said. "Alex and Jag were the first ones here."
"Unfortunately due to these events, we're not allowed to leave. At least not yet," Alex said.
"Who say what now?"
"We're all this thing called Children of the Order," Phillip started. "This town acting as our birthplace or where we we're concived. Our parents were drawn to this town many years ago for several different reasons. Alex's father tried to find his brother, Samuel's dad just tried to survive, mine killed my own mother and Jag's dad tried to save a girl. This town is full of puzzles, Peter Mason. You're the final piece. You can finally help us to escape and bring peace this place."
"Wait! Whoa, rewind," Peter interrupted, "What do you mean we cant leave?"
"We're trapped," Samuel said. "We can't leave until the town allows us to. Until we can solve the puzzle."
"This town is alive per say," Alex explained. "A game. And we, my friend, are the pawns."
Jag cut in, "Its done. We finally have the final map of the town."
Alex smiled. "Then lets get 'er done!"
"Get what done?" Peter asked confused.
Alex led him to the table everyone else was gathered at. It was full of maps from different locations. She pointed at the maps. "The red marks indicate the areas we've already scouted, the blue signify the places we still have yet to go. The red slashes are for out roads and locked doors. All of which lead up to the only building locked up tighter then a fat kids lunch box. The library."
"What's in the library?" Peter asked.
"Is this kid fo'real?" Phillip mocked.
"Information Peter," Alex said. "Information that is vital to us. The history of this town, what we can do to stop it or at least put it to piece."
"But there are things you don't yet know about this town," Phillip warned.
"Like?"
"There's an alarm. A loud one. It sounds every so often," Samuel explained.
"And when it does," Phillip added, "Run."
"There's a thing her called The Darkness," Alex continued. "That's when shit hits the roof. Things start to come after us, trying to stop us. So we had to learn to defend ourselves in every way possible."
"But there's one more thing you need to know about," Jag added at the last second.
The whole room went dead silent.
"Pyramid Head."
