Alright, well, if you're here, you're hopefully familiar with Silent Hill, but if not, everything will be explained, so have no fear. I will be drawing from the movie, games, and comics. For those of you who have only seen the movie-the Christabella in this story is not the same as the one you saw there. She's originally from the comic series (which is bloody fantastic) and that's the character I'm using. Subliminal message: buy the comics.

Okay... So. Here are the pairings: AkuRoku, LarxNam, RiSoKai, XemSai, XigDem, LexZex, XalLux, MarVex, Sephiroth+Larxene, implied LuxordJack Sparrow and Luxord+Tia Dalma

I think that about covers it. This story will at certain points contain EXTREMELY GRAPHIC VIOLENCE AND TORTURE. You will be warned when these parts come up. IF YOU ARE SQUEAMISH: Leave now. Seriously, just leave. You should now better than to look at anything involving Silent Hill. Flaming, should you feel it necessary, will be more or less ignored, unless I think you're funny, or you actually have a valid point.

Here we go!

Chapter 1-Prologue

"You...You rat! You lying, cheating, fucking rat!" The undead eight year old beat her tiny hands against the air, fists thumping loudly as they collided with the unseen barrier. Long, black hair swung wildly behind her, the bloody, tattered mess of what used to be her stomach glaring out from the hole in her white funeral dress. "This wasn't part of the deal, asshole!"

Mickey watched her safely from the other side of the seal, his mouth curled into a disapproving frown. "Now, Christabella, you know language like that isn't nice. And you're right; this wasn't a part of the deal. I can't tell you how sorry I am about all this. You brought us the baby and saved her from becoming The Order's new Sacrifice, and we all really appreciate that, but..." The Mouse King sighed. "Well, I have to agree with Ansem on this one. The fact is, you're much too dangerous to be given free reign. You and the rest of Silent Hill need to be contained."

Christabella's eyes flashed. "Ansem? Of course. That bastard, this'd have to be his idea, wouldn't it? You're not exactly the conniving type..." She unclenched her fists, trying to regain her composure. Putting on her most innocent expression, she smoothed out her dress and folded her hands neatly in front of her. "Look, let's talk about this. Ansem has no idea what he's babbling about. Sealing me-us, rather-" She gestured to the various monstrosities that lurked behind her. "Is completely unnecessary. What if I just promise to stay away from the worlds under your protection?"

Mickey shook his head unhappily. "I'm awfully sorry, but I can't do that. You're...well, you've proven in the past to be less than trustworthy. And as much as I hate to pass judgment, there's no denying that you're an evil far greater than the heroes of my worlds are prepared to deal with. If you were to attack...well, golly, they'd be helpless! I can't have something like you running loose through the different worlds. Even the bad guys wouldn't be safe from you. I can't in good conscience let you go free when I know that innocent people will suffer for it. Surely you can understand that, can't you?"

If looks could kill, the king would have been strung up by his own intestines.

Christabella snarled in fury. "You can't keep me in here forever, you little shit! I'll get out. We all will. And I swear on all the demons and Elder Gods in this place, when I do, I'm coming straight for you. Every single one of your precious fucking worlds will be infected and corrupted by my will. I'm going to bring blood and pain and horror down on you and yours, and when I'm done, you'll all be a part of Silent Hill. You'll be my fucking minions." She pointed again to the monsters behind her. "You'll be like them, do you hear me? Twisted, suffering puppets who exist only to cater to my whim." The creatures behind her shifted about restlessly, agitated by the formidable ire that emanated from their petite mistress. "You dug your own grave, rat. Remember that when I'm destroying everything you love."

Mickey seemed entirely unimpressed. "Christabella, I hate to tell you this, but none of that's going to happen. This isn't an ordinary seal-unlike Whately and The Order, I'm not going to make the mistake of underestimating you. You're sealed by your own power. If you grow stronger, so will the barrier that keeps you in."

The child cocked her head. "Bullshit. Lauryn's long gone, ditched this plane after her second battle with Whately. No fucking way you found her and got her involved. And Dr. Troy is dead. Again. I saw that Goddess-thing kill him with my own eyes."

"You're not listening, Christabella; I said your power, I meant your power. Ansem used his research and my magic to find whatever was left of the little girl you used to be when you were alive. Your goodness, Christabella. With help from Alessa, we used that to make the binding spell that's holding you now. The only way out of here is to destroy that spell, and it's being held in my castle, far beyond your reach. As for Alessa, she's safe, too. She's sealed herself away from everyone, even me. Her last act before going into isolation was to make sure that you would never leave this place. You're well and truly trapped."

After taking a moment to process this, Christabella let out a shriek of rage.

Mickey bowed his head. "I really wish it could be different..." Shaking his head sadly, he vanished.

Christabella immediately left off her noise. "I think he bought it," She said, addressing the Pyramid Head that loomed off to her side. "Fucking idiot. Actually told me everything I needed to know in order to get out. It's like he wants me to annihilate him."

The rusty pyramid tilted to the side, questioningly.

"Oh, sure, he talks a big game, and sealing me the way he did was pretty clever. It won't be easy to bust out. But..." And here she turned, facing the rest of her horde. "That douche-bag Ansem is fucking around with forces he can't even begin to understand. With some kind of Darkness. It's not nearly as potent or powerful as our kind of Darkness-more like a distant cousin-but it's close enough that I can sense it, feel the changes he's making to it. A few more years, and I think he'll be making a 'break-through' of sorts. That's going to be our ticket out of here. And while I can't get out, things can still get in. All we have to do is wait. We'll be free soon enough, and then we can go and keep the promises we made to that rat-bastard Mickey. Won't that be fun?"

Her subjects shuffled about excitedly, letting her know that yes, they thought that would be quite fun indeed.