Silent Hill:
Mitochondrial Pedigree
Chapter 1. Where Art Thou?
"I've finally found a place where I can be happy. This place is absolutely amazing. You must come here, at least just to visit. I'm waiting for you. We're all waiting for you in Silent Hill.
Janet"
Her green eyes scanned the letter again and tucked it into her back pocket as she entered her cheery white house. Janet was her best friend, also a repeated run-away. This time she'd been missing for three months.
"Angel? Is that you?" and elderly woman's voice rang out.
"Yes Grandmother Alessa. Have you taken your medicine yet?" Angel pocked her brunet head into the families living room.
"Yes, yes, my dear. Did I ever tell you about my great grandmother? You know I was named out of respect to her?" The old woman beamed a nearly toothless smile to her granddaughter.
"Yes Grandma. Grandmother…" the girl hesitated as she thought her question over, "…What do you know of a place called Silent Hill?"
Grandmother Alessa, who usually held a silly look, grew grave, as if she herself where dead. "You will never speak of that place again. You understand girl?"
"Yes ma'am." Angel agreed, Janet's note red hot in her pocket.
Angel dashed up her light beige carpeted stairs to her room and locked her white semi gloss painted door behind her. She pulled the blinds closed and pushed the power button on her computer.
The system flickered to life and a dull light emitted from the monitor and a soft buzzing noise came from within the tower.
"Welcome, Angelica." And automated voice said from within her small black speakers.
"Thank you Vera." Angel smiled, "Open search engine. Locate Silent Hill."
"Searching for Silent Hill…Searching for Silent Hill…Searching for Silent Hill…Searching for Silent Hill…Silent Hill found." The computer reported.
"Report." Angelica settled down in her plush chair.
"Located in West Virginia. One road in, one road out. Clear bath blocked by Rutledge Asylum."
"Hmmm…Vera, what's the population of the Asylum?"
"5,008. 1,000 staff; 4,008 patients. Would you like me to go into more detail?"
"No, that won't be necessary…Is there a patient by the name of Janet M. Wattson?" Angelica wondered as she read Janet's letter, yet again.
"Negative." Vera said, and though it was electronic, it held full confidence.
"Alright.", Angel closed her eyes and leaned back. A few minutes later she snapped up. "What's the population of Silent Hill?"
Vera took a minute of silence.
"Vera, report."
"Zero."
"What?!" Angel leaned forwards, totally interested, "For how long?"
"Would you like and exact time?"
"Just in years."
"152."
"And the road blocked by the asylum, that is the only way in or out?"
"It's not caged in, if that's what you're after."
"Hmmm…intriguing. You know what Vera? Grandma Alessa flipped when I mentioned Silent Hill. Go through her history for any connections to the town and the Asylum."
"Searching for…" Vera announced when Angelica pressed the mute button to the speakers.
Angelica flopped onto her pink lace, purple quilted twin sized bed. Her frosty eye shadow adorned eyes drooped, and lulled by the hum of her tower the dropped, and Angelica slept.