Proper Name: School of the Damned.

A Silent Hill Fan fiction

By: Tricky-n Bloody Death

Disclaimer: This is purely my story. All characters in this story are mine, and mine only. If there are any resemblances to characters of other fan fictions this is purely a coincidence, and I am sorry. I do not claim to own Silent Hill, I never will, but it is the place where this fan-fic takes place. I have only played one Silent Hill; so I do not know them very well, if this resembles one of the games a little to closely, please note that this is most likely a coincidence.

Chapter One:

Beginning of a Nightmare

Chris Monta pulled the cigarette from his lips and stuck it into the water of the bathroom sink, then through it in the trash. He slipped into one of the stalls and got up onto the toilet seat, clutching his knees up to his chin. He locked the stall just as someone walked into the bathroom, stopped at the sink, and coughed loudly. The footsteps shuffled to the stall next to him, and the person opened the door. He waited a few moments, and then almost sighed in relief as the person closed the stall door and sat down on the toilet.

He waited there for almost ten minutes, until finally the person left. He slipped off of the toilet and unlocked the door, stepping into the bathroom. He sighed with relief and walked calmly out of the bathroom. He ran a hand through his short black hair and then rubbed his temples. He soon arrived back at his classroom, and took a seat next to one of his buddies, George Claiger. Almost everyone in the class called him Gur for short, for he growled almost all the time when he was irritated.

"Why were you gone so long?" Gur said, slightly looking up from his Algebra textbook.

"I was almost caught by someone," Chris said, smiling slightly. "I barely managed not to screa-"

"Mr. Monta, is there a problem?" asked Chris' teacher, middle-aged man everyone called Mr. Bitch, because that's almost all he did.

"Uhh, there's no problem, Mr. Birtch." Chris replied, trying to look innocent. "I was just asking George what we're having for lunch today."

"Hmm, maybe you would like to ask the principle a question too?"

Chris blushed and replied, "Please sir, it was only a little question!"

Mr. Bitch looked at him and replied, "Very well, but if you step one more toe out of line, I'd say that detention looks a lot more common than your name on the honor roll."

Isn't it already! He thought to himself.

The bell rang a few minutes later, and Chris began to make his way to the cafeteria.

"What a bastard," Lucy Jonson said, talking about Mr. Bitch. "I could barely hear you guys and I'm one row over! He's all the way at the front of the class-room. What a loser!"

Chris smiled at her, and continued to pick at his mashed potatoes. A rumble of thunder and a flash of lightning almost made him choke. He sat there for a while, thinking, and it slowly began to rain.

Chris wasn't too handsome, he was pretty cute though, or so Lucy said all the time. He had short black hair, he was about six feet tall, and he was pretty muscular for his age. A lot of people stereotyped him, but they didn't know what to call him. Punk, prep, jock. It didn't matter, to them; he was everything that a student didn't want to be.

Something is so wrong! He thought to himself.

"Hey Chris, what's the matter?" Lucy said, smiling slightly.

"Have you ever had that feeling, that something is wrong? But you just can't put your finger on what it is? It's like you're on slow-motion the whole day."

"Yeah, I know what you mean, I usually get it after doing something mean, because then I feel…well…guilty, I guess you could say."

Chris thought about it for a moment. "Well, mine ain't guilt, that's for sure, it's closer to dementia." He thought about it for a little while longer.

A flash a lightning broke the sky in half, waking up Chris from his daydream. But he didn't just wake up, he-

"Jesus Chris! You jumped three feet into the freakin air!" Glen Rejin started to laugh, and was soon joined by Chris himself.

Their laughter was soon cut short though, as a loud scream filled the air. Chris turned his head towards the source. A girl a little bit older than him (he knew her) was spasming on the ground, a fresh puddle of blood lying next to her. "Oh my God!" someone in the crowd yelled.

Silent Hill High school, this place is messed up! He thought to himself. The girl calmed and then screamed again, a bright stream of blood erupting from her mouth and nose…and something else. Large black tendrils shot from her mouth, grabbing one of the other students, and squeezing their neck until their head simply fell off onto the ground. The girl with the tendrils shooting from her mouth stood up, then she simply began attacking the students.