(This is a story I have had in my mind for quite a while. I've finally decided to put it into writing. Please, give me your criticism. If I get encouragement I may upload more of this story. This is a romance between two original characters. There will be gore. There will be lust in a mainly homosexual fashion. This is not going to be a story for those with weak stomachs.)

~Prologue~

My name is Travis Nilche and four days ago I was no different than anyone else. I was living happily with my girlfriend Annie in our town house. Life was nearly perfect, hard sure, but worth while. Now my life is crashing down around my ears and it all started with one single dream. In that dream I tumbled through darkness, lost and searching for my way home through the wet and hot dark. Voices called to me beckoning with sweet words. One stood out most to me however. That voice belonged to a young girl and it brought a longing to me that stayed with me even after I woke. "Come to me, Travie. Silent Hill waits for you." she had whispered into my ear. As soon as I'd come out of that dream I had packed up my things and gathered Annie onto the back of my motorcycle.

A day later was the crash. We were dressed in our leathers, shaking from the cold rain. Annie's arms were wrapped around my waist and she begged me to stop. I should have listened, but I was too maddened by my need to find Silent Hill. I had to find the source of that voice that had called to me so sweetly in my dreams.
"Annie, chill out. We're almost there, I know it." I'd called to her over the sound of the rain and the road beneath us. I had only turned my head for a minute to glance at her. When I turned back around I had no time to react. There was no road, just a large rend in the ground where the road should have been. I turned sharply, far too sharply. I remember veering off the road, the impact, the noise, then nothing but darkness.

The darkness called to me even in my unconscious state. I remember lying in a pool of black, the sound of footsteps in the distance. Her hair was long and ebony, straight as an arrow to her waist. She was no more than thirteen, her body only beginning to shape into that of a woman. Something was so familiar about her, but her very presence was like a bad omen. She held her hand out to me as the darkness began to swarm and surge around her. Black shapes like snakes and clawed hands reached around her for me. Her eyes opened and they were empty sockets filled with nothing but what looked like dying embers.
"Travie, come to us," she began to murmur. Her voice was barely audible, and was soon drowned out for a moment as the sound of screeching metal on metal caught my attention. "You belong with us. Come home. We've missed you!"

I'd woken to my shoulders being shaken. The scent of something like copper pennies hit my nose and nearly made me gag. Annie was bruised, but otherwise she looked alright. The smell had been a deep gash in my forehead. I'd hit a tree when I'd veered off the road. Somehow we had managed to stay alive and relatively uninjured in comparison to what could have happened. Annie touched my cheek and wiped the blood from dripping into my eyes. I don't know how many hours had passed, but the sky was the pale gray of eary morning wrapped in many layers of nearly blinding fog.
"Where are we?" I'd asked her. She had meerly pointed past our accident. I barely took the time to process that my bike was totalled as I caught sight of my obsession. Silent Hill was printed clearly on an old and rather rusted sign. I'd found it, that place in my dreams. In my nightmares.

The days that followed had been filled with nothing more than hell itself. We'd found that monsters plagued Silent Hill. When the rain fell harder they became ferocious. Dog-like beasts tracked us, creatures attacked from the skies, and massive insectoid fiends flooded the subways. Those creatures, even the humanoid beings, were nothing compared to him however. He is the most terrifying thing I have ever seen. He drags around a weapon like a sword too heavy to carry properly. On his head he wears a huge helmet shaped like a pyramid. Since Annie and I first step foot into Silent Hill he has chased us. I fear the day when he or any of the other monstrosities in this place finally catch up to us. I fear for our very sanity in this place called Silent Hill.

(Please, tell me what you think.)