Disclaimer: I don't own Silent Hill. That right belongs to Konami. How.. unfortunate for me.

Sixteen years ago

It wouldn't stop screaming. Its heart-wrenching cries slammed into her mind, as though with every wail an inch of her sanity was being crushed, her insomnia was getting to her from getting hardly any sleep at all the previous night, and her indigo dress was soaked in her blood. Scarlet's blood soaked hands were pressed to her ears, trying so hard to shut the damned noise out, but it seemed the harder the young mother attempted to block it out, the louder it got.

She rocked back and forth, clasping her sanious fingernails deeper into her scalp and shut over her ears harder as each passing second drifted by like an endless eternity. The indigo gown she purchased barely three days ago was now drenched from bottom to top in her blood, she bore no wounds on her body, yet the rivers of crimson recurred to taint the earth ground, and she was in the worst pain of her life.

Not that Scarlet cared anymore; it wasn't like it mattered; she wasn't really even aware of anything.

It hurt everywhere, especially the area where the blood seemed to ooze more and more from the walls with each passing second, like a raging sea of flame that threatened to devour the shreds of sanity the young mother clung to so desperately, but it seemed that no matter how many times she went over it in her head, it only deepened her confusion; her current dilemma tore her very soul in half, shattering the mental barriers she had put up to guard against the horrific noises and monstrosities. Scarlet's entrancing red eyes scanned the darkness, but all around her the darkness seemed inescapable, plus the bundle of blood soaked blankets concealing a wailing fragile body of life that wouldn't stop screaming its head off, and the female albino clasped her cold hands over her deafening ears, trying to block out the noise.

The walls of the tiny shack, where she had sought refuge from the nightmarish creatures, and had hid inside for two days now, pulsated with thick sinewy veins of black and red, oozing countless rivers of blood and pus from the mold encrusted wooden barriers that protected her from the numb cold outside. Her child, barely twenty-four hours old, suddenly grew quiet, as if she sensed that her endless shrieking wasn't helping her mother, and Scarlet smiled down in gratitude at her daughter who cooed softly in return, watching as her mother slowly removed her red streaked hands away from her deafened ears.

This baby, her daughter, was a gift, but only to Scarlet, and nobody else. Everyone else had glared disapprovingly down at her baby girl, silently scorning the young mother for giving birth to such a peculiar child; Scarlet's exact snow white hair and her entrancing, observant red eyes graced her daughter's s face, her skin was a smooth cream color in texture. She had come to this town to search for her high school sweetheart, whom she believed to be father of her baby and the cause of her malcontent, wearing nothing but the clothes on her back, but what she found within the town's misty fog was her worst nightmares, and she wished for nothing more than to leave this hellish town with her child.

Those nightmarish creatures that lurked about outside, spurting endless cacophony moans and unearthly shrieks of agony from their bleeding mouths, were still wandering aimlessly about; she could hear every unearthly noise they made and Scarlet desperately wanted to run outside, run away from the town that seemed to make certain she lost each shred of sanity she still possessed. A brief smile crossed Scarlet's blank face when her daughter yawned in an adorable manner, one that touched her heart, and her smile widened a little as she watched her child's curious crimson optics slowly close shut, her breathing eventually grew soft and silent.

She didn't care about anything anymore. All that mattered to Scarlet at that particular moment in her twenty-two year-old life was escaping this hellhole with her baby, and her sanity intact, but she didn't understand why she had even bothered coming here in the first place; her would-be husband was nowhere to be found. All that came to see her were those dreadful monsters that persistently pursued her; she felt a pang of guilt strike her heart, regretting the moment when she had thrown away the chance at beginning a life for her and her baby.

Hours passed. The first signs of dawn breaking through the dark clouds blinded Scarlet's eyes temporarily, and she blinked a few times while straining her vision as she looked at her surroundings, sighing heavily to herself in disbelief.

She still resided within the tiny shack.

Time passed again. She didn't know what it was, whether it was the quiet breathing that came from her still sleeping child, or whether it was the determination to ensure the safety of her and her baby, but Scarlet slowly got up. With her sleeping daughter cradled against her chest, the female albino left the shack, stepping out into the fog and into the unknown.

Seventeen years ago

Everyone should've known something was wrong.

Emily was new. With every nurse transferred to Brookhaven Hospital came the demand for every nurse that suddenly resigned or quit as suddenly as they started their first day, complaining about weird noises and even stranger occurrences; most seemed to happen in the basement where all the medical staff had been strictly forbidden never to enter, no matter what the circumstances. But Emily was well-liked by nearly everyone she met; it was hard not to enjoy being in her company.

Always smiling, cheerful, and warm. But Emily's usual cheerful and bright persona disappeared from her face the moment she stepped into the office that Friday morning; insomnia was most likely the cause of her unusually weary disposition this morning, due to the heavy bags of flesh hanging from under her eyes.

The eighteen year-old full time medical assistant staggered clumsily towards her employer, who shot her a concerned look but, like everything else that happened around her, Emily seemed aware of nothing, even the sluggish posture she had to her as she latched onto the counter, breathing in shallow breaths. All the other nurses grinned evilly at the young adult's intoxicated manner, their eyes bathing in devilish content when the young woman suddenly collapsed to the floor, convulsing violently as if she were having a seizure.

Her rose colored cheeks slowly grew a ghostly shade of white, and her emerald eyes, that had sparkled with joyfulness at many an occasion whenever her boss complimented on her work, were dull and devoid of all emotion and signs of life. Darlene rushed over to her fallen co-worker, placing her hands on her head, sputtering panicked comments of utter nonsense, her blue eyes darting frantically from her boss to her shivering friend, whose body seemed to quake from head to toe against some unseen breeze of a nonexistent frigid draft.

Beads of sweat trickled down her pale forehead, even if it was mid-fall, trying desperately to make out whose blurred facial outline loomed in front of her, but all she could make out was sympathetic ocean blue eyes and baby soft brown hair; it was her friend Darlene. That much she knew. Emily's violent spasm grew as Darlene gently eased the trembling woman off the floor, cradling Emily's head in her lap stroking her hair in a comforting way, but she still seemed unaware of what was happening. Darlene was shocked when Emily lifted her head. So oddly pale, tired and weak she looked, still dripping sweat and her emerald eyes beheld a look of pure astonishment and terror at something only she was able to see.

Emily could only cry and continue to shiver in her friend's lap, despite not seeing her co-workers shaking their heads, or the few disapproving clicks of their tongues, or their hushed whispers of what they believed may have happened. Because of the harsh breathing that came from Emily's pale blue lips, her friend had to lean in closer to her ear to catch the soft whisper the eighteen year-old made.

"I never should've left Silent Hill."

Fifteen years ago

"Should we, darling? I mean, what if they belong to someone? Their parents may be looking for them."

Virgil cradled the sleeping children in his arms, the young toddlers he'd so fiercely disputed over his wife to bring them home with them, whose teal blue eyes were glazed with concern and worry, but had eventually won their argument, assuring his wife, Eva, that their parents had abandoned them.

Why was he so desperate in keeping these children?

Was it because that after they married they had found out that Eva couldn't bear children of her own?

Was that why he desired so much to take them under their wings? Under their care?

The girls had told them they were four; one was clearly older than the other, but for now neither of the adults could tell which one, and besides that little bit of information they either wouldn't, or couldn't, remember anything else. If they hadn't stopped because of car trouble, and if Eva hadn't gotten out of the car to retrieve the map from the trunk, they never would've spotted them lying face down in the mud. And they never would've pulled them up in time.

"We should.. who could leave them like this?" It was decided then and there. Virgil had made up his mind and Eva agreed to the decision. All signs pointed to this being a God send; a miracle. Yes. A miracle to the couple. Two children for the childless couple, two girls hanging between the balance of life and death. They had saved them in their time of need. It was a miracle they had found them.

Surely a miracle.

Author's Thoughts: Shorter than what I usually write, no? I deleted my other Silent Hill fic; Nowhere To Run and Nowhere To Hide. It wasn't doing that well anyways, and what's the sense in keeping a fic if nobody except two people like it? Don't worry, NTRNTH is basically a continuation of this fic, only it'll be better. Hopefully.

Review please. Anyone who wishes to be added besides the three people in this fic please message me. Ja ne, people!