Disclaimer: I own no part of Silent Hill. Some monster designs are my own, but I will say when and where that is.

Well…Let's get started…

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Silent Hill – Incarceration

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'Pain.

My leg. It hurts.

Where am I?

Why can't I see?

Why does this place smell so odd?'

The blurriness in his head started to fade as the young man opened his eyes to a room full of white. He was lying down in a hospital bed, only wearing one of those gowns that don't close right. It took him a moment before his eyes managed to adjust.

The smell of sanitizer products burned his nose as he tried to move around. He was still fuzzy and his arms came up to his face, as he checked himself, subconsciously. He didn't have his glasses. Hospital probably removed them. His left ankle hurt, and he couldn't move it a lot. It didn't sting so much as it just throbbed. He felt his mullet-length dirty blonde hair around him, and on his face.

"Decided to join the living, huh?"

He looked over to see a man sitting next to his bed. His voice was a bit loud, but that was probably the sleep left in his head. He has wavy, brown hair and the brightest blue eyes he had ever seen. He had some dark stubble on his face, probably something he would never get rid of. He had good bone structure in his face, and nice, tan skin. He was gorgeous.

"Well, I was here to check on how you were doing." He said. "Good to see you're awake."

"Mmmn…" The young adult muttered. "Who…are you?"

"Doctor Roger Waters." He said, taking out a penlight. "I gotta do this." He looked into his right eye and shone the light into it. "Why don't you tell me about yourself?"

"My name's…Tyler Summers…" The patient answered. "How did I get here?"

After checking his other eye, the doctor put his light away. "You were in a car accident. Spun out into a ditch. There wasn't much damage to your car. But you did hurt your ankle, and we had to put it in a brace."

Tyler vaguely remembered that he was going to a vacation spot he liked, but there was a horrible storm. He tried to find a hotel, but apparently that hadn't worked out.

Dr. Waters continued. "You seem to be doing alright, but we need you to stay in this hospital for about a week for observation." He smiled. "Just in case. Don't want some sort of hemorrhaging to start while you're alone and could be under our care."

"Point made." Tyler said.

"We'll need you to go to a physical therapy session or two, though, just to make sure if your motor functions are good." Waters said. "The brain is a delicate thing."

"What city am I in?" Tyler asked.

"Silent Hill." Waters answered. "You're in Alchemilla Hospital."

Tyler remembered the town's name fleetingly. He'd heard of it, but that was it.

"Your personal effects are all in this chair here." Waters continued. "The police found an MP3 player as well, but if it has radio access, I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you not to use it. Pacemakers and life support systems act out around radios and cell phones."

"I hardly listen to the radio anyway. Are my glasses over there?"

"Yeah. Here." Waters gave him his glasses.

Tyler put on his glasses, which helped him feel a lot less naked. Everyone said he had a face for glasses. "Can I put my clothes on now?"

"One moment." The doctor walked over to his left hand, pulling off the clamp on his finger that measured pulse. The machine beeeeeeped continuously for a moment before the doctor turned it off. "You won't need that any more."

"My clothes?" Tyler repeated.

"Pants and a shirt, sure. But your shoes need to stay off." Waters said. "What town do you come from? We need to check your medical records for any medications or allergies."

"Whitegate." Tyler said. "I never go out of state."

"Alright. I'll be back shortly." Waters said, walking out of the room. "You can change while I'm gone." He said without looking at Tyler.

Slowly standing from the bed, Tyler's ankle throbbed painfully as he put pressure on it. He immediately shifted his weight off of it and walked awkwardly over to his clothes. He grabbed his black leather jacket, black shirt, and black jeans. He sat back down on the bed, taking all of the pressure off of his injured ankle.

Reaching into his coat pocket, he pulled out his MP3 player, and a black hair band. He pulled his long hair into a short, shoulder-length ponytail, and set the player aside. He got out of the hospital gown, and finally looked at his body. He had some bruising up and down his arms, across his chest, and especially on his knees, but it wasn't terrible. He had certainly had worse. He felt his head and felt gauze taped to his head. He must have hit his head pretty hard.

He put on the shirt easily, but when he tried to put on the pants, the cast got in the way. "Damnit." He whispered.

A knock was heard.

Tyler looked up. "That was fast."

"Good system." Waters smiled. "This is Nurse Defoe." He introduced a young woman with dark hair in a pink scrub. "We've gone about notifying your next-of-kin. You're grandparents, I presume?"

"That's right." Tyler said.

"Well, I asked Nurse Defoe to help you if you need it. If you need anything else, she can help." Waters continued. "I need to go check on some more patients."

Waters left, and Tyler just sort of looked at the nurse for a moment before looking at his pants. "Can you help me put these on?"

"Sure, hon." She said. She walked over, taking his pants. "Hold up your legs." He did so, and she, very carefully, put his pants on, wiggling them around his cast. "Anything else?" She asked pleasantly.

"Is there any way I can get like a crutch or something?" Tyler asked. "In case I need to walk to the bathroom, I'd like to put as little weight on my leg as I can."

"Good idea." The nurse said. "I'll see if I can get you a cane."

"Thank you." Tyler said, tersely.

Defoe left and Tyler put his headphones on. He searched through his list of music on his MP3 player and saw a lot of rather dark music. Some music remakes by Marilyn Manson, one Korn song, "Excess" by Tricky, and just to shake up the list, quite a bit of Lady Gaga.

Tyler selected "Excess," and tried to relax to the strangely smooth yet haunting melody. After about ten seconds, however, the device started humming with static. The static became stronger until the song was drowned out. Tyler took off his headphones, looking at them strangely. Though they were away from his ears, he could still hear the static coming through.

Feeling a presence of someone else in the room, Tyler looked up expecting to see Defoe, but what he saw was rather different. Instead, he saw a person in a white robe that touched the floor. They were young, but definitely adult, with long, black hair that slightly obscured their face. The odd thing was that Tyler couldn't determine simply by looking at this person what gender they were.

The figure just stared at Tyler and Tyler, unable to do much else, stared back at him/her/it.

The figure finally blinked it's rather large green eyes and slowly started to move away from the door, still looking at Tyler out of its peripheral vision. Once it was gone, the static slowed and finally dissipated. The chorus of Excess was faintly heard.

"…The heck was that?" Tyler muttered aloud.

He heard the clacking of Defoe's gait as she walked into the room. "Here you are, then." She said, placing a sturdy metal cane by his left hand. "Listen, I brought you some painkillers to help with your ankle. In a couple of hours, I'll need you to go to physical therapy to check your motor functions. It'll help you get used to that cane, too."

"Thank you." Tyler said, still looking at the door. "Did you see someone leave the door?" He asked.

"No. What did they look like?" Nurse Defoe asked.

"Uh…long, black hair, white robe?"

"Was it a man or woman?" Nurse Defoe asked.

"I'm…not sure…" Tyler said. "I'm not making any sense am I?"

"Not really." Nurse Defoe laughed.

"When do you need me to be in the physical therapy?" Tyler asked.

"In about an hour. Take that Tylenol first, though."

"Tylenol?" Tyler asked. "Isn't that a little generic for a hospital?"

"It works better than anything we can give you that won't knock you loopy." The nurse chuckled. "I'll be back in a little while. Once the Tylenol kicks in, it would be a good idea to walk around and get used to using that cane." She watched Tyler take the Tylenol with some water she'd brought, and finally left.

Tyler sat back on the bed, listening to music. After about half an hour, the pain in his ankle softened to a dull throb. He'd broken limbs before, and it didn't hurt nearly as bad. It must have just been sprained. He'd be fine in about a week; he was always a fast healer.

Looking at the metal cane he'd gotten, he decided to try walking with it. It was good and sturdy, and he had little trouble. It was a lot more practical than a crutch. It didn't take too long before he could hobble at his usual walking speed.

He had put his mp3 player in his pocket, and his headphones rested on his shoulders. Despite his player not even being on, he started to hear distortions coming through the headphones. He pulled the chord, unplugging the headphones. Quiet static continued to come from the headphones.

Tyler looked up at the open doorway, half expecting the Ambiguous Phantom from before. Instead, the once bright, white hall was now too dark to see. Curiosity got the better of Tyler and he wandered into the hallway slowly. He looked down the hall and saw that a few lights were still on, but it gave the entire place a horror movie-like effect of suspense and promises of fear.

Tyler turned around to see if the rest of the hallway was the same, and saw the epitome of all fear in all of Silent Hill.

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And that's all for the prologue. I'll be more in-depth later, but this was just to establish the basis for the story. Now, I know that usually, a person isn't allowed to wear their normal clothes when they're admitted to a hospital, but for the purposes of the story, I needed Tyler to be in his normal clothes.