Saviour
Written by the Rat.
Disclaimer. I do not own any of the terms mentioned here.
I have no affiliation with Konami or anybody else who has
anything at all to do with the making of the game Silent Hill.
Prologue.
The car drove on into the night. The driver, a short balding
man with ruffled up clothes looked nervously behind him.
He wasn't keeping his eyes on the road and nearly went into a ditch.
He knew he had to get away. He had escaped, by decieving his fellow
man but none the less, he had escaped. At no time since his escape
had he felt bad at what he had done but it was starting to sink in now.
The screams, the cries of agony. He had become a monster.
He quickly checked his reflection in the mirror. He was still human,
despite the nagging feeling of guilt he had in him. He had left them
there to die. But as he drove he felt another tug in the back of his
mind. Like he wasn't alone. He checked in the back seat. No-one.
He felt eyes on him. The eyes of the people he had left for dead.
The rational mens eyes, the hysteric womans eyes and the innocent
childrens eyes. It were their eyes that had him worried so much.
They didn't deserve what had happened to them. But he had learnt through
life that there was only one person you could depend on. Yourself.
He came to a turn off. His car lights lit up the whole area as he
came to a stop. The signs were old and hard to read. He didn't want
to risk getting out so he pulled up to the signs. One was totally
unreadable. The other had an "S" at the start and and "H" at the
other end. It could mean Silent Hill, and he was sure as hell not
going back there. He turned down the other road and continued on his way.
As he did, he failed to notice the grey fog that was settling over the road.
As it touched the road it stopped. From out of it there was a noise.
A high-pitched squealing sound followed by a clicking sound. Something
walked outof the fog. It stared at the car. The car would be back.
It couldn't escape.
And the car drove on into the night.
Chapter one.
Jerry Roman leant down to change the radio station. In doing so he split
his morning coffee all over the passenger seat. "God damn it!" he shouted,
and threw the cup and its last remaining contents out the window.
He turned the radio off then reached back for a towel. He always kept a
towel in the back seat in case he was car sick. He began cleaning up the
coffee before it soaked into the seat, keeping his eye on the road as well.
After cleaning most of the mess he started on the radio again.
Here he was, in his tidy clothes, expensive haircut and his BMW and he couldn't
get any decent radio stations. He was supposed to meet with a very important
investor across the country and so had to travel along more country roads
than he was used to. He was not going to spend the next ten hours listning
to "Believe in Jesus, as he will saveth you......" and "Repent, for Jesus
knows all." He knew country people had a right to listen to whatever they
wanted but he needed at least one thing to do on the trip. Finally he
switched it off and switched to the scenery.
He assumed he would be used to animals by now, being the manager of the
largest animal care centre in America, but he couldn't watch cows and sheep
for the remainder of the journey.
He began to sing to pass the time but it crept up on him. The car motored
up a hill that lead to a straight, so he was now overlooking a large area
of the countryside. He could see a small building that appeared to be a
diner in the distance. As he looked closer, he saw it was. In fact, there
was a whole township at the bottom of the hill. He sighed a breath of relief
and drove down the hill towards the town.
He drove past a large billboard that he was suprised he missed before.
It was advertising KFC. Jerry felt that he could go for a portion of
secret herbs and spices right now.
As he drove on he saw that there was a bridge leading into the town.
No, it wasn't a bridge. It was more like a tunnel. He found it strange that
a tunnel would be important for a small town. As he neared it he felt a
sense of dread wash over him. The tunnel looked like a huge mouth, waiting
to snatch him up. He drove through it. As he did is head began to spin.
A montage of old memories washed over him. His childhood, his parents living
in Florida. His old apartment he had before he made his millions.
And Marcy.
His wife.
The more that images of her face came to him the more he knew he
didn't want to see them. She was the only true source of happiness for him.
Not his flash car, or three story house. It wasn't his stocks or his hand
made shoes that made her happy.
It was him.
They had each other.
But cancer quickly saw to that.
He brushed aside the memories and concentrated on the road. He had passed
through the tunnel and into the city. As he did pass through the end of it
he noticed how dark it had got. He looked at his watch. It was only six
thirty, but it was darker here. He also saw that the town didn't seem like
a town anymore. It was bigger somehow. It was more like a small city.
He pulled over at the diner and stopped the car. It seemed out of place here.
The town, from what he could see, was very empty. He could not see a single
person anywhere. He got out of his car and looked out. Still no-one.
He made for the diner, but stopped when he saw the large "Closed" sign in the
window. What was up with this town he thought. As he pondered over this he
heard a laugh. A short, shrill laugh like that of a child. Jerry got back
in his car and drove around the corner. There was still nobody to be seen so
he drove straight to a intersection. He looked to the right and saw that way
was similar to the others he had seen. He casually lookedto the left and
saw about six hundered people walking towards his car.
Jerry panicked and slammed the car into reverse. It groaned in protest then
roared into life. The people were carrying flags and torches, and some wore
masks. He turned the car around and drove into the next street. He slowed
down at the footpath to wait and see if the crowd followed him.
The people rounded the corner to the left of them. A few of them laughed
and pointed in his direction. Then Jerry saw three small children walking
with the group. They were holding a banner. They turned it slightly and
Jerry could make out the words "Silent Hill" and "Celebration." He realised
it was a parade. He quietly laughed and got out of his car, making sure to
lock the door. He ran and caught up with the group, and he followed them
until they reached the main street, where more people were waiting, cheering
on the parade. he looked at the signs and saw "Silent Hill: 100 years on."
It was some sort of anniversary parade. Jerry left the group and joined the
watching public. Eventually the parade dispersed and he made his way back to
his car. The thought crossed his mind that the diner may now be open so he
drove back to it.
Written by the Rat.
Disclaimer. I do not own any of the terms mentioned here.
I have no affiliation with Konami or anybody else who has
anything at all to do with the making of the game Silent Hill.
Prologue.
The car drove on into the night. The driver, a short balding
man with ruffled up clothes looked nervously behind him.
He wasn't keeping his eyes on the road and nearly went into a ditch.
He knew he had to get away. He had escaped, by decieving his fellow
man but none the less, he had escaped. At no time since his escape
had he felt bad at what he had done but it was starting to sink in now.
The screams, the cries of agony. He had become a monster.
He quickly checked his reflection in the mirror. He was still human,
despite the nagging feeling of guilt he had in him. He had left them
there to die. But as he drove he felt another tug in the back of his
mind. Like he wasn't alone. He checked in the back seat. No-one.
He felt eyes on him. The eyes of the people he had left for dead.
The rational mens eyes, the hysteric womans eyes and the innocent
childrens eyes. It were their eyes that had him worried so much.
They didn't deserve what had happened to them. But he had learnt through
life that there was only one person you could depend on. Yourself.
He came to a turn off. His car lights lit up the whole area as he
came to a stop. The signs were old and hard to read. He didn't want
to risk getting out so he pulled up to the signs. One was totally
unreadable. The other had an "S" at the start and and "H" at the
other end. It could mean Silent Hill, and he was sure as hell not
going back there. He turned down the other road and continued on his way.
As he did, he failed to notice the grey fog that was settling over the road.
As it touched the road it stopped. From out of it there was a noise.
A high-pitched squealing sound followed by a clicking sound. Something
walked outof the fog. It stared at the car. The car would be back.
It couldn't escape.
And the car drove on into the night.
Chapter one.
Jerry Roman leant down to change the radio station. In doing so he split
his morning coffee all over the passenger seat. "God damn it!" he shouted,
and threw the cup and its last remaining contents out the window.
He turned the radio off then reached back for a towel. He always kept a
towel in the back seat in case he was car sick. He began cleaning up the
coffee before it soaked into the seat, keeping his eye on the road as well.
After cleaning most of the mess he started on the radio again.
Here he was, in his tidy clothes, expensive haircut and his BMW and he couldn't
get any decent radio stations. He was supposed to meet with a very important
investor across the country and so had to travel along more country roads
than he was used to. He was not going to spend the next ten hours listning
to "Believe in Jesus, as he will saveth you......" and "Repent, for Jesus
knows all." He knew country people had a right to listen to whatever they
wanted but he needed at least one thing to do on the trip. Finally he
switched it off and switched to the scenery.
He assumed he would be used to animals by now, being the manager of the
largest animal care centre in America, but he couldn't watch cows and sheep
for the remainder of the journey.
He began to sing to pass the time but it crept up on him. The car motored
up a hill that lead to a straight, so he was now overlooking a large area
of the countryside. He could see a small building that appeared to be a
diner in the distance. As he looked closer, he saw it was. In fact, there
was a whole township at the bottom of the hill. He sighed a breath of relief
and drove down the hill towards the town.
He drove past a large billboard that he was suprised he missed before.
It was advertising KFC. Jerry felt that he could go for a portion of
secret herbs and spices right now.
As he drove on he saw that there was a bridge leading into the town.
No, it wasn't a bridge. It was more like a tunnel. He found it strange that
a tunnel would be important for a small town. As he neared it he felt a
sense of dread wash over him. The tunnel looked like a huge mouth, waiting
to snatch him up. He drove through it. As he did is head began to spin.
A montage of old memories washed over him. His childhood, his parents living
in Florida. His old apartment he had before he made his millions.
And Marcy.
His wife.
The more that images of her face came to him the more he knew he
didn't want to see them. She was the only true source of happiness for him.
Not his flash car, or three story house. It wasn't his stocks or his hand
made shoes that made her happy.
It was him.
They had each other.
But cancer quickly saw to that.
He brushed aside the memories and concentrated on the road. He had passed
through the tunnel and into the city. As he did pass through the end of it
he noticed how dark it had got. He looked at his watch. It was only six
thirty, but it was darker here. He also saw that the town didn't seem like
a town anymore. It was bigger somehow. It was more like a small city.
He pulled over at the diner and stopped the car. It seemed out of place here.
The town, from what he could see, was very empty. He could not see a single
person anywhere. He got out of his car and looked out. Still no-one.
He made for the diner, but stopped when he saw the large "Closed" sign in the
window. What was up with this town he thought. As he pondered over this he
heard a laugh. A short, shrill laugh like that of a child. Jerry got back
in his car and drove around the corner. There was still nobody to be seen so
he drove straight to a intersection. He looked to the right and saw that way
was similar to the others he had seen. He casually lookedto the left and
saw about six hundered people walking towards his car.
Jerry panicked and slammed the car into reverse. It groaned in protest then
roared into life. The people were carrying flags and torches, and some wore
masks. He turned the car around and drove into the next street. He slowed
down at the footpath to wait and see if the crowd followed him.
The people rounded the corner to the left of them. A few of them laughed
and pointed in his direction. Then Jerry saw three small children walking
with the group. They were holding a banner. They turned it slightly and
Jerry could make out the words "Silent Hill" and "Celebration." He realised
it was a parade. He quietly laughed and got out of his car, making sure to
lock the door. He ran and caught up with the group, and he followed them
until they reached the main street, where more people were waiting, cheering
on the parade. he looked at the signs and saw "Silent Hill: 100 years on."
It was some sort of anniversary parade. Jerry left the group and joined the
watching public. Eventually the parade dispersed and he made his way back to
his car. The thought crossed his mind that the diner may now be open so he
drove back to it.
