Fading to Darkness

Maggie Griffin

Summary: Three different people find their way to Silent Hill, where a prophecy has revealed that two will take rule, and one will come to destroy all.

Disclaimer: Silent Hill doesn't belong to me. If it did, I would be playing with Pyramid Heads, and harassing nurses!

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CHAPTER 1: AMY

In The Fog...

My name is Amy. Amy Connors.

I'm fairly ordinary. I live in an ordinary town. Havenbrook Falls. I'm seventeen, finishing my last year in high school, going on to College and a career in advertising. Sounds ordinary enough I suppose.

Not that different in appearence. 5"5 with a fairly slim frame, blue eyes, short copper-colored hair. Attractive enough, and not self-absorbed enough to flaunt it.

Ordinary.

So why am I standing here, hiding in an alleyway, clutching a heavy tire iron in my hands, and looking as though I had just seen the devil himself? Because I have. At least, something that could be described as such. God, I don't even know how I got here. This dank little alleyway. Yes, I remember running into it after that...thing, came running after me.

I had thought it was a dog.

Well it was; albeit a skinned one, with blood and mukus dripping from its jaws.

I don't know where 'this' is. I know I'm not in the same place anymore. My mind's all a jumble. I remember waking up this morning. Havenbrook Falls, same as I had left it the night before. I remember thinking about the odd nightmares I had gone through during the night. Then, eating breakfast, grabbing my pack, heading for the front door and to school.

Opening the front door, closing it behind me, turning around, and....nothing.

I suddenly didn't know where I was. The streets were all different. Different, and deserted. Not at all like the streets had always been on a Monday morning.

I had blinked.

Turning around, my hand still on the doorknob. My hand drewing back in shock as I had realized this was not my house. I remember thinking. What the hell? I remember jiggling the doorknob, only to find the door locked. No amount of yelling and pounding had brought about any answer.

What it had brought, was what I had first thought to be a rather large dog.

Now, here I was, in this alley.

Hoping to God that thing would not know where I was hiding, crouched behind a greasy green trash bin.

But I could hear the growling coming closer, and hear the faint protest of rusted hinges being pushed against. The small fence squeled as the thing pushed against it, but yielded. It could, I knew as much. And hear my distorted breathing, and sense my immense fear.

What the hell is it? God, what is happening?

Some thoughts broke through, though no different then any of the others I've thought since leaving the house.

Where am I?

The shuffling was getting louder.

What is that thing?

I could hear the panting now, just on the other side of the bin, and a low growl. The stupid thing clawed at the bottom of the bin, his sharp claws creating a sickening noise on the concrete. It didn't realize I was on the other side, not under it.

Not for long.

It reared up suddenly, and slowly began to pad over towards me. I could feel the wall on my back, as I pressed up against it painfuly, my knuckles turning white from holding the tire iron so tightly.

I whimpered as the creature's massive, slim head come around the corner of the bin, sniffing and growling.

"GET AWAY!" my own voice startled me, and I felt an immense adrenaline rush course through my backbone as I raised my hands, bringing the tire iron down on the creatures head as hard as I could.

The sickening cracking noise didn't get to me until the thing was sprawled on the floor, its head still the only thing fully visible to me. Now, the mucus I had seen dripping from its mouth was seeping out of the things eyes, which leered at me lifelessly.

Turning, I gagged violently.

What hell had I come to...?