They Need Me

Chapter One- The Beginning Call

I do not own Silent Hill or Pyramid Head, but I do own Ginny, Clare, and Maggy. And all other future characters that I may create. Enjoy!

I stood next to a group of students, all of which were looking up at a stage built up two stories next to the school. The school was built like a castle but made of metal, looking more like a construction site than anything else. I frowned as my gaze rose to the stage on which we had graduated on, remembering how I hated everything about it. I hated the hot robes, the stupid cap, and the long staircase up to the horrid stage. Couldn't they have just given me my diploma and sent me home?

"Idiotic school..." I mumbled under my breath, crossing my arms over my chest. Why were we still here anyway? We graduated, we're done with this place...but we're still here. Awesome. I looked around for a familiar face, not surprised when I didn't find one. I was surrounded by people I didn't know, in place I didn't want to be. Yep, nothing could get better than this.

"Ginny!" I looked up at my name, scanning the people around me for someone familiar. A smile cracked my face when my friend Clare brought through the crowd, making her way towards me. She stopped in front of me and grinned,

"I finally found you! Jeez, you wouldn't believe how rude some of these people are here!"

"I believe it." I laughed, looking around for other people.

"Did you see anybody else?" I asked her, seeing her shake her head and look around as well. I ran a hand through my short hair and huffed in annoyance, the heat making me short tempered...as usual.

"Why are we even here? I don't see the Principal...or anybody." I pulled the letter that I received out of my pocket, reading it again. It told the seniors to meet here and wait for instructions, that attendance was mandatory. How could it be mandatory? They all graduated! Did they have any authority over them anymore?

"How annoying." I said to myself, though Clare nodded in agreement. A siren was heard but hardly anyone paid it any mind, they usually did the tornado sirens on Wednesdays. I frowned, it wasn't Wednesday. The lights suddenly went out, and I heard the collective gasp of the seniors in shock. Clare grabbed my arm tightly, she had never been too fond of the dark. I pat her hand to try to calm her, but I was quickly scanning the blackness...willing my eyes to adjust faster. I didn't like this. This had to be a joke, or a prank. Something.

Everyone seemed to look at the double doors at the same time, seeing pale light shining in. They all started to run to the doors, all pushing and shoving to get to it. Clare let go of my arm to join them, but I didn't go.

"Wait, Clare!" With all those people running towards them, someone was going to be hurt. Soon I was several feet behind the collective, all of them running to try to get out. But they weren't moving any farther, but why? I blinked in realization, the doors were locked. I swung around, looking everywhere. We were trapped in here...sitting ducks waiting to be shot. Even now as I started to panic, I thought of course this had to happen to me. My sarcasm always shown through to make me bitter.

My heart almost stopped when I heard an ear aching scratch of metal on top of metal. Loud, heavy footsteps filtered in between the scraping. I froze when I realized it was behind me, and rather close. How did it get that close without me hearing it? I was too scared to look, to breathe, to move...surely it would just be one of the teachers making a prank. Surely.

My pride swept through me, I would turn and face this like the joke it was. I swallowed the bile rising in my throat and turned around, a scowl ready on my face. But I felt it fade when my eyes traveled up the tall form that was now in front of me. What I first noticed was a huge, metal pyramid shaped mask on his head. And I could tell that it was a he because he only wore a shirt like ensemble around his waist; my gut twisted when I looked over the material closer. Was that...human skin?

His body was scarred and stained with...blood? He was muscular and big, much taller than me and as wide as maybe two of me side by side. His arms were at his sides but in one he was dragging a weapon, which was the source of the scraping. It was a huge sword like weapon, looking sharp yet old. I looked back up to his mask, hearing his muffled breathing underneath.

"Who...Who are you?" I whispered, though I was thinking WHAT was he? I took a few steps away and looked back at the others, did they even see this guy? None of them were looking over her, they were just beating on the doors like idiots. I blinked when I didn't hear the scraping anymore, I spun around and saw that the masked man was right behind me...he didn't move that fast before! I looked up and saw he had swung the sword up and was now bringing it down towards me; I wanted to run but my body wouldn't move, all I did was shut my eyes. My Dad always told me to face things head on...even death.

Thank you for reading! Sorry about the cliff hanger...but anybody who has read anything I've written knows I have to use a cliff hanger! (That's how I get you hooked. -wink wink-) Please review! XD