Title: Silent Homecoming

Rating: R

Summary: Five months later, Rodney finds himself back in Silent Hill. This time, he's not alone.

Disclaimers: I don't own anything

12/24/09

Chapter One

"Oh, you've got to be kidding me."

Rodney McKay stood in the middle of a hallway that threatened to fall down around him. His heart pounded as the flashlight from his P-90 illuminated the rubble and ruined wallpaper.

How the hell can I be back here?

He shook his head, not able to grasp why he stood in the very hotel he'd been in five months ago.

What's going? Why am I here?

Taking a deep breath, he headed down the corridor, searching for the exit. He turned a corner and stopped short. A pile of fallen debris blocked his path. A flash of light on the other side caught his attention.

Someone else is here.

"Hello? Someone there?"

The light vanished. Rodney cursed and looked for a way around. Climbing over the mess appeared too dangerous. A doorway to his right stood wide open, its door long gone. He hurried inside the room and found a large hole in the wall.

"Well, isn't that obvious." Rodney rolled his eyes and squeezed through the wall and into the next room.

Static blared from his radio and he jumped. He aimed his P-90 at the opened doorway in front of him. Images of the monsters he encountered the last time he was here flickered before him.

"Come one, you slow poke."

He crept toward the doorway, his pulse raced through his veins. He peeked around the door frame. Movement caught his attention and the static grew louder.

Oh, hell.

Rodney swung his weapon around to aim at the activity. The light revealed a woman in a short dress and high heels wobbling toward him. Large gashes tore through what used to be the woman's face.

The creature charged, swinging a large knife. He opened fire, but he wasn't quick enough. The blade sliced through his arm. He winced, but the monster fell to the floor. He kicked the creature in frustration.

"I just want out of here!"

He kicked the fiend again for good measure then continued down the corridor.

The light he spotted earlier returned. It shone in his eyes, blinding him. He cringed.

"Who the hell are you?"

Rodney shielded his eyes from the brightness. Footsteps stomped toward him.

"I'm Dr. Rodney McKay. Will you get that damn light out of my eyes?"

"No. Where the hell did you come from?"

Rodney's irritation grew. He narrowed his eyes to glare at the figure. "I can ask you the same question."

The flashlight dimmed and Rodney saw a young man in a military jacket and jeans. His dark hair stuck out everywhere.

Oh, great. John Sheppard's younger brother.

"Who are you?" Rodney snapped.

"Alex Shepherd."

Rodney flung his arms out. "Of course. That's just perfect."

Alex shook his head. "I don't have time for this. I need to find my brother."

The idea of wandering around the hotel alone again didn't sit well with him. If this guy knew a way out he was coming along.

"I'm coming with you. This place is dangerous and I've been here before."

"Fine. Let's go."

Rodney gritted his teeth. He really didn't want to take orders from a kid, but he might need Alex's help.

Alex led the way down the corridor. Rodney kept an eye on the younger man. He wasn't about to let Alex disappear before his eyes. If anything, he'll discover why and how it happened.

"How did you end up here?"

Alex glanced over his shoulder. "The town or the hotel?"

Rodney rolled his eyes. "The town."

"I woke up in the town."

A chill came over him and he shivered. "Same thing happened to me five months ago."

"You've been here for five months?"

Rodney laughed. "No. I escaped, but for some reason, I'm back and in this death trap of all places."

The sound of rubble falling behind him sent an urge to run for safety, but he knew better. Running around blind in this place was more dangerous than knowing where you were heading and still falling into a hole.

Static startled him and he rolled his eyes. He should be used to this by now. He readied his P-90, aiming his flashlight at whatever decided to attack.

He wasn't prepared for what came out of the floor. The light revealed a creature grey in color with sabers for legs. Its head, at least that's what he thought it was, hung from between its back legs. The thing charged toward them.

"Holy shi-!"

Rodney opened fired, but the thing blocked the bullets. "How the hell is it doing that?"

Alex ran towards the monster, rolled to his left and came up swinging an axe. The beast turned toward him leaving its side open for Rodney's attack.

"Stupid thing." Rodney squeezed the trigger and riddled the beast with bullets. The creature fell to the floor, dead.

"What the hell is that thing?"

"Don't know, don't care. Let's keep moving."

Rodney rolled his eyes. "Oh, let's."

Alex shook his head and led the way down the hall. He stepped into a room with a huge hole in the middle of the floor. An uneasy feeling wormed its way into Rodney's being. His stomach tied itself into a knot. Whatever waited for them down there was worse than anything he'd seen before. He took a step back, his heart pounding.

"Come on." Alex jumped into the hole and landed on a dresser resting on a pile of debris.

"Oh, goody, an obstacle course." Rodney sighed, then jumped down onto the dresser. "I hate this. I really hate this."

Alex jogged through the room and into another hallway. The corridor ended in another large hole, but he turned left and headed down still another hall.

They went through another room, through a passage way through the wall, then came out in front of a door. A hole in the door resembled a mouth with jagged teeth.

"Well, that looks appealing." Rodney aimed his flashlight into the mouth, but couldn't see anything on the other side.

Alex stepped toward the door and Rodney's heart skipped a beat. Was the guy crazy?

A woman's voice came through the door, startling Rodney. He kept his finger on the trigger in case who ever it was burst through the door. A moment later, Alex turned from the door, a key in his hand.

"You're kidding?"

"Come on." Alex went back into the room and turned toward his right, through another passageway. He stopped at a door and inserted the key.

"That better be the way out."

Alex pushed the door open and stepped into another room. A figure stood on the other side of a large hole in the floor.

"Enough with the damn holes!" Rodney snapped.

Alex jumped over the hole, but misjudged the distance. He fell through the opening down into the room below. Rodney ran to the edge and peered down. Alex lay on his back unconscious.

"Oh, that's just great." Rodney looked around the room, but the figure he saw had vanished. The cold hand of fear grabbed him and refused to let go.

He looked back down into the hole, but didn't see Alex. He growled in anger, wanting to throw something.

"I hate this damn town." Rodney turned, determined to find another way out even if it killed him.

A cut barrier revealed another hallway on the other side. Sighing, he squeezed through the tear and hurried down the corridor.

The static from his radio brought him to a skidding halt. He spun in a circle, searching for any monsters coming toward him. He aimed his gun, letting the light reveal any creature lurking in the darkness.

He cautiously moved forward and the noise grew louder. He froze. Nothing came at him from the front. Taking a deep breath, he slowly turned to face the thing coming at him from behind.

A figure hissed at him and his pulse raced. He stepped back, his light illuminating a Wraith like creature. Black ooze covered the monster's face and hands. Its black leather coat appeared torn and seemed to move like a shadow behind the Wraith.

"Something a little more familiar. How nice."

Rodney pulled the trigger, but the weapon clicked. His heart sank and fear burned in his stomach. He stared at the P-90 in disbelief.

"Oh, this is so not my day."

The Wraith screeched and charged at him. Rodney swung the gun, hitting the creature in the head. It faltered, but swung its clawed hand at him. He didn't back away in time and the talons sliced through his mid-section. He cried out and fell to his knees, clutching his stomach.

Rodney reached for his 9mm and aimed it at the creature. It hissed and slapped the gun from his hand. It clattered against the wall and fell to the floor.

The creature stood over him, its eyes glowing. It grinned showing a row of jagged teeth. Rodney scrambled back, gasping at the pain in his stomach. The monster raised its foot to kick him, but he rolled out of the way. He came up, snatched his 9mm and squeezed the trigger.

The force of the bullets caused the creature to stumble back. He aimed for the Wraith's head and fired. It fell to the floor with a thump.

Rodney winced, the pain growing unbearable. He breathed through the pain, trying to calm his racing heart at the same time.

"I really hate this town." He climbed to his feet, staggered into the wall, then fell face first to the floor.