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All characters in this story are fictional; and resemblence to actual persons is strictly coincidence.

The Red Angel

(This is a novella: it is told through the perspective of Marcus Thurdon.)

Chapter 1: The Red Thing

My head hurt; it hurt more than I ever thought a head could hurt. Distantly I heard a strange, loud noise. I could not figure it out what it was, but it unnerved me. I could not find strength enough to open my eyes.

'Marcus.'

My eyes twitched; I felt it. I felt cold then, and I longed to open my eyes. I could not.

'Marcus.'

The Sound ceased. I began to feel myself gain strength. My limbs loosened, my headache began to fade.

'Marcus.'

My eyes shot open. I felt cold still, but I was aware. There was fog, endless fog, surrounding my wrecked car. Suddenly my door flew open, and I fell out from the ruined vehicle.

'Marcus.'

I heard it then, the voice calling my name. Well, I had heard it, but I had thought it my mind going through memories as I slowly died. But it was not so.

'Hello?' I called; no answer. I shrugged, and stood up. The town was empty: Silent Hill. It was cold, and the fog caused me to feel rather frightened.

I saw then the Thing: it disappeared behind a corner. It was a red thing, big, and moving slowly to the eye. Mesmerised, I chased after the Thing. I had never seen such an object, or animal part. I was intrigued and scared, but I also felt as if I was being called – summoned, if you will.

I turned the corner; nothing. But through the fog, I saw the Thing turning into an alley. I got deja vu, but dismissed the feeling. I turned into the alley, and saw the Thing again turning the corner; Aggravated, I broke into a sprint. Again the Thing turned the corner. I ran on. Again it turned the corner. Again; again; again. At last I could stand it no longer.

'Stop!' I screamed in rage. Suddenly the Thing stopped. 'Hello?' I asked, now calmed and frightened. Slowly it moved to face me, and I saw there was naught like it. Wide, bloody, and very, very tall, and it had no hands and no (distinguishable) face.

I turned on my heel.

It leaped.

I screamed, and was suddenly silenced by the enormous spike that suddenly pierced my chest. I gasped, and clutched in vain at the hideous wound. I heard it seem to giggle; I felt rage at that time. I tried to scream, but only a bubble of my lifeblood came out of my mouth. The spike broke off the beast's arm, and I fell to the ground.

The whole world suddenly eroded into a hellish dungeon: the walls were now bloodied and rusted. The floor was grate, and the Sound I suddenly recognised: ambulance sirens!

I felt the spike in my chest, and saw the Thing closing in on me. I grasped the spike, and ripped it out. I cried in pain. A primal rage came over me as the damned beast suddenly laughed! I screamed in rage mixed with horror.

I stood, sloppily, but I stood. The beast laughed, but was silenced by its own appendage (it seemed) being stabbed through its throat. It fell to the ground and thrashed violently; I climbed atop it and twisted the spike. I tore it out and brutally stabbed the beast: it was dead.

Now I was quite frightened. My rage had ceased, and I was in fact terrified. I fell off the beast, which caused the shock of pain through my chest. I clutched the wound, and slid down on the rusty wall. I bowed my head, waiting for darkness to consume my thought. But Death did not come.

Suddenly the Siren grew louder! Louder, louder, louder! I lifted my head as I heard moans. There were many more of the creatures, and others I could not discern. I longed for death. I prayed for death. I threw up my hands and closed my eyes.

'Marcus.'

I snapped my lids open as the creatures bored down upon me. I suddenly recognised the voice: it was female. I did not know who it belonged to, but perhaps that was because my life was finally slipping from me. And then the world seemed to turn to dust, and it was blown away. I fell asleep. And the last thing I heard was:

'Marcus.'