The Murder


Heather was terrified. She was in a strange place, and she didn't know how to get out. She had killed the God; she thought everything was over. Now there was a body of a monster in front of her. She was scared, very scared.

In her hand was a knife and it was dripping of blood.

Heather knew why the knife was covered in blood. She had used it to murder the monster in front of her.

Well, "murder" wouldn't exactly be the right word. She was defending herself against that creature, that presence that invaded Silent Hill.

"Murder" wouldn't be the right word at all.

She didn't even bother to wipe the blood off the knife. She wanted it to be a symbol of what she had accomplished. She wanted everyone to know what she did.

For a minute or two, she stared at the monster. It's long legs stretched across the metal walkway. One of the legs appeared to be broken. It's claws lay still and were curled into a position akin the fetal position. Its face was disfigured; it's mouth gaping in horror. It's torso was were most of the blood was leaking out. Heather tried to look away, but for some reason, she was intrigued.

'That's odd,' she thought. 'One of it's legs is broken. It's nothing like the other monsters. Could I be losing my mind?'

As a child, she was never interested in the supernatural or in things that were scary. Moreover, as she grew up in her father's house, that sentiment stayed true. However, once she came to Silent Hill everything changed. As she made her way through the topsy turvy worlds she slowly became more interested in the monsters, even stopping to look at their corpses after she shot them. If was as if everything were changing.

Heather then suddenly heard a growl in the distance and realized that she was no longer safe. Gripping tightly onto her knife, she made her way out of silent hill.

Going back the way she came, Heather made her way back across the amusement park. It was dark and she felt herself becoming cold. She shivered and held herself as she walked. She was all-alone. She didn't know where Douglas was. And now, she was starting to miss him.

She went past the ride where she managed to open up the door to Douglas. The chain was still tightly wrapped around it. She wished she knew where Douglas was.

Then she ran back into the Borely Haunted Mansion, half wishing she didn't. As she opened the door she cringed. But, noticing there wasn't any danger lurking around she breathed a sigh of relief.

'The red fog seems to be gone now. And that voice...it's gone too,' she thought.

She calmly walked through the halls, trying to catch her breath.

'This town went crazy!' she thought.

When she got to the end of the first hallway, her breath caught in her throat. She didn't know what was on the other side of the door. But, judging by the luck she had so far, she hoped it was good.

She swiftly walked back across the bridge, making sure to watch to see if the spikes were going to fall onto her head. She ran into the next room.

She went into the room with the hanging body, which she gagged at. It was the most disgusting thing she had ever seen. It wasn't like the body wasn't clothed, but it just smelled.

As she went into the first room, she felt a chill go down her spine. She hated the voice telling her that story about the man who committed suicide. Even if it wasn't true, she still hated it.

She soon left the mansion and made her way to the front of the park.

Heather Eventually came across the gate at the beginning of the Lakeside Amusment Park. She touched the odd, rusty gate gingerly with her hands.

'This gate looks old,' she thought. 'Almost like it's going to fall apart. But I think I can still go through.'

She pushed the door open and quickly ran through. The fog remained behind her, almost like a ghost from the past.

She ran quickly to avoid any wandering monsters. She even turned her radio off so she wouldn't attract any strange creatures. Even though their precious God was gone, there were still monsters.

'But, this doesn't make sense', she thought. 'If God is dead wouldn't all the monsters disappear?'

She shook her head at the ridiculousness of the situation. She just didn't understand it.

She finally got out of the amusmant park and made her way down the road to the Jack's Inn. Something was wrong; she couldn't even remember the road.

Maybe something happened to me while I was in that chapel. I bet that Bitch Claudia did something to me!

Still she kept running, hoping to find a cure for whatever was happening to her. She was forced to run through the fog, where she could barely see what was in front of her face.

'I wonder why this town has so much fog?' she thought.

She eventually made it to Jack's Inn where she saw Douglas's Van waiting outside.

Knowing she didn't have much time until the monsters found her she took her hand balled it up into a fist, and punched through the glass window. Wincing in pain, she pulled each shard of glass out of her hand and arm.

Climbing in, with a bloody hand, and a knife still covered in blood, she decided she was going to have to hotwire the van.

Realizing that she had never done this before, she panicked but still managed to attempt the seemingly impossible fiend. Grabbing two wires, she pressed them into two different slots and managed to start the car.

Putting the machine into reverse, she managed to pull out of the parking lot. Then putting it into drive, she drove out of the parking lot and onto the road.

After driving for a while she heard sirens. It sounded like police sirens. Heather's ice turned cold. She was in trouble. It wasn't that she didn't have a license. She did (she's had one since she was 16), but she didn't have one on her. Also her hand was bleeding and she had a bloody knife on her. How was she going to explain this?

She pulled over to the side of the road and came to a complete stop. She sighed. If her dad was watching he would be very disappointed.

The policeman came to her broken window.

"Liscense and Registration," he ordered.

Heather bowed her head. "I don't have my liscense on me."

"What's your name?"

"Heather Mason."

"Okay officer, what seems to be the problem?" she asked in a very annoyed tone. She was getting sick of just sitting there. This was the last place she wanted to be.

"Miss, you were going 65 in a 45," he said firmly. He looked cautiously at the broken window. "Can you tell me what happened here?"

Heather stared at him blankly for a moment. He pointed to the broken window. "Oh the window," she muttered. "Well someone tried to break into my car."

The fog was still populating the road. It was like an evil presence. When the man asked Heather to step outside of the van she almost died. Getting arrested was the last thing on her agenda.

The policeman decided to check the inside of the vehicle. He came up with the bloody knife.

"What's this?" he asked firmly.

"Look, I don't know," she said, terrified. His eyes went to her injured hand.

"What happened to your hand, miss?"

"Something bite me."

"Ok. But I still what to take you in for questioning. ."

"For what?" she asked angrily.

"You could possibly be a danger to yourself."

"What? Honestly, I didn't do anything!" She was getting really scared now. If this cop arrested her, she might never find Douglas.

"Then why is there blood on your knife and on your hand?"

She groaned. "Look you have to believe me."

"Then my second guess is murder."

"No!"

"Well, we have someone missing and he was looking for you."

She sighed. "Douglas."

He grabbed her by the shoulder. "I'm taking you down."

"Why?" she moaned.

"It's for your own saftey."