Silent Hill: The Forgotten Road.

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Thanks to King in Yellow, my beta reader; if you're a KIGO fan you HAVE to read his work.

Oh yeah, disclaimers:

Silent Hill belongs to Konami.

Original characters belong to me.

This is rated MA 'cause it will get gory! It's Silent Hill, after all…oh and 'cause of the femslash too (GirlxGirl; homophobes, beware!) but I can't seem to find the MA rating in the rating slot so I guess I'm gonna have to go with M.

Oh yeah; Orange Blossom Orange Juice Vodka. Yum!

Fumoir is French for smoking lounge…as in a place to smoke freely.

Italics Thoughts, dream scenes.

Ok so, here's chapter 2. Read and Review.

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Chapter 2: Letter - From the Lost Days: A meeting at the Mall.

Gabrielle was tired; she arrived to Brahms that was about a four hours drive away from Silent Hill after spending nearly a whole day behind her car's steering wheel and she was exhausted with a capital 'E'; she decided to stop there first to see if she could get some info about her accident. Now she wanted nothing more than to go to the little motel room she had rented as soon as she got to Brahms but after a quick phone call to her parents she decided to look around a little before she went to sleep.

She checked the Police Department and the Hospital but she got nothing she didn't know already. It wasn't that nobody wanted to help her, but the event that was so important to her was a minor event a decade earlier to them; even the ones who recalled that night couldn't add anything to what her parents told her.

"No answers, no nothing! This place sucks…" she muttered to herself as she walked out of the hospital. "I need a drink."

She walked a block or two and then she saw a sign that read 'Harry's Bar"; the place looked decent enough, at least on the outside, so she decided to go in there.

The redhead walked to the bar. "An Orange Blossom, please," she ordered, looking around the place; it was deserted, there was only other person sitting at the bar.

"Another whisky, please," asked the guy sitting a couple of stools away from Gabrielle; he was not that tall, a little stout, his graying hair showed he was around fifty five years old or something. He was wearing khaki pants, a white shirt, blue tie and a long coat that reminded Gabrielle of those old detective movies Teddy loved to watch.

The bartender gave him a wry smile while pouring Gabrielle's Orange Blossom. "And when are you planning to pay me? Your tab is already two pages long!"

"Aw come on Pete! I'm going to get paid soon and I'll pay you! I got handed a big case yesterday," whined the man, showing Pete some papers he was looking through.

"Sorry D; I'm your friend but unless you pay me I'm not serving you more whisky," said Pete, folding his arms across his chest.

"Please!"

"No."

They went back and forth for a good five minutes until Gabrielle snapped. "Oh for God's sake, I'll buy him the drink, give it to him already!"

"Are you sure, miss?" asked the bartender.

"Yeah! I came here for a drink and a little peace and quiet and you're ruining it! Serve him!" answered Gabrielle. "But don't try and get too friendly, pal; I'm only buying you ONE drink to shut you up," she warned the other guy.

The man took his drink while smiling and scooted closer to her. "Alright miss, I won't try to get 'friendly' with you but I've been taught that if a lady buys you a drink, the least you can do is introduce yourself; my name is Douglas Cartland, I'm a detective and I'm sorry to have caused you discomfort; I'm on a missing person's case that's so crazy I don't know where to start."

"A detective? Really?" Gabrielle snorted in surprise. "Well, I'm in town hoping to find a missing person too. I'll bet mine is as wacky as yours, maybe more, and I'm not getting paid."

"And who might you be looking for? A lost boyfriend? A parent to kick some sense into?" asked Douglas.

Gabrielle sighed. "I'm looking for a girl…who might be dead…and the only two things I know about her is that she's in Silent Hill and her name is Alessa," she answered, rubbing her gloved burned hand; she wore a glove on it when she went outside because her skin was delicate and people tended to freak out a little when they saw her hand.

"Funny; one of the girls I'm looking for is called Alessa…Alessa Gillespie and she comes from Silent Hill too," chuckled Douglas. "Apparently she disappeared ten years ago, and the other girl ran away from home at the same time; I have a lead on the Alessa girl but I don't have much hope on finding the other one."

"Alessa Gillespie?Awkward…" "And why is that?"

"It says here that she was badly injured; she burned her right hand on a fire and ran away afterwards."

Gabrielle chuckled. "Name her Gabrielle, give her red hair and you'll get…me."

Douglas stared at her, amazed. "That girl's name is Gabrielle."

The redhead dropped her glass, gasping in shock. "What?" she asked. Then she laughed nervously. "You're joking, right?"

"No, I'm not joking! You can look if you want," answered the old detective, giving her the file he was holding.

Gabrielle took it and she found herself face to face with the picture of a girl that looked so much like her that it could only be herself. She stared at it, shocked; that was her face, her hair, her body type, the girl in the picture was her, she was sure! And that blue dress she was wearing…

"That's the same dress Alessa was wearing in my dream!"


"This picture…when and where was it taken?" she asked, trembling slightly.

"That's an old school picture of the girl; Gabrielle Wolf is her name, she was seventeen when she went missing," answered Douglas.

Gabrielle gasped, removing the glove from her right hand and holding it out so Douglas could see it clearly. "I think you might have your lead on Gabrielle's whereabouts."

"Your hand…"

"Yeah, don't point the obvious, please; my name is Gabrielle Morris; I was found by my foster parents when I was seventeen wandering on a highway, injured and with no memories of what had happened to me. Talk about destined meetings," she said, placing the glove back on her hand. "Can you tell me something about that other girl you're looking for? The one called Alessa? I read a newspaper article from ten years ago and it said that an Alessa Gillespie, from Silent Hill, died in a fire."

Douglas handed her another picture. "I read that too, but my client claims Miss Gillespie is not dead; says that she took the alias 'Heather Mason' to hide from her 'true destiny'."

The redhead took the picture, a hopeful gleam in her eyes but she was disappointed; the girl in the picture was blond and looked like she was twenty or so. Only her eyes looked familiar; brown, deep, and sad. "This girl doesn't look like my Alessa."

"Well the coincidences had to stop, don't you think? Maybe there's more than just one Alessa in Silent Hill," said Douglas.

"Maybe you're right…" said the saddened young woman.

The old detective finished his drink and stared for a moment at the sad redhead. "Ok, lets do something; why don't you come with me to check on that Heather girl to see if she knows something about your Alessa? I mean with all the coincidences we've had so far there might be a chance of her knowing something."

"And you have to tell me who sent you; for all we know I might be the Gabrielle you're looking for."

"You're right," said Douglas. "Heather lives in Ashfield, a town that's a three hours drive north from here; I think we better get some rest now and go to Ashfield tomorrow morning."

"Yeah, you're right," said Gabrielle, rubbing her eyes. Then she took out a card from her pocket. "Here's my cell phone number; I'm staying at the Paradise Motel; Room 312."

"Good; I live a couple of blocks from there," said the detective, taking the card.

The redheaded young woman smiled at him while paying for their drinks. "Well, it was nice talking to you, Mr. Cartland, see you tomorrow; is eight o' clock a good time to meet?."

"Yes. See you tomorrow, Miss Morris."

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"So he said he was looking for you?" asked Ted; he decided to call his daughter while waiting for Josh to come back from work.

Gabrielle kicked off her shoes, lying down on her bed. "Not exactly, but he showed me a picture of the 'Gabrielle' he's looking and I'm sure it's me."

"Did you get a copy? Maybe you should send it to us so we can compare it to your other pictures."

The redhead slapped herself in the forehead. "No, I didn't. I'll do it tomorrow."

Ted sighed. "Ok, but don't forget to call us when you find that other girl; we're worried about you. Remember; if you feel like something bad is going to happen or if you stop trusting that Douglas guy or if things don't turn out as you planned…"

"..I'll run home crying like a baby. Don't worry, Dad; I'll be home soon," said Gabrielle.

"Hey! You called me Dad; it's been ages since the last time you did."

"Well it's confusing to call both your parents 'Dad', isn't it? Maybe I should start calling you Mom…or Daddy Bear; you're like a big bear."

"Oh you wouldn't dare, missy! Only your Father calls me Bear."

Gabrielle chuckled. "I have to go to sleep now; tomorrow I'll head to Ashfield and then I'll go to Silent Hill."

"Ok, don't forget to call us. Bye sweetie, we love you," said Ted, hanging up.

The redhead placed the cell phone in the nightstand and went to sleep. She had a restless sleep again; scenes of fire and blood-curling screams haunted her.

She got up, noticing the time on the clock. "Four in the morning…I'm not going back to sleep…"

The redhead took a quick shower, packed her stuff and went down to the motel's front desk.

"Good morning, miss! Isn't a little early for you to be up and around?" asked the nice employee in charge of the front desk.

Gabrielle sighed. "I guess…do you know of a place where I can eat something?"

"Well miss, nothing is open in town this early, but Cybil, at our diner, is a great cook. If you're not in a hurry, it's worth the wait."

"Oh good…then I'll wait," said the redhead, heading to a door in front of the desk that read 'Fumoir'.

She lounged in the Fumoir for an hour and then she went to the motel's diner and ordered a grilled cheese sandwich and an orange juice.

"Hey, you're up early," said Douglas, entering the diner.

"Yeah, I couldn't sleep," answered Gabrielle, finishing her meal. "What about you?"

"I'm a morning person," he said, chuckling. "Actually I went to check on my car; it was making a strange noise yesterday and today it won't work so I guess our trip to Ashfield will have to wait."

The redhead gave him a funny look. "How do you think I got here; walking? …I can drive us to Ashfield."

"Are you sure about that? I mean, giving a ride to a complete stranger like me is not the best idea these days."

Gabrielle got up, finishing her orange juice. "Look, I don't trust you, but like it or not you're the only person I've found that has some kind of information that might be related to the person I'm looking for…I have no choice but to stick with you."

"Same here; no offense honey but us meeting seemed so…"

"Fitting?"

"Yeah," the detective smiled. "So are we good to go?"

"As good as we'll ever be, let's go," said Gabrielle, paying for her meal and grabbing her backpack.

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"It started raining…"

Gabrielle shot Douglas an ugly look; two hours driving didn't help her mood either. "Really? I thought it was someone pouring buckets of water on top of my car."

"You don't have to be so harsh; you're awfully quiet and I'm getting bored," said Douglas.

"Shouldn't you be going though your files? Or telling me something about this weird case of yours? You still haven't told me who sent you…"

Douglas sighed. " And I won't, yet; I'll tell you when we find Heather."

"Why can't you tell me now?" asked Gabrielle, eyes focused on the road.

"I don't feel like explaining twice."

The redhead snorted. "You're a lazy bastard, you know?"

"I've been told…." answered the detective, smirking. "Oh, turn left here."

Then a thick fog engulfed everything around the car. Gabrielle hurried to turn on the fog headlights. "Damn, that was sudden…where are we?"

"Yeah, you're right…we're entering Ashfield… haven't been around here in years," said Douglas. "The mall is a couple of blocks away, you should turn right."

Gabrielle did. "This town seems awfully quiet…no people, no cars, nothing…"

"Maybe they're having some kind of big festival we don't know anything about; it happened to me once."

"Well, there has to be someone at the mall that can tell us something…there it is," said the redhead, entering the parking lot of the Central Square Shopping Center.

"This place looks a little abandoned…almost like everyone is gone or something," said Douglas.

"Maybe you're right but the big festival happened yesterday and today everyone is home with a terrible hangover," said Gabrielle, picking up her backpack to get out of the car.

The pair walked to the mall's entrance; it was as deserted as the rest of the town.

"I don't like this place…" whispered Douglas, looking around the deserted mall.

"Neither do I…it's like everything is ok but totally wrong at the same time…" muttered Gabrielle. "Douglas, are you sure we are going to find Heather in here?"

"My report says she hangs around here everyday after school…if we can't find her we could try her house."

The redhead was annoyed. "Why can't we try her house first?!"

"Her father might be there; I don't want any trouble."

"Father?"

"Harry Mason; he claimed that he and his late wife found her lost in the forest and adopted her, but my client says he kidnapped her."

The redhead scratched her head. "So the man kidnapped her but lets her go to school and move around freely?"

"I told you; this case makes no sense."

"Your client makes no sense; why did you take this case?"

"Money; my client might be insane, but she's paying me, big time."

Gabrielle sighed. "Ok, I surrender…we should slip up; you go right, I'll go left. Meet me here in half hour."

"Are you sure about this? What if one of us finds her first?" said the detective, with genuine concern in his voice.

The redhead checked her cell phone for signal "My phone seems to be working; call me if you find something."

"Ok…" he whispered, turning his back on her and walking. "Oh and, Gabrielle…good luck."

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The redhead walked thought the deserted hallways of the mall, her boots clapping on the marble-tiled floor. Almost every store she had looked on was closed or empty.

"Where is everybody?" she wondered aloud; Douglas hadn't call her. Then again, it had only been fifteen minutes since they parted.

A sense of uneasiness washed over her and her sight began to go foggy. "What the…?" she muttered, holding her head. Then she saw a sign that read 'Ladies' with a red heel painted on top of it. "A bathroom! Maybe if I splash some cold water on my face…"

Gabrielle went into the bathroom, nearly falling flat on her face next to the door; her head ached.

Then she realized she was not alone; there was a woman in the bathroom that was staring at her like she had seen a ghost.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you; I'm just not feeling too well…" the redhead apologized, looking at the other woman; she seemed around the same age as her, blond platinum shoulder length hair, cold grayish-bluish eyes and white skin. She was wearing a black, almost nun-like robe, but there was something odd about her.

She had no eyebrows. Also, she was painting a strange symbol on the mirror with a sticky red substance.

"So you're here too…I hoped that you wouldn't interfere again," the blonde said; her voice had a little British accent.

"What…?" asked Gabrielle, a little dazed; her headache seemed to be getting worse.

Then the blonde took a step towards the redhead, seizing her by her right hand.

Gabrielle screamed in pain and knelt down; her hand felt like it was on fire and her head was pounding.

"Remember me…remember this pain…and get out of our way…" whispered the blonde woman, letting go of Gabrielle's hand.

The redhead slumped on the floor; she felt like a thick, asphyxiating darkness was trying to swallow her. "Why…?" she mumbled before passing out.

"It is God's will," stated the blonde before leaving the bathroom and the unconscious Gabrielle alone.

Gabrielle gave in to the darkness, unable to fight it anymore.

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End of chapter 2

So, what do you think? Read and Review!

Note: The heel painted on top of the Ladies bathroom sign is a Silent Hill 3 reference.

There are many references to the Silent Hill original games in here, a cookie if you get more than two.