I REWROTE CHAPTER ONE for those of you who care… it should be less… well, bad now.

Chapter2-man AWAY!

Chapter Two

It was a long drive to Silent Hill. The radio kept acting up just to annoy him.

Mostly game shows and ads. Just outside of the city limits, the random snippets became the white noise James remembered.

It had been so long since he'd been here.

The wall was gone, that was a plus. At least he could drive down Nathan Avenue instead of having to run the entire distance with monsters nipping at his heels.

His engine died.

"Oh, fuck no."

A laugh track played on the radio.

"Fuck you too."

James gathered his things and left his truck in the street. Who would take it? Honestly?

He spread out the map on the hood and circled all the places he'd found Laura before.

The Apartment buildings, The Hospital.

Where to first?

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The Blue Creek and Woodside Apartment buildings were both inaccessible. James had gone so far as trying to break down some of the doors, only to discover that there were large chunks of wood and other materials blocking the way.

James made his way back up and over the chain-link fence and on to the street. His radio was strangely quiet. Was it off? Dead?

Neither.

He stopped and looked around. Where were the monsters? The bloodstains in the street? The giant cockroaches? James felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. Something horrible was about to happen. He knew it.

The fog was so thick he couldn't see more than three feet in front of him, well, there was something consistent.

James remained cautious on his way to Brookhaven hospital; something was ready to spring out of somewhere and bite his face clean off.

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No such luck.

The worst he got was a static shock from the door handle. Once inside, James surveyed his surroundings.

It all looked exactly as he'd left it five years ago. Still abandoned, still dusty, still scary as hell.

No crazy monster nurses, though.

"What the hell?"

James tried to open a few familiar doors in the entrance hall, most were jammed. The receptionist's office was open, though. He perused through the catalogs and files on the desk, when something caught his eye.

At the bottom of the pile was a note. It was bloodstained and crumpled, but the red letters were unmistakably Laura's.

'Gideon,

In Master Wolf's "room" on second floor. I'll reset the gates for you. Meet us there.'

"Master Wolf?" James pocketed the note and sifted through the files again. No one by the name of Wolf was listed. He'd have to look elsewhere.

James assumed that all the doors on the east wall that had been locked last time were still locked this time. He was surprised to find out that wasn't true. He stumbled into the Directors' office and slammed into a desk that had been moved to the center of the room.

"Jesus…" Once he recovered his wits, he dug through the desk, "Wolf… Wolf…"

Nothing.

Now that one of the once-locked doors was open… maybe they all were. James decided to check them all. Only the reception room, doctor's office and visiting room were open.

The visiting room gave James the information he needed. Wolf, Leonard S12. But the 'S' rooms were on the third floor…

He'd go anyway and see what he could find there… if he could leave.

The door had shut behind him and jammed itself shut. James tried desperately to get it open, even slamming his shoulder into it. The wood gave a bit, but the door didn't budge. James began to panic.

He scoured the room for another way out. When his back turned, a cold chill ran up his neck.

James jumped, lost his balance, and fell down on his backside. He got to his feet, flashlight gripped tightly in his hand, and shined a light on the offending area. The door was open.

"Oh…"

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Getting to the third floor was still a convoluted system of stairs, doors, locked doors, abandoned gurneys and…sounds.

The noises were what really got to him. A pained moan on the other side of a door he was passing. A scream down the hall. Footsteps right behind him. At one point James could've sworn someone whispered something vaguely sexual in his ear. The only thing he didn't hear was static.

"I know they're here…" he whispered, "I know it, come out you bastards."

Nothing came.

S12. This was his room. James knocked quietly.

"Yes?" said a voice on the other side. It was raspy and pained sounding. "Who's there?"

James tried to open the door but it was locked. "I'm looking for… my daughter, perhaps you've seen her—"

There was a loud thud on the other side of the door followed by the sound of heavy equipment being moved. By the time it ended, James could hear the faint sound of an EKG beeping and the raspy voice was a bit louder, "Oh? Not many people come around the third floor anymore."

"Are you sure you haven't seen anyone? At all?"

The voice's laugh turned to a hacking cough, "Maybe I have, I can't really remember."

"Her name is Laura. She's kind of short, blonde hair, blue eyes. Turned fourteen a couple of days ago—"

"Yes, I think she has been up here a few times with him."

"Him?"

Again the voice laughed, "Outsider," he paused for a moment, "If you really want the girl, you'll have to take her."

"What?"

"You heard me." There was a light rapping on the door.

"Just tell me where she is, Leonard."

There was silence on the other side for several moments. "Oh, I'm not Leonard. Leonard died a couple of years ago. Pretty little thing gunned him down in the basement. I say he deserved it after all those things he did. Hmph."

"Then who are you?"

"Call me Douglas."

James blinked a few times, "Well, Douglas, tell me where Laura is, please."

"Why are you so interested? What is she to you?"

"She's my… daughter." James replied.

Douglas sounded unmoved, "No, she isn't. You hesitated."

"She's my wife's adopted daughter." James had a little more conviction in his voice.

Douglas made an odd noise, "Is your wife with you?" he asked.

"No… she's dead…"

"Pity." Douglas sounded farther away now, "Well, if you must know you can find your girl in room M7… if she's in the hospital at all, that is."

"M7? But, Douglas there—"

The sound of a flat-line told James that Douglas wasn't going to answer any more questions.

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Back to the second floor. He'd just passed through here, but there was something different about the place. The doors seemed rustier. The smell a little more acrid.

M6… the hall ended.

"There is no M7."

Kzzzhh…

James whirled around, gun ready.

Nothing.

Kzz……zzzh

James turned back around and studied the wall. Nothing…nothing…wait.

There was a door handle on the wall. Next to it, a regular combination lock. James twisted it, it clicked, but nothing happened.

There was a note under it.

"Left and Right

Split and Dive

Down and Up

Count and Fly

Black to White

Run and Flee

Tickoty Tickoty Tock!

Your time is running out."

James snorted, "Fuckin' puzzles… Who puts these here anyway?"

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End Chapter 2

This has been sitting in my doc. manager for a while now. I thought I'd post it.

So yeah… updated. Hurray? Maybe? *Too busy working on other stuff to update other stories.*

Review as you see fit…