"Ziggy rarely sang, screwed up eyes and screwed down hairdo like some cat from Japan" Jace sang happily with one hand on the wheel and the other busily playing with the buttons on his dashboard. He changed the station getting some newer rock, something by 3 Days Grace or something. He didn't care much for it so he switched back to the classic rock station. He had been driving for about two hours now.

He picked up the coffee that rested between his legs and took a sip, setting it back down. He could barely remember anything from the night before, and although he didn't get that much sleep he was wide eyed and ready. He had his camera in the passenger seat next to him, resting in its case with not one or two but five extra batteries and six memory cards. He wasn't going to screw up his last chance.

Although he was hard on himself yesterday, to the extent of pure hatred, he was always happier going to a job. He loved what he did, not who he did it for; but that was okay by him, sometimes. He kept his eyes on the road as the song on the radio ended and changed to something by Guns N' Roses. He couldn't help but sing along.

After a few more minutes of seemingly endless highway he turned off at some exit for some town of South Ashfield, just as the instructions said. As he neared a red light he examined the city, it was like a miniature New York, the sides of the roads were lined with subway entrances and exits, old fashioned buildings, and a variety of smaller shops.

As he went further and further into the city the more it seemed like a large city, normal to a fault. He soon discovered that as he neared the end of this city and drove more towards what he presumed to be Silent Hill that the buildings were further and further apart. The houses were bigger, older, more individual, and for some reason it seemed like somebody had switched the station of the music he was listening to.

Some woman began to sing a song about writing a letter to her future self and Jace couldn't help but shivering at the fact that he felt like he had heard it before and yet he couldn't remember where.

"Never mind." He said, giving his hair a flip and refocusing on the road before him. More trees were growing around the road, it seemed like now there were no houses anyplace nearby and Jace felt transported back to some other time.

He sighed softly, letting his mind wander over a variety of things, thinking if he brought enough film for the camera sitting the backseat, wondering if he attached the flash or forgot it, but always wondering about that nightmare he had. Although he had forgotten the fear, the shadows that danced across the wall, he could remember that man. He always remembered flames, and that man; if it was a man at all, standing in the middle with his giant knife.

Although Jace thought he was okay when it came to making up stories and such he could never make that creature up. He was a photographer and photographers must have a level of creativity but not as much as an artist. He could never make up something so disturbing. There was only one problem however; the more he thought about it, the creature and the nightmare filled with fire and smoke that seemed to be so real he could smell it; the sleepier he got.

At first he believed it was solely in his mind and then he began to yawn, uncontrollably. He felt tired, and as he continued to drive to his destination, although he hadn't been tired when he woke up this morning he felt drained. His arms hurt, his legs hurt, and his eyes were watering as if he had stayed up for three days without sleep. He had woken up at 8, it was only 10. He knew he couldn't make it all day like this, dragged himself from place to place, it just wouldn't work.

Then he saw the sign, huge letters that seemed to jump out at him in the morning light that was strong and powerful and beautiful, "Welcome to Silent Hill!" It was an old fashioned sign and he wanted to take a picture of if but the second he saw it, it seemed impossible to keep his eyes open. It hurt everything in his body to keep his eyes open and he couldn't see straight. He couldn't do this; out of the corner of his eye he saw a pull over spot.

"Just five minutes would be fine." He muttered to himself, pulling over to the spot and putting the car in park but for some reason not shutting it off. He slipped the coffee cup onto the floor, he was "beyond coffee" tired. He pushed the camera up a little so he could lower his head to the seat. The radio continued to play some strange music he never heard of before, some sweet voice floated through the air that seemed to get thicker in his car since he left South Ashfield. He leaned down sideways, letting himself slip into a child like position on the front seats. He let his eyes slip shut.

Misfit: Heya guys, sorry its short and every chapter up to this point has ended with him falling asleep but believe me that will mean something later in the story (hint hint wink wink), Also, next chapter will end with him not falling asleep (I hope. XD) Hope you all like it