Hi everybody Fatal-fame here with a new sample. This sample is one that I haven't been able to get out of my head for a long time.
If you read the description, then you know this is Luke in silent hill.
Still surprised no one did it before me.
Anyway onto the sample.
Fatal-fame does not own Tales of the Abyss, silent hill or any other thing referenced in this story. This is a parody, not for profit.
Once again, this is fairly far into the story. About 5 to 6 chapters in.
Pm me if you think you understand what the monsters or objects represents. Don't spoil it for those who want to figure it out for themselves.
Working on Title
Luke was lightly jogging through the streets of Silent Hill, his gaze constantly darting around to make sure it was safe. He soon came to a stop in front of a store, Luke quickly tried the door and to his relief it opened up.
"Better to stay indoors." Luke told himself as he silently closed the door. He quickly turned to survey the inside. Luke raised his hand to his chest and turned on his flashlight. He started to walk forward, swivelling his body so the light hit everything.
"Seems to be a clothing store." Luke said as he looked at the multiple racks of clothing. Luke looked down at himself and notice his clothes weren't the best for the situation.
"I already lost my coat." Luke mumbled. "Might as well change completely."
Luke grabbed a semi thick, long sleeve grey shirt with a pocket on the left breast. He quickly pulled of his black shirt and threw it away, not before grabbing the flashlight however. He pulled the shirt over his head and clipped the flashlight to the pocket. He then emptied out his pants and took them and his gloves off. He grabbed the nearest pants, the sign said "jeans" or something, and slipped them on. He filled the pockets back up and turned to leave. He then saw a selection of shoes, the sign said so. Figuring he had nothing to lose he started to browse until he found some black slip on running shoes.
"Hmm not bad." Luke mumbled as he checked himself in a mirror. "Kinda comfortable."
Luke walked over to the counter, looking for anything that seemed human. When he didn't see anyone he placed all of his gald onto the table.
"Not like I'll need it here." Luke muttered as he prepared to leave. He stopped however, as he noticed two health drinks on the counter. Luke quickly grabbed them and placed them in the bag on his side.
"Glad this has room." Luke said quietly as he adjusted the strap on his shoulder. He looked up to make sure he didn't miss anything and noticed a small black tube with two switches on the side of it and the right siding was missing a sliver about 2 millimeters wide that went until just before the bottom. Luke, a bit curious, picked it up and started to turn it in his hand. When he finished his survey of it he pressed the two buttons. The moment he did a small blade popped out of the side and flipped onto the top. Luke, surprised at first, quickly checked out the blade. It was a simple steel blade with the edge that went into the tube sharpened, while the other side was blunt. The blade was just a little bit smaller than the tube, but it seemed deadly.
"This some type of weapon?" Luke asked himself as he pushed the blade back into the tube. He stared at it for a few more seconds and put it in his new pocket.
"It may not be much, but it's something." Luke replied as he slid the blade into his right pocket and turned to walk out the door. After checking to make sure he had everything he came in with. He took a deep breath and walked out the door.
His first instinct was to search for anything that could be hostile to him, the...things that prowled around the town could be anywhere. Luke's search was in vain because of the fog however. But the fog did comfort him some what.
"Foggy." Luke said as his green eyes glanced around. "Fog means real world."
Luke then pulled out his map. He walked to the end of the street and looked up at the sign.
"I'm on Mccammon St." Luke mumbled as his finger traced the map. "So I should head to...Brite St." Luke then looked up from the map. "Which should be." Luke thought for a moment. "This way." He said as he turned to the left. He started into his jog, which was becoming the norm of him getting around. He jogged on for a couple of minutes, still looking around for anything that could be a threat.
"Haven't seen any of those things in a while." Luke muttered as kept going forward. After a few minutes of jogging he turned right onto Lamon st. Luke kept jogging, but his pocket was letting out a static sound.
"Spoke too soon." Luke muttered to himself as he started running. He looked behind him to see if anything was following him. He could make out a black blur in the fog that was approaching fast.
"Gotta lose it." Luke told himself as he kept running forward. He turned and dove into a near by alley, hoping the thing would have lost sight of him. He heard the thing...run? Shuffle? Whatever the hell it did past the alley way. Luke let out a sigh of relief when the static died down. He pulled the small red radio out of his pocket and pressed it against his mouth.
"Thanks again." He whispered to the radio, his thumb brushing against the scratched in "salvation". Luke figured it was alive, after all it would need some type of sentience to warn him about those... things.
And, all else aside, it was technically his only friend.
"Then again, everyone here is nuts." Luke told himself as he continued down the alley. He shook his head as he remembered the… encounters he had with the… residents.
"For all I know everyone was brought here like me." Luke muttered as he walked. He stopped however, when he remember his first meeting.
"That guy did give me that." Luke said as he dug around his bag. He pulled out the black handgun that Daniel gave him.
"He told me I could protect myself with it." Luke told himself as he pulled out the rest of it. He looked at the pamphlet he was given and started to put the weapon together.
After ten minutes of messing around Luke had figured it out.
"So I just gotta pull the "trigger" when I want to fire." Luke read as he held the gun in one hand and the pamphlet in the other. "And press the button on the side to "reload." Which can be done when the "clip" or "magazine" is empty or to just add more "bullets" to a partially full clip." Luke nodded as he finished reading. He put the pamphlet back in the bag and loaded the gun with a clip.
"I hope this works." The redhead murmured to himself as he pulled the slide back. He slid the barrel of the gun into his back pocket and continued on his way. He decided to stick to the alleyways until he figured it was safe to go out. So far he just jogged through the tight spaces between the buildings. Luke stopped to catch his breath for a second. He leaned against the wall next to him and caught his breath.
Then the wind started to pick up.
"Oh no." Luke said as he started to run, fear forcing his body to the limit. He ran into the street, hoping to find the mark that kept appearing. As he was running, his radio started to become clearer, screams started to become apparent.
Which meant more of those things were near by.
He ran as fast as his legs could carry him. Hoping beyond hope for the tuning fork. He saw a neon sign above a door that was above a staircase. But the sign was not what grabbed his attention.
The soft glow of light in the shape of two prongs on the door had his complete focus.
He sprinted towards it, determined to get to it before one of those things got to him.
He was a few meter distance away from the steps when something latched on to his waist. He looked down to see then demented childs face as it held on to him, weighing him down.
"LET GO OF ME!" He yelled in anger as he tried to move forward, while using his hands to try to pry the thing off. He turned his gaze to see another thing moving towards him. One that was bigger and far more dangerous.
Luke continued to struggle against the small thing that held to his waist. He was almost at the base of the steps when he saw the bigger thing get too close for comfort.
'Gotta get it off.' Luke thought desperately. 'I can't reach the gun.' Luke's eyes then widened in realization.
'The knife!' Luke remembered as his right hand plunged into the pocket that held the small tube. He quickly pulled it out and pressed the buttons. The blade popped out and he plunged it into the demented child's neck. Or what he thought was the neck, considering it had two heads.
The moment the blade was fully lodged into the things neck, it stopped holding him and started to soundlessly scream. When It's hands weren't around him, he pulled the knife out and used both hands to push it away.
It fell to the ground in a heap, clutching at the bleeding wound with it's deformed hands.
Luke then looked up to see the bigger thing running towards him. This time he used his left hand to pull out the handgun.
He pointed it at the approaching thing, not bothering to aim, and started pulling the trigger.
Shot after shot flew out of the barrel, some missing and some hitting. After five trigger pulls, one bullet made itself at home where the things head was. It stumbled back, letting out a loud scream despite the fact that it's mouth was covered with skin.
Luke didn't take any chances and bolted up the stairs. He made it to the door and pushed it open. When he was fully inside he slammed the door shut and turned the lock. Even though none of those things had made it in before he still pushed against the door to keep it closed.
When the noise outside died down and his radio stopped emitting static, he allowed himself to slid to the floor.
Luke let out a sigh of relief and stood up. He noticed that it was some type of bar with metal poles on a stage. On the walls were pictures of women wearing almost nothing, seemingly dancing on the stage. Luke looked confused for a moment, but then shook his head.
"All that matters is that it's safe." Luke told himself sternly. He started to walk through the room, smiling slightly as the radio let out a little, happy song. He found a room behind the stage and went through it.
Inside was a couple of make up tables, a few revealing outfits, and some spare light bulbs and such.
But the thing that caught his attention the most was the bed in the corner.
Luke quickly emptied his pockets on the table that was within arms reach of the bed. He took off the bag and placed it on the ground. He then opened it and pulled out a small stuffed doll. Luke then curled up on the bed and closed his eyes, hoping that when he woke up he wouldn't be in trouble.
Before he fell asleep he could have sworn he heard a voice say "Sleep well child."
Fatal-fame here and this is the sample of Luke in Silent hill.
Did it match the level of scariness that silent hill just oozes out. Review and tell me if I should continue this.