Cheryl Mason was tired; her legs began to get that rubbery feeling. She knew she stop before she made herself sick, but the image of her in her mind kept her legs moving, and her arms pumping at her sides. Every muscle in her body felt strained, tense. The fog was so thick; she just hoped she could remember the way…it had been years…

Oh g-d, please let her be okay.

Wind lashed at her cheeks fiercely, each hollow echo of her shoes on the pavement reminded her just how alone she was in the world. Empty building after building watched as she ran past, all of them showing no signs of neglect except for the absence of humans. It had been like that for a long time now. Everyone in the town was damned, even those no longer living there were. The town was mysterious, it suppressed power on its own, it reached out to people, Cheryl knew. It thrived of human's; human fear, human sin, human sacrifice. Even before the town was built, Cheryl bet the whole area was screwed up even then.

What darkness has been opened?

She was no stranger to the darkness. It had been apart of her whole life. Even before this mess happened, its dormancy in her body was evident. She felt it always, even know as she ran throughout the town where its power was strongest. It had always been apart of Cheryl, the darkness, even before she had been born. Even before Alessa had been born. Cheryl suspected the darkness reached far back in history. There was no birth of darkness, no death either, it was just there. Its origins were no mystery. Darkness was just human nature, in a way. That's why this town was so dangerous. Somehow, this town was able to reach a person's darkness, and make it a reality.

Cheryl was in front of Jack's Inn now, the park wasn't far away, she knew. Even though it had been years since she was last here, she remembered the way so clearly, even through the thick fog. In fact, she knew her way around almost by heart, even the areas she hadn't been to. Part of her realized she was remembering the town from Alessa's memory, not her own. A lot of Cheryl's memory wasn't her own, well, it was in a way, but she never thought of it as her memory. She didn't look at a building and think: "I went there to buy all my shoes." It was: "Alessa bought all of her shoes in that store." So to say the least, it was like looking in on a stranger's life, not her own. In a way, she felt like a trespasser.

Cheryl hadn't always been Cheryl Mason, at one point, she had been Heather Morris, and before that, Alessa Gillespie.

Alessa had lived in silent Hill years ago. When she had been only seven, Alessa burned in a house fire instigated by her mother, purposely landing Alessa in the hospital with burn wounds beyond fatality. Alessa would not die though; Dahlia Gillespie knew that the dormant fetus in her daughter's body would keep her alive. Dahlia was leader of a cult known as The Order whom believed in the coming of their 'g-d' who would bring to the Earth absolute paradise and replenish their sins. For 'g-d' to be born, 'g-d' needed a womb to be born through, and this person needed to suffer a great deal in order for 'g-d' to live. Alessa Gillespie suffered greatly in the hospital; she wished she could die, for she saw no good coming out of this. No 'g-d', a demon. Her own life had been hell, her only friend, Claudia Wolf, believed she was dead. Alessa had possessed extraordinary powers her whole life, due to the dormant fetus in her. Cheryl never did know if this helped her do what she had done. Alessa Gillespie split her soul into another being, a baby during the fire, and made sure she was sent away. The ritual was stalled, for the time being, Alessa was safe, but still suffered.

The baby was found on the side of the road by a man named Harry Mason, and his wife. The couple adopted the baby, naming her Cheryl. A few years later, Mrs. Mason died due to an illness; it was just Harry and Cheryl. They became close; Harry's only light in life was his precious daughter, who adored him wholeheartedly. Cheryl was only seven when she returned to Silent Hill with Harry, who knew nothing of her origins. That was when things got bad. Alessa sensed Cheryl coming, and projected herself out of her body as her astral being. She caused Harry and Cheryl to crash on the outskirts of town. Cheryl and Alessa became one again. Newly adjoined, they created a realm of darkness that covered the town, and were able to project their astral beings inside this darkness. The town became a ghost town than, replaced with demons instead of humans. Harry sought out his daughter, coming across Dahlia Gillespie who purposely mislead him, making him believe Alessa was to blame of everything. By the time it was too late to realize what was going on, Dahlia Gillespie had Alessa back again, the ritual continued. Since Alessa saw the fetus as a demon, it was born one. Harry fought the demon, and killed it. Alessa, who was dying at that point, handed Harry a baby and created a portal out o the darkness for him to escape. So he left without his daughter, understanding she was gone.

Although Harry missed Cheryl, he grew up to love this new child, but Silent Hill wasn't done with them yet. A follower of The Order came seeking out Harry's baby, claiming that she was Alessa and that 'g-d' was growing inside of her. Out of desperation and need to protect him and his daughter Harry murdered them, and then the two moved switching identities. Cheryl became Heather Morris. Heather grew up as a normal child, never aware of her identity. She and Harry were always close, the lights of each others lives. Even though she was unaware of Silent Hill, Heather frequently had nightmares of the place that she dismissed, not wanting to believe anything irrational. On an ordinary Sunday when she was seventeen, Heather went to the mall. A man approached her, asking her if she was Heather, and saying that he was Douglas Cartland, a P.I. and that he had been searching for her. Heather evaded him, thinking he might be a creep. She was only gone from the mall a few minutes before everything happened. Everyone was gone, only monsters remained. Frightened, but determined, Heather made her way home, only to find that her father had been murdered by a missionary. Heather confronted Claudia Wolf whom she did not remember at the time, who was responsible for her father's death. Driven by anger, Heather went with Douglas to Silent Hill to find Claudia to make her pay for what she'd done. Heather had read the little book her father had left behind before his death, in it was a story about Heather, her birth, what she was. Douglas had been hired by Claudia to find Heather, and had been dragged into the nightmare. The last confrontation took place at the church where Heather, now knowing she was Alessa, faced Claudia. Claudia said she herself didn't deserve paradise after what she'd done, killing Harry Mason, but as long as the world received paradise, and everyones sins were forgiven. Heather felt no compassion toward the woman Alessa had called 'sister'. Heather swallowed a pill left behind from her father when that time came, and vomited up the fetus. In attempt to have the 'g-d' born properly, Claudia ate the fetus, saying that she would birth 'g-d'. Something was born, but it wasn't a 'g-d'. Heather killed it. She never found out what happened to Claudia. Cheryl went to get Douglas, back in the amusement park. It was there Heather became Cheryl. The name her father had given her.

Cheryl shook her head; this was not the time for remembering such things. All that mattered now was that she found Harriet safe, and stopped whoever was doing this. Another stray tear slipped from the corner of her eye again, Cheryl batted it away. For the longest moment, she stood staring into space, thinking of how much she wished her father was still here.

"Dad," Cheryl whispered. "I need you." Her heart ached with his absence, even nearly twelve years later. For a second, Cheryl imagined him standing there, thought of him searching for her so long ago. What would he say? What kept him sane during that time? He hadn't known what they wanted then, Cheryl wasn't sure if that made it better or worse.

The young woman picked up in a trot again, her flashlight beam slicing through the torrents of fog that stood before her. She had a strong feeling that the nightmare was beginning again, she only hoped it ended better.

Why do they want Harriet? I threw up the fetus; it's not a part of us anymore!

Cheryl rubbed the flashlight lens from the dirt it had gathered, continuing forward, but walking. All of her joints ached; her side felt like it would split open any moment. She needed her strength, for whatever would come.

After Cheryl had left the town with Douglas, night had already gone. When they arrived back at Cheryl's apartment, Cheryl fell asleep, she slept for hours. Days passed without her realizing it. People passed without her seeing them. It was just her, but who was she. Cheryl hadn't been sure anymore. Her father, her loving, nurturing, father that Cheryl had loved endlessly was gone. She might as well have been too. She wasn't sure if she was Cheryl, Heather, or Alessa, they were all so different from each other.

Cheryl knew she couldn't just wait for someone to come get her; she had to save herself from herself. After all, everyday was a new start.

A blast of static from the radio burst through her head. Cheryl raised her gun, steadied her legs.

Come on bitches…I'll do what I have to…

In the distance, something staggered into sight. Cheryl aimed her gun at it, her forefinger caressing the trigger. She waited for it to get closer, using herself as bait.

Bang!

The gun shuddered in her hands; Cheryl took a slight surprised step back. Blood burst from the creature's womb, an inhuman grunt emitted from the demon. Cheryl took a step back, her gun still drawn. When she was sure it was dead, Cheryl took a step closer to it. It resembled a burnt victim, long singed strands of blackened hair were splayed over its face. It even smelt of burnt flesh. Cheryl walked away immediately, images of fire playing in her head.

When I find those bitches who took her…

Why would they have taken Harriet? She was worthless to them; she wasn't even Cheryl's biological daughter. Cheryl's ex-husband had wanted a child, but Cheryl couldn't explain to him that she was scared of giving birth. She new it would most likely be safe, that nothing bad would happen, but a part of her was scared. Was scared for the baby she birthed. Was afraid to risk it being…something else…

Harriet was Cheryl's only daughter, her whole life. She still had Douglas who had acted as a father to her, but Harriet…Cheryl had first looked into her daughter's gray eyes in the orphanage, and felt a tug of adoration, a special bond between the infant she couldn't explain except that she had been meant to be hers.

She's only seven! She can't give them a damn thing!

Cheryl felt a sudden impulse to run all the way to the church, to strangle anyone in her path. She needed to find her daughter, she needed to find Harriet.

"My baby," Cheryl whispered, picking up her pace. "I won't let them hurt you…like they hurt me."

A roar tore at her heart, making it bleed profusely. Cheryl collapsed in exhaustion onto a nearby bench, waiting for the spell to pass. I'm not gonna cry, I'm not gonna cry…Despite her promises, tears bled down her face. For a second, the fleeting image of Harry, searching for her in Silent Hill, sprang into her head. Oh dad, I loved you so much. "Please," Cheryl rocked her body back and forth. "Please, oh g-d, don't let them take her away from me." She needed her father so much.

"Please, dad." She said next. "Please help…"

Cheryl, never be afraid to be afraid…Her father would tell her. She knew he would.

I need to find Harriet.

Cheryl rose, and continued on.

Who's doing this?

Umbrella, 8:47 a.m., Next day.

Number 4-DEATH: Burn marks-NAME: Unknown-GENDER: Female-AGE: Unknown-RACE: Caucasian-OCCUPATION: Unknown

Number 5-DEATH: Burn Marks-NAME: Unknown-GENDER: Female-AGE: Unknown-RACE: African American-Occupation: Unknown

Number 6- DEATH: Burn marks-NAME: Unknown-GENDER: Female-AGE: Unknown-Race: Caucasian-OCCUPATION: Unknown

The line of bodies went on without end, each burned corpse covered by a thin hospital sheet. The numbers at the end of each trolley were the only ways each was identifiable, without them, they all resembled burnt heaps. The only thing that didn't differ all nine corpses was the death, and the stomach contents.

Wesker smiled as he strolled down the line, disregarding the smell they all emitted. "Incredible," He whispered.

No missing reports had been issued yet, no news about large fires. Each of the bodies had been found within the limits of that town, Silent Hill.

Each body had had a failed fetus within them.

What were the odds of all nine corpses being pregnant? Judging by the size of some of them, they had been young, maybe only nine or so…unable to give birth…

Wesker weaved his way through the bustling throngs of scientist in the main laboratory, sighting Ada along the way. Wekser waved her over, she approached with caution. "Agent Wong." He greeted with usual formalness.

"Wesker," She returned, unable to meet his eyes.

"I would like to speak with you in my office." Wekser said.

The two walked in silence, neither of them making any comments. Wesker kept both eyes trined ahead so Ada couldn't tell where he was staring at exactly. His face held usual dignified impassiveness. The door leading to the office had already been opened, Weser walked in first, followed by Ada. Her red dress swung around her legs, her arms were crossed tightly in front of her. Someone else was in the room too. Ada look up in acknowledgement, nearly choking in surprise at the figure in the chair.

"Ada, good to see you."

I know not a lot happens in this chapter, but it will keep the storyline moving. Please review.