Silent Hill:
Mitochondrial Pedigree
Chapter 9 Church
Author Note: Sorry it's taken me so long to get this up. I've been reading books for inspiration and concentrating on my other stories. But I've got this chapter ready to push out the door the next is almost finished. Again, if you have any monsters you want me to add please do, because I'm fresh out of ideas and I kind of don't want to incorporate Pyramid Head as of yet…
When Angelica opened her swollen red-green eyes it took her a moment for her eyesight to recognize she was not in the operating room anymore. In fact she wasn't in Cedar Grove at all.
Angelica found herself sitting up in an old church. She didn't recognize the symbol so Angelica took a picture to study it later. Far above her head on the roof faint cries of crows filled the silence.
The brown stained wooden planks creaked and whined in protest as she stood and walked to the for-front of the platform. A gaping hole with seemingly no bottom of approximately 20 feet in diameter lay out before her. All in all, along with fire pits burning deep under her feet it looked like the entrance to Hell.
Angelica picked up the small dagger at her feet. It was about five inches long and held the same symbol of the church on the hilt. She supposed it was a ceremonial blade. Without thinking about it she ran her thumb up the length of the blade. The skin snagged on old blood and ripped open, and the blood mixed.
*Insert scene from Silent Hill movie of just after Cybil's burning until the two leave the church.*
Angelica's eyes re-focused and she quickly threw the knife into the hole. Angle looked up to see the still-hanging body of the police-woman. The bones hung limply with scraps of flesh still attached. Angel shivered and turned towards the doors, only to clamp her eyes shut.
She worked her way towards the double doors. Angelica did her best not to touch any of the carcasses, though it wasn't easy. When she finally made it to the double oak doors Angelica found herself kicking at them to open them. At last the doors buckled and fell open.
Angle ran from the church and the crows took to flight when they saw her. A thick mist surrounded her and it snowed ash. Angelica's sight was so limited that she didn't notice the gaping hole in the ground until she was in it. Her scream of horror was muffled by the thick air.
She lay in the grave whimpering a moment before she was able to gather her wits. She stood and grabbed a hold of the edge of the graves hole, though as she didn't have the upper body strength and the dirt was too lose, she crashed back into the ground. In frustration Angelica stood and kicked the dirt walls.
A chunk soil fell off and reviled a hole in the ground. The tunnel was perfectly sound, and no dirt gave way. With a sigh Angelica pulled the knife from its sheath and she kneeled to the tunnel.
It wasn't long before she regretted the decision. The tunnel had narrowed so she was pushing herself through like an inch worm. The hole became so tight that when she lifted her chin even an inch her head brushed against the top of the tunnel.
At the end of the tunnel she heard this weird ticking noise. It wasn't like a clock, but more like a moist toung sticking and de-sticking itself to the roof of a mouth. Angelica hoped desperately that the sourse of the noise was onl dripping water, amplified and distorted by the tunel. Goosebumps spread like wildfire accross Angel in a wave of fear, but she was stubborn, like her ancestors, and pushed on.
After an hour and a half of pushing herself through a 30 foot tunnel she emerged into another hole in the ground. It was slightly deeper than a grave, thoug hit had a different meaning. The hole was perfectly oval, the dirt on the walls and ground were compact.
Angel looked around in wonder as she dusted herself off and streched. The odd ticking noise had stopped, and for that she was grateful. For it has scared her to no end. Angelica walked to the very center of the hole and slowly turned 360 degrees.
When she had come full circle to face the tunnel she had come out of she jerked to a stop. The tunnel had been replaced by a plain metal door, and in front of it stood a young woman. She had short-croped brown hair and blazing green eyes. She was mal-nurished and underfed. Her nails where blood stained, long, and ragged. The teal hospital gown she wore was ripped and just bearly clung to her.
"Alessa?" Angelica asked in confusion.
The woman put her finger to her lips, revieling a thin and boney wrist with many vertical scars running from the base of her palm all the way up to the inside of her elbow. She began to smile behind her finger. Her lips were so cracked and dry that when her lips moved they split open and began to bleed.
Angelica backed away from the woman, terrified of her. The woman stepped to the side of the door and motioned for Angel to go through.
"I don't-" Angel began when the woman cut her off.
The woman's voice was like none other Angelica had ever heard. It was dry, pitiful, and sounded as if someone was screaming at the bottom of a well for help. "You haven't much time. Follow the White Child, she'll show you the way. Pay heed to the Black Being, she'll help you out. Beware the Red Queen, for she has many heads. And suspect the Reflection, for it has a tendency to lie."
Angelica nodded, terrified of the woman, but followed through. She edged into the door, as far away from the woman a possible. As soon as she was all the wya through the door the woman dissapeared and the door closed. It fell to the ground it it too dissapeared.
*Okay, so for everyone who's read this chapter before, I've reposted it and added more. Idiot that I am, I didn't type the entire thing when I first posted it. Also the next chapter is a work in progress, which is really pissing me off (excuse my language). Thanks for the support-
~Hestic~
