A/N: First, I would like to thank dloliver deviantart for the amazing cover photo, he captured PH's beautiful, tormented soul perfectly. Second, shout out to Billie Eilish and Kahlid for the use of their lyrics from Lovely, haunting song, check it out. Sets the mood just right. Third, this is my first fanfiction. I absolutely love the Silent Hill universe, (I do not own Silent Hill or its characters) it was actually the first scary movie I've ever seen and even at the ripe age of ten PH fascinated me, he just draws you right in. So anyways, PLEASE enjoy, and leave comments. I'm always open to criticism or ideas y'all. Thank you for reading this, I love you~

PS; This is a mix of the games and the first movie. It's FUN, so don't get ya panties in a twist if I don't follow the games like you would like me to. OH, and the naughty stuff is coming, don't worry :* Shutting up now, hope ya like!

Jessica slammed shoulder first into the heavy, outer door. Holding her right arm to her body as tightly as she could to stop the bleeding. Her left hand gripping the rusted pipe she'd used to defend herself thus far. She didn't know where she was going, she needed to find somewhere to hide. Anywhere. But there was nothing but hallways and locked doors. "Goddammit!" She swore, eyes flicking back and forth, she could hear those things all around her, inching closer. Finally, a door granted her entrance and she was forced into a dark stairwell. Not the fortress of solitude she was looking for, but she'd take it. Reluctantly using her weapon to barricade the door behind her she turned around, back against the only thing shielding her from the monsters. She slid down to the cold cement until her knees were against her chest. Her arm was still leaking blood from the gash she obtained when falling trying to flee from that stupid lying figure. She tore fabric from the bottom hem of her tank top and wrapped it around the cut. She felt the violent thrashing against the opposite side of the door calm and so did she, just a little. She closed her eyes and tried to manage her breathing, ever since she got stuck in this literal hell hole, she felt like she couldn't breathe. Like the relentless attacks by the most gruesome creatures you could imagine wasn't suffocating enough. If she didn't know any better, she would think she was atoning for her sins.

'I'm sorry for stealing that pack of gum from the gas station in sixth grade a-and I'm sorry for lying to Miss Betty about the change I stole off her nightstand!' She thought, wiping the warm tears away from her face. Yes, this is a grown woman we're talking about, she had the mouth of a sailor but besides mischievous deeds children naturally get into she was a good person, who wouldn't hurt a fly unless she had to. She wasn't naive, she'd just been hurt so many times, instead of taking her anger out on humanity she wanted to be the good in the world. She was always too kind for her own best interest. Humans prey on weaker beings and sadly, kindness equals weakness. But hurt people truly do hurt people, her choice to stay kind through it all only made her stronger than she knew.

She'd been crying since she woke up after the first time she'd heard the relentless warning siren and hit her head trying to run away. God, that felt like days ago.

Voices traveled up the staircase and caught Jessica's attention, snapping her out of her pity party. There was definitely two or more people below her, their voices just out of range to pick up on anything they were saying. Her eyes now adjusting to the dark she could barely make out the stair case in front of her. She decided to follow the voices in hopes that they could bring her to safety. And besides this was only the second time she'd had human contact since she arrived in Silent Hill almost 24 hours ago. The first being a strange woman who was no help at all. So, she wasn't going to pass this opportunity up no matter how much she wanted to curl into the fetal position and cry until it was all over. Now feeling even more vulnerable and weaponless she managed to work up the courage and make her descent down the deteriorating steps. The voices drawing nearer, loud and angry. She wouldn't give herself up until she knew who she was dealing with. As she spotted the room the source of the sounds was coming from, she tip-toed and stopped right before the small window in the door, wondering if she should push her luck and take a peek. She did and to her surprise she saw a man kneeling, his back towards her but still angled in a way that whoever the second person was speaking was standing just out of sight of Jessica. She couldn't take her eyes off of the man whose head hung in shame, black tuffs of thick hair falling to his shoulders, his back smooth and sculpted like Adonis himself, she only wondered what the rest of him looked like... He wore a battered skirt that curved around his knees, resting at the back of his heels. Black boots adorned his feet.

She listened, "Let me go, Alessa." His voice was low, barely audible even though they seemed to have been arguing just a minute ago.

"You have always been my loyal and faithful servant. If I felt anything other than hate it would sadden me that I do not have the power to free you. You are not bound by my chains." The other voice answered. Jessica might have been mistaken but she swore she was hearing the voice of a young girl, a child.

To Jessica's surprise the air seemed to start blowing quickly in circles, the man's hair twisting and turning in the wind. Then just like it came it was gone, the air was still. Jessica froze, the man kneeling before her let out a cry of anguish, a heart wrenching sound that would make anyone feel the pain of such a tormented being. The man put his head in his hands and began weeping, it was haunting and she felt like she was watching something she shouldn't. As she went to sneak back up the stairs the man lifted his head up, and rose to his feet. Jessica almost let out a gasp, he had to of been over 7 feet tall. She'd never seen anyone close to his height, hell, his entire stature! He turned slightly to his left and picked up an object she didn't notice until now. It was large, triangular in shape, dark and corroded. She had no clue what it was until he lifted it up and lowered it onto his head, slightly resting on his shoulders. A helmet. She watched, seemingly as the nature of his stance changed, his defeated posture stiffened into the form of a warrior, his muscles rippling, she could've sworn they multiplied and grew even larger. Black veins swam their way through his flesh to the surface, her own blood turning cold. The once soulful aura changed into something evil, something that screamed death, and she listened. She ran as fast as she could while still being as silent as possible. She pulled the pipe she had lodged in the door out of its hold and fled as far as she could from the monster, she hoped she would not cross paths with again.

The cursed siren announced the shift she began to call the darkness and the fog. She made her way up the stairs and entered the apartment building that gave her what little shelter it could. It was back to the fog again. She knew it wasn't as dangerous as the darkness, but not all the monsters receded. Jessica learned this the hard way when a grey child caught her off guard and left burns on her right calve.

She was grateful for the room that had an old bed, and a small bathroom. Compared to the apartment she fled from just the day before, it gave her the freedom she didn't know she was missing. Although this town wouldn't let her leave and she was stuck, she wasn't forced into that awful marriage anymore. She kicked the bag she almost lost a limb retrieving and sat on the side of the bed, her mind going back to the events that brought her to the lovely town of Silent Hill.

FLASHBACK

Jessica stood there, hand holding the keys that were still embedded in the dead bolt of the open front door. Before her stood her husband, shamelessly next to their couch, dick still semi hard. Below him a woman willing the soft leather cushions to swallow her up, hiding behind the quilt her late Grandmother Sue had made for her when she was 8. She had long suspected that Chad was out fucking around, but here, in her home, that's where it stopped. What made her stay with this lowly, pathetic excuse of a man anyways? Sure, he was good looking, and his cock was larger than average yet he lacked the skills to even know what to do with it. She had a more intimate relationship with her vibrator. A small part of her knew the real reason why she stayed, yet she was too prideful to even admit it to herself.

"Well, aren't you going to say something?" A voice pulled her back to reality.

She laughed knowingly, slightly shaking her head. Chad's smug face faltered slightly, showing worry beneath. She pulled her keys out of the door, not giving Chad the satisfaction of having her look at him. She turned and started down the hallway of what used to be their two-bedroom apartment, she knew she didn't want it anymore. He didn't deserve her loyalty, her pain, her questioning what she did so wrong constantly, no, she was done.

"Jessica!" Chad yelled from behind her. "JESSICA!" He yelled louder upon hearing the bedroom door shut.

She grabbed her duffel bag and began packing, for who knows where,

anywhere but here. The door swung open; the mirror hung on the back of it shattering into shards falling to the floor. She didn't even flinch, she was used to his violent outbursts. The kind a spoil kid has while throwing a tantrum.

"Where are you going?!" She ignored the naked idiot and finished packing what she needed. She turned, ready to walk out of the bedroom, out of this stupid apartment, and away from this life she resented so, the only thing stopping her was Chad.

She met his eyes, he looked desperate and scared, "Move." She hardly recognized her own voice, emotionless and seeming to belong to someone else entirely.

"Wh-what, why?! Where are you going?" He pleaded, yet a threatening undertone laced his words.

"Chad, move." She warned.

"No, fuck you! You're not leaving!" He seethed, and lunged towards her. Jessica swung her duffel bag as hard as she could towards him, and with all her might and pent up anger, kicked Chad in his exposed balls. The idiot dropped to his knees, gasping for breath, holding himself. She ran around him, picking up her bag and slapping his hands away as he made a final weak attempt to stop her from leaving. That would be the last time he touched her.

A small smile pulled at the corners of her mouth; he was going to feel that in the morning. She ran, not looking back again, only stopping to grab the quilt that hid the naked girl that was now long gone, just like her. As she ran out of the apartment complex, she stopped for a second, looking up to what used to be her floor and laughed, "That's what I get for marrying a Chad." And with that she made her way into the parking structure across the street and started west, towards nowhere in particular, just away.

It was clearly Chad's loss. Jessica was only 26, 137 pounds, with curves to die for. Blonde curls that fell to the dip of her lower back, and light brown eyes that shown a brilliant gold in the sun. She was smart, graduated with her masters in psychology just two years prior. She was a go getter, no one could stop her. When she met Chad, she felt hope, he was kind enough, and he wanted her. He made her feel important in the beginning. Taking her out, showing her off, things that proved childish to her now. She was forced to mature in her 7-year marriage, never really having anyone give her an example of what real love looks like. She was adopted at birth, naturally she had always wanted to be a part of a family, which is why she had married so young. But hey, live and learn, right?

It wasn't long before the high of escaping wore off, maybe thirty minutes. She estimated the distance she put between her and Bangor. She was ignoring the voice in her head telling her 'I told you so!' She yelled, pounding her palms into the steering wheel. Her eyes swelled, tears trailing down her cheeks. She had nowhere to go, she finally admitted what she feared all along, she was completely alone. The courage it took to leave fleeted and left behind fear and loneliness instead. She cried, bareknuckling the steering wheel. Thundering lightening shook her out of her wallowing, when did it start raining? And, where was she? Lost, was where she was.

"Great!" She cried, "Fuck this life!" The pain in her voice was evident. She reached for her cellphone, "Aaaand of course, no signal!" She felt the rage of all her emotions quickly coming together as one, and right when she thought she would explode, her Jeep began sputtering, "No, no, no, NO, NO!" She pleaded, realizing she hadn't bothered to check her remaining gas mileage and was hopelessly on E, with nothing but wet pavement behind and in front of her, the jeep slowed to a dreaded stop. She threw the gear shift into park and ripped the keys out of the ignition, resting her head on the steering wheel she again began to sob. She had no idea what she was going to do. She really fucked herself this time.

The only thing she could think of was to open the hood of her car, a signal of distress. She hurried and popped the hood, getting soaked in the process. She would wait out the storm and then look for help. Feeling hopeless and now shivering from the rain seeping through her jacket she cried herself to sleep, thinking maybe, just maybe, someone driving by would notice her on the side of the road and stop to help. The only thing bringing her comfort was the gift from her grandmother, who was not biological, but the closest thing she ever had to family. Grandma Sue left her nearly a year ago, the wound was still fresh. She was truly alone, or so she thought.

She woke up shivering, her clothes still damp from the rain, 'No one's been through here yet? Assholes probably didn't even stop anyways.' she thought, stretching her arms out. Her body shook, she was freezing. It was only March in the north east, the snow had cleared but spring was still at least a month away. How she longed to feel the warm summer's breeze again.

She checked her phone before she left for help, no signal. She rolled her eyes and with shaky hands grabbed her bag and began her search. At least it quit raining. She must have been walking for miles, the exercise warmed her just enough which caused her nose to leak excessively. She had nothing but the sleeve of her jacket to wipe it away with. She cursed herself quietly, why hadn't she gone the other way?! She continued her trek and right as she thought to turn back, she spotted a sign about three fourths of a mile up the highway. She looked up and thanked God, her steps becoming a little quicker. The sign was weathered, paint chipping, but it indicated life ahead nonetheless. "Silent Hill" She read aloud, a gust of wind rushing up her back causing a shiver to rip through her body. She needed to find warmth quick.

As she came around the final turn, she saw the quaint town. Her pace quickened and she felt hopeful again. As she continued walking, she noticed the air became warmer, but she was cold so it was a welcomed surprise. She did not know there was still coal burning beneath her feet from a fire that caught in the mines that wreaked havoc upon the desolated town. Her hope diminished when she approached the buildings on the outer border. 'It's quiet.' She thought, eyes searching for any sign of activity. There was nothing.

"What the fuck?" Worry crept into her bones. "Where is everyone... hello?!" She called out to the abandoned buildings. Of course, her luck would bring her to a ghost town, she thought. There's also ash falling from the sky which wasn't strange at all. "Okay, okay... I need to find a gas station and get the fuck out of here." She mumbled to herself.

Tap tap tap, she snapped her head back and searched for the source of the footsteps, that sounded too close for comfort. Not finding anyone there, except the same emptiness, the hair on the back of her neck stood on end. Hell no. Those were definitely footsteps and she's seen too many horror movies to be the blonde that gets killed off in the first twenty minutes. With no one in sight and her phone being a lost cause she quickly settled on heading back to her jeep and figuring out what to do from there, she could always call 911. At least she tried.

She turned around and yelped, "Holy SHIT," She seethed, clutching her chest, she stood for a few seconds catching her breath "Sorry, you scared me half to death." She laughed, running her fingers through her blonde curls, "I'm lost and my car ran out of gas a couple miles out of town, I was trying to find help and thought there was no one here so I was about to turn back. Do you know where I can get gasoline?" She asked the woman standing only a couple feet in front of her. She had long black unkept hair with a slight touch of gray, a tattered black dress that fell to the pavement underneath her feet. She looked like she could use some sunlight... and a shower. Her wide yet skeptical eyes seemed to look into blonde's soul. She was odd but Jessica was happy to see someone.

The lady in black took a step closer, "My dear, you're not lost, you're in Silent Hill." You could hardly notice her small smile behind the hair hiding her face, "You look just like him..." She whispered, stepping closer to Jessica with an outstretched, and unwelcomed hand.

Jessica stepped back, "Uh, I am lost, and wh- never mind, look, please, can you help me or not?" She made it clear to the woman, her hand still reached out towards Jessica's face.

With a twitch of an eye her hand fell back to her side, "Short tempered just like him..." She muttered, breaking her stare.

The woman started to say something else but was cut off by a siren that pierced through the air. Jessica nearly jumped out of her skin; eyes wide she yelled to the woman, "What is that?! What's going on?" She'd heard the cautionary alarm before in her history class when they were learning about bomb raids during the second world war. But last time she checked this was the new year of the 21st century and the war taking place was overseas, no threats of bombs here.

"Inside, quick!" The woman grabbed Jessica's wrist, pulling her towards an alley.

Jessica dug her heals into the ground, "Please tell me what's going on! Why is there an air raid siren going off?!" She yelled.

Her answer was a fearful "No time! This way! The darkness is coming!" Not saying another word, the lady scurried down the alley.

Jessica didn't know whether to stay or go, feeling something wasn't right but when the sky started darkening and what life remained was sucked away, she ran after the strange woman.

"Here, hurry!" The woman beckoned, ducked inside the backdoor of an apartment building complex.

Jessica was almost to the door, when she tripped up the concrete steps and hit her head. The last thing she remembered was the metal door shutting her out in the darkness.

END FLASHBACK

Jessica's back hit the bed and her head rolled to the side, feet still resting on the floor. The only thing she could hear was the short quick breaths coming from her lungs. Her eyes wandered to the single window, she would spend her second night in Silent Hill, scared shitless and dreading the alarm that summoned the monsters and darkness. She hoped the dresser in front of the door would keep the monsters away. It did the night before, fear also kept her up so she was sure no noise came from inside the building either. Maybe tonight she could get some rest. She curled her legs up on the bed and rolled to her side, keeping her boots on because the only thing she had to keep her warm was her quilt. She wouldn't let herself cry again, she would stay hopeful and tomorrow she would find a way out of Silent Hill. Her eyes grew heavy and she fell into a deep sleep, thinking of the man she saw transform into what she would soon learn to be the Executioner of Silent Hill.

A/N: I'm back, if you have time please let me know if you liked it, hated it, loved it. I worked really hard on it, I'm working on chapter three and would like to know if it's worth continuing. Thanks my babies :*