Silent Hill: Redemption
By Musashi
Disclaimer: I don't own Silent Hill, but I do own this story. Any original characters, places, things, and/or ideas belong to me. Any from the original game belong to Konami. Have I made my point?
Notes: Italics in parenthesis are sounds.
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"That was very bad of you!"
"But I'm not a bad girl... I'm not... Wait, Mommy! Where are you going!? Don't leave me here alone..!!"
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October 2, Diary of Michelle Rede
The anguished cries of children wrench the heart like nothing else... mine especially. I lost my only child in a car crash. She and her father, my husband, were both killed.
The driver who ran into them was drunk, and survived.
I was there, in the courtroom, when they sentenced her. She won't see outside prison walls for a long time.
I joined MADD... I wanted to do what I could to keep this from happening to anyone else.
The nightmares, however, wouldn't stop.
I see a child... She looks like my Sarah, but older, maybe what Sarah would have looked like today if she had not died.
An older woman, a woman who looks insane, is scolding the girl. She locks the child into a small, dark, windowless room. I can feel the young girl's fear as if it were my own.
"Mommy! Where are you going!? Don't leave me here alone..!!"
It hurts my heart, my soul. Then my body, as the house begins to burn. It's a dream, but I feel the heat of the flames licking at my skin, even as I lose sight of the door to the child's prison.
"Mommy!"
The woman, her mother, stands there laughing, and I run. Something chases... A mutated, dog-like creature. It leaps, hitting the center of my back, and I fall. My gun--where did I get a gun?--flies out of my hand to hit the floor a distance away. Too far away, but I have to get it, have to kill the monster...
I woke last night from this nightmare, sweating, my vision obscured by the leaping flames. I was forced to leave my own house.
It was small, and the firemen were unable to stop the flames before they completely ate the house. I was helpless to do anything other than watch five years of memories go up in smoke. All of the photographs I had of Sarah and Jacob are gone, along with the rest of my worldly possessions.
I need a vacation. I think I'll leave town once I get my money from the insurance company.
Co ve.
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October 26, Diary of Michelle Rede
This diary, I have decided, is the best way to release my anxieties and is, according to my therapist, very good for my mental health. I didn't have the nightmare for three weeks after writing it down, but recently it has returned with a vengeance.
On a lighter note, upon receiving the collective $150,000 my house and all of the possessions inside of it were insured for, and adding to that all the money in my bank account, I have pulled up roots, loaded my new Explorer with everything I might need for a long road trip--new clothes and foods I can eat on the go--and left town. I plan to cruise until I find a new place to settle.
I have left behind everything of my old life, with the exceptions of the few photos my parents had of Sarah and Jacob that they were willing to part with. These momentos rest on my dashboard right now, and will always go with me, even into this new life.
Look out new world, here I come!
Co ve.
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October 28, Diary of Michelle Rede
While life on the road has seemed to agree with me these past few days, I have heard about a nearby town that sounds like a pleasant place to stay for a while. It's a sleepy town that used to be a bustling tourist trap, a resort, according to my waitress where I had breakfast this morning.
Silent Hill, I think she called it.
Certainly sounds like a sleepy place. I think I'll check it out.
I've also purchased a micro-casette recorder. Maybe I can use it to help with my diary writing.
Co ve.
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Transcribed from the Verbal Diary of Michelle Rede, October 29
Michelle- "So this is Silent Hill. It's beyond sleepy. I don't see anyone. Nothing's moving, in--OH MY GOD!"
(The screech of tires, the tearing of metal, the shattering of glass)
M- "Oh my God... Oh my God..."
(The tinkling of broken glass being swept aside, the microphone brushing against cloth)
M- "Oh, it's still on... F-for the record, I have just been in an accident... There is some sort of... boulder, or meteorite, blocking the road... It's black, pitted, and has sunk deep into the road from what I can see.
"I couldn't see it before; it's too dark tonight. I hit the brakes and swerved when I saw it in my headlights, and my passenger's side was smashed into it, as well as the front of the Explorer on that side. I'm alright, but I don't think this car's going anywhere..."
(A car door opens, feet crunch on rocks)
M- "I'm outside now, and it's insanely cold for October. Wait... I have to get my jacket."
(Noise of movement; the microphone brushes cloth again)
M- "...There. I estimate I am about in the center of town, now. There's no way around this rock, and my car's totalled, anyways. I'm going to get my backpack and put some food and my money in it, then head back to see if I can find someone to help me out."
(Click)
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Transcribed from the Verbal Diary of Michelle Rede, October 30
Michelle- "This town isn't sleepy, it's abandoned! Empty cars, empty houses, everywhere! Shops are boarded up, doors are locked... They didn't leave in a hurry, but they certainly left."
(Two soft clicks)
M- "I broke into an empty house to spend the night last night. There's no electricity, but the plumbing works. I never again want to take a cold shower on an autumn morning.
"I checked the fuse box, but nothing was wrong with it. The electricity seems to be out all over town. Thank God for flashlights.
"I had another nightmare last night. It seemed to take place after the fire. The little girl was in the hospital, but older. She was wrapped up in bandages, like a mummy, but I knew it was her.
"Her mother was there, and a doctor. They were talking, but I couldn't understand what they said. Then I was the girl, trapped within that burned, useless body, inside the darkness of those mummifying bandages, and I was hurting and I was crying..."
(The catch of a sob, then a slowly inhaled and exhaled breath)
M- "I'm okay now. I'm going to go outside to take another look around town. Maybe I can find something new in the daylight."
(A door opening, feet touching and slightly scuffing concrete, door slamming shut)
M- "I can't lock it, but that shouldn't be a problem. Hey, there's something in the mailbox; the lid's not shut completely. It was empty last night."
(Metal hinges squeak, metal scrapes metal, metal lid clangs shut)
M- "It's... the gun. From my nightmare about the fire. A nine millimeter, fully loaded. There were extra clips, too. I've put them in my packpack, the gun in my jacket pocket.
"Oh, and if anyone who ever listens to this tape is curious, I have the recorder in the inside pocket of my jacket, and the extending microphone is clipped to the collar."
Distant Voice- "Help!"
M- "What was that? It sounded like a man's voice, like he's yelling."
(Feet pound pavement, running)
M- "It... it's geting foggy... Colder, too."
Voice- "Get the hell away from me!"
(Gunshot)
M- "That wasn't my gun! Whoever it was has his own, it seems!"
(Feet pound pavement, running again)
M- "Oh! Those dog things!"
(Loud gunshot)
M- "That was mine... I hit it. It's dead... There's a man on the ground. Brown hair, lab coat over black jeans and a shirt. Black tennis shoes. He isn't moving... but he has a pulse.
"If you can year me, wake up!"
(Flesh hitting flesh lightly)
M- "I slapped him lightly, his eyes opened..."
Man- "Who... are you talking to?"
M- "You're okay! ...Aren't you?"
Man- "Bleeding a bit, but I'll survive. Who were you talking to?"
M- "My audio diary."
Man- "...I see. My name is Richard Coeur... Doctor Richard Coeur."
M- "Why are you staring at me like that?"
Richard- "...Alessa?"
M- "No, my name is Michelle. Michelle Rede."
R- "...I see. Help me up, would you?"
M- "Okay."
(Brush of cloth, crunching footsteps)
M- "H-hey! What are you--?"
(Gunshot)
M- "Give that...! Leave that alone!"
(Click)
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Transcribed from the Verbal Diary of Michelle Rede, October 30 (Later)
Michelle- "Finally. Coeur took my gun, my backpack, and my recorder. I thought he broke this, but it obviously still works.
"I don't know where I am. Coeur was a lot stronger than he looked, and he must have knocked me out when he took my things from me, but I don't remember it. I woke up here about an hour ago, and all I had with me was my recorder.
"This room is dark, metallic, and sparsely furnished. The bed creaks, and there are dark stains in the mattress which show through the white sheets. The table by the bed has a water-damaged picture of a young woman. She looks like me, but the name in the corner is Alessa."
(A soft thunk)
M- "That's odd. Isn't Alessa what Coeur called me? It must be a coincidence.
"There's another metal table here, in the corner behind the door. There are some empty pill bottles on it.
"This place is familiar, and I don't like it! I want out!"
(Click)
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Verbal Record, October 31
Coeur- "Michelle, is it?"
Michelle, dull voiced- "Yes."
C- "Now, don't act that way. We're using your recorder to record this conversation because it is something you might want to hear again later. Happy Halloween, by the way.
(Michelle snorts, a chair scrapes)
M- "Kidnapping is a federal offense, you know! You could be arrested!"
C- "Can you find an officer of the law to report it to?"
M- "I will--"
(Gunshot)
C- "Ahhh?"
M- "...Oh my god... you've been shot..."
C- "I am perfectly aware of that! ...My God, there's a hole in my stomach..."
(Thud)
M- "He's... dead? There's a girl in the door... she looks like me, like the girl in the picture... Alessa?
"She won't say anything... now she's walking away... Alessa!"
(Recorder scrapes, feet clang on the metal floor as someone runs)
M- "Alessa, wait! She's gone... I don't see any sign of her..."
(Thunk)
M- "What... my gun! Oh, my backpack! Everything's still in it... and my jacket, too!"
(Microphone rubs cloth as Michelle rearranges everything)
M- "Thank you, Alessa..."
(Feet move steaedily across a metal floor)
M- "Now this place seems to be the hospital from my most recent nightmare... I had it again last night. I think Alessa may have been the girl in the bandages, and the girl that was in the fire. How did she survive?
"This place is dark... EW! Giant cockroaches!"
(Crunchcrunch)
M- "When I say giant, I mean giant... I just stepped on a cockroach that was about two feet long. They're everywhere... I'm going to try to avoid them. Here, let me turn on my flashlight, so..."
(Click)
M- "Oh, wonderful... They want to avoid the light. This will be quite helpful.
"This place feels so horrifyingly familiar... All dark gray metal... Oh, a ladder."
(Clang, clang, clang, clang, clang...)
M- "This seems to be a storeroom. The walls are metal, and so is the floor, and streaked with what I hope is rust. Through the door... now there are metal shelves, some with empty bottles, some bottles not empty.
"Out of the storeroom, into the basement... The air is oppressive here, reeking of death, despair, and decay. Fear. Yes, fear is everywhere.
"Stairs... Good. I want to get out of here."
(A heavy metal door opens, then slams shut loudly)
M- "OH! Oh, that scared me... the stairway is dark, and close... I don't like this. I'm very claustrophobic.
"Okay, out the top... onto what I hope is the ground floor. To my right... a waiting room of sorts, with rusted vending machines. To my left, a turn in the hallway, and some doors.
"The walls and floor here are also rust-streaked. It's disgusting; hospitals should be sterile.
"There is... Oh, God, what is that!?"
(Moaning and shuffling footsteps)
M- "It... looks like a doctor... he's bent over, and there's something sticking out of his back and wriggling around... There is.. blood.. all over his lab coat. He... he has a knife! Oh... he doesn't seem to notice me. He's walking right past... Okay, so I'm going in the opposite direction.
"I don't want to go in any of the doors... I wish the electricity was on... There, double doors. A lobby, hopefully."
(Hinges squeak laboriously)
M- "Great.. this is definately a lobby. There's where the receptionist should sit, there are the tables with the old magazines. There... is the door! The way out!
"The.. door won't open!! Let me out of this nightmare!"
(Thud)
(Click)