Peaceful, tranquil, serene… everything Silent Hill was not. The sun beat down on Jean and warmed her with its waves of warmth, and the gentle breeze kept her from becoming too hot. It was perfect here; Jean stretched and leaned up against a tree.
"This is paradise." Jean smiled and closed her eyes as she spoke those words.
Nothing could go wrong here, nothing at all. It was as if this place was intended for her and her alone; nothing else could intrude on her sanctuary.
"Having fun my dear?"
"Of course I am," Jean opened her right eye, "Who are you anyway?"
A tall figure loomed on her right side, whoever it was, was male. But she couldn't make out his face; his cloak covered him except for his mouth. He had very soft looking lips Jean thought, probably cute looking too.
"I am Adriel." The cloaked man said.
"Adriel, huh? Would you mind moving? You're in my sun."
"It is not your time to be here Jean." Adriel held out his hand.
"Not my time?" Jean stood up, "Are you one of those hallucinations that tries to convince me I'm dead!?"
"Well… in a manner of speaking, yes." Adriel smirked oddly at her.
Jean stared blankly at him, attempting to make heads or tails of what was going on here. Could she really be dead? Or was this just some sick joke that beast had conjured up?
"No Jean, no joke."
"How… how did you? I mean…umm…err…" Jean looked on in awe.
Laughing slightly in amusement Adriel circled around Jean.
"You are a feisty one… not going to be easy with you."
"What are you babbling about?" Jean grew impatient with the trickster.
"I'm simply babbling the truth, and the truth is you're going to be a fun one to catch."
"Catch? You trying to hunt me!?" Jean took and angry step toward him, but Adriel stood his ground.
"I hunt everything Jean," Adriel raised his hand and snapped his finger, "You'll see what I mean soon enough."
Jean tried to speak but the scenery swirled and blurred together. What was once there was now lost, covered by a cold darkness. Desperately searching for some place to go Jean collapsed under a sudden, invisible weight.
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Her head throbbed, and her arm burned. It was cool out and the only sound was the wind rustling a tree. Slowly opening her eyes Jean realized she was under the tree in the hospital courtyard. The sky beyond was endless, a calm, still beauty.
"So nice," Jean turned her head to the side, "Damn… my arm."
Jean reached her right arm over and painfully popped her left arm back into place. It did pay to have a nurse in the family. Searching the ground around her, Jean realized that the beast was gone, the only trace was the imprint in the ground it made. Her eyes full of fear, Jean went to sit up.
"AAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!" Jean collapsed in agony as blood spewed from the wound.
A large shard of glass had fallen from the window impaling Jean to the ground right threw her torso. Jean screamed again as she bled to death.
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"AAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!" Jean sat up as quickly as she could, eyes full of tears and sweat pouring from her body.
Looking at her torso she quickly realized it was just a dream; a horrible dream. Rubbing her stomach where the glass shard should have been reassured her she was quite alive. Pain shooting threw her body, Jean found out her arm was still dislocated and gently popped it into place.
"Damn… that hurt." She rose to her feet and surveyed her surroundings.
The beast was definitely gone, the impact crater in the ground evidence that it was real. Something glistened in the pale light, the key for the hospital was laying in the ground. Jean bent down and picked it up and placed it in her pants pocket. Her attention went toward the window she had fallen from.
"What?" Jean stared in awe, "How did that happen?"
The broken window was still there, but the rest of the mysterious 4th floor wasn't. A curtain blew threw the broken glass, but that was the only thing there; floating ominously over the rest of the hospital. The town seemed to have shifted back to normal, if you could define normal in this town.
"I better leave…" Jean turned toward the heavy metal gates of the hospital.
Upon reaching them she found that they were locked. Instead of kicking them, she removed the key from her pocket and unlocked the gates and they swung open with ease. Jean placed the key back into her pocket and stepped out onto the street.
"I guess I should look for a way out of town, but where to?" Jean brushed her hair back.
The roads were completely desolate; trudging toward the police station again not a sound was generated except for Jeans' footsteps. The road seemed longer than ever before, not being able to see where you were supposed to go was one of the worst things in this town. It seemed like and hour but it had been five minutes before she reached the police station doors. Stepping into the empty lobby Jean searched the room for any sign of hostility. Nothing from what she could see. She turned her head to the sidewall where the chairs were.
"I'll miss you…" Jean began to cry as her memories of Eve came back to her.
Walking over to the chair where Eve had sat that very day, Jean sat down and fell asleep. Hoping for some sort of comforting dream.