**Due to reviewers' request, I have re-written chapter 3. Please enjoy**
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Feelings of mixed emotions overwhelmed me. First the weather, then Cheryl, and now those flying creatures similar to those found in a mythical story. There was no telling how many of those were flying around town.
At the moment I was being led by a police officer deeper into the police station. I didn't come down to the station much, so I didn't know what to expect. By now we had left the quite stunning entrance hall and were declining a flight of stairs into the under floors. As we declined I noticed a large change in the surroundings. The walls of the stairwell began to grow a dark blood red mixed with brown, to tell you the truth it looked like rust mixed with blood. I was quite sure we were still in the police station but was unsure and grew quite curious about where I was being led.
"Uh excuse me sir," I said we reached the bottom of the stairwell and enter a poorly lit hallway. The hallway was thickly carpeted, the textures of the carpet were similar to that found in lobbies of upper class hotels. Wall mounted lamps with three light bulbs per posting lined the walls of the hallway. In addition, those same blood and rust textures I mentioned before were easily seen throughout.
"Where exactly are we going?" I continued with a confused expression on my face.
"Oh," he said with a slight chuckle, continuing to walk. "It's far too late to turn back now."
"Look!" I began to raise my voice. "I don't know what's up your sleeve old man, but I'm quite sure that I don't want to find out."
"Ok then," he stopped walked and turned around to face me. "Go back, if you can." He turned back around and continued to walk down the hallway, laughing a deep villain laugh.
At that point and time I knew I was not about to find out what this man was about to do. That unexplainable sixth sense let me know that something wasn't right, or was it? I ran back down the corridor. As I neared the stairwell the lamps that lit the hallway began to go out one by one. I paid no attention and swiftly climbed the stairs. My hope grew into fear when I came to realize that the stairwell door was closed and locked.
"Shit! No!" I was both angry and scared, but not panicked.
I then came to a forgone conclusion that I had no choice but to follow that creepy man. I nearly jumped back down the stairs. As I reached the bottom I yelled:
"Hey! Wait up!"
I sprinted down the hallway and caught up with the man.
"I knew you would return," he voice had grown deeper.
I didn't respond.
We made a roundabout as the corridor did; the lamps faded and died out as we passed them. Minutes later, we finally reached the end of the hallway, stopped at a wooden door, the color of blood.
As the officer took out his set of keys to unlock the door I looked back down the hallway. The light at the opposite end had gone out, restricting me from seeing straight through. Something wasn't right, and it didn't involve the broken lights either. The officer inserted one of his many keys into the old fashioned lock. He turned it but the door didn't open.
"Hmm," he said. "This may take a while."
He continued to search through the rest of his keys; all the while a sense of fear began to brew in the pits of my stomach. I turned back around to face the cop; he was still searching for the correct key.
"Can we get a move on?" I asked, growing impatient.
"Just a moment."
I turned back around to face the hallway. My heart skipped a beat as I saw a humongous sneaking its way down the hallway. It was so big in fact that it nearly had to strain to fit inside the corridor. The bug was a hideous cross between a beetle and a cockroach; its green thorny stick legs matched the rest of his body.
"Uh officer," I said as the bug hurried down the hallway towards us. "We really need to get a move on here!"
The officer looked down the hallway and saw the huge insect making its way towards us. Creating a spine tickling cracking sounds as its claws pricked the carpet.
"Dear god!" he exclaimed, never having seen anything like it in his life. He dropped the keys out of fright.
"Shit! Why did you have to do that?"
The officer quickly picked the keys up. By now the roach was less than forty feet way.
"Hurry the hell up!" I yelled, my fear had grown into panic.
He searched through his set of keys once again. Twenty feet, fifteen feet, ten feet, by now I could hear the roach sucking air into its slimy lungs.
"Qkqkqkqkqk," its mouth drooled with slime and spit.
I looked back at the officer who was inserting a bright gold key into the lock. The door opened.
"Yes!" he said. "Let's go."
He rushed into a room lit by outside light showering down from hundreds of feet from overhead. I followed closely behind, but only to realize that the giant roach hand taken hold of me with one of its prickly legs.
"Help!" I yelled as the insect brought me close to its slimy mouth. Its thick saliva drooled all over the back of my jacket.
Just then the officer took out his black colored handgun.
"Stay to one side!" he told me. I struggled against the roach's power, it was surprisingly ten times stronger that your average roach.
I followed the cop's order and reared to the side, closing my eyes there after.
"Boom!" the bullet rocketed from the gun. I felt it blast pass me and hit the roach in the head.
"Arrrrrrr!" it yelled out of pain as thick blood splattered everywhere.
The officer pulled the trigger once more.
"Boom!" another bullet rocketed from the gun and hit the roach in the head once again.
Additional gallons of blood splattered all over me and stained the carpet. The creature did not yell out of pain again. Its heavy body simply fell to the ground, nearly landing on top of me. I opened my eyes just to see the roach vanish, and all of its blood and spit with it.
I arose to my feet.
"What the hell was that?" I asked.
"I don't have the answer," the cop replied. "But the woman I'm sending you to may have them."
After I arose to my feet I followed offer into the bottom of yet another stairwell. The big difference from the previous flight of stairs was that these stairs were set up in a square shape, climbing hundreds of feet above. The middle of the stairs was open all the way through allowing one to see to the very top. I looked up through the opening. The very stop of the stairwell had a church bell, which was an additional one hundred feet or so from the highest most steps. On the upper most portions of the walls that shaped the square of the tower, glass windows allowed the gray light from outside's blizzard to light up the tower.
"Where are we?" I asked.
"We are in the pits of the church bell tower," the cop replied. "The woman who wants to speak to you is just this way."
The officer began to climb the blood colored wooden stairs which had a very thin glass finishing. I followed close by. The steps beneath our feet crackled as we stepped over them.
After a few minutes of muscle flexing climbing, we finally reached a door, similar in color to the stairs and basement door. The officer took out a set of keys to open the door. We both looked up to see a demon bird take a break from flying, just outside the bell tower window. I was relieved when the door opened the first time.
We then stepped into an outside-lit church hall. I looked to the right, there were two wide rows of red colored benches and stained glass windows that dominated the upper portions of the walls. The walls of the church were painted white and a huge cross was hung on the left wall facing the benches of the church. The cross was hung all the way up to where the roof was shaped like a widened triangle. I then focused my attention to a young woman writing in a notebook. The Caucasian woman was dressed in a Nun suite that was striped with black and white colors. A few strands of black hair could be seen hanging from the side of her nun cap.
The table by which she was a brown fold-down table that had been placed on top of the slightly raised stage, the woman put her pen down among messy stacks of papers and looked at me with a beautiful pair of green eyes.
"Alessa," it was the officer. "I've found a survivor."
"Thank goodness," the woman said in a relieved voice tone.
"Come here," she said to me with a smile on her face.
Before I walked over to the woman the officer handed me his handgun.
"You're gonna need this," he said. "Bullets are limited so use it wisely."
I nodded and walked over to the woman. The officer there after went back down the stairwell, closing the door behind him. I stopped on the opposite end of the table. I really didn't know what to say to the woman.
"Are you responsible for what has happened to Silent Hill?" I asked her.
She looked at me.
"What has happened outside is not the works of good," she said. "Wouldn't you agree?"
I nodded.
"The person or thing behind this is far more powerful than me."
"So what, are you a witch?"
"No. But my mother's belief is questionable."
"Who is your mother?"
She looked down as if she resented her birth mother.
"Dahlia," she said sorrowfully.
"As in Dahlia Gillespie?" I asked.
"Yes. I am her daughter, Alessa."
"Where is Dahlia?"
"I don't know," she said. "Ever since last night she's been gone."
"What do you mean, gone?"
"Just vanished. She was acting very strange that evening, pacing back and forth. Consulting her tarot cards and gyromancy practices more than normal."
"Well, there is a big question in my mind," I said. "What happened to our town?"
"You were asleep last night weren't you?"
I nodded.
"Well I wasn't. And the events I'd rather not speak upon."
"Why? What happened?" I grew concerned.
She looked at me intensely.
"Oh, it was bad," she said, she sounded as if she were pleading. "Those.those things just fell from the sky or shaped themselves from bolts of lightning! And the citizens oh are innocent neighbors. Most of them were eaten by these creatures."
"Do you think this is the work of your mother?"
"I'm not quite sure," she replied, her voice had returned to normal. "But my sixth sense smells her in the mist of the problem."
"What am I suppose to do?"
"Here," she said shuffling through papers on the desk. "Let me give you this."
She handed me a brown triangular shaped object, from first glance one would think of it as a paperweight.
"What is it?" I asked.
"It is known as a Flauros," she said. "It is my mother's."
"Dahlia's?"
"Yes. And she does not know I have it," her voice suddenly turned serious. "Under no conditions must you loose this. It is part of the key to undoing this wrong."
"What are you saying?"
Just then the ground began to shake. Alessa closed her notebook and swiftly rose to her feet. A panicked look plagued her face.
"What?" I asked. "What's going on?"
"The awakening has begun," she said walking slowly away from the table. "You are the chosen one."
"What?"
"There is no time to explain," she said as she broke into a run. "Save our town, before it's too late!"
She was running away.
"How?" I yelled to her. "How am I supposed to save Silent Hill?"
"Find Dahlia!" she said. "Stop her!"
The ground still shook ever so violently beneath my foot. The next I looked Alessa was gone. I ran out of the church just as the roof came crashing down.
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Feelings of mixed emotions overwhelmed me. First the weather, then Cheryl, and now those flying creatures similar to those found in a mythical story. There was no telling how many of those were flying around town.
At the moment I was being led by a police officer deeper into the police station. I didn't come down to the station much, so I didn't know what to expect. By now we had left the quite stunning entrance hall and were declining a flight of stairs into the under floors. As we declined I noticed a large change in the surroundings. The walls of the stairwell began to grow a dark blood red mixed with brown, to tell you the truth it looked like rust mixed with blood. I was quite sure we were still in the police station but was unsure and grew quite curious about where I was being led.
"Uh excuse me sir," I said we reached the bottom of the stairwell and enter a poorly lit hallway. The hallway was thickly carpeted, the textures of the carpet were similar to that found in lobbies of upper class hotels. Wall mounted lamps with three light bulbs per posting lined the walls of the hallway. In addition, those same blood and rust textures I mentioned before were easily seen throughout.
"Where exactly are we going?" I continued with a confused expression on my face.
"Oh," he said with a slight chuckle, continuing to walk. "It's far too late to turn back now."
"Look!" I began to raise my voice. "I don't know what's up your sleeve old man, but I'm quite sure that I don't want to find out."
"Ok then," he stopped walked and turned around to face me. "Go back, if you can." He turned back around and continued to walk down the hallway, laughing a deep villain laugh.
At that point and time I knew I was not about to find out what this man was about to do. That unexplainable sixth sense let me know that something wasn't right, or was it? I ran back down the corridor. As I neared the stairwell the lamps that lit the hallway began to go out one by one. I paid no attention and swiftly climbed the stairs. My hope grew into fear when I came to realize that the stairwell door was closed and locked.
"Shit! No!" I was both angry and scared, but not panicked.
I then came to a forgone conclusion that I had no choice but to follow that creepy man. I nearly jumped back down the stairs. As I reached the bottom I yelled:
"Hey! Wait up!"
I sprinted down the hallway and caught up with the man.
"I knew you would return," he voice had grown deeper.
I didn't respond.
We made a roundabout as the corridor did; the lamps faded and died out as we passed them. Minutes later, we finally reached the end of the hallway, stopped at a wooden door, the color of blood.
As the officer took out his set of keys to unlock the door I looked back down the hallway. The light at the opposite end had gone out, restricting me from seeing straight through. Something wasn't right, and it didn't involve the broken lights either. The officer inserted one of his many keys into the old fashioned lock. He turned it but the door didn't open.
"Hmm," he said. "This may take a while."
He continued to search through the rest of his keys; all the while a sense of fear began to brew in the pits of my stomach. I turned back around to face the cop; he was still searching for the correct key.
"Can we get a move on?" I asked, growing impatient.
"Just a moment."
I turned back around to face the hallway. My heart skipped a beat as I saw a humongous sneaking its way down the hallway. It was so big in fact that it nearly had to strain to fit inside the corridor. The bug was a hideous cross between a beetle and a cockroach; its green thorny stick legs matched the rest of his body.
"Uh officer," I said as the bug hurried down the hallway towards us. "We really need to get a move on here!"
The officer looked down the hallway and saw the huge insect making its way towards us. Creating a spine tickling cracking sounds as its claws pricked the carpet.
"Dear god!" he exclaimed, never having seen anything like it in his life. He dropped the keys out of fright.
"Shit! Why did you have to do that?"
The officer quickly picked the keys up. By now the roach was less than forty feet way.
"Hurry the hell up!" I yelled, my fear had grown into panic.
He searched through his set of keys once again. Twenty feet, fifteen feet, ten feet, by now I could hear the roach sucking air into its slimy lungs.
"Qkqkqkqkqk," its mouth drooled with slime and spit.
I looked back at the officer who was inserting a bright gold key into the lock. The door opened.
"Yes!" he said. "Let's go."
He rushed into a room lit by outside light showering down from hundreds of feet from overhead. I followed closely behind, but only to realize that the giant roach hand taken hold of me with one of its prickly legs.
"Help!" I yelled as the insect brought me close to its slimy mouth. Its thick saliva drooled all over the back of my jacket.
Just then the officer took out his black colored handgun.
"Stay to one side!" he told me. I struggled against the roach's power, it was surprisingly ten times stronger that your average roach.
I followed the cop's order and reared to the side, closing my eyes there after.
"Boom!" the bullet rocketed from the gun. I felt it blast pass me and hit the roach in the head.
"Arrrrrrr!" it yelled out of pain as thick blood splattered everywhere.
The officer pulled the trigger once more.
"Boom!" another bullet rocketed from the gun and hit the roach in the head once again.
Additional gallons of blood splattered all over me and stained the carpet. The creature did not yell out of pain again. Its heavy body simply fell to the ground, nearly landing on top of me. I opened my eyes just to see the roach vanish, and all of its blood and spit with it.
I arose to my feet.
"What the hell was that?" I asked.
"I don't have the answer," the cop replied. "But the woman I'm sending you to may have them."
After I arose to my feet I followed offer into the bottom of yet another stairwell. The big difference from the previous flight of stairs was that these stairs were set up in a square shape, climbing hundreds of feet above. The middle of the stairs was open all the way through allowing one to see to the very top. I looked up through the opening. The very stop of the stairwell had a church bell, which was an additional one hundred feet or so from the highest most steps. On the upper most portions of the walls that shaped the square of the tower, glass windows allowed the gray light from outside's blizzard to light up the tower.
"Where are we?" I asked.
"We are in the pits of the church bell tower," the cop replied. "The woman who wants to speak to you is just this way."
The officer began to climb the blood colored wooden stairs which had a very thin glass finishing. I followed close by. The steps beneath our feet crackled as we stepped over them.
After a few minutes of muscle flexing climbing, we finally reached a door, similar in color to the stairs and basement door. The officer took out a set of keys to open the door. We both looked up to see a demon bird take a break from flying, just outside the bell tower window. I was relieved when the door opened the first time.
We then stepped into an outside-lit church hall. I looked to the right, there were two wide rows of red colored benches and stained glass windows that dominated the upper portions of the walls. The walls of the church were painted white and a huge cross was hung on the left wall facing the benches of the church. The cross was hung all the way up to where the roof was shaped like a widened triangle. I then focused my attention to a young woman writing in a notebook. The Caucasian woman was dressed in a Nun suite that was striped with black and white colors. A few strands of black hair could be seen hanging from the side of her nun cap.
The table by which she was a brown fold-down table that had been placed on top of the slightly raised stage, the woman put her pen down among messy stacks of papers and looked at me with a beautiful pair of green eyes.
"Alessa," it was the officer. "I've found a survivor."
"Thank goodness," the woman said in a relieved voice tone.
"Come here," she said to me with a smile on her face.
Before I walked over to the woman the officer handed me his handgun.
"You're gonna need this," he said. "Bullets are limited so use it wisely."
I nodded and walked over to the woman. The officer there after went back down the stairwell, closing the door behind him. I stopped on the opposite end of the table. I really didn't know what to say to the woman.
"Are you responsible for what has happened to Silent Hill?" I asked her.
She looked at me.
"What has happened outside is not the works of good," she said. "Wouldn't you agree?"
I nodded.
"The person or thing behind this is far more powerful than me."
"So what, are you a witch?"
"No. But my mother's belief is questionable."
"Who is your mother?"
She looked down as if she resented her birth mother.
"Dahlia," she said sorrowfully.
"As in Dahlia Gillespie?" I asked.
"Yes. I am her daughter, Alessa."
"Where is Dahlia?"
"I don't know," she said. "Ever since last night she's been gone."
"What do you mean, gone?"
"Just vanished. She was acting very strange that evening, pacing back and forth. Consulting her tarot cards and gyromancy practices more than normal."
"Well, there is a big question in my mind," I said. "What happened to our town?"
"You were asleep last night weren't you?"
I nodded.
"Well I wasn't. And the events I'd rather not speak upon."
"Why? What happened?" I grew concerned.
She looked at me intensely.
"Oh, it was bad," she said, she sounded as if she were pleading. "Those.those things just fell from the sky or shaped themselves from bolts of lightning! And the citizens oh are innocent neighbors. Most of them were eaten by these creatures."
"Do you think this is the work of your mother?"
"I'm not quite sure," she replied, her voice had returned to normal. "But my sixth sense smells her in the mist of the problem."
"What am I suppose to do?"
"Here," she said shuffling through papers on the desk. "Let me give you this."
She handed me a brown triangular shaped object, from first glance one would think of it as a paperweight.
"What is it?" I asked.
"It is known as a Flauros," she said. "It is my mother's."
"Dahlia's?"
"Yes. And she does not know I have it," her voice suddenly turned serious. "Under no conditions must you loose this. It is part of the key to undoing this wrong."
"What are you saying?"
Just then the ground began to shake. Alessa closed her notebook and swiftly rose to her feet. A panicked look plagued her face.
"What?" I asked. "What's going on?"
"The awakening has begun," she said walking slowly away from the table. "You are the chosen one."
"What?"
"There is no time to explain," she said as she broke into a run. "Save our town, before it's too late!"
She was running away.
"How?" I yelled to her. "How am I supposed to save Silent Hill?"
"Find Dahlia!" she said. "Stop her!"
The ground still shook ever so violently beneath my foot. The next I looked Alessa was gone. I ran out of the church just as the roof came crashing down.