Sadie staggered out in front of the nearest car, making sure it had enough distance to stop in time. She stumbled onto the bonnet, panting heavily and making little mewling sounds. "My bus . crashed," she said as the driver got out. A cute blonde man, kinda like the guy from the Art Institute, but probably not as passionate. "A girl still alive. Down there. I think, oh. Please, call an ambulance. I think they're all dead."

He just stared at her.

"Call a goddamned ambulance."

This time he nodded, getting his mobile out of his jacket and dialing the number. Since it wasn't 911, she figured him for a local. Who else would know the actual number? "Where'd it happen?" he asked after he'd given the message.

"Down the road a little. Bus went straight through there." She turned to point down the hill. Fog had blown in from the West and although it was very wispy up on the road, it was too thick to see through just a few feet down. Good, might hold up the paramedics long enough for a while.

"I'll go see what I can do."

"Would that be such a good idea?" she leaned in on him, feigning exhaustion. Men loved to play hero and she loved watching their heroics. It was fun although nothing beat the rush of murder. So far, she'd killed twice out of necessity but maybe she should kill someone for fun. Then again, best not to tempt fate or forensic science. "You'll probably just get lost."

"I'll be fine. I know my way around here," he smiled at her.

"I better stay here and show them where to go." "Good idea," he headed down the steep slope.

She leaned against the car, checked her watch. Waiting.

The blonde man started screaming.

Sadie checked the ignition. No keys. Hell, even the doors were locked and the windows were wound up. No way out. His screams excited her but the idea of actually being hurt herself was repulsive. Maybe she should've kept that piece of glass for herself. The best idea would be to head down there and hide in all the fog. Maybe get to that glass and use it. Better than being up here, unarmed and easily spotted.

She started down. Even with the fog, she was able to see the trail of fresh blood on the dead leave matter underfoot. The man kept screaming, they were all such crybabies, as if that would get him help or scare off the attacker. Didn't he know screams were exciting? She'd always been aroused each time she watched a slasher flick, it didn't have to be very good so long as it had realistic screams. Sometimes she watched them just to get in the mood to enjoy whichever boyfriend she had at the time although she'd never dared make them scream until a day ago. She'd dated this one man who turned out to be a masochist, which seemed perfect until she realized that hurting a man who enjoyed it was a repulsive idea.

Without realizing that she'd been following the blood trail, she found herself staring at the rear right-hand corner of the crashed bus. Looked around. Listened. The screams had stopped although there was a the sound of something sharp being thrust into something fleshy nearby. The sound seemed to be coming from around the other side of the bus. Picking up a long piece of glass, she peered around the edge of the bus.

A pregnant young woman in a wedding dress was crouched beside the blonde man's corpse, arms protruded from the lower part of the dress where the woman's groin should be. The baby arms were hacking at the corpse with a butcher's knife. The woman's tattered veil blew in a nonexistent breeze as she turned her head. Shards of glass were embedded in her face, forcing one of her eye lids half-closed and dragging one lip up in a sneer. Her eyes were milky white and looked like they were made of glass.

"What the heck are you, Miss?" Sadie asked. Nothing would bring her to be impolite, swear or say any profanities. There was never any reason for it.

The bride got up, walking towards her in the step-pause-step-pause manner of a woman walking down the aisle. Her face was expressionless but a hissing sound came from deep inside her.

Sadie took a couple of steps back, her heel stepping on something crunchy and soft. She looked down to see the adolescent girl who had crawled till she died. The girl had been roasted by something although the grass hadn't been touched. "Interesting." She smiled at the bride, turned and ran back toward the road. Twigs and branches caught at her clothes, scratching her bare skin and all the while she could hear the bride's footsteps behind her, gaining on her. Running faster only made the crazy woman close the gap. Sadie stopped suddenly, driving the glass backward without even looking around. The makeshift blade encountered resistence, broke through. She twisted the glass, ignoring the resultant cuts on her hands and tore it sideways, finally looking around.

The Bride gaped at her. Fell. Faded away.

The fog started to lift.

Dropping the glass, Sadie ran up onto the road, sobbing. She'd nearly died. The nerve of that freak to think that she was allowed to kill the beloved Sadie Collins. She managed to climb onto the bonnet of the dead man's car before fainting.

Sadie woke up in Hospital, nursing many bandages but no broken bones. She groaned as two cops came in. One a blonde, blue-eyed young woman wearing black leather pants and the other a pretty non-descript male whom she dismissed. When she spoke, she only looked at the woman. "Hi there, officer. Can you tell me what happened?"

"I'm Officer Cybil Mason and this is my partner."

"Right, right. I think I was attacked by someone."

"Did that cause the bus crash?" Cybil asked.

"No. Can't remember what caused that. I think the guy was smoking but I'm not sure."

"Smoking? That would explain the burns."

"They were burnt? There wasn't a bus fire." Her eyes widened. "No, wait. I went back out there when I heard this man screaming. He'd been awfully nice to me, pulled over and called the ambulance. So I thought I should do the Christian thing and see what was wrong with him. I saw this bride stabbing him and she was."

"Go on."

"It'll sound insane. Besides, you found her body, right? You know that she was deformed."

"How was she deformed?" Cybil asked quietly.

"There were these arms sticking out of nether regions, holding a knife, almost as if it was her baby that was doing the cutting although I know she couldn't be. She was pregnant, you see. Didn't you find her?"

"No."

"Where am I?"

"Alchemilla Hospital," the man said.

She ignored him. "Where's that?"

"Silent Hill," Cybil said.

"I've never seen you here before, Mrs. Mason."

"I got transferred just last month."

"This all seems to make sense to you and I wonder why."

"We're not here to talk about me. We know you're Sadie Collins and you're here to visit family. Did you know that your agent was murdered yesterday?"

"Murdered?" "I was told someone knotted a cord around his neck so that it would slowly strangle him to death. It took several hours."

"Oh gosh," Sadie pretended to swoon, acting as if she were on the verge of fainting. "He's dead. Then the crash and. I can't believe it."

"Where were you that day?"

"I was at my exhibition all day."

"Did you ever leave that exhibition?"

"For lunch, yes."

"Why wasn't your agent there with you?"

"Mr. Doggett was making sure the police investigated an act of vandalism on several of my prize pieces. You don't think all of this could be connected, do you? Oh gosh, what if someone's trying to kill me? Poor Mr. Doggett." Sadie started crying.

"When did you last see him?"

"In the early morning, before the exhibition opened."

"Was anything unsual in his demeanor then?"

"Nothing at all. He was angry but he was also thrilled with the pieces that were being exhibited. It was a great day for both of us. He was going to come down after me and open some champagne at my family's. Can I see them now? Mom and dad? Are they here?"

"They should be coming any minute."