Chapter II: Sudden Enchantment
Streams of light emitted from a flashlight shine through patches of the flooding mists. "Poll Street…Poll Street…" Chris thought to himself. There he stood, next to an old, decaying gas station, trying to see through the seemingly impenetrable fog. "Where the hell is Poll Street!" He stomped his foot on the ground in a murky puddle, and a ringed splash of muddy rainwater burst around his shoe. As the raindrops simmered into the pavement, he noticed street signs on a pole nearby. Reading it aloud, he said, "Bloch Street…and Ellroy Street. So where is Poll? Isn't it in Old Silent Hill? …Or was it…" He frantically began shifting his eyes, left and right, before taking a deep breath and calming himself down.
"Chris…"
She called his name again..Alana's voice, echoing inside of his head. Chris shuddered and began walking away from the abandoned Gas Station, when something he saw through the window caught his eye. He neared the window, and saw an old wrinkled map of Silent Hill.
"Finding your way will help you find the truth.."
He reached his arm through the window, pulled the map through the opening, and fully opened it, disregarding the fact that he was stealing. "Let's see…" Chris said to himself as he scanned the map. "Bloch..there! Bloch Street and Ellroy Street. And there's the Gas Station. Guess I must be here..but where is Poll Street?" Chris paused for a moment. Then, a new idea dawned on him.
"There IS no Poll Street!"
Chris shook his head in disbelief, staring into the foggy void. "Dammit! Where the hell did I get that information from…where…" He drew a blank in his memory. He couldn't remember. Now more than ever, Chris began to feel the cold bite of the wind and the empty feeling of loneliness. The sound of metal clanging came from down Bloch Street, and looking at his map, Chris saw that this was towards the Balkan Church. He began to walk in that direction, pointing his flashlight down the street. The atmosphere was exceedingly eerie. A fully built town, devoid of cars, people, and life itself. The buildings and other objects he found were rusting and decaying, and it gave him a feeling of not being wanted here. He wanted to go back home, back to Alana, to be with her for the rest of her life, no matter how long or short it may be. His mind began to wander, when through the fog, a dark figure begins to emerge.
"Who's there?" Chris shouts.
"I came for you, Chris Millpeak.." the silky voice answers back.
"No..you couldn't be here!" Chris shouts in disbelief.
Alana steps out from the fog, and looks into the eyes at a stupefied Chris. "Why, you look astonished, Chris." Alana declared. "Are you surprised to see me?" Chris could hardly find the words to respond. "How did you get here? Yesterday, when I left you, you couldn't get out of bed!" "You think a little sickness could stop me from being with you?" Alana laughed. "How can you make light of such a serious virus? How can you be here! This can't be you, this can't be real!" Alana walked up to the bewildered Chris, lifts his arm up by his wrist, and holds his hand. She looks into his eyes, and smiles again, emitting a carefree vibe around her. "Don't ask any questions, Chris…I'm here, and that's all that matters, right? …Right?" Chris does not answer. Every single day for the past year, he cared for her, watched over her, saw her in pain and misery, looking sickly and pale. Now, here she stood before him, looking as vibrant as she had the day..the day…
The word escaped him. Married?
"Chris? Are you okay?" "I…I'm elated!" Chris exclaimed. "B..but I can't believe this is happening, I can't believe this is real! You've been seriously ill for the past year, and now – in a single day – you're better!" "Can we please stop talking about me, and talk about us?" They stared into each others' eyes, and embraced. There, in the middle of one of the darkest places known, standing in the middle of hopelessness, stood two soulmates expressing their love for each other. Their love was about to be sliced into ribbons.
Streams of light emitted from a flashlight shine through patches of the flooding mists. "Poll Street…Poll Street…" Chris thought to himself. There he stood, next to an old, decaying gas station, trying to see through the seemingly impenetrable fog. "Where the hell is Poll Street!" He stomped his foot on the ground in a murky puddle, and a ringed splash of muddy rainwater burst around his shoe. As the raindrops simmered into the pavement, he noticed street signs on a pole nearby. Reading it aloud, he said, "Bloch Street…and Ellroy Street. So where is Poll? Isn't it in Old Silent Hill? …Or was it…" He frantically began shifting his eyes, left and right, before taking a deep breath and calming himself down.
"Chris…"
She called his name again..Alana's voice, echoing inside of his head. Chris shuddered and began walking away from the abandoned Gas Station, when something he saw through the window caught his eye. He neared the window, and saw an old wrinkled map of Silent Hill.
"Finding your way will help you find the truth.."
He reached his arm through the window, pulled the map through the opening, and fully opened it, disregarding the fact that he was stealing. "Let's see…" Chris said to himself as he scanned the map. "Bloch..there! Bloch Street and Ellroy Street. And there's the Gas Station. Guess I must be here..but where is Poll Street?" Chris paused for a moment. Then, a new idea dawned on him.
"There IS no Poll Street!"
Chris shook his head in disbelief, staring into the foggy void. "Dammit! Where the hell did I get that information from…where…" He drew a blank in his memory. He couldn't remember. Now more than ever, Chris began to feel the cold bite of the wind and the empty feeling of loneliness. The sound of metal clanging came from down Bloch Street, and looking at his map, Chris saw that this was towards the Balkan Church. He began to walk in that direction, pointing his flashlight down the street. The atmosphere was exceedingly eerie. A fully built town, devoid of cars, people, and life itself. The buildings and other objects he found were rusting and decaying, and it gave him a feeling of not being wanted here. He wanted to go back home, back to Alana, to be with her for the rest of her life, no matter how long or short it may be. His mind began to wander, when through the fog, a dark figure begins to emerge.
"Who's there?" Chris shouts.
"I came for you, Chris Millpeak.." the silky voice answers back.
"No..you couldn't be here!" Chris shouts in disbelief.
Alana steps out from the fog, and looks into the eyes at a stupefied Chris. "Why, you look astonished, Chris." Alana declared. "Are you surprised to see me?" Chris could hardly find the words to respond. "How did you get here? Yesterday, when I left you, you couldn't get out of bed!" "You think a little sickness could stop me from being with you?" Alana laughed. "How can you make light of such a serious virus? How can you be here! This can't be you, this can't be real!" Alana walked up to the bewildered Chris, lifts his arm up by his wrist, and holds his hand. She looks into his eyes, and smiles again, emitting a carefree vibe around her. "Don't ask any questions, Chris…I'm here, and that's all that matters, right? …Right?" Chris does not answer. Every single day for the past year, he cared for her, watched over her, saw her in pain and misery, looking sickly and pale. Now, here she stood before him, looking as vibrant as she had the day..the day…
The word escaped him. Married?
"Chris? Are you okay?" "I…I'm elated!" Chris exclaimed. "B..but I can't believe this is happening, I can't believe this is real! You've been seriously ill for the past year, and now – in a single day – you're better!" "Can we please stop talking about me, and talk about us?" They stared into each others' eyes, and embraced. There, in the middle of one of the darkest places known, standing in the middle of hopelessness, stood two soulmates expressing their love for each other. Their love was about to be sliced into ribbons.