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gRUB
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\ \ \ \ CHAPTER 1 Faraone's Mail / / / /
It was 1:42 AM. Nen Gott had been up all night trying to solve the case that was given to him by the boss. Nen was not a spectacular detective and was always working to try to get ahead, he worked so hard, hours and hours and hours, every single night. But no matter how hard he tried, the other detectives left him behind in the dust.
If he couldn't solve this case, he'd be removed from being a detective and would probably just be demoted to being a cop again. How he hated being a cop. Sitting around, writing tickets and eating free donuts when he could be doing so many better things to help the Brahms and the surrounding cities. Instead of writing tickets, he'd be figuring out "whodunnit" instead of "whowentamileoverthespeedlimit". He worked his spot of being detective like Beethoven worked his piano. But unlike Beethoven, his hard work wasn't
enough. His boss was a know-it-all jerk who would bring in newly graduated police academy students to be high-spot detectives while sending the hard working people down to lowly cop jobs.
Not only that, but he would be nice one day, but the next day he'd embarress you in front of other fellow detectives. The other detectives were brown nosed, buttkissing, asswiping Boss' pets who lived for one sole reason -- to get praise from The Boss. Now, Nen was an honest person and wasn't much into smoozing, so he always was beat down by The Boss. Maybe the detective job wasn't for him. But when he thought that, he remembered what his self- proclaimed mentor and ex-boss, Jim Faraone, said to him before he suffered a fatal heart attack and let The Boss be THE Boss.
"No matter how much you may think that this job is knocking you around, punching you in the face and kicking you in your guts, you've got to remember that you WILL get your big break, remember that. Work hard, and you will come out on top of all the other ones who do nothing but kiss, make up and smooze around. You'll make it. Take it from me, Nen. I was like you, I worked hard into the wee hours of the night, worked so hard and used my brain so much I
thought I'd have a psychotic episode, but no, I came out on top.
Now look at me, I'm the most respected person that the Brahms Police has ever known. Everyone knows my name and they're all successful, and everyone says
that it was thanks to me. Now, maybe it's true, maybe it's not, but if you keep on going, you will be respected, you will be cherished. Remember my advice and be remembered."
Whenever Nen would think that, he'd remember his good friend Jim and smile,
wishing he were there. Wishing that The Boss would be just another detective. But it wasn't that way. But the memory of Jim kept him going, and without that memory, Nen would be lost. He felt as if he didn't accomplish what Jim
said that night, his death would be in vain.
Nen needed a break, so he went into his bathroom, which was humid as he took a shower about an hour ago, and splashed some cold water on his face, which
got rid of any previous tiredness he had. He looked at his reflection in the mirror. It looked kinda weird. He then looked at his whole mirror and noticed a strange sentence.
"The Executioner shalleth emerge from thy abyss, then shalleth thou knoweth
his name."
Nen started to wonder if staying up late got to him. He then noticed a symbol next to the sentence. It was a ring, on the ring were some weird symbols, and inside the circumference was a triangle, with the same type of symbols inside it. Suddenly, the loud sounds of people screaming, and of a loud siren rumbled his windows, cracking them. The lights in his bathroom flickered on
and off. Each time they came back on, a different symbol in the same style as the first, appeared on the mirror, then another replaced it when the lights
turned off and came back on again.
Nen put his hands over his ears in pain and fear. He could see the floor changing into metal grating and the walls into seering, bubbling flesh. He screamed, then in the blink of an eye, it all flashed back to normal again.
Nen needed some sleep. Badly.
Nen woke up. After his strange hallucination from the night before, he finished his report and put it on The Boss' front doorstep and drove home and fell asleep.
He yawned for a second, then the telephone rang. He picked it up and answered. "Nen Gott speaking, how may I help you?" "Yes, Mr. Gott, I need you to send in those reports today."
It was The Boss. "But sir, I already have." "They weren't good enough. I needed them in a different format. I'm sorry, but you'll have to do it again and completely reword it. I expect to see the 100 page report tomorrow. Goodbye."
Nen put the phone down and sighed. "What a goddamn depressing job."
He sat down on his computer and checked his e-mail. One from The Boss.
"Don't forget to reword the entire 100 page report and give it to me tomorrow. Goodbye."
Like he needed to be reminded. The next one was from... Jim Faraone? This must have been an e-mail from a while back. He clicked on it anyway for nostalgia reasons.
"Nen, witnesses for the murder of Bobby Dean. Brahms Insane Asylum. They'll
know you."
Nen was in shock for a moment. Bobby Dean was the murder he was working on.
Was this someone playing a cruel joke on him? Nevertheless, this was his only lead to witnesses.
He turned off his monitor and walked into his bathroom. No messages or anything strange. He sighed and turned his shower. He stepped in ---- and shouted. "Yehh!"
He had stepped on glass. He pulled it out and the blood from his foot trickled down into the water already in the tub, and down the drain. Where did the glass come from? He looked around for a second.. Then at his window. Nothing. No cracks, no nothing. Very strange. He continued to take his shower and think about the glass. Dozens of times he could've sworn the water hitting his back felt like hands grabbing at him. "I need to stop worrying about the glass and start thinking about the case. It's starting to get to my sanity."
After he was done, he turned the water off, stepped out, brushed his teeth,
and dryed himself off. He stepped into his bedroom, the fresh air coming from the open window flushing into his room. "Wait.. I don't remember opening that window... Or maybe I did, I'm not good at remembering things that I did right when I woke up."
He suspisciously looked around. "Okay Nen, calm down, stop being so paranoid." He said to himself. He calmed down and put his clothes on. Brown
pants with a black belt, a white dress shirt, a gun-holding jockstrap, a black tie, a dark brown overcoat and a fedora. He got his pack of smokes, put them in his pocket, and walked out the door. He searched for his keys and found them. He put them in his car and turned them. The car wouldn't start.
"Come on, car! I just bought you last month! Damn Ford cars! They always do
this to me!"
He turned the ignition again, and again, and again, and again, then finally
got it to run. He sighed and said, "This is going to be a long day."
He pulled out of his driveway and headed to the Brahms Insane Asylum.
/ / / / CHAPTER 2 House for the Mentally Challenged \ \ \ \
Nen finally arrived in front of the ominous Insane Asylum. He turned off the engine and walked inside. It was bright and cheerful outside, a contrast to
the dark, gloomy exterior. A women was writing down some things on a notepad when Nen walked up to her. "Nen Gott, I'm a detective."
The lady said, "Ah, Mr. Gott, yes, right on time. Unfortunetly, one of your
witnesses commited suicide today and she was taken to the hospital for auptopsy. The other one.. Let me see.. Ah yes, Douglas. Jeff Bedlam here will lead you to him."
Nen thanked her... Then just remembered something. "Did a man named Jim Faraone come in here.."
The woman said quickly, almost as she if she was annoyed, "Mr. Bedlam, see that he gets there safely." Jeff nodded and grabbed Nen by the arm. "This way sir."
"Hey, wait!
He was already into the hallway and he could see why the lady asked him to be taken safely. There were many people crying and screaming, a window looking
into a room revealed a man to be banging his body against a padded wall. Things got dark quickly and was shown to Douglas' room.
Nen was let go by the large man and he rubbed the arm that he was grabbed by. Nen snickered and said, "Now I see why they call you Bedlam."
The man grunted. Nen frowned and stepped into Douglas' room. "Douglas? Douglas?"
He looked around and saw a man sitting on a chair, looking outside a huge, barred window.
"Y-y-y-yes... Have you come to---to stare at me?" Nen replied with a soft, "No, of course not Douglas. I've just come to hear about who you saw murdering Bobby Dea-"
Suddenly he was jumped by Douglas. "YOU ARE HIM!! I SEE HIM! YOU ARE HIM!! YOU ARE HIM!"
Nen struggled to get free. "Get off me!" It was a soundproof room so nobody
heard them ruffling around. "YOU'VE COME TO KILL ME TOO!"
Nen finally got Douglas off of him and shoved him into the corner. "I've not come to kill you, Douglas! I'm a de-tect-ive."
Douglas started to cry. Nen walked over to Douglas. "I just want to know what you saw, that's all."
Douglas said, "I.. It was.. Him..." Nen asked, "Who's him?"
Douglas replied, "The red one... He knows everything..." Nen raised an eyebrow. "The red one?" Douglas raised his voice, "Don't ask me who you are! You know who you are!" Nen asked, "What do you mean? I have no idea what you're talking about, Douglas. Do you mean, some sort of demon? A devil? A man dressed in red?"
Douglas whimpered softly, "Mmhmm.. He killed Bobby.. Killed him with his stake..." Nen said, "Ok.. Now, where exactly did this murder take place? Reports said that Bobby didn't die where they found him."
Douglas said, "Silent Hill." Nen raised his eyebrow again. "Silent Hill, eh? But isn't that just a fictional town told by storytellers to scare little kids at campfires?" Douglas shook his head. "No, it's real. I was a detective... Unlike you!" Nen continued to listen. "But because you think that you are a detective, don't go there.. Don't end up like me.. Don't even look for it!"
Nen nodded his head. "Thank you Douglas, it's been a--" Douglas pounced again. "YOU ARE THE RED ONE!! YOU EVIL BASTARD! YOU KILLED BOBBY! YOU K-I-L- L- E-D HIM!" Douglas was fighting with Nen furiously now. "Get off me Douglas, I didn't do anything!"
2 nurses noticed Douglas and rushed in. One with a syringe in her hand. "No! Stay back! YOU DON'T.. HAVE ANY FACES! YOU WANT TO HURT ME! SO THE RED ONE CAN KILL ME, JUST LIKE THE OTHER ONE WITH ME.. NO, YOU CAN'T DO THIS! YOU CAN'T DO THIS!! I'M A SANE MAN! THIS IS NOT WHERE I SHOULD BE! HELP ME!!"
The liquid that was in one of the nurse's syringe injected Douglas with the
tranquilizer and Douglas faded into unconsciousness. The nurse that held Douglas set him down. "I'm sorry, sir, Douglas is always like this, always accusing people who come in here of "being the red one" and "killing bobby". He does it all the time. He did it with us, with everyone. "
Nen nodded and quickly walked out of the asylum. He breathed hard and wiped
the sweat from his face. He then felt hungry. He hadn't eaten yet and it was still morning. He figured he could have breakfast over at Jack's Deli.
This was just the beginning of his day.
\ \ \ \ CHAPTER 3 Jack's Good Tastes / / / /
He started to relax in his leather driver's seat in his Ford as he stopped in front of the deli. His muscles ached, but they're fine now that he loosened
up a bit.
He stepped outside, locked his car and headed inside. The founder of the restaurant, Jack, knew Nen. He was a regular there. "Nen, how are ya? Want your usual spot near the window?" Nen said "You better believe it!"
Jack led Nen to his spot near THE window. It was a large, stain-glass window depecting a saintly figure in shining armor holding a big scale up high above his head.
Nen said, "I'll get the usual, Jack." "Sure thing, Nen."
Jack rushed off into the kitchen. Nen was always treated well because he solved the case of Jack's wife's disappearence. It was the only case he had
solved. Nen solved it and they found Jack's wife, starved, in a locked up house in Idaho. Jack was forever grateful. Now Nen gets free food and it's cooked by Jack, who cooks better than anyone else in the restaurant. Jack brought out the food 25 minutes later. Jack smiled. "Hope you like it!" He said. Nen took a bite. Ham and cheese crossant sandwich with an omelet. So "delicious!" said Nen. "You know Jack, I think you should go on Iron Chef. Not the one hosted by William Shatner, but the real Japanese one."
Jack blushed. "No Nen, you don't have to say that. I'm not that good." Nen ate some more food. "You don't have to watch me, Jack, you know how much I love your food."
Jack laughed. "Yes, I know, but it's just a habit to watch people when they
eat my food. I'm somewhat of a perfectionist when it comes to making food. If someone takes a bite they don't like, they get that part replaced with something better. It's just... Aw, yer right. Well, have a nice day, Nen!"
Nen snapped his fingers and pointed at Jack. "You too, Jacko!" Jack laughed again before walking into the loud, steamy kitchen. Suddenly, Nen felt a breeze. It's his rookie partner, Kayla Warden.
Kayla said, "I thought I'd find you here, Nen. You come here almost everyday, don't you?" Nen nodded. "Yes, most of the time. What are you doing here?" "I got hungry and decided I'd look for you at the deli and talk to you about why I was left out of his case."
Jack nodded. "Well, okay, there are some things I want to talk to you about
as well. You're the only person I trust enough to tell about what I have experienced."
Nen said, "Well, wait, his case?" Kayla nodded. "Yes, his case. The Boss was the one who cooked it up you know." Nen said, "It's my investigation, though."
Kayla nodded again. "You're right. So, what did you want to tell me? I'll listen before I ask."
Nen took a deep breath. "Okay, last night, I think I had a hallucination from staying up too late." Kayla said, "Really? A hallucination? Maybe you should goto a doctor. What was it?"
Nen said, "It... Well, I was walking into my bathroom. I had just taken a shower and--" Kayla giggled. "I'm sorry, it's just the thought of you naked.. Haha!"
Nen frowned and said, "Back to what I was about to tell you, I had just taken a shower an hour before it happened. I walked into my bathroom and it was real humid. The window was all fogged up. To stay awake, I splashed some water on my face and looked up at the mirror. On the mirror was a strange sentence talking about an executioner and me knowing his name or something like that. And a strange symbol was next to it. Then, horrible shouting and
incredibly loud sirens bursted through my ears and cracked the window. My lights in the bathroom started to flash and the symbol kept replacing itself with other simillarly styled symbols. I screamed in pain and everything finally went back to normal."
Kayla's mouth was open. "Whoa. Umm.... Don't worry, I won't tell The Boss. I know how he is. He'll fire you and send you straight to the loony bin." Nen nodded and said, "Thanks. And then, other weird things have been happening to me today like stepping on glass that came from nowhere, and a window opened without me remembering opening it.. And then getting an e- mail from... " Nen lowered his voice. "Jim Faraone."
Kayla looked at him strangely, "Jim.. Faraone? He.. Died, didn't he? How could you get an e-mail from him?"
Nen sighed. "I don't know. I think it was a prank. Or maybe it wasn't. But it led me to an insane man who was a witness to Bobby Dean's murder. His name was Douglas and he told me about the murder.. About something called The Red One, and that I was him. And he said it happened in Silent Hill, you know the campfire story town. Anyway, nurses came in and he called them faceless. And that they wanted to hold him down so I could kill him, just like the other lady in the asylum who witnessed the murder as well, who the receptionist said killed herself."
Kayla said, "Okay.. Let me just absorb this for a moment.." She slouched back into her booth and stared at the ceiling.
/ / / / CHAPTER 4 Not good \ \ \ \
They walked out of the deli after Nen thanked Jack. "Well, I just lost my appetite." Said Kayla, shaking a bit. "Kayla, look, I have to drive to Paleville to drop off a package to be sent to my mother in St. Louis. It was nice seeing you today." Kayla stopped Nen. "I'll go with you! I want to talk about what you saw today and yesterday. Just let me get some of my things from my apartment."
Nen nodded. Kayla smiled and ran to the apartment complex next door. 10 minutes later she came out. "Okay, let's go!"
They got in Nen's car and drove onto the highway. "What do you think this means? Jim e-mailing you and all?" Asked Kayla. "I don't know, but I think it has something to do with Silent Hill." Kayla replied curiously, "Really?" Nen nodded again, like he usually does. Suddenly, Nen saw something in the distance. "What in the hell is that?"
It looked like a woman in a blue dress. "HOLD ON KAYLA!" He swerved, but wasn't in time and drove right through the woman. He stopped and got out of
his car, along with Kayla. "Oh my god, did you see that lady, Nen?"
"Yes, I did!"
They looked around for her. She was Nowhere to be found. "Now, was THAT a hallucination, Kayla? We both saw it!"
"Okay, you sure you want to go with me Kayla?" Kayla gulped --- and nodded.
"This is getting weirder and weirder." Said Kayla.
Nen didn't nod this time. He just got in the car and drove off along with Kayla. On the way to Paleville, there was a HUGE roadblock up ahead, covering the whole street. It was about 40 feet high. "Well, let me pull over here, I have to hit the john."
Kayla nodded as he pulled over. Nen got into the bathroom and took a leak. He zipped up and washed his hands. "What a nasty bathroom. Look at all this graffiti. Jesus, doesn't ANYONE ever come in here and clean this place up?" Without warning, sirens blasted in the bathroom.
"Oh my God... This.. This isn't happening.." The floors turned into metal grating with a deep, dark abyss under it and the ceiling and walls turned into rotten concrete that gave off a putrid smell. He ran outside and it was raining. He ran to his car. Kayla was gone. He tried to turn the car on.. He tried again and again and again, he did it about 20 times before giving up.
He turned on his car radio and all the stations were blank. Not even static. He got out of his car and walked around looking for Kayla. Near a car was a
map getting rained on. He picked it up and ran down a set of stairs. Ahead of him was a forest of dead trees. He walked through it, looking at his map. He finally made it through a long stretch of trees and made it into a graveyard. He could've sworn that he saw Kayla walking through the deep blackness that
had swept over everything when Nen stepped out of the bathroom. He ran around, looking for something, but he started to panic and couldn't find anything.
He went through another gate and ran through another long stretch of road. He then made it to a street. Across the street was a flower shop which he immedeatly ran into for refuge.
The sirens blasted again and everything turned back to normal. He sat down on the floor from exhaustion and panic. Nobody was in the flower shop.
He gathered himself after about 15 minutes of resting, then left the flower
shop. The town was completely covered in fog and nobody was in the town. "HELLO?! IS ANYBODY HERE?!" he screamed as his voice hit the fog and came right back down to him. The town was desserted. He then noticed a sign. "Welcome to Silent Hill."
"This can't be... This town.. Doesn't exist does it?!"
He walked through the town hopelessly for about 30 minutes, wondering what the hell is going on, where Kayla is, and where he was going to go. He made
it to a place down the street six or seven blocks called Heaven's Night. Sounded peaceful to him. He went inside and Kayla was in a booth with a candle on the table. Her head was on the table.
"Kayla! Kayla, I'm so glad I found you!" He ran over expecting her to wake up. "Kayla! Wake up!"
She didn't wake up. "Come on, Kayla, stop--" He then pulled her head back. Her heart had been torn out. The red stuff around the candle wasn't wax. It
was blood. Kayla was dead.
"I can't.. Believe it.. She's dead. What the **** is going on in this place..."
He closed his eyes, then opened them and saw Kayla, eyes open.
"Nen, are you okay?"
Nen stepped back. She was alive. Her heart wasn't torn out. "Kayla! You're alive!" "Of course I am. You came in here shouting about me being dead." "I
saw you.. You were slumped over the table and there was a huge hole where your heart was.. It was horrible!" "Another one of your allucinations?" "Yeah." "Maybe it wasn't. Maybe I really was dead. The things I've seen don't quite make anymore sense than what you've seen. I waited for at least
two hours inside the car and then I started to look for you. After exhausting myself I creeped inside here, freaked out from the fact that it was really foggy and that there were virtually no people anywhere in this town. This is Silent Hill, and we're both in it, Nen." Nen's pocket radio which he kept around started to go off."What the? I thought that no radio transmissions reached here?" A strange squishy sound was heard from the front enterence.
\ \ \ \ CHAPTER 5 A Trip Into The Looking Glass / / / /
The squishing sound grew louder, and louder, and louder. It was right out in front of the enterence.. When suddenly a man with a large sack entered through the front door. All the rust and decay went away, the lights turned on, a band appeared near the bar and started to reherse some songs they would play for that night. The song they were practicing at the moment was very upbeat.
A man appeared behind the bar. He looked to be about 40 years old. A little bit of a gut, black clothes and brown shoes, wearing a white apron. He had oily, combed back hair. The hair was brown, with some grey spots here and there. He had a smile on his face. Judging by the wrinkles around his mouth, he never stopped smiling.
He was standing there cleaning a cup and listen to the band practice their happy tunes, smiling as it seemed he always did. The man set down the large sack. A few purple grapes spilled out of the sack and a nearby dog that was sleeping in the corner opened its eyes, got up with a renewed energy, and sucked up the grapes like a vacuum would suck up dirt.
The man asked The Bartender at the bar a question. "Hey, Chief, where d'ya want this sack full of grapes? I've been carrying this thing for what has seemed like a mile! They're real heavy. But it's good pay."
The Bartender continued to smile. "Just set them down into storage. Perferabaly the cold storage room. We need to keep them cold 'cause come nightfall the usual suspects will be running in to try out our famous drink, which includes those grapes -- cold, mind you. That's right, our Grape Beer. Everyone loves that. Remember? All the people who hated beer love ours because they aren't showered with the taste of alcohol."
The man with the sack nodded. As he walked towards the kitchen, he stopped again. "Is.. Is Linda coming in tonight?"
The Bartender laughed. "Yes! Of course! It's a friday, remember?"
The man sighed. "Yes, yes, I'm sorry. I forgot. It has just been so busy today, and I get nervous when I think about her."
The Bartender's smile got even larger. "I think you've got the hots for that girl."
The flute player for the band smiled and looked at the grape man while he continued playing. The grape man chuckled. "Yeah. Ever since she got hired, she always gave me that look, and it made me feel kinda fuzzy, ya know?"
The Bartender laughed again, but not as loud. "Well, I do know, but not because of her. I am married, and that's how I felt whenever I saw my wife. But since I'm married, I don't usually feel 'fuzzy' whenever I look at other girls."
The grape man continued his slow walk into the kitchen, and then into storage.
Nen sat on the now clean booth, mouth wide open. Kayla shared the same expression. Nen blinked his eyes for a moment, and then said, "Kayla, are you.. Are you getting this?" Kayla said, in awe, "Yes... I'm seeing and hearing this perfectly.."
The lights and mostly everything else changed. Everyone was in a different position.
"One, two, three! Go!" The band struck up a lively tune. Many other men were at the bar, trying out the Grape Beer. They loved it very much as bottle upon bottle of Grape Beer was constantly thrown away. The man who was in earlier with the grapes came up to the booth where Nen and Kayla sat at. "Hello! Welcome to Heaven's Night, the premier source of entertainment and good drink in Silent Hill! I can see you're both new here."
Nen and Kayla both nodded. The grape man continued, "I'm Jacky, can I get you two anything to start off with?"
Nen and Kayla both said at the same time, "Grape Beer." Jacky nodded. "You've got it. Great choice. You know, I dragged in that whole sack of grapes today, I think I messed up my back, but I'm okay now. Do you two need a menu?"
Nen nodded, but Kayla wasn't hungry. "Alrighty, here you go sir. Two Grape Beers will be coming up soon." Jacky walked away into the kitchen.
Nen asked, "Kayla, did that just happen? What in the hell is going on here?!" Kayla shrugged and said quietly, "I don't know..But, it must be usual for this town."
The music died down, and mostly all the customers disappeared. The band was packing up their intruments, and The Bartender was washing the bar table. Jacky walked up to Nen and Kayla's booth. 8 Grape Beers and an empty plate were on the table. "Well, I'm glad you enjoyed the beers and the food. We're closing in a few minutes here, but you're welcome to come back anytime! Thanks for stopping by!"
Everything suddenly reverted back to the way it was. Dingy, rusty, barely any lights. Nen and Kayla stood up and walked outside into the fog. It was completely silent, except for the sounds that their shoes made walking down the stairs. The sound of a car was heard off into the distance. It grew louder, and a brown car pulled up in front. The right door in the back of the car opened up and a voice came from inside.
"Get in."
gRUB
=======================================o This is my story. End of story. Read and review? If you want to. Read and not review? If you want to. Read? I must insist. =======================================D
\ \ \ \ CHAPTER 1 Faraone's Mail / / / /
It was 1:42 AM. Nen Gott had been up all night trying to solve the case that was given to him by the boss. Nen was not a spectacular detective and was always working to try to get ahead, he worked so hard, hours and hours and hours, every single night. But no matter how hard he tried, the other detectives left him behind in the dust.
If he couldn't solve this case, he'd be removed from being a detective and would probably just be demoted to being a cop again. How he hated being a cop. Sitting around, writing tickets and eating free donuts when he could be doing so many better things to help the Brahms and the surrounding cities. Instead of writing tickets, he'd be figuring out "whodunnit" instead of "whowentamileoverthespeedlimit". He worked his spot of being detective like Beethoven worked his piano. But unlike Beethoven, his hard work wasn't
enough. His boss was a know-it-all jerk who would bring in newly graduated police academy students to be high-spot detectives while sending the hard working people down to lowly cop jobs.
Not only that, but he would be nice one day, but the next day he'd embarress you in front of other fellow detectives. The other detectives were brown nosed, buttkissing, asswiping Boss' pets who lived for one sole reason -- to get praise from The Boss. Now, Nen was an honest person and wasn't much into smoozing, so he always was beat down by The Boss. Maybe the detective job wasn't for him. But when he thought that, he remembered what his self- proclaimed mentor and ex-boss, Jim Faraone, said to him before he suffered a fatal heart attack and let The Boss be THE Boss.
"No matter how much you may think that this job is knocking you around, punching you in the face and kicking you in your guts, you've got to remember that you WILL get your big break, remember that. Work hard, and you will come out on top of all the other ones who do nothing but kiss, make up and smooze around. You'll make it. Take it from me, Nen. I was like you, I worked hard into the wee hours of the night, worked so hard and used my brain so much I
thought I'd have a psychotic episode, but no, I came out on top.
Now look at me, I'm the most respected person that the Brahms Police has ever known. Everyone knows my name and they're all successful, and everyone says
that it was thanks to me. Now, maybe it's true, maybe it's not, but if you keep on going, you will be respected, you will be cherished. Remember my advice and be remembered."
Whenever Nen would think that, he'd remember his good friend Jim and smile,
wishing he were there. Wishing that The Boss would be just another detective. But it wasn't that way. But the memory of Jim kept him going, and without that memory, Nen would be lost. He felt as if he didn't accomplish what Jim
said that night, his death would be in vain.
Nen needed a break, so he went into his bathroom, which was humid as he took a shower about an hour ago, and splashed some cold water on his face, which
got rid of any previous tiredness he had. He looked at his reflection in the mirror. It looked kinda weird. He then looked at his whole mirror and noticed a strange sentence.
"The Executioner shalleth emerge from thy abyss, then shalleth thou knoweth
his name."
Nen started to wonder if staying up late got to him. He then noticed a symbol next to the sentence. It was a ring, on the ring were some weird symbols, and inside the circumference was a triangle, with the same type of symbols inside it. Suddenly, the loud sounds of people screaming, and of a loud siren rumbled his windows, cracking them. The lights in his bathroom flickered on
and off. Each time they came back on, a different symbol in the same style as the first, appeared on the mirror, then another replaced it when the lights
turned off and came back on again.
Nen put his hands over his ears in pain and fear. He could see the floor changing into metal grating and the walls into seering, bubbling flesh. He screamed, then in the blink of an eye, it all flashed back to normal again.
Nen needed some sleep. Badly.
Nen woke up. After his strange hallucination from the night before, he finished his report and put it on The Boss' front doorstep and drove home and fell asleep.
He yawned for a second, then the telephone rang. He picked it up and answered. "Nen Gott speaking, how may I help you?" "Yes, Mr. Gott, I need you to send in those reports today."
It was The Boss. "But sir, I already have." "They weren't good enough. I needed them in a different format. I'm sorry, but you'll have to do it again and completely reword it. I expect to see the 100 page report tomorrow. Goodbye."
Nen put the phone down and sighed. "What a goddamn depressing job."
He sat down on his computer and checked his e-mail. One from The Boss.
"Don't forget to reword the entire 100 page report and give it to me tomorrow. Goodbye."
Like he needed to be reminded. The next one was from... Jim Faraone? This must have been an e-mail from a while back. He clicked on it anyway for nostalgia reasons.
"Nen, witnesses for the murder of Bobby Dean. Brahms Insane Asylum. They'll
know you."
Nen was in shock for a moment. Bobby Dean was the murder he was working on.
Was this someone playing a cruel joke on him? Nevertheless, this was his only lead to witnesses.
He turned off his monitor and walked into his bathroom. No messages or anything strange. He sighed and turned his shower. He stepped in ---- and shouted. "Yehh!"
He had stepped on glass. He pulled it out and the blood from his foot trickled down into the water already in the tub, and down the drain. Where did the glass come from? He looked around for a second.. Then at his window. Nothing. No cracks, no nothing. Very strange. He continued to take his shower and think about the glass. Dozens of times he could've sworn the water hitting his back felt like hands grabbing at him. "I need to stop worrying about the glass and start thinking about the case. It's starting to get to my sanity."
After he was done, he turned the water off, stepped out, brushed his teeth,
and dryed himself off. He stepped into his bedroom, the fresh air coming from the open window flushing into his room. "Wait.. I don't remember opening that window... Or maybe I did, I'm not good at remembering things that I did right when I woke up."
He suspisciously looked around. "Okay Nen, calm down, stop being so paranoid." He said to himself. He calmed down and put his clothes on. Brown
pants with a black belt, a white dress shirt, a gun-holding jockstrap, a black tie, a dark brown overcoat and a fedora. He got his pack of smokes, put them in his pocket, and walked out the door. He searched for his keys and found them. He put them in his car and turned them. The car wouldn't start.
"Come on, car! I just bought you last month! Damn Ford cars! They always do
this to me!"
He turned the ignition again, and again, and again, and again, then finally
got it to run. He sighed and said, "This is going to be a long day."
He pulled out of his driveway and headed to the Brahms Insane Asylum.
/ / / / CHAPTER 2 House for the Mentally Challenged \ \ \ \
Nen finally arrived in front of the ominous Insane Asylum. He turned off the engine and walked inside. It was bright and cheerful outside, a contrast to
the dark, gloomy exterior. A women was writing down some things on a notepad when Nen walked up to her. "Nen Gott, I'm a detective."
The lady said, "Ah, Mr. Gott, yes, right on time. Unfortunetly, one of your
witnesses commited suicide today and she was taken to the hospital for auptopsy. The other one.. Let me see.. Ah yes, Douglas. Jeff Bedlam here will lead you to him."
Nen thanked her... Then just remembered something. "Did a man named Jim Faraone come in here.."
The woman said quickly, almost as she if she was annoyed, "Mr. Bedlam, see that he gets there safely." Jeff nodded and grabbed Nen by the arm. "This way sir."
"Hey, wait!
He was already into the hallway and he could see why the lady asked him to be taken safely. There were many people crying and screaming, a window looking
into a room revealed a man to be banging his body against a padded wall. Things got dark quickly and was shown to Douglas' room.
Nen was let go by the large man and he rubbed the arm that he was grabbed by. Nen snickered and said, "Now I see why they call you Bedlam."
The man grunted. Nen frowned and stepped into Douglas' room. "Douglas? Douglas?"
He looked around and saw a man sitting on a chair, looking outside a huge, barred window.
"Y-y-y-yes... Have you come to---to stare at me?" Nen replied with a soft, "No, of course not Douglas. I've just come to hear about who you saw murdering Bobby Dea-"
Suddenly he was jumped by Douglas. "YOU ARE HIM!! I SEE HIM! YOU ARE HIM!! YOU ARE HIM!"
Nen struggled to get free. "Get off me!" It was a soundproof room so nobody
heard them ruffling around. "YOU'VE COME TO KILL ME TOO!"
Nen finally got Douglas off of him and shoved him into the corner. "I've not come to kill you, Douglas! I'm a de-tect-ive."
Douglas started to cry. Nen walked over to Douglas. "I just want to know what you saw, that's all."
Douglas said, "I.. It was.. Him..." Nen asked, "Who's him?"
Douglas replied, "The red one... He knows everything..." Nen raised an eyebrow. "The red one?" Douglas raised his voice, "Don't ask me who you are! You know who you are!" Nen asked, "What do you mean? I have no idea what you're talking about, Douglas. Do you mean, some sort of demon? A devil? A man dressed in red?"
Douglas whimpered softly, "Mmhmm.. He killed Bobby.. Killed him with his stake..." Nen said, "Ok.. Now, where exactly did this murder take place? Reports said that Bobby didn't die where they found him."
Douglas said, "Silent Hill." Nen raised his eyebrow again. "Silent Hill, eh? But isn't that just a fictional town told by storytellers to scare little kids at campfires?" Douglas shook his head. "No, it's real. I was a detective... Unlike you!" Nen continued to listen. "But because you think that you are a detective, don't go there.. Don't end up like me.. Don't even look for it!"
Nen nodded his head. "Thank you Douglas, it's been a--" Douglas pounced again. "YOU ARE THE RED ONE!! YOU EVIL BASTARD! YOU KILLED BOBBY! YOU K-I-L- L- E-D HIM!" Douglas was fighting with Nen furiously now. "Get off me Douglas, I didn't do anything!"
2 nurses noticed Douglas and rushed in. One with a syringe in her hand. "No! Stay back! YOU DON'T.. HAVE ANY FACES! YOU WANT TO HURT ME! SO THE RED ONE CAN KILL ME, JUST LIKE THE OTHER ONE WITH ME.. NO, YOU CAN'T DO THIS! YOU CAN'T DO THIS!! I'M A SANE MAN! THIS IS NOT WHERE I SHOULD BE! HELP ME!!"
The liquid that was in one of the nurse's syringe injected Douglas with the
tranquilizer and Douglas faded into unconsciousness. The nurse that held Douglas set him down. "I'm sorry, sir, Douglas is always like this, always accusing people who come in here of "being the red one" and "killing bobby". He does it all the time. He did it with us, with everyone. "
Nen nodded and quickly walked out of the asylum. He breathed hard and wiped
the sweat from his face. He then felt hungry. He hadn't eaten yet and it was still morning. He figured he could have breakfast over at Jack's Deli.
This was just the beginning of his day.
\ \ \ \ CHAPTER 3 Jack's Good Tastes / / / /
He started to relax in his leather driver's seat in his Ford as he stopped in front of the deli. His muscles ached, but they're fine now that he loosened
up a bit.
He stepped outside, locked his car and headed inside. The founder of the restaurant, Jack, knew Nen. He was a regular there. "Nen, how are ya? Want your usual spot near the window?" Nen said "You better believe it!"
Jack led Nen to his spot near THE window. It was a large, stain-glass window depecting a saintly figure in shining armor holding a big scale up high above his head.
Nen said, "I'll get the usual, Jack." "Sure thing, Nen."
Jack rushed off into the kitchen. Nen was always treated well because he solved the case of Jack's wife's disappearence. It was the only case he had
solved. Nen solved it and they found Jack's wife, starved, in a locked up house in Idaho. Jack was forever grateful. Now Nen gets free food and it's cooked by Jack, who cooks better than anyone else in the restaurant. Jack brought out the food 25 minutes later. Jack smiled. "Hope you like it!" He said. Nen took a bite. Ham and cheese crossant sandwich with an omelet. So "delicious!" said Nen. "You know Jack, I think you should go on Iron Chef. Not the one hosted by William Shatner, but the real Japanese one."
Jack blushed. "No Nen, you don't have to say that. I'm not that good." Nen ate some more food. "You don't have to watch me, Jack, you know how much I love your food."
Jack laughed. "Yes, I know, but it's just a habit to watch people when they
eat my food. I'm somewhat of a perfectionist when it comes to making food. If someone takes a bite they don't like, they get that part replaced with something better. It's just... Aw, yer right. Well, have a nice day, Nen!"
Nen snapped his fingers and pointed at Jack. "You too, Jacko!" Jack laughed again before walking into the loud, steamy kitchen. Suddenly, Nen felt a breeze. It's his rookie partner, Kayla Warden.
Kayla said, "I thought I'd find you here, Nen. You come here almost everyday, don't you?" Nen nodded. "Yes, most of the time. What are you doing here?" "I got hungry and decided I'd look for you at the deli and talk to you about why I was left out of his case."
Jack nodded. "Well, okay, there are some things I want to talk to you about
as well. You're the only person I trust enough to tell about what I have experienced."
Nen said, "Well, wait, his case?" Kayla nodded. "Yes, his case. The Boss was the one who cooked it up you know." Nen said, "It's my investigation, though."
Kayla nodded again. "You're right. So, what did you want to tell me? I'll listen before I ask."
Nen took a deep breath. "Okay, last night, I think I had a hallucination from staying up too late." Kayla said, "Really? A hallucination? Maybe you should goto a doctor. What was it?"
Nen said, "It... Well, I was walking into my bathroom. I had just taken a shower and--" Kayla giggled. "I'm sorry, it's just the thought of you naked.. Haha!"
Nen frowned and said, "Back to what I was about to tell you, I had just taken a shower an hour before it happened. I walked into my bathroom and it was real humid. The window was all fogged up. To stay awake, I splashed some water on my face and looked up at the mirror. On the mirror was a strange sentence talking about an executioner and me knowing his name or something like that. And a strange symbol was next to it. Then, horrible shouting and
incredibly loud sirens bursted through my ears and cracked the window. My lights in the bathroom started to flash and the symbol kept replacing itself with other simillarly styled symbols. I screamed in pain and everything finally went back to normal."
Kayla's mouth was open. "Whoa. Umm.... Don't worry, I won't tell The Boss. I know how he is. He'll fire you and send you straight to the loony bin." Nen nodded and said, "Thanks. And then, other weird things have been happening to me today like stepping on glass that came from nowhere, and a window opened without me remembering opening it.. And then getting an e- mail from... " Nen lowered his voice. "Jim Faraone."
Kayla looked at him strangely, "Jim.. Faraone? He.. Died, didn't he? How could you get an e-mail from him?"
Nen sighed. "I don't know. I think it was a prank. Or maybe it wasn't. But it led me to an insane man who was a witness to Bobby Dean's murder. His name was Douglas and he told me about the murder.. About something called The Red One, and that I was him. And he said it happened in Silent Hill, you know the campfire story town. Anyway, nurses came in and he called them faceless. And that they wanted to hold him down so I could kill him, just like the other lady in the asylum who witnessed the murder as well, who the receptionist said killed herself."
Kayla said, "Okay.. Let me just absorb this for a moment.." She slouched back into her booth and stared at the ceiling.
/ / / / CHAPTER 4 Not good \ \ \ \
They walked out of the deli after Nen thanked Jack. "Well, I just lost my appetite." Said Kayla, shaking a bit. "Kayla, look, I have to drive to Paleville to drop off a package to be sent to my mother in St. Louis. It was nice seeing you today." Kayla stopped Nen. "I'll go with you! I want to talk about what you saw today and yesterday. Just let me get some of my things from my apartment."
Nen nodded. Kayla smiled and ran to the apartment complex next door. 10 minutes later she came out. "Okay, let's go!"
They got in Nen's car and drove onto the highway. "What do you think this means? Jim e-mailing you and all?" Asked Kayla. "I don't know, but I think it has something to do with Silent Hill." Kayla replied curiously, "Really?" Nen nodded again, like he usually does. Suddenly, Nen saw something in the distance. "What in the hell is that?"
It looked like a woman in a blue dress. "HOLD ON KAYLA!" He swerved, but wasn't in time and drove right through the woman. He stopped and got out of
his car, along with Kayla. "Oh my god, did you see that lady, Nen?"
"Yes, I did!"
They looked around for her. She was Nowhere to be found. "Now, was THAT a hallucination, Kayla? We both saw it!"
"Okay, you sure you want to go with me Kayla?" Kayla gulped --- and nodded.
"This is getting weirder and weirder." Said Kayla.
Nen didn't nod this time. He just got in the car and drove off along with Kayla. On the way to Paleville, there was a HUGE roadblock up ahead, covering the whole street. It was about 40 feet high. "Well, let me pull over here, I have to hit the john."
Kayla nodded as he pulled over. Nen got into the bathroom and took a leak. He zipped up and washed his hands. "What a nasty bathroom. Look at all this graffiti. Jesus, doesn't ANYONE ever come in here and clean this place up?" Without warning, sirens blasted in the bathroom.
"Oh my God... This.. This isn't happening.." The floors turned into metal grating with a deep, dark abyss under it and the ceiling and walls turned into rotten concrete that gave off a putrid smell. He ran outside and it was raining. He ran to his car. Kayla was gone. He tried to turn the car on.. He tried again and again and again, he did it about 20 times before giving up.
He turned on his car radio and all the stations were blank. Not even static. He got out of his car and walked around looking for Kayla. Near a car was a
map getting rained on. He picked it up and ran down a set of stairs. Ahead of him was a forest of dead trees. He walked through it, looking at his map. He finally made it through a long stretch of trees and made it into a graveyard. He could've sworn that he saw Kayla walking through the deep blackness that
had swept over everything when Nen stepped out of the bathroom. He ran around, looking for something, but he started to panic and couldn't find anything.
He went through another gate and ran through another long stretch of road. He then made it to a street. Across the street was a flower shop which he immedeatly ran into for refuge.
The sirens blasted again and everything turned back to normal. He sat down on the floor from exhaustion and panic. Nobody was in the flower shop.
He gathered himself after about 15 minutes of resting, then left the flower
shop. The town was completely covered in fog and nobody was in the town. "HELLO?! IS ANYBODY HERE?!" he screamed as his voice hit the fog and came right back down to him. The town was desserted. He then noticed a sign. "Welcome to Silent Hill."
"This can't be... This town.. Doesn't exist does it?!"
He walked through the town hopelessly for about 30 minutes, wondering what the hell is going on, where Kayla is, and where he was going to go. He made
it to a place down the street six or seven blocks called Heaven's Night. Sounded peaceful to him. He went inside and Kayla was in a booth with a candle on the table. Her head was on the table.
"Kayla! Kayla, I'm so glad I found you!" He ran over expecting her to wake up. "Kayla! Wake up!"
She didn't wake up. "Come on, Kayla, stop--" He then pulled her head back. Her heart had been torn out. The red stuff around the candle wasn't wax. It
was blood. Kayla was dead.
"I can't.. Believe it.. She's dead. What the **** is going on in this place..."
He closed his eyes, then opened them and saw Kayla, eyes open.
"Nen, are you okay?"
Nen stepped back. She was alive. Her heart wasn't torn out. "Kayla! You're alive!" "Of course I am. You came in here shouting about me being dead." "I
saw you.. You were slumped over the table and there was a huge hole where your heart was.. It was horrible!" "Another one of your allucinations?" "Yeah." "Maybe it wasn't. Maybe I really was dead. The things I've seen don't quite make anymore sense than what you've seen. I waited for at least
two hours inside the car and then I started to look for you. After exhausting myself I creeped inside here, freaked out from the fact that it was really foggy and that there were virtually no people anywhere in this town. This is Silent Hill, and we're both in it, Nen." Nen's pocket radio which he kept around started to go off."What the? I thought that no radio transmissions reached here?" A strange squishy sound was heard from the front enterence.
\ \ \ \ CHAPTER 5 A Trip Into The Looking Glass / / / /
The squishing sound grew louder, and louder, and louder. It was right out in front of the enterence.. When suddenly a man with a large sack entered through the front door. All the rust and decay went away, the lights turned on, a band appeared near the bar and started to reherse some songs they would play for that night. The song they were practicing at the moment was very upbeat.
A man appeared behind the bar. He looked to be about 40 years old. A little bit of a gut, black clothes and brown shoes, wearing a white apron. He had oily, combed back hair. The hair was brown, with some grey spots here and there. He had a smile on his face. Judging by the wrinkles around his mouth, he never stopped smiling.
He was standing there cleaning a cup and listen to the band practice their happy tunes, smiling as it seemed he always did. The man set down the large sack. A few purple grapes spilled out of the sack and a nearby dog that was sleeping in the corner opened its eyes, got up with a renewed energy, and sucked up the grapes like a vacuum would suck up dirt.
The man asked The Bartender at the bar a question. "Hey, Chief, where d'ya want this sack full of grapes? I've been carrying this thing for what has seemed like a mile! They're real heavy. But it's good pay."
The Bartender continued to smile. "Just set them down into storage. Perferabaly the cold storage room. We need to keep them cold 'cause come nightfall the usual suspects will be running in to try out our famous drink, which includes those grapes -- cold, mind you. That's right, our Grape Beer. Everyone loves that. Remember? All the people who hated beer love ours because they aren't showered with the taste of alcohol."
The man with the sack nodded. As he walked towards the kitchen, he stopped again. "Is.. Is Linda coming in tonight?"
The Bartender laughed. "Yes! Of course! It's a friday, remember?"
The man sighed. "Yes, yes, I'm sorry. I forgot. It has just been so busy today, and I get nervous when I think about her."
The Bartender's smile got even larger. "I think you've got the hots for that girl."
The flute player for the band smiled and looked at the grape man while he continued playing. The grape man chuckled. "Yeah. Ever since she got hired, she always gave me that look, and it made me feel kinda fuzzy, ya know?"
The Bartender laughed again, but not as loud. "Well, I do know, but not because of her. I am married, and that's how I felt whenever I saw my wife. But since I'm married, I don't usually feel 'fuzzy' whenever I look at other girls."
The grape man continued his slow walk into the kitchen, and then into storage.
Nen sat on the now clean booth, mouth wide open. Kayla shared the same expression. Nen blinked his eyes for a moment, and then said, "Kayla, are you.. Are you getting this?" Kayla said, in awe, "Yes... I'm seeing and hearing this perfectly.."
The lights and mostly everything else changed. Everyone was in a different position.
"One, two, three! Go!" The band struck up a lively tune. Many other men were at the bar, trying out the Grape Beer. They loved it very much as bottle upon bottle of Grape Beer was constantly thrown away. The man who was in earlier with the grapes came up to the booth where Nen and Kayla sat at. "Hello! Welcome to Heaven's Night, the premier source of entertainment and good drink in Silent Hill! I can see you're both new here."
Nen and Kayla both nodded. The grape man continued, "I'm Jacky, can I get you two anything to start off with?"
Nen and Kayla both said at the same time, "Grape Beer." Jacky nodded. "You've got it. Great choice. You know, I dragged in that whole sack of grapes today, I think I messed up my back, but I'm okay now. Do you two need a menu?"
Nen nodded, but Kayla wasn't hungry. "Alrighty, here you go sir. Two Grape Beers will be coming up soon." Jacky walked away into the kitchen.
Nen asked, "Kayla, did that just happen? What in the hell is going on here?!" Kayla shrugged and said quietly, "I don't know..But, it must be usual for this town."
The music died down, and mostly all the customers disappeared. The band was packing up their intruments, and The Bartender was washing the bar table. Jacky walked up to Nen and Kayla's booth. 8 Grape Beers and an empty plate were on the table. "Well, I'm glad you enjoyed the beers and the food. We're closing in a few minutes here, but you're welcome to come back anytime! Thanks for stopping by!"
Everything suddenly reverted back to the way it was. Dingy, rusty, barely any lights. Nen and Kayla stood up and walked outside into the fog. It was completely silent, except for the sounds that their shoes made walking down the stairs. The sound of a car was heard off into the distance. It grew louder, and a brown car pulled up in front. The right door in the back of the car opened up and a voice came from inside.
"Get in."