Nen had been resting for quite a long time now. The days passed by with two
things rising almost uncontainably. His curisoity and his bordem.
It was his 5th day in bed at Alchemillia. That day he overheard something white eating his jello. Muffled voices talked outside his room door.
"....How is this possible, Dr. Kauffman? I mean, what you just said.. Any normal person would be dead, but Nen... With severe hemohrraging in his brain and multiple heart failures, he has just gone on living, and he hasn't seemed to notice it. How can that be?" "I have no idea, Ms. Warden. There is no way in medical science that this can be explained. Massing internal hemohrraging, heart failure, and a few other things. We thought that he would've crashed and bled out, but he has kept on living. He hasn't even gone unconscious. The only sign of pain I and the medical staff ever saw of him was when he started screaming out that he was burning all over his body and that he could see his skin bubbling and charring. He calmed down and we injected some morphine into his system. Other than that, he seems to be... 'Fine'. There is no expanation for Nen's health. I'm sorry, it seems that visiting hours are over. We'll let you know his status tomorrow, Ms. Warden." "Thank you, doctor."
After watching some cable television that was plugged into the television, he went fast asleep.
--------------------------------- Darkness. And then voices. No, a voice. A few snaps on something. Horrible scratchings, like terribly misfigured chalk against a rusty chalkboard. Banging. BANGING. SCREAMING. SOMETHING WAS TALKING AT HIM IN A DEEP VOICE! IT WAS UTTERLY TERRIFYING! "DIE. DIE. DIE. diE. dIe. FLESH.... KILL... DIE. YOU ALL DIE. DIE. YOU SHALL BE HUNG! DISEMBOWELED WHILE YOU STILL LIVE. DIE. DIE. PAIN FOR YOU ALL. PAIN FOR YOU ALL. ESPESCIALLY--" "John! Wake up!"
Nen bolted up. Light wavelengths bursted towards Nen's eyeballs and blurred his vision for a moment. "John, if you don't stop falling asleep, I'll have to send you to the Principal!" Nen looked around. Kids were looking at him, some laughing quietly, some looking at him like he was some sort of bug. An annoying, disgusting, inferior bug. "John?" Nen looked at the woman talking at him. "You talkin' to me?" "Yes John, I'm talking to you." "John? Who's John?" "Stop being such a smartalek, John. Stop falling asleep." Nen looked around again. (John? Why are they calling me John?)
The woman, presumably the teacher, sighed and said, "Alright class, now that we're over with that terrible distraction, we can continue with our class. Now class, in 1610 Basque was known for its wi---"
The woman continued on in a monotone voice. No characters, no expression. Dreadfully boring. But that was not really the point. The point was that Nen was now called John, was in a classroom that he did not ever visit, and was a little kid. A white kid. A completely different person. Nen thought of a way to get out of the Classroom. (Perfect.)
"Mam, may I please be excused? I need to go to the bathroom badly." The teacher nodded and sent him out of the classroom. He walked out of the classroom and into the long hallway filled with lockers. He looked around. This was the strangest thing he had ever encountered. "Where am I?" He asked himself.
He walked down the hall and finally found the bathroom. Made no sense to go in as he really didn't need to go. So he turned around, yawned, and while yawning, he turned again and bumped right into a door and went inside another room. A crying was heard inside. It sounded like some girl was very, very depressed. "Excuse me, are you okay?"
The crying continued. "Excuse me? Are. You. Okay?" The crying stopped and a little girl's voice came out. "Leave me alone you... You... You just want to make fun of me! I hate it when people do that! Just because of the way I am!" Nen felt sorry for the girl. She must get made fun of and ridiculed all the time. "I'm not here to mock you, miss. "
The girl sniffed a few times and came out of the stall at the end of the room. "You.. You're not here to make fun of me?" Nen shook his head. "No, definitely not. I don't know why people would do that. You look like a very nice person." The girl raised an eyebrow and sniffed. "You.. Must be new here, huh? Don't know that I'm a.. A freak?! You know I am! You're just messing with me! How could you?!" Nen shook his head faster this time. "No! Never! I'm not that kind of person! Here, take this." He took a tissue out of his pocket and handed it to the little girl. The little girl blew her nose. "Thank you.. You really are a nice little boy... I'm very greatful... No one here has ever been nice to me.. My classmates make fun of me and call me a witch. My teachers make fun of me, but they don't say it. But I can hear what is in their heads.. They think I'm a witch too. I hear all the thoughts of everyone in this school---- Except, for you I........" She then paused for a moment. After making a thoughtful expresion and studying 'John', she changed the subject. "What's your name?"
Nen shuffled his feet. "My name is Ne--- John. My name's John." The little girl smiled. "What a nice name, John! My name is Alessa." ....Alessa. Alessa. That name was like some golden treasure deep in the crevices of Nen's mind. It meant something. Something vast. Something large. It was so incredibly expoNENtial that he could put his mind around it.
They looked at eachother for a second or two strangely. (I don't know why, but I'm getting the strangest feeling of Deja Vu) thought Nen.
"So," said Nen, "Do you need anything else?" Alessa shook her head. "You know John, I've been thinking about you. For one, I'm glad you aren't here to make fun of me. Two, when I listen to the thoughts in your head it's all a jumbled mess. It is as if 2 people are arguing while another person plays mediator." Nen was amazed that a little girl, even one in a dream, could use such a vast vocabulary. "John, I think I have to go.. I don't want to get sent to the principal's office. I've never actually met him, but whenever I walk past the door I get a vision. A vision of metal grating and of hanging bodies. It's terrible. It makes me so scared. In fact, I've been scared and hurt since as far as I can remember ---That is, until you came along, John. Even though I've only known you these past ten or so minutes, I feel that you are my sunshine in a solar system full of sorrow. Does that......... Make any sense to you?" (This girl does not only have an amazing way with words, but she also seems much more intelligent and sensitive than possibly most any other girl her age. Ever.) Nen thought once more very quickly. "Yes, it makes sense. Okay, I think we really do have to go now. I'm in History right now." Alessa smiled and wiped a tear from her eye. "Really? Me too! That's great!" Nen felt something in the pocket of his jeans. It was a piece of paper. The words "class schedule" flashed across his mind. He pulled out the schedule and handed it to Alessa.
"There you go, Alessa. That's my class schedule."
It was pretty long. However, Alessa glanced at it for about a second and a half and already knew it all. "John, it looks like you have the same schedule as me! The same exact one! The only difference right here is the name at the top of the paper. Looks like we will be seeing alot of each other, won't we?" Nen nodded. He and Alessa walked off to class together. Right outside the History class door, the world began to blur. Moaning. Screaming. Strange sounds from who knows where. An intense migraine. "Ahh!" Nen screamed. "John? John, what's wrong? Speak to me!"
The world faded to black and the last thing he saw was Alessa's worried face.............
---------------- Freezing, agonizing pain! Kayla held him down on the bed. "Hold stll, Nen! Hold still! I know this isn't your first time with this!" Nen shook around on his bed screaming. "MAKE IT STOP!"
"KAYLA! IT HURTS! SOMETHING IS... Argh!!!"
Kayla panicked around. She looked at his temperture on the thermometer monitor. "My God, your temperature.. It's at 120 degrees! Somebody, help him to the tub!"
A few doctors picked up Nen and hauled him into a special bathroom where a tub awaited. Kayla started running around the halls outside. "Somebody get some ice! Hurry! His temperature is 120!"
The sound of fast, hurried feet echoed on the tiled floor outside his room. Finally, Kayla and some nurses came in with some bags of ice and threw them into the tub while doctors kept Nen standing by holding onto him. Kayla spoke up. "Nen, get into the ice!"
Nen got scared. "No! You can't put me in that thing! That's ICE! What are you trying to do, KILL ME?! I'm freezing and you want me to jump in a tub full of ice! I won't do it! No!"
The doctors pushed him towards the tub as Nen's heartbeat got faster. "NO! I WON'T.. NOO! PLEASE DON'T!"
A toe felt the ice. It burned very badly. "IT HURTS! STOP IT!"
The doctors dropped him into the tub and then held him down in it. "NO! ARGH! STOP HOLDING ME DOWN YOU BASTARDS! SOMEBODY! HELP ME! I'M BEING HELD AGAINST MY OWN WILL! IT BURNS SO BADLY! KAYLA! HELP ME!"
"Don't panic, Nen! Jesus... The ice has almost completely melted. Get some more ice in here, QUICK!"
More nurses and doctors rushed into the bathroom and poured large bag upon large bag into the tub and onto the screaming Nen. "NO! NO! STOP IT!! STOP!"
It was a neverending rain of burning ice.... "LOOK AT THAT! A TUB OF WATER!" said a nurse.
He couldn't take the pain. It was unbearable. He lost consciousness..
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"Nen? Are you okay?"
Nen opened his eyes and saw Kayla. The sound of fire was heard in the distance. It felt like he was on concrete. "Kayla? What.. What happened? What the hell is going on?"
"Nen, the girl... Remember? She... You don't remember? Douglas was talking to us, and then.."
(Douglas?)
"And then he swirved and we crashed.. I'm glad I got you out alive. Except for a bump on the head, you're okay. I'm in perfect condition, but Douglas.. He's Nowhere to be found. "
"Douglas is gone? What the hell?! I was in a hospital not too long ago and they were pouring burning ice on me! And you were there too, so panicky..."
"It's alright Nen, it was just a dream, it's alright."
"Kayla, I want some answers!" "Nen, calm down. While I was here nursing you back to consciousness, a car drove by."
An unknown voice spoke behind Nen. "..And that's when I stopped at the wreckage of the car. Poor Douglas. I wonder where he is."
He looked around and saw another woman with black hair, a white vest, and green pants over his head. "Who are you?" The woman smiled. "I'm Cheryl Mason. I was just.. Driving through Silent Hill and happened to see Kayla, you, and the wreck of a car. "
Nen was confused beyond what anyone could comprehend. Everything was so sudden, so knew, so confusing. What the hell was going on, anyway?
Cheryl raised her right eyebrow. "What's wrong?" "Kayla, do you remember when Douglas was talking about.. That girl he took care of? Was it Heather?" Kayla nodded. Cheryl sighed very quietly. "Heather? Oh, yes. Her. She was a nice girl. She unfortunetly went missing, but...." Nen raised his right eyebrow as Cheryl lowered hers. "What?"
Cheryl shook her head. "Nothing." Nen got up and shook the dust off himself.
"So," said Nen, "Where do we go from here?"
TO BE CONTINUED
It was his 5th day in bed at Alchemillia. That day he overheard something white eating his jello. Muffled voices talked outside his room door.
"....How is this possible, Dr. Kauffman? I mean, what you just said.. Any normal person would be dead, but Nen... With severe hemohrraging in his brain and multiple heart failures, he has just gone on living, and he hasn't seemed to notice it. How can that be?" "I have no idea, Ms. Warden. There is no way in medical science that this can be explained. Massing internal hemohrraging, heart failure, and a few other things. We thought that he would've crashed and bled out, but he has kept on living. He hasn't even gone unconscious. The only sign of pain I and the medical staff ever saw of him was when he started screaming out that he was burning all over his body and that he could see his skin bubbling and charring. He calmed down and we injected some morphine into his system. Other than that, he seems to be... 'Fine'. There is no expanation for Nen's health. I'm sorry, it seems that visiting hours are over. We'll let you know his status tomorrow, Ms. Warden." "Thank you, doctor."
After watching some cable television that was plugged into the television, he went fast asleep.
--------------------------------- Darkness. And then voices. No, a voice. A few snaps on something. Horrible scratchings, like terribly misfigured chalk against a rusty chalkboard. Banging. BANGING. SCREAMING. SOMETHING WAS TALKING AT HIM IN A DEEP VOICE! IT WAS UTTERLY TERRIFYING! "DIE. DIE. DIE. diE. dIe. FLESH.... KILL... DIE. YOU ALL DIE. DIE. YOU SHALL BE HUNG! DISEMBOWELED WHILE YOU STILL LIVE. DIE. DIE. PAIN FOR YOU ALL. PAIN FOR YOU ALL. ESPESCIALLY--" "John! Wake up!"
Nen bolted up. Light wavelengths bursted towards Nen's eyeballs and blurred his vision for a moment. "John, if you don't stop falling asleep, I'll have to send you to the Principal!" Nen looked around. Kids were looking at him, some laughing quietly, some looking at him like he was some sort of bug. An annoying, disgusting, inferior bug. "John?" Nen looked at the woman talking at him. "You talkin' to me?" "Yes John, I'm talking to you." "John? Who's John?" "Stop being such a smartalek, John. Stop falling asleep." Nen looked around again. (John? Why are they calling me John?)
The woman, presumably the teacher, sighed and said, "Alright class, now that we're over with that terrible distraction, we can continue with our class. Now class, in 1610 Basque was known for its wi---"
The woman continued on in a monotone voice. No characters, no expression. Dreadfully boring. But that was not really the point. The point was that Nen was now called John, was in a classroom that he did not ever visit, and was a little kid. A white kid. A completely different person. Nen thought of a way to get out of the Classroom. (Perfect.)
"Mam, may I please be excused? I need to go to the bathroom badly." The teacher nodded and sent him out of the classroom. He walked out of the classroom and into the long hallway filled with lockers. He looked around. This was the strangest thing he had ever encountered. "Where am I?" He asked himself.
He walked down the hall and finally found the bathroom. Made no sense to go in as he really didn't need to go. So he turned around, yawned, and while yawning, he turned again and bumped right into a door and went inside another room. A crying was heard inside. It sounded like some girl was very, very depressed. "Excuse me, are you okay?"
The crying continued. "Excuse me? Are. You. Okay?" The crying stopped and a little girl's voice came out. "Leave me alone you... You... You just want to make fun of me! I hate it when people do that! Just because of the way I am!" Nen felt sorry for the girl. She must get made fun of and ridiculed all the time. "I'm not here to mock you, miss. "
The girl sniffed a few times and came out of the stall at the end of the room. "You.. You're not here to make fun of me?" Nen shook his head. "No, definitely not. I don't know why people would do that. You look like a very nice person." The girl raised an eyebrow and sniffed. "You.. Must be new here, huh? Don't know that I'm a.. A freak?! You know I am! You're just messing with me! How could you?!" Nen shook his head faster this time. "No! Never! I'm not that kind of person! Here, take this." He took a tissue out of his pocket and handed it to the little girl. The little girl blew her nose. "Thank you.. You really are a nice little boy... I'm very greatful... No one here has ever been nice to me.. My classmates make fun of me and call me a witch. My teachers make fun of me, but they don't say it. But I can hear what is in their heads.. They think I'm a witch too. I hear all the thoughts of everyone in this school---- Except, for you I........" She then paused for a moment. After making a thoughtful expresion and studying 'John', she changed the subject. "What's your name?"
Nen shuffled his feet. "My name is Ne--- John. My name's John." The little girl smiled. "What a nice name, John! My name is Alessa." ....Alessa. Alessa. That name was like some golden treasure deep in the crevices of Nen's mind. It meant something. Something vast. Something large. It was so incredibly expoNENtial that he could put his mind around it.
They looked at eachother for a second or two strangely. (I don't know why, but I'm getting the strangest feeling of Deja Vu) thought Nen.
"So," said Nen, "Do you need anything else?" Alessa shook her head. "You know John, I've been thinking about you. For one, I'm glad you aren't here to make fun of me. Two, when I listen to the thoughts in your head it's all a jumbled mess. It is as if 2 people are arguing while another person plays mediator." Nen was amazed that a little girl, even one in a dream, could use such a vast vocabulary. "John, I think I have to go.. I don't want to get sent to the principal's office. I've never actually met him, but whenever I walk past the door I get a vision. A vision of metal grating and of hanging bodies. It's terrible. It makes me so scared. In fact, I've been scared and hurt since as far as I can remember ---That is, until you came along, John. Even though I've only known you these past ten or so minutes, I feel that you are my sunshine in a solar system full of sorrow. Does that......... Make any sense to you?" (This girl does not only have an amazing way with words, but she also seems much more intelligent and sensitive than possibly most any other girl her age. Ever.) Nen thought once more very quickly. "Yes, it makes sense. Okay, I think we really do have to go now. I'm in History right now." Alessa smiled and wiped a tear from her eye. "Really? Me too! That's great!" Nen felt something in the pocket of his jeans. It was a piece of paper. The words "class schedule" flashed across his mind. He pulled out the schedule and handed it to Alessa.
"There you go, Alessa. That's my class schedule."
It was pretty long. However, Alessa glanced at it for about a second and a half and already knew it all. "John, it looks like you have the same schedule as me! The same exact one! The only difference right here is the name at the top of the paper. Looks like we will be seeing alot of each other, won't we?" Nen nodded. He and Alessa walked off to class together. Right outside the History class door, the world began to blur. Moaning. Screaming. Strange sounds from who knows where. An intense migraine. "Ahh!" Nen screamed. "John? John, what's wrong? Speak to me!"
The world faded to black and the last thing he saw was Alessa's worried face.............
---------------- Freezing, agonizing pain! Kayla held him down on the bed. "Hold stll, Nen! Hold still! I know this isn't your first time with this!" Nen shook around on his bed screaming. "MAKE IT STOP!"
"KAYLA! IT HURTS! SOMETHING IS... Argh!!!"
Kayla panicked around. She looked at his temperture on the thermometer monitor. "My God, your temperature.. It's at 120 degrees! Somebody, help him to the tub!"
A few doctors picked up Nen and hauled him into a special bathroom where a tub awaited. Kayla started running around the halls outside. "Somebody get some ice! Hurry! His temperature is 120!"
The sound of fast, hurried feet echoed on the tiled floor outside his room. Finally, Kayla and some nurses came in with some bags of ice and threw them into the tub while doctors kept Nen standing by holding onto him. Kayla spoke up. "Nen, get into the ice!"
Nen got scared. "No! You can't put me in that thing! That's ICE! What are you trying to do, KILL ME?! I'm freezing and you want me to jump in a tub full of ice! I won't do it! No!"
The doctors pushed him towards the tub as Nen's heartbeat got faster. "NO! I WON'T.. NOO! PLEASE DON'T!"
A toe felt the ice. It burned very badly. "IT HURTS! STOP IT!"
The doctors dropped him into the tub and then held him down in it. "NO! ARGH! STOP HOLDING ME DOWN YOU BASTARDS! SOMEBODY! HELP ME! I'M BEING HELD AGAINST MY OWN WILL! IT BURNS SO BADLY! KAYLA! HELP ME!"
"Don't panic, Nen! Jesus... The ice has almost completely melted. Get some more ice in here, QUICK!"
More nurses and doctors rushed into the bathroom and poured large bag upon large bag into the tub and onto the screaming Nen. "NO! NO! STOP IT!! STOP!"
It was a neverending rain of burning ice.... "LOOK AT THAT! A TUB OF WATER!" said a nurse.
He couldn't take the pain. It was unbearable. He lost consciousness..
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"Nen? Are you okay?"
Nen opened his eyes and saw Kayla. The sound of fire was heard in the distance. It felt like he was on concrete. "Kayla? What.. What happened? What the hell is going on?"
"Nen, the girl... Remember? She... You don't remember? Douglas was talking to us, and then.."
(Douglas?)
"And then he swirved and we crashed.. I'm glad I got you out alive. Except for a bump on the head, you're okay. I'm in perfect condition, but Douglas.. He's Nowhere to be found. "
"Douglas is gone? What the hell?! I was in a hospital not too long ago and they were pouring burning ice on me! And you were there too, so panicky..."
"It's alright Nen, it was just a dream, it's alright."
"Kayla, I want some answers!" "Nen, calm down. While I was here nursing you back to consciousness, a car drove by."
An unknown voice spoke behind Nen. "..And that's when I stopped at the wreckage of the car. Poor Douglas. I wonder where he is."
He looked around and saw another woman with black hair, a white vest, and green pants over his head. "Who are you?" The woman smiled. "I'm Cheryl Mason. I was just.. Driving through Silent Hill and happened to see Kayla, you, and the wreck of a car. "
Nen was confused beyond what anyone could comprehend. Everything was so sudden, so knew, so confusing. What the hell was going on, anyway?
Cheryl raised her right eyebrow. "What's wrong?" "Kayla, do you remember when Douglas was talking about.. That girl he took care of? Was it Heather?" Kayla nodded. Cheryl sighed very quietly. "Heather? Oh, yes. Her. She was a nice girl. She unfortunetly went missing, but...." Nen raised his right eyebrow as Cheryl lowered hers. "What?"
Cheryl shook her head. "Nothing." Nen got up and shook the dust off himself.
"So," said Nen, "Where do we go from here?"
TO BE CONTINUED