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-----------SILENT HILL: LIVING STATIC BOOK 2-------------- ---------------------------------PART 2-----------------------------------
So lonely. The grayness was practically the only color palette visible outside of hand's reach. The entire surroundings were so drab, and they somehow seemed more depressing than the first time he encountered the fog. He looked on his map that he had pulled out from his car such a long time ago when things were still so simple. Only South Vale? No. He turned the map around and saw the Old Silent Hill and Resort Area area listed on the piece of previously folded paper. According to the map, he was quite far from Alchemillia. It would be a long walk there. So, he folded the map back up and put it in his trenchcoat. He took his first step.
Howling off in the distance like some mourning ethereal creature. All around him nothing but gray. He could barely tell what direction he was going. His walking turned into a monotone beat like that of someone constantly playing a steady beat on a snare drum. Pat. Tat. Pat. Tat. Pat Tat. It soon turned into a hypnotic beat and Nen started to doze off. He finally made it to a drawbridge, but it was raised. He looked around and saw a control tower to his right. He walked up the stairs and inside was a control panel. How fortunate. In the key slot was the key. He turned it and a button rose up from the control panel. The square glass panel surrounding the newly found button opened with a crisp snap and the red button blinked. Nen filled his button pressing urge. The drawbridge started to lower. He walked back down the stairs and onto the drawbridge. A distant clicking and a banging of who knows what quietly echoed throughout the musty air.
Soon, he crossed over the drawbridge. He checked his map again. Alchemillia to the left of his position. He turned left and started jogging towards the hospital. When arrived where the map said it was, there was nothing. A large gaping hole, like the crater of a large blast. Whatever happened here, Alchemillia didn't exist anymore.
"I wonder when this happened." Nen asked himself. "It seems as if there are a few other spots like this in town. Who would blow up a hospital, though? It just doesn't add u----"
Then Nen realized the horror. "My God, my encounter with Alessa so many times.. Maybe.. Maybe I WAS in past. Maybe I really HAVE changed the future. That was perhaps what Alessa did before I 'woke up', so to speak. She destroyed the hospital. But if she changed the future, how come I'm still here? I know the whole incident of Alessa happened about 30 years ago. I'm not even 28 yet! Changed that sort of thing in the past could've changed a single electron in an atom that caused me to be born. Yet, I'm still here, but the hospital isn't... No, it can't be true."
Nen looked up into the sky. "Where do I go from here? I have no other leads. No other places to go."
"Yes, yes you do."
Nen looked slowly behind him. He recognized that voice from somewhere. "Douglas? You went missing!"
Douglas nodded. "I know I did. After the crash, I woke up in a hospital called Brookhaven. I really don't wish to explain what kind of hell that place turned into, but.."
"Douglas, was there metal grating? Flesh for walls? Deformed, black, rotten corpses in rusty iron cages?" Nen asked, to see if Douglas saw was what he saw.
"No Nen. I experienced that kind of thing before. This was much worse." Douglas said. Nen began to wonder how much worse something could be than what it was like in Midwich Elementary.
"Don't ask, Nen. It's too terrible to possibly describe." "Douglas, you said I had somewhere to go." "Yes Nen. I got this -- A letter from someone named Kauffman." "Really? Hand it here."
Douglas handed the envelope to Nen. Nen opened the envelope, pulled out the letter and read it.
"Dear guest,
I do hope you've enjoyed your pleasent visit. You may be wondering where to go next, as Alchemillia Hospital doesn't exist anymore. May I direct you to Silent Hill Historical Society. A good place to learn.
Enjoy the rest of your visit.
-Signed,
Michael Kauffman
"
"Silent Hill Historical Society? That's so far away... That's almost 10 miles! How the hell am I supposed to get there without a car?"
Douglas shrugged. "I suspect my car is wrecked, but.." Douglas spotted something. Another car. "Nen, you wouldn't know how to wire a car would you?"
Nen nodded. It WAS in his detective training. "Yes, I do. Are you saying we wire that car over there? Good idea."
Nen walked over to the car, followed by Douglas. Nen wired the car and the engine started up. "Get in, Douglas."
Douglas shook his head. "I'm sorry, I have other business to attend to at the moment."
"Other business?! Like what?"
"I'm sorry Nen, I don't have time to talk right now. I must be swift. Good luck."
And with that, Douglas ran into the fog.
Nen shrugged and hit the gas. The car worked and drove off. He pulled out his map and set it on the seat next to him. He followed the map down the road. It took about 15 minutes to arrive at the Historical Society. He pulled right out in front and turned the car off. He put the map back in his trenchcoat and stepped inside. Dark, as usual. He walked into the main tour area. Just some information and pictures and..
Him. The one he saw at Midwich. Pyramid Head. He didn't know what else to call him. It was strange that a painting of him would be in the Historical Society. The image stuck in his mind for awhile before another picture caught his attention... A picture was completely missing and was replaced by a piece of paper.
"Nay, image of connection be not where you think, but do not be weary traveler, for you shall be more than that when you begin your dissent into thou own abyss. There the image may be found after your quest."
What could it be? Image of connection? This must be important, as from the space where a picture should be, blood was streaked across the wall going down to the floor, then making a bloody trail. Nen followed the trail to a huge broken area. He stepped inside. The sound of fog horns and a dark area leading downwards. He ran down. Down further. The darkness kept on seeping into his mind. He kept on running downwards. Was there no end to this trek? He kept on running, expecting to find something, but he did not. Running... Running.. Constantly running. Finally after what seemed like an eternity of running, the trek downwards stopped. There was a door at the end. The fog horns were now blowing again and again and again. They would not stop.. Was it possible he was under the infamous Toluca Lake? Water dripped from the ceiling.
"That's it. I'm under the lake. I don't know what lies ahead of me, but I'm prepared to face it."
He touched the handle and turned it. He opened it and in front of him was what seemed like a sewage system. He stepped in the muddy water. He ran down the watery hallway and the floor beneath the water rose. There was a door ahead. He opened it and there was a large hole going downwards. It seemed crazy, but he felt inclined to jump down the hole. He had already gone this far. He felt he had no choice but to jump. So, after a moment of hesitation even after thinking what he just did, he jumped. Down, down, down he went, like a terrible nightmare. He landed with a large oomph. He was okay.
"Peculiar. Falling that far would probably kill me, but it didn't. I didn't feel any pain whatsoever."
He saw a door ahead of him. Another one. He opened it to another watery hallway with the same door at the end. He opened the door and saw two doors. One on the left, and one on the right. He went to the left door and opened it to reveal a key. He grabbed the key and left the room to goto the right room. Inside was a gate on the floor going way down. He tried to open it, but it was locked. He pulled out the key he had found and found the keyhole. He put it in and turned it. Voila. Open. This hole was larger than the next... Something was horribly wrong.
"What in the fuck..? The door are on the ceiling and floor?!"
Indeed it was the truth. The doors were in all the wrong places. The 'floor' was on the left wall and the ceiling seemed to be to the right. He rubbed his head and then jumped down this hole. He landed and felt the pain that time. He looked around. The same metal grating as from before, but no fleshy walls. The room was large. It looked like a cafeteria. Nen stood up and brushed himself off. The flashlight still miracuously worked.
He walked to the only door in the room and open it. Outside to greet him was a disgusting looking creature. Its flesh had decomposed, it had no face or hair, and was covered in shiny cellophane. It's arms were around its back and were locked up by handcuffs that looked to be made out of bone and sinew. On its feet were fleshy chains and a large, rusty ball at the end. It slowly made its way towards Nen. Nen pulled out his gun and fired 4 shots at the monster. It went down and started moving around on the ground. Nen put a bullet through its skull. It stopped.
"Another monster, like the demon children..."
He reloaded the gun and kept it in firing position as he looked around. A long hallway going forwards. He ran into a large fence with an open spot in it which he ran through. On the desk right behind the fence was a map. He picked it up and looked at it.
'Toluca Prison'
"A prison under a lake? What in the hell? This far down, too! I must be at least 800 feet below the lake. This is insane. Well, just as insane as everything else, I guess. Goddamnit this place scares the shit out of me."
Nen was constantly bombarded from all directions by low frequency droning and a constant banging of metal on metal and screeches from who knows what. After a few more encounters with some prisoner monsters, he came up upon a room. Director's office.
"A shotgun? About damn time. I was about to run out of ammo for my pistol."
He picked up the shotgun, along with about 18 shells laying nearby and stuffed the shells in one of his pockets. He put the pistol back in its holster and cocked the shotgun. Fully loaded. He felt abit safer now in this hell. He left the room and found a bathroom. He heard a whispering from a stall. He knocked on it.
"Hello? Anyone here?!"
No response. He shrugged it off as another one of Silent Hill's weird sounds.. Reach for the door handle and
WHAM!!!
"SHIT! GODDAMN!"
He ran out of the room as fast as possible. The sounds got louder.. He broke down and started to cry.
"I can't fucking take this anymore! This is too fucking much! WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?! HELP ME!"
Screaming.. Moaning... Screaming.. Moaning..
The world faded out once more.
-----------SILENT HILL: LIVING STATIC BOOK 2-------------- ---------------------------------PART 2-----------------------------------
So lonely. The grayness was practically the only color palette visible outside of hand's reach. The entire surroundings were so drab, and they somehow seemed more depressing than the first time he encountered the fog. He looked on his map that he had pulled out from his car such a long time ago when things were still so simple. Only South Vale? No. He turned the map around and saw the Old Silent Hill and Resort Area area listed on the piece of previously folded paper. According to the map, he was quite far from Alchemillia. It would be a long walk there. So, he folded the map back up and put it in his trenchcoat. He took his first step.
Howling off in the distance like some mourning ethereal creature. All around him nothing but gray. He could barely tell what direction he was going. His walking turned into a monotone beat like that of someone constantly playing a steady beat on a snare drum. Pat. Tat. Pat. Tat. Pat Tat. It soon turned into a hypnotic beat and Nen started to doze off. He finally made it to a drawbridge, but it was raised. He looked around and saw a control tower to his right. He walked up the stairs and inside was a control panel. How fortunate. In the key slot was the key. He turned it and a button rose up from the control panel. The square glass panel surrounding the newly found button opened with a crisp snap and the red button blinked. Nen filled his button pressing urge. The drawbridge started to lower. He walked back down the stairs and onto the drawbridge. A distant clicking and a banging of who knows what quietly echoed throughout the musty air.
Soon, he crossed over the drawbridge. He checked his map again. Alchemillia to the left of his position. He turned left and started jogging towards the hospital. When arrived where the map said it was, there was nothing. A large gaping hole, like the crater of a large blast. Whatever happened here, Alchemillia didn't exist anymore.
"I wonder when this happened." Nen asked himself. "It seems as if there are a few other spots like this in town. Who would blow up a hospital, though? It just doesn't add u----"
Then Nen realized the horror. "My God, my encounter with Alessa so many times.. Maybe.. Maybe I WAS in past. Maybe I really HAVE changed the future. That was perhaps what Alessa did before I 'woke up', so to speak. She destroyed the hospital. But if she changed the future, how come I'm still here? I know the whole incident of Alessa happened about 30 years ago. I'm not even 28 yet! Changed that sort of thing in the past could've changed a single electron in an atom that caused me to be born. Yet, I'm still here, but the hospital isn't... No, it can't be true."
Nen looked up into the sky. "Where do I go from here? I have no other leads. No other places to go."
"Yes, yes you do."
Nen looked slowly behind him. He recognized that voice from somewhere. "Douglas? You went missing!"
Douglas nodded. "I know I did. After the crash, I woke up in a hospital called Brookhaven. I really don't wish to explain what kind of hell that place turned into, but.."
"Douglas, was there metal grating? Flesh for walls? Deformed, black, rotten corpses in rusty iron cages?" Nen asked, to see if Douglas saw was what he saw.
"No Nen. I experienced that kind of thing before. This was much worse." Douglas said. Nen began to wonder how much worse something could be than what it was like in Midwich Elementary.
"Don't ask, Nen. It's too terrible to possibly describe." "Douglas, you said I had somewhere to go." "Yes Nen. I got this -- A letter from someone named Kauffman." "Really? Hand it here."
Douglas handed the envelope to Nen. Nen opened the envelope, pulled out the letter and read it.
"Dear guest,
I do hope you've enjoyed your pleasent visit. You may be wondering where to go next, as Alchemillia Hospital doesn't exist anymore. May I direct you to Silent Hill Historical Society. A good place to learn.
Enjoy the rest of your visit.
-Signed,
Michael Kauffman
"
"Silent Hill Historical Society? That's so far away... That's almost 10 miles! How the hell am I supposed to get there without a car?"
Douglas shrugged. "I suspect my car is wrecked, but.." Douglas spotted something. Another car. "Nen, you wouldn't know how to wire a car would you?"
Nen nodded. It WAS in his detective training. "Yes, I do. Are you saying we wire that car over there? Good idea."
Nen walked over to the car, followed by Douglas. Nen wired the car and the engine started up. "Get in, Douglas."
Douglas shook his head. "I'm sorry, I have other business to attend to at the moment."
"Other business?! Like what?"
"I'm sorry Nen, I don't have time to talk right now. I must be swift. Good luck."
And with that, Douglas ran into the fog.
Nen shrugged and hit the gas. The car worked and drove off. He pulled out his map and set it on the seat next to him. He followed the map down the road. It took about 15 minutes to arrive at the Historical Society. He pulled right out in front and turned the car off. He put the map back in his trenchcoat and stepped inside. Dark, as usual. He walked into the main tour area. Just some information and pictures and..
Him. The one he saw at Midwich. Pyramid Head. He didn't know what else to call him. It was strange that a painting of him would be in the Historical Society. The image stuck in his mind for awhile before another picture caught his attention... A picture was completely missing and was replaced by a piece of paper.
"Nay, image of connection be not where you think, but do not be weary traveler, for you shall be more than that when you begin your dissent into thou own abyss. There the image may be found after your quest."
What could it be? Image of connection? This must be important, as from the space where a picture should be, blood was streaked across the wall going down to the floor, then making a bloody trail. Nen followed the trail to a huge broken area. He stepped inside. The sound of fog horns and a dark area leading downwards. He ran down. Down further. The darkness kept on seeping into his mind. He kept on running downwards. Was there no end to this trek? He kept on running, expecting to find something, but he did not. Running... Running.. Constantly running. Finally after what seemed like an eternity of running, the trek downwards stopped. There was a door at the end. The fog horns were now blowing again and again and again. They would not stop.. Was it possible he was under the infamous Toluca Lake? Water dripped from the ceiling.
"That's it. I'm under the lake. I don't know what lies ahead of me, but I'm prepared to face it."
He touched the handle and turned it. He opened it and in front of him was what seemed like a sewage system. He stepped in the muddy water. He ran down the watery hallway and the floor beneath the water rose. There was a door ahead. He opened it and there was a large hole going downwards. It seemed crazy, but he felt inclined to jump down the hole. He had already gone this far. He felt he had no choice but to jump. So, after a moment of hesitation even after thinking what he just did, he jumped. Down, down, down he went, like a terrible nightmare. He landed with a large oomph. He was okay.
"Peculiar. Falling that far would probably kill me, but it didn't. I didn't feel any pain whatsoever."
He saw a door ahead of him. Another one. He opened it to another watery hallway with the same door at the end. He opened the door and saw two doors. One on the left, and one on the right. He went to the left door and opened it to reveal a key. He grabbed the key and left the room to goto the right room. Inside was a gate on the floor going way down. He tried to open it, but it was locked. He pulled out the key he had found and found the keyhole. He put it in and turned it. Voila. Open. This hole was larger than the next... Something was horribly wrong.
"What in the fuck..? The door are on the ceiling and floor?!"
Indeed it was the truth. The doors were in all the wrong places. The 'floor' was on the left wall and the ceiling seemed to be to the right. He rubbed his head and then jumped down this hole. He landed and felt the pain that time. He looked around. The same metal grating as from before, but no fleshy walls. The room was large. It looked like a cafeteria. Nen stood up and brushed himself off. The flashlight still miracuously worked.
He walked to the only door in the room and open it. Outside to greet him was a disgusting looking creature. Its flesh had decomposed, it had no face or hair, and was covered in shiny cellophane. It's arms were around its back and were locked up by handcuffs that looked to be made out of bone and sinew. On its feet were fleshy chains and a large, rusty ball at the end. It slowly made its way towards Nen. Nen pulled out his gun and fired 4 shots at the monster. It went down and started moving around on the ground. Nen put a bullet through its skull. It stopped.
"Another monster, like the demon children..."
He reloaded the gun and kept it in firing position as he looked around. A long hallway going forwards. He ran into a large fence with an open spot in it which he ran through. On the desk right behind the fence was a map. He picked it up and looked at it.
'Toluca Prison'
"A prison under a lake? What in the hell? This far down, too! I must be at least 800 feet below the lake. This is insane. Well, just as insane as everything else, I guess. Goddamnit this place scares the shit out of me."
Nen was constantly bombarded from all directions by low frequency droning and a constant banging of metal on metal and screeches from who knows what. After a few more encounters with some prisoner monsters, he came up upon a room. Director's office.
"A shotgun? About damn time. I was about to run out of ammo for my pistol."
He picked up the shotgun, along with about 18 shells laying nearby and stuffed the shells in one of his pockets. He put the pistol back in its holster and cocked the shotgun. Fully loaded. He felt abit safer now in this hell. He left the room and found a bathroom. He heard a whispering from a stall. He knocked on it.
"Hello? Anyone here?!"
No response. He shrugged it off as another one of Silent Hill's weird sounds.. Reach for the door handle and
WHAM!!!
"SHIT! GODDAMN!"
He ran out of the room as fast as possible. The sounds got louder.. He broke down and started to cry.
"I can't fucking take this anymore! This is too fucking much! WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?! HELP ME!"
Screaming.. Moaning... Screaming.. Moaning..
The world faded out once more.