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Chapter 6: Second Vision of Hell
The room I was in had undergone a radical change. The walls were charred and rusted, as though a fire had raged through the building. It also looked old, like it had been abandoned for a few centuries already. The desk I was sitting at was still there, but it was covered in blood. The musty smell of decay filled my nostrils.
I cautiously stood up, and felt the floor dig into my skin as I did so. It wasn't a floor anymore, it was more like a metal grate stretched over a chasm of darkness. I didn't feel like I was dreaming, but it was the only logical explanation.
I opened the door that would lead me back to foyer. It looked even worse than the office, as there was a big hole in the grating. Not desiring to know how far down it went, I tried the door to take me outside. It was locked.
"Ok...", I told myself. "Just stay calm, don't think too much. All we have to do is find the key."
I turned around and screamed at what I thought was a person standing at the back of the room. Upon closer examination, I realized it wasn't a person, but a statue. It was in the form of a scantily clad female. Underneath it was, amazingly, some sort of keypad and a plaque. The plaque read:
Speaketh the true name of Venus.
It didn't take me long to realize that I was supposed to enter some sort of code on the keypad. With my infinite knowledge of paganism, I knew that the true Greek name of Venus was Aphrodite. I typed that name in on the keypad. It was a mistake.
A loud, thunderous voice rocked the police station. "Die Heathen!!" I didn't like the sound of that. My radio started to go off again. It frightened me.
I ran towards the door opposite the office. It lead to a burnt out hallway with a few doors on the sides. It was rather dark, so I lit up my lighter. There was a person standing in the middle of the hallway. He had his back to me, but I could tell from the uniform that it was a cop.
"Hey!", I yelled out to him. He did not answer. When he turned around, I realized it was because he had no mouth. There were a lot of other things he was missing, eyes, nose, and any distinguishing facial features. Instead, there was a mass of fleshy bubbles that rose and fell continuously where his face should've been. He was holding a blood-soaked machete.
I screamed, and ran into a nearby door, slamming it behind me. I could hear him pounding on it, ready to slice me to bits. I surveyed the landscape, and jumped for joy. I was in the stations armory.
As I got closer to what looked like the weapons rack, I groaned. There was only one gun left, a small handgun. I wanted an AK-47, but I guess this would do. At that moment, the faceless cop burst through the door. It must've had super strength or something.
I aimed my gun, and fired right between the things eyes. It stumbled backwards, and I thought it was dead. Then, it got back up. I shrieked, and instinctively fired again, and again. Finally it didn't get up, but it was still squirming about the floor. With all the negative emotions that had built up in me over the past few days, it was an easy task to run over and slam me foot down on the things head. Finally, it stopped moving.
I fainted down on the sharp metal grate in exhaustion. The radio stopped emitting static. I didn't understand the science of it, but I think the radio went off whenever one of those things were nearby. I wonder if I should call it science...
I got down on my knees to look at what I had killed. The uniform was somehow weaved into the things skin, as though they were one and the same. It didn't have any internal organs, its insides were nothing but blood. It wasn't holding the machete, its hand WAS the machete. I knew one thing, there was nothing like this anywhere else on the planet.
Inside the things pocket was what I like to call a "gift from god". It was a pocket flashlight. I clipped it on the inside of my shirt pocket. This way I could hold my gun and still have one free hand. Speaking of gun, I searched the room thoroughly and found a box of bullets. That wasn't only what I found.
There was something written on the southern wall. Above it was that damn triangle symbol again. Below it was what sounded like a riddle:
1 First reverse the symbol of me
2 Choose the one that leads the legion
3 Do not complete the circle and stab
4 Flip the first symbol back again
5 Cut off the savior's head
6 Again, reverse
I had no clue what it meant, but it sounded important, so I wrote it down. I decided to go back to the foyer and examine that statue. Some sort of blue mist was coming out of the hole in the center of the room. I ignored it and looked at the statue.
It hadn't changed. Why didn't Aphrodite work? There were several other love goddesses I knew, but it didn't make sense to try them all, I'd be dead before I finished. Maybe the riddle had something to do with it? Hmm, six lines, maybe each line was a letter?
First reverse the symbol of me... Hmm, me equals "I" right? "I" reversed is the letter "H". Leading the legion would of course be "A". Do not complete the circle would be C... and stab? Stab into it... "G"! Flip the first symbol, back to "I". Cut off the savior's head... Jesus on the cross came to mind, cut off his head and it would be "T". Again reverse, probably the "I" back to "H" again. HAGITH
It sounded like a name, but not one I had ever heard of before. Of course, I still wasn't sure if that's what the riddle meant, but it was as close as could get. I typed in HAGITH, and I heard the voice again, "Ascend to the heavens chosen one."
That must've been good, because I heard some machinery go off. The wall behind the statue opened up to reveal a set of stairs. Without a second thought, I charged up them. I heard the wall move back in place behind me.
As I climbed the metal stairs to who knows where, I thought about what had happened in the previous hour. People don't just build riddles into the mechanisms of a police station. I felt as though I was being tested and guided through this mess. My thoughts were interrupted as I bumped into something soft and screamed.
There was a dead body propped in front of me. It had intentionally been stuck to the wall, hopefully after the poor person (I couldn't tell what gender because of the mutilation) had expired. It looked like it was on display, maybe to warn me. A more horrid thought crossed my mind that the individual who ran this place used the body as decoration. They apparently had very specific tastes.
I ignored the body, and continued my ascent. Finally I came to a steel door with a metal valve. It took a lot of effort to turn the valve, but eventually, the door burst open and I got a second face full of mist, only this time it was blue.
I was apparently on the roof of the station. I could see light snowflakes falling down from the sky. Too bad it was too misty to see the sky, I had to grope my way around with a fear of falling off. I guessed there had to be a fire escape somewhere, but my radio went off again...
I jumped to my feet and grasped my gun tightly. Absolute fear is extremely painful. Your body wants you to stay in one place for some reason. It seems to me like that would be the worst thing to do. I jumped as I heard metal scratching against metal. The sound got closer and closer.
I saw that pyramid headed thing again. It was obviously related to the paintings in the Historic Center, it might even be the ghost of those evil executioners. I didn't have time to ponder this though, as the sound I had heard was coming from the freak dragging a humongous knife along the ground.
I fired my gun at the thing. I swore that I hit it, but it sounded as though my bullets had hit something hard and ricocheted off it. I turned tail and ran, but tripped over my feet. When I turned around, I saw it holding the knife above my head. I rolled out of the way and felt the vibrations of it hitting the rooftop.
I got to my feet and ran away again. My gun was out of bullets, and I'd be damned if I knew how to reload it. I heard that siren go off in my head again. Pyramid head seemed to react to it, as though it was a calling of some kind. It turned around and walked down the fire escape I had so desperately been looking for.
My head hurt like hell, and I stumbled to the floor. The world once again seemed to dissolve around me. Strange visions of a mist filled Silent Hill flashed through my brain. I winched my eyes in pain. When I opened them up, it was night time, and I was sitting in my car.
here to Windwalker for his excellent piece.
Chapter 6: Second Vision of Hell
The room I was in had undergone a radical change. The walls were charred and rusted, as though a fire had raged through the building. It also looked old, like it had been abandoned for a few centuries already. The desk I was sitting at was still there, but it was covered in blood. The musty smell of decay filled my nostrils.
I cautiously stood up, and felt the floor dig into my skin as I did so. It wasn't a floor anymore, it was more like a metal grate stretched over a chasm of darkness. I didn't feel like I was dreaming, but it was the only logical explanation.
I opened the door that would lead me back to foyer. It looked even worse than the office, as there was a big hole in the grating. Not desiring to know how far down it went, I tried the door to take me outside. It was locked.
"Ok...", I told myself. "Just stay calm, don't think too much. All we have to do is find the key."
I turned around and screamed at what I thought was a person standing at the back of the room. Upon closer examination, I realized it wasn't a person, but a statue. It was in the form of a scantily clad female. Underneath it was, amazingly, some sort of keypad and a plaque. The plaque read:
Speaketh the true name of Venus.
It didn't take me long to realize that I was supposed to enter some sort of code on the keypad. With my infinite knowledge of paganism, I knew that the true Greek name of Venus was Aphrodite. I typed that name in on the keypad. It was a mistake.
A loud, thunderous voice rocked the police station. "Die Heathen!!" I didn't like the sound of that. My radio started to go off again. It frightened me.
I ran towards the door opposite the office. It lead to a burnt out hallway with a few doors on the sides. It was rather dark, so I lit up my lighter. There was a person standing in the middle of the hallway. He had his back to me, but I could tell from the uniform that it was a cop.
"Hey!", I yelled out to him. He did not answer. When he turned around, I realized it was because he had no mouth. There were a lot of other things he was missing, eyes, nose, and any distinguishing facial features. Instead, there was a mass of fleshy bubbles that rose and fell continuously where his face should've been. He was holding a blood-soaked machete.
I screamed, and ran into a nearby door, slamming it behind me. I could hear him pounding on it, ready to slice me to bits. I surveyed the landscape, and jumped for joy. I was in the stations armory.
As I got closer to what looked like the weapons rack, I groaned. There was only one gun left, a small handgun. I wanted an AK-47, but I guess this would do. At that moment, the faceless cop burst through the door. It must've had super strength or something.
I aimed my gun, and fired right between the things eyes. It stumbled backwards, and I thought it was dead. Then, it got back up. I shrieked, and instinctively fired again, and again. Finally it didn't get up, but it was still squirming about the floor. With all the negative emotions that had built up in me over the past few days, it was an easy task to run over and slam me foot down on the things head. Finally, it stopped moving.
I fainted down on the sharp metal grate in exhaustion. The radio stopped emitting static. I didn't understand the science of it, but I think the radio went off whenever one of those things were nearby. I wonder if I should call it science...
I got down on my knees to look at what I had killed. The uniform was somehow weaved into the things skin, as though they were one and the same. It didn't have any internal organs, its insides were nothing but blood. It wasn't holding the machete, its hand WAS the machete. I knew one thing, there was nothing like this anywhere else on the planet.
Inside the things pocket was what I like to call a "gift from god". It was a pocket flashlight. I clipped it on the inside of my shirt pocket. This way I could hold my gun and still have one free hand. Speaking of gun, I searched the room thoroughly and found a box of bullets. That wasn't only what I found.
There was something written on the southern wall. Above it was that damn triangle symbol again. Below it was what sounded like a riddle:
1 First reverse the symbol of me
2 Choose the one that leads the legion
3 Do not complete the circle and stab
4 Flip the first symbol back again
5 Cut off the savior's head
6 Again, reverse
I had no clue what it meant, but it sounded important, so I wrote it down. I decided to go back to the foyer and examine that statue. Some sort of blue mist was coming out of the hole in the center of the room. I ignored it and looked at the statue.
It hadn't changed. Why didn't Aphrodite work? There were several other love goddesses I knew, but it didn't make sense to try them all, I'd be dead before I finished. Maybe the riddle had something to do with it? Hmm, six lines, maybe each line was a letter?
First reverse the symbol of me... Hmm, me equals "I" right? "I" reversed is the letter "H". Leading the legion would of course be "A". Do not complete the circle would be C... and stab? Stab into it... "G"! Flip the first symbol, back to "I". Cut off the savior's head... Jesus on the cross came to mind, cut off his head and it would be "T". Again reverse, probably the "I" back to "H" again. HAGITH
It sounded like a name, but not one I had ever heard of before. Of course, I still wasn't sure if that's what the riddle meant, but it was as close as could get. I typed in HAGITH, and I heard the voice again, "Ascend to the heavens chosen one."
That must've been good, because I heard some machinery go off. The wall behind the statue opened up to reveal a set of stairs. Without a second thought, I charged up them. I heard the wall move back in place behind me.
As I climbed the metal stairs to who knows where, I thought about what had happened in the previous hour. People don't just build riddles into the mechanisms of a police station. I felt as though I was being tested and guided through this mess. My thoughts were interrupted as I bumped into something soft and screamed.
There was a dead body propped in front of me. It had intentionally been stuck to the wall, hopefully after the poor person (I couldn't tell what gender because of the mutilation) had expired. It looked like it was on display, maybe to warn me. A more horrid thought crossed my mind that the individual who ran this place used the body as decoration. They apparently had very specific tastes.
I ignored the body, and continued my ascent. Finally I came to a steel door with a metal valve. It took a lot of effort to turn the valve, but eventually, the door burst open and I got a second face full of mist, only this time it was blue.
I was apparently on the roof of the station. I could see light snowflakes falling down from the sky. Too bad it was too misty to see the sky, I had to grope my way around with a fear of falling off. I guessed there had to be a fire escape somewhere, but my radio went off again...
I jumped to my feet and grasped my gun tightly. Absolute fear is extremely painful. Your body wants you to stay in one place for some reason. It seems to me like that would be the worst thing to do. I jumped as I heard metal scratching against metal. The sound got closer and closer.
I saw that pyramid headed thing again. It was obviously related to the paintings in the Historic Center, it might even be the ghost of those evil executioners. I didn't have time to ponder this though, as the sound I had heard was coming from the freak dragging a humongous knife along the ground.
I fired my gun at the thing. I swore that I hit it, but it sounded as though my bullets had hit something hard and ricocheted off it. I turned tail and ran, but tripped over my feet. When I turned around, I saw it holding the knife above my head. I rolled out of the way and felt the vibrations of it hitting the rooftop.
I got to my feet and ran away again. My gun was out of bullets, and I'd be damned if I knew how to reload it. I heard that siren go off in my head again. Pyramid head seemed to react to it, as though it was a calling of some kind. It turned around and walked down the fire escape I had so desperately been looking for.
My head hurt like hell, and I stumbled to the floor. The world once again seemed to dissolve around me. Strange visions of a mist filled Silent Hill flashed through my brain. I winched my eyes in pain. When I opened them up, it was night time, and I was sitting in my car.