Premonitions and Déjà vu
Disclaimer: Same as before.
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"Woe unto he who runs afoul of this town." - Unknown soul in Silent Hill
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(Rusty's POV)
Jimmy Buffet is still singing about Margaritaville, someplace I'd rather be right now. Hell I'd settle for the Rung Sat all over again for eternity just to know she's safe. I know Franks isn't gonna buy any excuse I give him for violating his explicit order that I stay where I was, doing nothing.
I decided I'd pop in some music while I drive down the road when my radio started emitting weird static. I grabbed my Jimmy Buffet CD and put it into the slot to play. It's only about fourteen hundred and the sky's turning dark. What the hell is going on around here?
I check my inner pockets of my coat where I have about four extra clips for my Smith and Wesson on me. As I approach the Silent Hill city limits I feel all the hairs on the back of my head sticking up. There's something seriously voodoo about this place and when I find Diane I'm gonna chew her out for taking a detour through a place that reeks of something just plain bad.
My headlights are still on as the sky takes its familiar overcast gray tone. I try Diane's cell phone again and get no answer. "Some people claim that there's a woman to blame..." I idly sing along, trying to suppress my worry.
Franks is gonna have my ass and I know it. Frankly right now I couldn't give two shakes of a.....SHIT!!!!!! What looks like a seven year old girl walking down the road causes me to swerve the car violently and nearly causes me to lose control and hit the side of a rocky wall.
I manage to avoid hitting the kid as I round the next bend in the road; I should be coming up on the town of Silent Hill. I catch sight of a red Mustang stopped alongside an embankment topped by a wire fence for some sort of livestock. I hear the plaintive bleating of goats on the hilltop. I slam the brakes on for the second time in ten minutes and pull up next to the car. I confirm that it is Diane's car right next to the embankment.
Now I know something's amiss. "Diane?" I shout into the air, "Where are you?"
The only answer I get is the bleating of a lousy goat. I walk up to her car. There's no sign of damage, I don't smell any leaking fluids or see any puddles near it. Why would she have abandoned her car even if it stalled out? Unless there's a house over the top of the hill and she went to call for help from there. But then I would have received some sort of call from her. Maybe I'm just being paranoid again...
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"Where am I?" Diane asked herself as she wandered through the halls of a completely unfamiliar building. The way it looked and smelled, it was a hospital of some sort. But there was something wrong. For one thing it was too quiet, it lacked the milling around, the hum of activity that a hospital usually would have. And there was something else, something she couldn't exactly explain. There was just something creepy and disturbing about this place.
"Are you OK hon?" asked a nurse as she walked into the room.
"I'm fine. Why am I here?" Diane asked.
"You had a little accident on the road." The nurse explained with a calm, completely placid and detached manner.
"Huh? No I didn't." Diane protested, "The last thing I remember was calling Rusty on my cell phone and...."
"This should help you sleep." The nurse said, grabbing Diane's right arm with surprising strength and injecting a syringe into the vein.
"What's going on?" Diane asked, "What accident..."
"Rest darling, answers are coming...." The nurse said in a soothingly calm voice as the young woman fell into a drug induced sleep. The voice suddenly changed into one retaining the calm tone but this time it had a rich almost demonic baritone, ".....But you're not going to like them at all."
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(An unknown POV)
He is here. I can feel his presence in the town. He is wandering, searching for the other. A new soul I can add to my menagerie to be mine for all of eternity. As she sleeps a dreamless sleep, I wait eagerly for the Half Eared one to come. I have waited for his arrival for centuries, though prophesy foretells his coming may hail my destruction. But if the other side of the coin is true, he will proliferate my presence far beyond the boundaries of this town.
He is an interesting soul to say the least. One exposed to darkness, yet he still yearns for the light. His soul is at a fork in the road. It can either surrender to the abyss heartache, strife and war have created for it or it can rise above it. If he chooses the latter option I will be forever damned, my portal to this world closed for eternity, my name forgotten.
The woman is the key, I discover. His feelings about her are strong, I can guess by his apparently rash actions of late. He appears to have said something about disobeying a direct order from his superiors to find her. His personality is such that he doesn't give up easily and will literally risk life and limb for this female. Quite a curious combination, an otherwise logical and rational man is pulled by emotion in this case to find one single human female. I think I just may have found myself in luck.
I shall amuse myself with the sleeping one first. It has been a long time since I've had anyone to toy around with. I was beginning to grow bored....
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Diane awoke to a start. What had once been a room in the hospital had taken a complete 180. The place felt creepy, no evil was more accurate, to begin with and now what lay beneath seemed to have arisen to the surface. Diane hugged her red fleece jacket close to her body, the chill not coming from the cold but more from something that had been making the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end since she was brought into the hospital.
As she walked out into the hallway she could hear the sound of a child crying. "Hello?" Diane shouted into the hall, "Where are you?"
"Over here." The pitiful little voice said.
"Stay where you are, I'll be right there." Diane replied. The floor beneath her feet had changed from linoleum to steel grating that sent eerie echoes through the bare concrete walls of the building that hummed with some sort of machinery noise.
"Who are you?" the child said.
"I'm here to help you." Diane replied, "Please, tell me what room you're in."
"I don't know where I am? I'm lost..."
'That makes two of us kid.' Diane thought, while she was out cold they must have put her purse and the contents of her pocket, including her cell phone somewhere else.
"I'm over here!" the child shouted. It was a girl, maybe seven or eight years of age, if the voice were any indication.
It was coming from a rusted metal door to Diane's right. She opened the door and saw a little girl wearing a tattered blue dress that was covered in grime and rust. A small dog chain wrapped around her left ankle and secured to the floor gave her about eight feet of walking distance. Diane took the little girl in her arms instinctively, and then recoiled. Something was wrong with the girl, she was just too calm for the distress she had been showing earlier.
'Poor things probably been kept like this for a week, maybe more. She must be in shock or maybe has Stockholm syndrome.' Diane thought, her criminal investigative instincts kicking in. There was a bad smell emanating from the child's ankle. Diane checked it while the little girl regarded her with adult eyes, certainly incongruous to her age. The chain had chafed away quite a bit of skin, leaving nasty welts and scarring around the area where it had been wrapped tightly six times. There was the smell of early infection.
"What's your name?" Diane asked the child softly. The girl stared at her for a minute, before answering.
"My name's Alessa." The child said, "What's yours?"
"Diane. Can you be a big girl for a minute Alessa? I'm going to get something to cut this chain with then I'll look after your ankle." Diane replied.
"Please stay here, Diane." Alessa begged.
"I'll come back for you. I need to get rid of that nasty chain on your foot. Who did this to you?" Diane asked.
"Please don't leave, the mean people are gonna come back if you don't stay." Alessa replied.
"I'm not gonna be gone long." Diane said, soothingly, "I'm gonna get some tools to cut the chain and some medicine for your cuts."
"No! Please! Don't go! DON'T GO!!!!!!" Alessa shrieked hysterically when Diane walked out into the hallway.
Diane walked through the hallway. She hadn't gotten more than ten feet when she tripped over something on the floor. It was her purse. Diane smiled to herself, though she didn't have bolt cutters in it, she at least had her cell phone, a mace spray can and her Colt .38 Detective Special with six rounds of ammunition in the chamber.
She hit the speed dial for Rusty and saw the signal go out. "Yes!!!" she said, quietly to herself.
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(Rusty's POV)
My cell phone just rang just now. I pick it up, "Puckett?"
"Rusty? Thank God. Where are you?"
"Diane? Just on the outskirts of town. I just found your car. Where are you?"
"Rusty, listen to me. I think I'm at Silent Hill hospital, but I'm not sure. Now I'm in some kind of weird industrial place." Diane said, "It's like a factory or something. I'm not really sure where I am."
"Diane, stay where you are." I reply, "I'm coming to get you."
"Rusty, wait, there's something else. There's a kidnapped girl down here, named Alessa. She's only seven years old. I'm gonna try to rescue her...." Diane replied. Damn you, don't put yourself in danger, I've got a real bad feeling about this place. But when she's set to do something, she does it, anything I say be damned.
"Diane, listen to me. Stay where you are and wait for me. There might be kidnappers around." I reply, "Are you armed?"
"I've got my .38 and my mace spray." Diane replies.
"Go find a room, lock yourself in and wait for me." I reply.
"Raoul Armand Puckett, are you implying I can't handle myself." Diane replies sharply. I've only done that a handful of times, and each time I know to back off.
"No, not at all, I'm just saying be careful. This kid could get you in over your head." I reply.
"Since when has risk ever stopped you?" Diane replies, she's still ticked off at me for my concern.
"Never, but..." I reply. I bite off my next remark. Just because she may not have my combat experience doesn't mean she can't handle herself, but I still worry about her.
"The last place I remember is Silent Hill Hospital. Wherever I am now, I don't know. I'm gonna try to help Alessa." Diane replies.
"I'm on my way, hang on!" I reply.
"Rusty, there's..." Diane replies. The reply is cut off by a sharp scream and a gunshot.
God damn it!!! She better be alright or I'm gonna tear those bastards into bloody shards. I try to start my car, but for some reason its seized up. I kick the engine block in frustration. Of all the times for this thing to do that, why now when Diane's very likely in trouble...Or God forbid dead. I'm never gonna forgive myself if that's the case...
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A/N: Sorry this chapter's so short, I've got a History paper to go write. I'll add more chapters later on, especially if I get a review (hint hint).
Disclaimer: Same as before.
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"Woe unto he who runs afoul of this town." - Unknown soul in Silent Hill
~ ~ ~ ~
(Rusty's POV)
Jimmy Buffet is still singing about Margaritaville, someplace I'd rather be right now. Hell I'd settle for the Rung Sat all over again for eternity just to know she's safe. I know Franks isn't gonna buy any excuse I give him for violating his explicit order that I stay where I was, doing nothing.
I decided I'd pop in some music while I drive down the road when my radio started emitting weird static. I grabbed my Jimmy Buffet CD and put it into the slot to play. It's only about fourteen hundred and the sky's turning dark. What the hell is going on around here?
I check my inner pockets of my coat where I have about four extra clips for my Smith and Wesson on me. As I approach the Silent Hill city limits I feel all the hairs on the back of my head sticking up. There's something seriously voodoo about this place and when I find Diane I'm gonna chew her out for taking a detour through a place that reeks of something just plain bad.
My headlights are still on as the sky takes its familiar overcast gray tone. I try Diane's cell phone again and get no answer. "Some people claim that there's a woman to blame..." I idly sing along, trying to suppress my worry.
Franks is gonna have my ass and I know it. Frankly right now I couldn't give two shakes of a.....SHIT!!!!!! What looks like a seven year old girl walking down the road causes me to swerve the car violently and nearly causes me to lose control and hit the side of a rocky wall.
I manage to avoid hitting the kid as I round the next bend in the road; I should be coming up on the town of Silent Hill. I catch sight of a red Mustang stopped alongside an embankment topped by a wire fence for some sort of livestock. I hear the plaintive bleating of goats on the hilltop. I slam the brakes on for the second time in ten minutes and pull up next to the car. I confirm that it is Diane's car right next to the embankment.
Now I know something's amiss. "Diane?" I shout into the air, "Where are you?"
The only answer I get is the bleating of a lousy goat. I walk up to her car. There's no sign of damage, I don't smell any leaking fluids or see any puddles near it. Why would she have abandoned her car even if it stalled out? Unless there's a house over the top of the hill and she went to call for help from there. But then I would have received some sort of call from her. Maybe I'm just being paranoid again...
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"Where am I?" Diane asked herself as she wandered through the halls of a completely unfamiliar building. The way it looked and smelled, it was a hospital of some sort. But there was something wrong. For one thing it was too quiet, it lacked the milling around, the hum of activity that a hospital usually would have. And there was something else, something she couldn't exactly explain. There was just something creepy and disturbing about this place.
"Are you OK hon?" asked a nurse as she walked into the room.
"I'm fine. Why am I here?" Diane asked.
"You had a little accident on the road." The nurse explained with a calm, completely placid and detached manner.
"Huh? No I didn't." Diane protested, "The last thing I remember was calling Rusty on my cell phone and...."
"This should help you sleep." The nurse said, grabbing Diane's right arm with surprising strength and injecting a syringe into the vein.
"What's going on?" Diane asked, "What accident..."
"Rest darling, answers are coming...." The nurse said in a soothingly calm voice as the young woman fell into a drug induced sleep. The voice suddenly changed into one retaining the calm tone but this time it had a rich almost demonic baritone, ".....But you're not going to like them at all."
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(An unknown POV)
He is here. I can feel his presence in the town. He is wandering, searching for the other. A new soul I can add to my menagerie to be mine for all of eternity. As she sleeps a dreamless sleep, I wait eagerly for the Half Eared one to come. I have waited for his arrival for centuries, though prophesy foretells his coming may hail my destruction. But if the other side of the coin is true, he will proliferate my presence far beyond the boundaries of this town.
He is an interesting soul to say the least. One exposed to darkness, yet he still yearns for the light. His soul is at a fork in the road. It can either surrender to the abyss heartache, strife and war have created for it or it can rise above it. If he chooses the latter option I will be forever damned, my portal to this world closed for eternity, my name forgotten.
The woman is the key, I discover. His feelings about her are strong, I can guess by his apparently rash actions of late. He appears to have said something about disobeying a direct order from his superiors to find her. His personality is such that he doesn't give up easily and will literally risk life and limb for this female. Quite a curious combination, an otherwise logical and rational man is pulled by emotion in this case to find one single human female. I think I just may have found myself in luck.
I shall amuse myself with the sleeping one first. It has been a long time since I've had anyone to toy around with. I was beginning to grow bored....
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Diane awoke to a start. What had once been a room in the hospital had taken a complete 180. The place felt creepy, no evil was more accurate, to begin with and now what lay beneath seemed to have arisen to the surface. Diane hugged her red fleece jacket close to her body, the chill not coming from the cold but more from something that had been making the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end since she was brought into the hospital.
As she walked out into the hallway she could hear the sound of a child crying. "Hello?" Diane shouted into the hall, "Where are you?"
"Over here." The pitiful little voice said.
"Stay where you are, I'll be right there." Diane replied. The floor beneath her feet had changed from linoleum to steel grating that sent eerie echoes through the bare concrete walls of the building that hummed with some sort of machinery noise.
"Who are you?" the child said.
"I'm here to help you." Diane replied, "Please, tell me what room you're in."
"I don't know where I am? I'm lost..."
'That makes two of us kid.' Diane thought, while she was out cold they must have put her purse and the contents of her pocket, including her cell phone somewhere else.
"I'm over here!" the child shouted. It was a girl, maybe seven or eight years of age, if the voice were any indication.
It was coming from a rusted metal door to Diane's right. She opened the door and saw a little girl wearing a tattered blue dress that was covered in grime and rust. A small dog chain wrapped around her left ankle and secured to the floor gave her about eight feet of walking distance. Diane took the little girl in her arms instinctively, and then recoiled. Something was wrong with the girl, she was just too calm for the distress she had been showing earlier.
'Poor things probably been kept like this for a week, maybe more. She must be in shock or maybe has Stockholm syndrome.' Diane thought, her criminal investigative instincts kicking in. There was a bad smell emanating from the child's ankle. Diane checked it while the little girl regarded her with adult eyes, certainly incongruous to her age. The chain had chafed away quite a bit of skin, leaving nasty welts and scarring around the area where it had been wrapped tightly six times. There was the smell of early infection.
"What's your name?" Diane asked the child softly. The girl stared at her for a minute, before answering.
"My name's Alessa." The child said, "What's yours?"
"Diane. Can you be a big girl for a minute Alessa? I'm going to get something to cut this chain with then I'll look after your ankle." Diane replied.
"Please stay here, Diane." Alessa begged.
"I'll come back for you. I need to get rid of that nasty chain on your foot. Who did this to you?" Diane asked.
"Please don't leave, the mean people are gonna come back if you don't stay." Alessa replied.
"I'm not gonna be gone long." Diane said, soothingly, "I'm gonna get some tools to cut the chain and some medicine for your cuts."
"No! Please! Don't go! DON'T GO!!!!!!" Alessa shrieked hysterically when Diane walked out into the hallway.
Diane walked through the hallway. She hadn't gotten more than ten feet when she tripped over something on the floor. It was her purse. Diane smiled to herself, though she didn't have bolt cutters in it, she at least had her cell phone, a mace spray can and her Colt .38 Detective Special with six rounds of ammunition in the chamber.
She hit the speed dial for Rusty and saw the signal go out. "Yes!!!" she said, quietly to herself.
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(Rusty's POV)
My cell phone just rang just now. I pick it up, "Puckett?"
"Rusty? Thank God. Where are you?"
"Diane? Just on the outskirts of town. I just found your car. Where are you?"
"Rusty, listen to me. I think I'm at Silent Hill hospital, but I'm not sure. Now I'm in some kind of weird industrial place." Diane said, "It's like a factory or something. I'm not really sure where I am."
"Diane, stay where you are." I reply, "I'm coming to get you."
"Rusty, wait, there's something else. There's a kidnapped girl down here, named Alessa. She's only seven years old. I'm gonna try to rescue her...." Diane replied. Damn you, don't put yourself in danger, I've got a real bad feeling about this place. But when she's set to do something, she does it, anything I say be damned.
"Diane, listen to me. Stay where you are and wait for me. There might be kidnappers around." I reply, "Are you armed?"
"I've got my .38 and my mace spray." Diane replies.
"Go find a room, lock yourself in and wait for me." I reply.
"Raoul Armand Puckett, are you implying I can't handle myself." Diane replies sharply. I've only done that a handful of times, and each time I know to back off.
"No, not at all, I'm just saying be careful. This kid could get you in over your head." I reply.
"Since when has risk ever stopped you?" Diane replies, she's still ticked off at me for my concern.
"Never, but..." I reply. I bite off my next remark. Just because she may not have my combat experience doesn't mean she can't handle herself, but I still worry about her.
"The last place I remember is Silent Hill Hospital. Wherever I am now, I don't know. I'm gonna try to help Alessa." Diane replies.
"I'm on my way, hang on!" I reply.
"Rusty, there's..." Diane replies. The reply is cut off by a sharp scream and a gunshot.
God damn it!!! She better be alright or I'm gonna tear those bastards into bloody shards. I try to start my car, but for some reason its seized up. I kick the engine block in frustration. Of all the times for this thing to do that, why now when Diane's very likely in trouble...Or God forbid dead. I'm never gonna forgive myself if that's the case...
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A/N: Sorry this chapter's so short, I've got a History paper to go write. I'll add more chapters later on, especially if I get a review (hint hint).