CHAPTER THREE

Dr. Smith looked closely at a series of videos that had been recorded in Wyatt's room. There was much static and it was hard to see much of anything. There were flashes of images showing Wyatt asleep, rather peacefully. Dr. Smith assumed it was due to the morphine. Then, there was anoth flash; fuzz. Dr. Smith tapped the top of the tv screen, not improving it. He could then hear low, muffled voices, like the voices of children. He heard feet tapping the tiled floors, but still could see nothing. "What in the world?," he muttered, scratching his chin.

There was a scratch, like fingernails on a chalkboard and Dr. Smith cringed. The TV screen went back to normal, but the room seemed totally changed. Instead of starch white, the walls were a rusty color, and the floor looked much like mesh. Wyatt's bedsheets were stained, with what appeared to be dried blood and grime. "What's going on here?," he asked, anger rising in his voice. "Somebody switched tapes!"

That's when he saw her-the little girl. She paced back in forth along the floor, looking at Wyatt's bed, walking in a rather robotic motion, her head shaking sharply every now and then. She held a knife in her hands, her hands enfolded on her chest. She then jumped onto Wyatt's chest and touched his forehead. There was no sound, but the fear in Wyatt's eyes told Dr. Smith everything. "Oh my God!...Wyatt...was attacked, but not by monsters!..."

"It was me," said a small voice. "I did it to him."

Dr. Smith looked sharply at the direction the voice came from. There stood a little girl with dark hair and dark eyes. She looked worn out, her hair was matted and sticking to her face in places, her skin was pale, but stained with grime and dried blood. It was the little girl from the video. Dr. Smith felt the air around him become unbearably cold and he shivered madly, his steamy breath rising from an opened mouth. "What are you doing here? Who are you?"

The girl giggled. "You don't know? Mr. Ward didn't kill himself silly...it was me. Don't interfere with Wyatt! He's a bad man, and bad men get punished."

"Bad man? What are you talking about? ...You killed Dr. Ward!?"

"Dr. Ward is a bad man for helping Wyatt...you're a bad man for helping Wyatt..." The little girl crawled onto Dr. Smith's lap and wrapped her soft, rotted arms around his neck, her fingers twirling in his long ponytail. "Bad men get punished, and people who help bad men get punished."

Dr. Smith cringed. He could smell the stench of death strong in her and her skin was ice cold and burned his neck. Her breath oozed against his cheek, and crawled into his nose, making him nearly gag and vomit. "I'm not a bad man...I just want to know why Wyatt is being--punished. Why are you punishing him?"

The girl sighed, looking at the knife that lay neatly across her legs. "Wyatt was a very bad man, he was. I'm going to punish him...Silent Hill is taking him...Silent Hill is taking you all." She then clutched the handle and her eyes shot up at Dr. Smith. They were bloodshot and piercing- the eyes of an angered spirit, full of rage and unquenchable hatred for all those that still lived. "Silent Hill is taking you all- AND I'M BRINGING YOU THERE!" She ran the knife's sharp edge cleanly across Dr. Smith's neck, his thick blood trickling down from the wound and down his chest, his head dropping back and to the side. The little girl hugged him, her already stained dress becoming much more so. "Welcome to Silent Hill."

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Wyatt opened his eyes feebly. The bondages that held him to his bed had been cut loose-with a knife, it looked like. Wyatt dismissed it and sat up, wiping his eyes. When they had adjusted, he looked about him. The starch white walls reflected the lights, hurting his eyes. He crawled out of the bed and stodd on the cold, tiled floor. Glancing once more at his bed, he turned to the door and turned the handle slowly, whish he was shocked to discover it was unlocked. The window on the door was blackened, so he couldn't see out, but he slowly pushed it open, finding himself in a whole other world. The walls, floor, and ceiling were a rust color, and in places, metal mesh showed through.

He looked behind him at his hospital room. "This is strange," he muttered. He walked back inside, looking through the shelves on a counter in the room, finding a scalpel and a small flashlight. "These oughta come in handy," he said, walking back into the hallway, clicking the flashlight on, holding the scalpel tightly in his hand.

The halls were empty, but in the distance, he could hear a noise like a pipe scraping on the ground, occasionally hitting the walls. Wyatt decided to avoid that particular end of the hallway, walking slowly, keeping his shoulder to the wall. He couldn't help but feel like he knew this place- the hospital, obviously, but he felt like this was also a completely other place, somewhere he'd never been, but somewhere he knew. Deep in his mind, he knew where he was, but yet, he could not put a name to this place. He kept trudging along the wall, hoping to find a fire exit so he could get out of the hospital.

No nurses or doctors patrolled the hospital hallways. Wyatt assumed the worst-the monsters killed them all. He then spotted a door to his left. He tried to turn the handle, but the lock had been broken. He pushed on the door, but it wouldn't budge. Suddenly, from behind him, something hit his side-hard. He sprawled on the ground, looking up at what had hit him. It was a nurse-at least, it had the clothing of a nurse. He held up his hands, blocking a blow to his head, catching the pipe she held. She stumbled, and Wyatt shined the light of his flashlight at her, showing the area where her face would have been. It was blank and looked rather cloth- like, like a rag doll, and it was stained. Blood stains, obviously. Wyatt looked at his new weapon in his hands-a thick metal pipe. He grinned and swung it, knocking the monster in the head, sending her off her feet and skidding down the hallway. He then limped over to her, clutching his side and swung once more, killing her/it.

Wyatt breathed heavily. "It's different this time," he panted. "I wasn't able to kill the bastards the other times." He smiled and chuckled to himself, still holding onto the pipe. "I can kill them now. I can get the hell out of here, finally!"