CHAPTER 7
Wyatt stared at the girl before in wonder and shock. Finally, he said, his voice shaky, fear dripping from every word, "I don't remember ever doing such a thing! How could I be punished for such a crime when I don't even remember!"
The little girl lowered her eyes to the knife that was in her tiny hands. "It was a long time ago...before you went here. You were in love with my mommy, but I didn't like you, and my mommy wouldn't be with you...you got mad and one day...you snuck into my room from my window and when I was sleeping, you put my pillow on my face until I stopped breathing...do you remember now?"
Wyatt was silent. His pupils became dilated as she told him the story. Memories flooded his brain, making his head hurt, but he ignored the pain. All he could was stare at the girl with horror in his eyes. "You're getting revenge on me for killing you?"
"Not just that..." There was a long moment of silence, before she continued, "You also hurt my mommy...she came to my room when you killing me, and you got scared and..."
"Oh my God...I killed her, too...I remember..." Wyatt then jumped out of his seat, knocking the girl to the ground, and he yelled, "You're not going to take me to Silent Hill, do you understand!? It was a long time ago, and I've already paid for my crimes! Go away and let me be, you monster!"
The girl stood to her feet and her eyes burned with anger. "No, you haven't paid-you're still alive! You'll pay when you're dead and if I don't take you to Silent Hill, somebody else will...you can't escape, Wyatt!"
Wyatt pushed the girl back onto the ground and pulled out his handgun and aimed at the child. "I can escape...and I will. I killed you once, and trust me, I can do it again." He pulled the trigger and a bullet passed through the dead girl's chest and out her back.
Heaving, she rose to her feet and scooted toward Wyatt. "you can't escape me, you can't..."
Wyatt released another bullet, then another. Still, the child scooted toward him, black blood pouring from her wounds onto the ground. "Die, dammit! I won't let you have me!!" He fired his gun until the girl fell, and she moved no more. He bent down and pressed the barrel against her forehead, staring coldly at her. "It was so easy the first time, I remember now...you're so small and weak, even in death, Christy...and now, you've died at my hands once again." Once more, he pulled the trigger, and the bullet went straight through her head and deep into the floor. Dark liquid drained from the wound.
Rising to his full height, Wyatt walked out of the room and closed the door behind him. He then knocked the knob off with his pipe and made his way down the hallway. Suddenly, he heard a strange noise. Like a deep, heaving breath. He looked around and saw nothing. Another noise followed; like a metal pipe hitting another pipe, loudly and echoing. Wyatt then looked down at his feet and he witnessed the floor deteriorate, showing rusty, mesh. The walls and the ceiling also morphed the same way and he jumped, trying to avoid it, but it reached out all over the hospital. He ran. There was a door at the end of the hall...a fire escape...he ran to the door, hoping and praying that it would open.
Wyatt collided into the door and shoved it open. Yes! There was a flight of stairs...he ran up them as fast his feet could carry him...further and further up he ran, until he reached the last door that led to the roof. Stopping to catch his breath, he looked at the door, the gray metal door. It led to his way out of this hellhole, he knew it, he just knew it! He pulled open the door and stepped out onto the roof.
It was foggy, such a deep fog. Wyatt could barely see his own feet. He gripped his pipe and strained his eyes, looking around him. It was quiet, and cold. His bare feet tapped the ground as he made his way to the center of the rooftop. Then, ahead of him, there stood a shadow. It was a woman. Wyatt could tell by the shape of her body and the way her flowed around her. "Hello?," he called out to her, walking faster, trying to reach her quickly.
There was a whisper in the wind. "Stay back...you're going to pay..." Wyatt paid no heed to the whispers that circled around his brain and we continued toward the woman, slowly beginning to see the outline of her dress-a white gown, torn and tattered, and stained.
When he reached her, he placed a hand on her shoulder-ice cold! Her dark hair flowed about her still frame and she slowly turned around. She had no face! Wyatt gasped and covered his mouth with his hand. No eyes, no mouth...just blank. Like a blank canvas. The whispers began to sound angry. "You killed her, my entire world, you killed her without a second thought! Then you killed me...violated me and killed me..."
"No...I've paid for my crimes! Let me live!," Wyatt cried out, tears of horror streaming down his dirty, grimy face. "Let me live, please...I've paid for my crimes..."
"Your crimes have gone unheeded...your memories were raped from you...you'll pay for those crimes, Wyatt..." The figure moved suddenly, and her arms embraced Wyatt in a death grip. "You'll pay for those crimes...Welcome to Silent Hill."
Wyatt felt his body turn cold. "No...no, please, no...pl..." His vision faded and everything became dark as his life slipped away from him.
"Welcome to Silent Hill, Wyatt...welcome to Hell."
Wyatt stared at the girl before in wonder and shock. Finally, he said, his voice shaky, fear dripping from every word, "I don't remember ever doing such a thing! How could I be punished for such a crime when I don't even remember!"
The little girl lowered her eyes to the knife that was in her tiny hands. "It was a long time ago...before you went here. You were in love with my mommy, but I didn't like you, and my mommy wouldn't be with you...you got mad and one day...you snuck into my room from my window and when I was sleeping, you put my pillow on my face until I stopped breathing...do you remember now?"
Wyatt was silent. His pupils became dilated as she told him the story. Memories flooded his brain, making his head hurt, but he ignored the pain. All he could was stare at the girl with horror in his eyes. "You're getting revenge on me for killing you?"
"Not just that..." There was a long moment of silence, before she continued, "You also hurt my mommy...she came to my room when you killing me, and you got scared and..."
"Oh my God...I killed her, too...I remember..." Wyatt then jumped out of his seat, knocking the girl to the ground, and he yelled, "You're not going to take me to Silent Hill, do you understand!? It was a long time ago, and I've already paid for my crimes! Go away and let me be, you monster!"
The girl stood to her feet and her eyes burned with anger. "No, you haven't paid-you're still alive! You'll pay when you're dead and if I don't take you to Silent Hill, somebody else will...you can't escape, Wyatt!"
Wyatt pushed the girl back onto the ground and pulled out his handgun and aimed at the child. "I can escape...and I will. I killed you once, and trust me, I can do it again." He pulled the trigger and a bullet passed through the dead girl's chest and out her back.
Heaving, she rose to her feet and scooted toward Wyatt. "you can't escape me, you can't..."
Wyatt released another bullet, then another. Still, the child scooted toward him, black blood pouring from her wounds onto the ground. "Die, dammit! I won't let you have me!!" He fired his gun until the girl fell, and she moved no more. He bent down and pressed the barrel against her forehead, staring coldly at her. "It was so easy the first time, I remember now...you're so small and weak, even in death, Christy...and now, you've died at my hands once again." Once more, he pulled the trigger, and the bullet went straight through her head and deep into the floor. Dark liquid drained from the wound.
Rising to his full height, Wyatt walked out of the room and closed the door behind him. He then knocked the knob off with his pipe and made his way down the hallway. Suddenly, he heard a strange noise. Like a deep, heaving breath. He looked around and saw nothing. Another noise followed; like a metal pipe hitting another pipe, loudly and echoing. Wyatt then looked down at his feet and he witnessed the floor deteriorate, showing rusty, mesh. The walls and the ceiling also morphed the same way and he jumped, trying to avoid it, but it reached out all over the hospital. He ran. There was a door at the end of the hall...a fire escape...he ran to the door, hoping and praying that it would open.
Wyatt collided into the door and shoved it open. Yes! There was a flight of stairs...he ran up them as fast his feet could carry him...further and further up he ran, until he reached the last door that led to the roof. Stopping to catch his breath, he looked at the door, the gray metal door. It led to his way out of this hellhole, he knew it, he just knew it! He pulled open the door and stepped out onto the roof.
It was foggy, such a deep fog. Wyatt could barely see his own feet. He gripped his pipe and strained his eyes, looking around him. It was quiet, and cold. His bare feet tapped the ground as he made his way to the center of the rooftop. Then, ahead of him, there stood a shadow. It was a woman. Wyatt could tell by the shape of her body and the way her flowed around her. "Hello?," he called out to her, walking faster, trying to reach her quickly.
There was a whisper in the wind. "Stay back...you're going to pay..." Wyatt paid no heed to the whispers that circled around his brain and we continued toward the woman, slowly beginning to see the outline of her dress-a white gown, torn and tattered, and stained.
When he reached her, he placed a hand on her shoulder-ice cold! Her dark hair flowed about her still frame and she slowly turned around. She had no face! Wyatt gasped and covered his mouth with his hand. No eyes, no mouth...just blank. Like a blank canvas. The whispers began to sound angry. "You killed her, my entire world, you killed her without a second thought! Then you killed me...violated me and killed me..."
"No...I've paid for my crimes! Let me live!," Wyatt cried out, tears of horror streaming down his dirty, grimy face. "Let me live, please...I've paid for my crimes..."
"Your crimes have gone unheeded...your memories were raped from you...you'll pay for those crimes, Wyatt..." The figure moved suddenly, and her arms embraced Wyatt in a death grip. "You'll pay for those crimes...Welcome to Silent Hill."
Wyatt felt his body turn cold. "No...no, please, no...pl..." His vision faded and everything became dark as his life slipped away from him.
"Welcome to Silent Hill, Wyatt...welcome to Hell."
