Silent Hill: Darkness rising
Foreword: Silent Hill and all Silent Hill characters are property of Konami inc.
Chapter 3: Central Silent Hell
Oz peered in through the front glass doors of the police station, he couldn't see anyone inside. " Anyone inside?" Gohlke asked as he laid Couri down on a nearby bench. Oz shook his head and pulled the Browning out from his pocket. " Stand back." He said as he aimed for the lock. They all took a step back from the door BLAM BLAM The shots tore into the lock, dismantling it off on door. All there remained now was a smoking jagged hole. Oz walked over and yanked the door open freely. He stepped inside the quiet empty building as the mist slowly poured in. " Hello?" He called out, no one answered him back. The only things he could see in the room were a counter, a door on his right and left and behind the counter a wooden partition with glass on the top. Oz couldn't see through the glass but he had the odd feeling someone was watching him. He tried the door on his right and it was jammed, the knob wouldn't turn. He walked across the small lobby and tried the other door. It opened and Oz found himself in a smaller office. Behind him Alex and Gohlke carrying Couri yet again walked into the lobby. The office Oz had stepped into was small. There was a desk crowded with papers sitting in front of the window. Next to it sitting in front of the wall opposite the door was another desk with a typewriter and various folders and papers scattered across it, next to it was a metal with a glass front bookcase, containing volumes of jargon filled police text. Next to the door was a chalkboard, covered in markings related to a supposed local drug racket. Something about Dealer equals supplier and gibberish like that. It looked like some one had been there, lying on the floor in the middle of the room was a note written on a small piece of paper. It was one of those specialty note pad papers, the kind you could buy with a seal or something on it. This one had the Silent Hill Police department logo on it. A note was written on it in capital letters, it read; Coroner seals called today, It appeared that in the autopsy that Det. Gucci died of a heart attack. However previous records showed that Gucci showed no signs of heart failure. Oz was puzzeled by this, what did it mean? Obviously someone wanted him to find it, just like how he found his guns in the Gremlin even though he had left them at home. Alex walked up to him and read over his shoulder. " What's the purpose of this?" He asked reading the note. " It looked like one of their detectives died of a heart attack." Oz said flipping the paper over and finding nothing on the back. " And apparently he never showed signs of a history of heart attacks." " So what does it mean?" Gohlke asked walking into the room, he had left Couri lying on a bench in the lobby. " I don't know." Oz said scratching his head and looking at the note. " This board right here points to a investigation in the local drug racket. So maybe this Detective Gucci got in the way of the people pushing the drugs, and they killed him." " So wait how do you stimulate a heart attack?" Alex asked. " Well I think there is a drug for that." Oz replied. " I forgot it's name, either that or electric shock." The two noticed Gohlke was staring intently at the chalkboard. " What is it man?" Alex asked. " White Claudia." Golhlke replied. " White Claudia?" Oz asked. " What is that? Some sort of Goth Metal band?" " No it's a ceremonial plant." Gohlke replied. " Used in a lot of ceremonies said to revive the fallen angel Samael. It's not really my field of expertise on the occult, but I know a little about it." " Oh." Alex replied. " So what form does it come in?" " Oh it's manufactured the same way cocaine is." Gohlke replied. " Except in a ceremony you burn it like an incense. You could also pass it off as coke, and snort it without fatality. But from what I hear it's a hallucination stimulant, and it's very addicting. So basically if you give someone this White Claudia they would basically be under your command." Oz looked out the window into the fog, still not being able to see anything. But he still had that feeling of being watched. Alex walked over to the desk and pulled open a drawer searching it. He reached in and pulled out a box of 9mm's. He handed it to Oz. " Shame we can't find any .38's." He said placing the box in Oz's hand. " Your fine for right now." Oz replied putting the box in his pocket. " The box you have is 150 count, so you shouldn't worry as long as you don't fire like this is an action movie anymore." Gohlke picked up a set of keys off the counter and looked at the tag on them. He smirked. " What is it?" Oz asked him. " Wanna a ride outta here?" He asked holding up the keys, on it they were marked CAR 32. Outside the cop car wouldn't start. Just like Oz's Gremlin. Oz sighed and smacked his forehead against the steering wheel and sighed. " Well maybe there was a lightning storm." Alex said. " And a bolt hit all the cars and they died." " No, it's impossible." Gohlke said, shifting Couri's weight on his shoulder. " Even in a small town like this it's impossible." " So what do we do now?" Alex asked. " Were stuck all alone in this ghost town, with some pyscho maniac on the loose probably. And we've no way out of here." " No we could always hoof it." Oz said holding up the map. " Bachman road leads up to route 45, which leads over to another town called Brahms." " Sounds good." Gohlke said. " But hand me that shotgun." He pointed to the pump action sitting next to the seat. Oz pulled the keys out of the ignition, and reached down unlocking the 12 gauge from it's locking rack. He handed it to Gohlke, who accepted it and looked it over. He racked a shell into the gun, and nodded looking it over. " Sure you can handle that and carrying Couri?" Oz asked getting out of the cruiser. " Because if not we could always find a hacksaw and saw it off for you." " No I'll be able to handle it for now." He said as they started walking again. They were going to head across the bridge over to Bachman Road and hopefully get out of town. " So what model do you think that is Oz?" Alex asked eyeing the shotgun. " I think it's a Remmington 870." Oz said as they got to the foot of the bridge. " Mainly because of the design." " You think anyone is left in this town?" Gohlke asked. " I don't know." Oz replied as they set foot on the metal grating of the bridge. " But I keep getting this strange feeling something is watching us." Just then the small radio in Alex's pocket erupted with static. They all stopped on the middle of the bridge, as Alex pulled the device from his coat. " You think it's another one of those skinless dogs?" He asked looking at the radio. " The static sounds different though." Gohlke replied. Somewhere near the Old Silent Hill side of the bridge something was moving towards them. It was making a scraping sound, like a knife on steel. The thing started coming into view, and it was pretty big. The thing stood a good 7 feet tall, probably because of the weird pyramid shape on its head. Or is that it's head? The thing walked closer towards them and Oz could make out what it looked like. It wore a blood stained apron and black combat boots. The pyramid thing it wore on it's head was splattered in blood, as well as the knife it carried. " Holy shit check out that knife." Gohlke whispered in awe, He was right. It looked more like a sword more that a knife and it was covered in a smear of a copper stain. Which was dried blood. The creature stopped, and looked at them oddly. The trio looked back at it. An ear splitting shriek erupted from the cheap radio, making it rattle in the pocket of Alex's jacket. Oz turned to Alex wondering what the hell was going on. " Holy Shit." Gohlke said. He raised his shotgun racking a shell into the chamber and fired form the hip. BLAM! The gun jerked back in his hands from the recoil. Gohlke was pretty big so the recoil didn't knock him back as much. Oz looked back at the Pyramid head thing. He could see tiny pellets of shot imbedded in the bloodstained helmet. The thing never even flinched, as it kept moving towards them. " The hell!?" Gohlke screamed as he racked another round. He was finding it a bit hard to hold Couri up on his shoulder, while operating the pump on the shotgun. Oz and Alex readied their handguns as the thing got closer and closer towards them. " FIRE!" Oz shouted at Alex. They pulled the triggers on their weapons, the sounds of .38 specials and 9mm automatics rang out in the empty silence as they pumped round after round into the freak that stood before them. Sparks flew off the metal bloodstained helmet as round after round smacked into it. The thing stumbled back a bit. It looked hurt, seeing as blood started oozing from wounds in its abdomen. Oz and Alex absentmindedly continued pulling the triggers on their weapons, each resonating with a dry fire click. Gohlke had finally stopped fiddling with the pump on his shotgun and fired it at the creature. WHAM! The bloodstained helmet flew off and landed on the bridge with a metal thud. The thing stumbled back and landed on its back. Gohlke let Couri slide off his shoulder. She fell to the ground gently and landed on his side. Gohlke racked another shell into the chamber, the used shell fell to the metal bridge with a pop. " What are you doing man?" Alex asked as Gohlke approached the body. " Hang back I'm going to see who it is." Gohlke replied. The gun was tucked to his shoulder, the muzzle pointing to the ground S.W.A.T. style. He walked up to the body and examined the face that was now un-shrouded by the helmet. What he saw shocked Michael Gohlke, and would inevitably haunt his dreams forever. The unshaven face. The Black uncombed messy hair. The dark rings under his eyes. It was like looking into a mirror. Gohlke's mind pondered. The glassy eyes stared up into the white unforgiving skies. Gohlke dropped to his knees, gasping noises came from his throat. The shotgun clattered on the metal bridge beside him. From a few yards away, as Alex and Oz reloaded their weapons. They could see Gohlke grabbing a fistful of hair on both sides of his head, his head was lowered. And they could hear him crying. For the face of the creature with the gigantic knife, was none other than the face of Michael Gohlke himself. Sirens began playing, and their world went black. TO BE CONTINUED