Robyn was trapped in the confines of her own mind, under the influence of
another person... Sarah.
Sarah knew Silent Hill like the back of her hand, and was already on her way to the one place she knew Karl Mörder would go in a situation like this... To his hideout at the cemetery.
Robyn noticed, through the window of her mind, that the monsters ignored Sarah as if she were one of them. By now there were hundreds of beats either wandering the streets, or flying through the air. Although none of them were particularly big, the copious amounts of them, was what worried Robyn.
Sarah walked over to a nearby, green pick-up truck, climbed in, and sat down comfortably. She looked in the rear-view mirror so that she was gazing at Robyn,
"I know by now you're thinking that I'm stupid to try and drive a vehicle in this dead-zone. But I think this is a perfect time for a demonstration of my abilities" she said.
Sarah held her hand up to her reflection. Her fingernails started to sharpen, and lengthen, until the ends were tiny, razor-sharp needles worthy of killing someone. She put one of the nails into the ignition, and jiggled her finger around a little. There was a click, and a roar, as the pick-up sprung to life.
Sarah looked back at her reflection,
"See?" she mocked, "I've only regained this body for two seconds, and I'm already putting it to better use than you"
The truck started driving so fast, that even Robyn felt the force of its speed. Bu the looks of things, Sarah had no wish in keeping the monsters alive, and freely ran them down if they got in her way.
Night was falling on Silent Hill again. The stars had pulled back the pink veil of clouds, and peeked shiningly down upon the hell-bitten town. Robyn had decided that sitting around, watching what Sarah was doing, was not going to help her at all, and she needed to find a way out of the confines of her own insanity.
First of all, she started to try and pull the window open, but there were bent nails hammered, and rusted all around the frame, so she tried to smash the glass. But, instead of the glass smashing, there was just an intense pain on Robyn's head every time she tried.
By now, Sarah had parked up outside the cemetery, and had pulled an automatic-pistol from the glove compartment, which she loaded masterfully as she leapt from the truck.
"Using your body, I'm going to commit many murders" Sarah admitted, "Including your mother, your father, your brother, and that little witch, Laura, who you seem to care about so much. But, first of all, I want to do something for my sake..."
She approached a tomb-entrance, which she pulled open, and stepped inside. Robyn was bombarded by the smell of dead flesh, and rotting corpses. But the sight beyond the window did not fit the schema of the smell. Instead, Karl Mörder sat at a small desk under a lamp, trying to recreate some kind of idol. Robyn saw Sarah raise the gun to his face,
"Karl" she said, "The one who took me in as a father so long ago... and then betrayed me, all under the influence of blood-relation. Well, I'm back now, and I'm going to get what I've wanted for all these years"
There was a clunk from inside the same room as Robyn; she turned to see a bloodied hammer lying in the middle of the pitch-black floor. She quickly picked up the hammer, and started prying the nails from the doorframe, listening as Karl tried to reason with Sarah.
If Robyn was quick, she might have been able to escape the clutches of her evil alter ego, and save Karl's life, thus being owed a favour by him, so that she could be reunited with James and Laura, once again...
She opened the window and jumped through. There was an awful feeling of pure weightlessness, as if hooks were pulling her along all over her body. Her feet landed with a bang, and she opened her eyes...
... Robyn was too late. Although she'd somehow regained her body due to mysterious forces in her mind, she was unable to stop the murder of Karl Mörder. Now she stood, staring at him, not knowing what to do.
Her head started to pound, and she collapsed into a lifeless heap on the floor, fast asleep... And another Nightmare writhed in her mind.
Sarah knew Silent Hill like the back of her hand, and was already on her way to the one place she knew Karl Mörder would go in a situation like this... To his hideout at the cemetery.
Robyn noticed, through the window of her mind, that the monsters ignored Sarah as if she were one of them. By now there were hundreds of beats either wandering the streets, or flying through the air. Although none of them were particularly big, the copious amounts of them, was what worried Robyn.
Sarah walked over to a nearby, green pick-up truck, climbed in, and sat down comfortably. She looked in the rear-view mirror so that she was gazing at Robyn,
"I know by now you're thinking that I'm stupid to try and drive a vehicle in this dead-zone. But I think this is a perfect time for a demonstration of my abilities" she said.
Sarah held her hand up to her reflection. Her fingernails started to sharpen, and lengthen, until the ends were tiny, razor-sharp needles worthy of killing someone. She put one of the nails into the ignition, and jiggled her finger around a little. There was a click, and a roar, as the pick-up sprung to life.
Sarah looked back at her reflection,
"See?" she mocked, "I've only regained this body for two seconds, and I'm already putting it to better use than you"
The truck started driving so fast, that even Robyn felt the force of its speed. Bu the looks of things, Sarah had no wish in keeping the monsters alive, and freely ran them down if they got in her way.
Night was falling on Silent Hill again. The stars had pulled back the pink veil of clouds, and peeked shiningly down upon the hell-bitten town. Robyn had decided that sitting around, watching what Sarah was doing, was not going to help her at all, and she needed to find a way out of the confines of her own insanity.
First of all, she started to try and pull the window open, but there were bent nails hammered, and rusted all around the frame, so she tried to smash the glass. But, instead of the glass smashing, there was just an intense pain on Robyn's head every time she tried.
By now, Sarah had parked up outside the cemetery, and had pulled an automatic-pistol from the glove compartment, which she loaded masterfully as she leapt from the truck.
"Using your body, I'm going to commit many murders" Sarah admitted, "Including your mother, your father, your brother, and that little witch, Laura, who you seem to care about so much. But, first of all, I want to do something for my sake..."
She approached a tomb-entrance, which she pulled open, and stepped inside. Robyn was bombarded by the smell of dead flesh, and rotting corpses. But the sight beyond the window did not fit the schema of the smell. Instead, Karl Mörder sat at a small desk under a lamp, trying to recreate some kind of idol. Robyn saw Sarah raise the gun to his face,
"Karl" she said, "The one who took me in as a father so long ago... and then betrayed me, all under the influence of blood-relation. Well, I'm back now, and I'm going to get what I've wanted for all these years"
There was a clunk from inside the same room as Robyn; she turned to see a bloodied hammer lying in the middle of the pitch-black floor. She quickly picked up the hammer, and started prying the nails from the doorframe, listening as Karl tried to reason with Sarah.
If Robyn was quick, she might have been able to escape the clutches of her evil alter ego, and save Karl's life, thus being owed a favour by him, so that she could be reunited with James and Laura, once again...
She opened the window and jumped through. There was an awful feeling of pure weightlessness, as if hooks were pulling her along all over her body. Her feet landed with a bang, and she opened her eyes...
... Robyn was too late. Although she'd somehow regained her body due to mysterious forces in her mind, she was unable to stop the murder of Karl Mörder. Now she stood, staring at him, not knowing what to do.
Her head started to pound, and she collapsed into a lifeless heap on the floor, fast asleep... And another Nightmare writhed in her mind.