Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh! Or Silent Hill 3 so don't sue me.
Authoress notes:I'll try not TO make sure I'm not making her to much like Heather I've added in a few
lines of dialoge, mainly after her first monster encounter. I think Yami is going
to be douglas. He seems best suited for the part. And of course with the description I've managed to model my writing style after S.D. Perry who wrote the novelizations of the Resident Evil Games. They kept me busy for day's reading them. I read City of the Dead in like two days.
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Chapter 1: End of Small sanctuary
Danielle awoke with a start falling over her chair. She must have fallen asleep.
But in a cafe? Of all places? The red sunlight streamed through the blinds. The sounds
of Ambulances, people walking and chating happily filled her senses. Pleasant smells and
such. Everything that had just happened had been a dream. Well more like a nightmare..
"What a nightmare." Danielle moaned. Tucking the pendant her father gave her inside the body
warmer jacket she wore and rising hesisitantly to her feet.
The mall was strangely deserted. and ominous chill ran up her spine as she dialed the
phone. "Dad? It's me. Yeah." She smiled softly to herself at the sound of him on the other
line "Sorry I didn't call sooner. Yeah, I guess I was. Anyway I'm coming home now. Oh, I
didn't get that thing you asked me to. Okay. Okay, I will. I love you too dad." She smiled softly
hanging the phone up. Brushing a lose strand of red hair behind her ear and beginging to walk away. Before she could though she felt someone watching her. Well you know that feeling you get when someone's behind you? Yeah that.
Standing behind her was a tall thin man his hair spiked up, the tips magenta, his bangs and several strands of it were also blonde standing out against the thick black. He wore a pair of khaki pants and a white button up with a fadded brown trench coat. Their eyes meet for a few minutes. 'Somethings wrong. I know it.' Danielle thought to herself before turning to go. She never wore boots or at least boots with heels because it made it easier to run, and also since she was somewhat of a klutz it was just a way that she wouldn't fall and kill herself. However this posed a problem as she neared
the womens bathroom she relized something about her 'strange' pursuer. He was still following her.
"Danielle. " He spoke softly his voice deep and rich his crimson eyes narrowed strangely. "I need to speak with you.
My name is Yami Motou. I'm a detective." He added the last part in as if it would change something.
Danielle glared once again at him he should know that if she had been carrying a can of pepper spray
she wouldn't have been afraid to use it on him. But the oly thing she was carrying at the moment
were her pendant and a small pocket knife. And pulling a knife in a public place, well she had
a bad temper but she knew what was stupid and what wasn't. So she simply chose to speak in her
most 'And this matters because?' voice. "A detective?" She put on a fake smile although slightly
worried at the moment. What if he didn't stop? She had the knife, but would she really be
brave enough to use it? "Really? Well nice talking to ya." She walked on. A few steps later however
he was still following her.
"Hold on. There's someone who wants to meet you." He spoke again letting his trench coat fly
back in a magestic fashion. "Just let me have an hour, no half an hour of your time." She was getting
sick to her stomach. Perhaps she should just go with him? No that would probably get her killed.
But then again she probably would be if she didn't come with him. She turned around feeling the lump
rising in her throat. "My Daddy always told me not to talk to strangers." She almost yelled feeling
her voice breaking but it was barely noticeable. She was scared. More than she probaly should have
been. Yami spoke once more "This is very important." He said seriously. "It's about your birth."
She forze not exactly understanding. She had heard her father talking to someone about it and when
they had mentioned it he had gotten angry. But if this was a talk about the birds and the bees
then she had no intrest in it so she voiced her opinion. "I'm not interested." She said before
walking forewards once more. She rounded the corner in front of the womens bathrooms where she had
been heading all along. "Are you still following me? Do I have to scream?" She looked back giving her
best glare. Trying not to act to afraid. He held up his hands and spoke in a rather embarassed
manner "Sorry. I'll wait here." He said as she slammed the door. For some reason. Yami got the feeling
she wouldn't be coming out.
And if Yami had been guessing then he would have been right. Danielle entered the womens
restroom and looked at the mirror. An ornate symbol was draw in red on it. Three circles, draw
inside an outer circle which was draw in another circle the center of them filled with ornate writing.
Gentley she placed her hand on it before stepping back as it glowed softly. 'Damn it.' She thought to herself as a soft pounding slowly filled her head. 'What is this symbol? I've seen it before haven't I?' She asked herself softly as she touched the symbol. and cowered back her head throbbing like she had just been run over by an 18 wheeler and then it blew up inside her head. "Damn it." She muttered to herself turning away from the mirror. Perhaps she needed to rest? but then again she could go back outside because that weird detective guy was out there. "And something tell's me not to trust him." She muttered to herself as slowly the wheel's in her head turned and she looked to the window in the bathroom. Perhaps just maybe...
Bad idea number 1 on a big list of bed idea's asking someone who tripped over her own two feet and couldn't walk and chew bubble gum at the same time to climb out a window. tossing one leg over the other growling softly Danielle attempted to push herself enough to get the rest of her body out of the window. In a none too nimble effort at doing said task she managed to get into the window which was barely larger than her own waist without dislocating anything the red head was now face with the task of getting down. "Oh Joy this is just not by day." She mumbled to herself as she attempted to place her feet on a nearby trash can... THUNK. The can slipped out from under her feet, she lost her grip and landed with said Thunk on the pathment. "Ouch!" she grumbled before standing up and dusting the back of her plaid skirt off. checking to see if anything was damaged of if the alleyway held any new threats she looked around. Nothing, it was as if everyone had just vanished. A thick fog surrouned her making her feel uneasy numerous crates were the only thing to populate the alleyway and not a sound emerged from beyond the fence but sitting there in the middle of the alleyway extremely out of place.. was a lone white van. "Geez she remarked to herself looking around rather frantically. "Where is everybody?"
Authoress notes:I'll try not TO make sure I'm not making her to much like Heather I've added in a few
lines of dialoge, mainly after her first monster encounter. I think Yami is going
to be douglas. He seems best suited for the part. And of course with the description I've managed to model my writing style after S.D. Perry who wrote the novelizations of the Resident Evil Games. They kept me busy for day's reading them. I read City of the Dead in like two days.
______________________________________________________________________
Chapter 1: End of Small sanctuary
Danielle awoke with a start falling over her chair. She must have fallen asleep.
But in a cafe? Of all places? The red sunlight streamed through the blinds. The sounds
of Ambulances, people walking and chating happily filled her senses. Pleasant smells and
such. Everything that had just happened had been a dream. Well more like a nightmare..
"What a nightmare." Danielle moaned. Tucking the pendant her father gave her inside the body
warmer jacket she wore and rising hesisitantly to her feet.
The mall was strangely deserted. and ominous chill ran up her spine as she dialed the
phone. "Dad? It's me. Yeah." She smiled softly to herself at the sound of him on the other
line "Sorry I didn't call sooner. Yeah, I guess I was. Anyway I'm coming home now. Oh, I
didn't get that thing you asked me to. Okay. Okay, I will. I love you too dad." She smiled softly
hanging the phone up. Brushing a lose strand of red hair behind her ear and beginging to walk away. Before she could though she felt someone watching her. Well you know that feeling you get when someone's behind you? Yeah that.
Standing behind her was a tall thin man his hair spiked up, the tips magenta, his bangs and several strands of it were also blonde standing out against the thick black. He wore a pair of khaki pants and a white button up with a fadded brown trench coat. Their eyes meet for a few minutes. 'Somethings wrong. I know it.' Danielle thought to herself before turning to go. She never wore boots or at least boots with heels because it made it easier to run, and also since she was somewhat of a klutz it was just a way that she wouldn't fall and kill herself. However this posed a problem as she neared
the womens bathroom she relized something about her 'strange' pursuer. He was still following her.
"Danielle. " He spoke softly his voice deep and rich his crimson eyes narrowed strangely. "I need to speak with you.
My name is Yami Motou. I'm a detective." He added the last part in as if it would change something.
Danielle glared once again at him he should know that if she had been carrying a can of pepper spray
she wouldn't have been afraid to use it on him. But the oly thing she was carrying at the moment
were her pendant and a small pocket knife. And pulling a knife in a public place, well she had
a bad temper but she knew what was stupid and what wasn't. So she simply chose to speak in her
most 'And this matters because?' voice. "A detective?" She put on a fake smile although slightly
worried at the moment. What if he didn't stop? She had the knife, but would she really be
brave enough to use it? "Really? Well nice talking to ya." She walked on. A few steps later however
he was still following her.
"Hold on. There's someone who wants to meet you." He spoke again letting his trench coat fly
back in a magestic fashion. "Just let me have an hour, no half an hour of your time." She was getting
sick to her stomach. Perhaps she should just go with him? No that would probably get her killed.
But then again she probably would be if she didn't come with him. She turned around feeling the lump
rising in her throat. "My Daddy always told me not to talk to strangers." She almost yelled feeling
her voice breaking but it was barely noticeable. She was scared. More than she probaly should have
been. Yami spoke once more "This is very important." He said seriously. "It's about your birth."
She forze not exactly understanding. She had heard her father talking to someone about it and when
they had mentioned it he had gotten angry. But if this was a talk about the birds and the bees
then she had no intrest in it so she voiced her opinion. "I'm not interested." She said before
walking forewards once more. She rounded the corner in front of the womens bathrooms where she had
been heading all along. "Are you still following me? Do I have to scream?" She looked back giving her
best glare. Trying not to act to afraid. He held up his hands and spoke in a rather embarassed
manner "Sorry. I'll wait here." He said as she slammed the door. For some reason. Yami got the feeling
she wouldn't be coming out.
And if Yami had been guessing then he would have been right. Danielle entered the womens
restroom and looked at the mirror. An ornate symbol was draw in red on it. Three circles, draw
inside an outer circle which was draw in another circle the center of them filled with ornate writing.
Gentley she placed her hand on it before stepping back as it glowed softly. 'Damn it.' She thought to herself as a soft pounding slowly filled her head. 'What is this symbol? I've seen it before haven't I?' She asked herself softly as she touched the symbol. and cowered back her head throbbing like she had just been run over by an 18 wheeler and then it blew up inside her head. "Damn it." She muttered to herself turning away from the mirror. Perhaps she needed to rest? but then again she could go back outside because that weird detective guy was out there. "And something tell's me not to trust him." She muttered to herself as slowly the wheel's in her head turned and she looked to the window in the bathroom. Perhaps just maybe...
Bad idea number 1 on a big list of bed idea's asking someone who tripped over her own two feet and couldn't walk and chew bubble gum at the same time to climb out a window. tossing one leg over the other growling softly Danielle attempted to push herself enough to get the rest of her body out of the window. In a none too nimble effort at doing said task she managed to get into the window which was barely larger than her own waist without dislocating anything the red head was now face with the task of getting down. "Oh Joy this is just not by day." She mumbled to herself as she attempted to place her feet on a nearby trash can... THUNK. The can slipped out from under her feet, she lost her grip and landed with said Thunk on the pathment. "Ouch!" she grumbled before standing up and dusting the back of her plaid skirt off. checking to see if anything was damaged of if the alleyway held any new threats she looked around. Nothing, it was as if everyone had just vanished. A thick fog surrouned her making her feel uneasy numerous crates were the only thing to populate the alleyway and not a sound emerged from beyond the fence but sitting there in the middle of the alleyway extremely out of place.. was a lone white van. "Geez she remarked to herself looking around rather frantically. "Where is everybody?"