Innocent Guilt
A Silent Hill Fan Fiction By Invader-Zam4
Disclaimer: Silent Hill and all related trademarks are property of Konami. Please don't sue me. I don't have any money.
Arc One: The Inspiration
(huff...huff...huff)
I walked passed that creepy cemetery. Thankfully, no evil zombies came out of the graves to eat my brain. Man, this town is so eerily quiet. It is making me REALLY uncomfortable. As I approached the entrance of the cemetery, I saw a figure. It was a woman. She was probably as old as dad is. She wore this nice white sundress. She had these piercing blue eyes and blonde hair. I had a strange feeling I saw her somewhere before. As I approached, my footsteps cracked a few leaves. At least...I think they were leaves. I really can't see below my feet. The mist is really thick and it covered my feet. Anyway, that gave me away. She smiled when she saw me. Strange...there was something mysterious in her smile. It wasn't like the Mona Lisa's smile mysterious, its just...I really think I know her.
"Why hello there young man."
"Uh...hi"
"Hmm...I haven't seen you around here before. Are you new?"
"Um...yeah. I just came actually. I had to walk, the tunnels busted."
"Tunnel? Oh yes. That one. So you came down the stairs and through the graveyard in the middle of this fog? You must want to get to this town badly."
"Um...I guess so."
"What's your name, young man?"
"I'm Jake. Jake Sunderland."
"My name is Renee. Renee Gates."
Nice name.
"Um...Ms. Gates?" I hesitantly asked. "What are you doing here all alone? Are you an undertaker or something?"
She laughed a bit. I didn't bother asking why. Women do the strangest things.
"Undertaker? Oh dear me no. I'm just...waiting for someone. And just call me Renee."
Then the expression on her face changed.
"Listen, if I were you, I'd leave now. There is nothing for you in this town and there is something seriously wrong with it."
"Wrong? Like on how there seems to be no one around?"
"Seems? That is the least of your worries, Jake."
She started coughing.
"Are you all right, um, Ms. Renee?"
"Yeah...cough...I'm okay. Look, just promise me you'll be careful okay."
She put her hand on my shoulder. It was kinda warm.
"Okay."
She started walking towards the mist. Pretty soon, she was enveloped by it. The mist kind of looked like darkness in disguise, swallowing anyone as they enter its realm. I began walking away as well. I know I've seen her somewhere before. But where the hell?
"And put some more clothing on! That little press jacket of yours won't protect you from the cold you know."
Haha. She's a pretty nice lady.
(huff...huff...huff)
Renee was right. As I wandered deeper into the desolate town, things started getting colder. Fuck! Where the hell is everyone?! I've been walking at the center of this damn asphalt road and I have been run over yet. What the hell? Its like some freaky nightmare or something. You know, the one where you wake up and there is no one left around. Just you. I passed houses, restaurants, stores it was really freaky. But what creped me the most was that there were BARS without anyone in them! The buildings were all pretty old, even though they were pretty new. The painting was starting to peel, rust was starting to manifest in all the metals. Well, if Renee is here, that must mean more people are right? Should I just shout out 'is anybody here' like an idiot? ... ... ... Maybe not.
Then I heard something. It was the sound of a static radio. You know, the sound when you're trying to change the tuning, it makes that ear screeching static sound. I followed it. It got stronger and stronger. I don't know if I was getting closer or the volume was getting stronger. Eventually, I came to an intersection. The sound was to the right. But I stopped to catch my breath. I guess I shouldn't be running so much. I loose my breath easily. I am a chain smoker after all.
But there was a second reason. I had a feeling. I kinda felt that once I turned, there would be some zombie that was chewing on some corpse. The static would probably be muffling it.
I crept up to the corner and peeked. There was nothing there. Whew. Someone placed his hand on my shoulder.
"Its okay. There is nothing to be worried about."
Oh. It was just Laura.
...
...
...
Laura?!
I quickly turned. There was no one there. What the hell?! Fuck! This place is starting to mess with my head. I just stood there. Frozen. Then the static finally registered in my brain. Oh yeah, I had to investigate that. I walked up to the street, passing the street sign. It was a radio all right. It was a small radio. Black, square, has an antenna. What was really strange about it was there were no dials. I didn't know how to turn it off. There was just a dial for the volume. Man it was getting annoying. I am this close to breaking my own eardrums. I just lowered the volume.
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee"
Ever heard of the saying 'ignorance is bliss'? That's true. As I lowered it, I heard something creeping towards me. I reluctantly turned my head.
...
Oh shit. What the fuck is that?! It looks like some freaky zombie, except his face is slashed off beyond recognition. And there is a good part of his left torso missing. Arm included. His skin looked like he had some kind of skin cancer, it was peeling off and yellow-ish. Crap! What is that?! Its walking towards me like Sadako would.
"RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR"
Damn it! My legs are frozen! I...I cant move!
"RAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRR!"
That thing shot from its missing torso some kind of puke! He sprayed me with it.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!"
It was some kind of acid. Only minor though. After I brushed it off my clothes, I found that I was unhurt, just shaky. Crap! That freak is still headed my way! At least I can move now. I grabbed my Colt .45 and shot the fucker. It made him stagger, but it didn't stop him. Damn it! I aimed straight at his I mean its heart! It should be dead by now. I shot a few more bullets to him. It staggered a bit more before collapsing.
"RAAAAAAAAARRRRR!"
It fell down on the road. I was still shaky though. I took as many breaths as I could. I had too freaking calm down. Its okay, I said to myself. That thing is dead. Its dead. Its dead. Its dead. ITS FUCKING DEAD SO STOP SHAKING. GOD DAMN IT WILL THIS GOD FORSAKEN RADIO STOP PLAYING STATIC?!
Then I saw something that made me shake even more. That thing I killed? Its getting up. ITS FUCKING GETTING UP! Oh son of a... I shot at it again. But I was so damn nervous I couldn't aim straight. The bullets missed. Oh crap, its about to puke on me again. I got desperate. I pulled out my knife and stabbed it in the head. It screamed. It screamed like a wild animal. But it was still moving. I shoved my knife in the freak a few more times. Die, die, DIE I kept saying. Then I launched a solid left hook on him. It collapsed again. I had to make sure. I kicked it a few times and it stopped squirming.
Once again tried to calm myself but I couldn't. That thing, it tried to kill me! I may only have gotten off with some slight burns on my arms but it tried to fucking kill me! Oh my god! Then I noticed something. Remember that little, black, square radio? It stopped playing static. Freaky.
I actually regret that the radio stopped playing. Now I was back in that grim, deafening silence.
Goddamn it. What is this thing? I said to myself as I looked at its corpse. Man, I have seen a lot of horror movies but I have never seen something like this. Not even in the B-movies. Man.
...
Wait! I think I have seen this thing before! Dad, before he went crazy, used to draw these...things as a past time. Man, how do I describe them? I guess they were things that went bump in the night. Things that you would see in your nightmares. Things you wouldn't ever want to encounter. Especially in my given situation. When I asked him where he got the ideas for all these monsters, he said 'Trust me Jake, you wouldn't want to know.' This...freak was one of those things dad drew. Wait. Did dad see all those freaks he drew...in this town? Did this town give him the inspiration for all those monsters? Oh crap and there was a good number of them. Would I see dad's pictures come to life in this town? I guess I must have found my way to hell. If this town is trying to discourage me from finding out the truth, its working.
This place aint no ordinary town all right. Crap, I could actually die here. But I'd be more likely to go insane first if I don't stop shaking.
"eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee"
What the hell? The radio is playing the static again. Oh shit. Another one of those freaks is headed towards me. Goddamn! How many of them could there be?! Screw this. I am fucking out of here.
(huff...huff...huff)
I ran. I ran as fast as my legs could. I ran as far as my lungs could. I didn't get far, but that radio kept warning me of another freak that was headed towards me. I just kept on running blindly into the mist. I had no fucking idea where the hell I was. Finally I had to collapse. My cardio finally failed me. I was still shaking. Not good. I needed a safe place to calm down. But wherever I turn, the radio keeps turning on and those freaks keep appearing. I don't have enough bullets to take all of them out! ... ... ... Something was riding up my ass. Oh shit, there was a cockroach in one of dad's drawings. I pulled it out of my pants and threw it down. It was just the map of the place. I picked it up to find out where the hell I was.
I was able to find where I was. Strange, dad drew a red card on the restaurant to my left. What the hell could that mean? I decided to investigate.
Crap, the door was locked. Wait...there is some kind of freaky etching on the door...
THE LOWLY SERVANT WELCOMES THE MASTER. WIPE YOUR FEET BEFORE ENTERING.
Huh? Why the hell would anyone want to etch that? Hmm? Well, there is a welcome mat in front of the door. Well, something is really wrong with this town so the thought of this door opening if I wipe my feet might actually work. I scrubbed one foot on the mat. Then the other one. I felt something as I scrubbed my second foot. There was a bump on the mat. I looked closely...there was something under the mat. When I looked under it, there was a key.
Just a hunch...Yes! It fits on the restaurant door!
(huff...huff...huff...)
The restaurant was pretty run down. Eerily quiet, like the rest of the town. Everything looked old. There was some broken glass. The seats and tables were pretty banged up. The couches have holes and the stuffing was coming out.
There was something weird about the restaurant. It somehow felt...safe. I know this isn't the time but...
FLICK
I really need a cig. As I breathed the intoxicating fumes, I calmed down. I started thinking straight again. I don't know what those things are but I know that they can be killed. Someone wants me dead. Someone doesn't want me here. Now I know I am closer to discovering who made dad insane. Man, did he have to go through all of this? Man, if he did, it's a miracle he didn't go insane sooner.
Whoa. A stick did wonders for me. I didn't shake anymore and my mind was clear. Those things aren't strong enough to kill me. They would more likely drive me insane instead. I guess I just got to keep a couple of sticks handy just in case.
I looked around the restaurant. In the counter, there was a clip for my Colt .45. Cool! I could use some more ammo. ... Wait a minute, why would there be bullets lying around here for anyone to use? Man there is something freaky in this town.
There was also a hip flask there. I tool a whiff of what was inside. Whiskey. Great, this always made me feel better! There wasn't much left though. I had better use it sparingly. No one here...so I guess I can take it.
There wasn't anything else of interest in the place, except this monkey hand ashtray. I heard of these before. Poachers that killed gorillas would cut off the hands. They made great novelty ashtrays. This one seemed to be made out of plastic though. As I extinguished my cigarette in it, something freaky happened. The monkey hand entranced me. I eventually snapped out into it. But it felt like my the hand was taking my memories. Or maybe...it was remembering me... I don't wanna think about it. It was just creepy. It took me a long amount of time to extinguish my cig because that grotesque thing looked interesting for a few moments. Man I hope I wont have to got through that again.
I sat on one of the couches with some open wounds. Man did it feel nice. I couldn't help but fall...asleep. ... ... ... (zzz...zzz...zzz...)
The Inspiration ends
Zam's notes: Well I hope you liked this arc! I tried as much as I could to turn the Silent Hill experience into words, through the eyes of a 16-year- old boy of course. That explains all the swearing. I mean, wouldn't you be saying a couple of WTF in that situation. In regards to the (huff...huff...huff) that is the scene transition. Remember, for James it was the footsteps. For Heather it was the swirling red kaleidoscope. For the Resident Evil cast, it's the door opening or the stairs climbing. I just wanted to emphasize on how Jake is always losing breath. If he isn't hyperventilating, he isn't breathing enough because of his habit. In the next arc, just as Jake almost gets ready to the horrors in Silent Hill, he finds another aspect of it that continues to test his sanity. Jake discovers the alternate Silent Hill. Read and Review!
Disclaimer: Silent Hill and all related trademarks are property of Konami. Please don't sue me. I don't have any money.
Arc One: The Inspiration
(huff...huff...huff)
I walked passed that creepy cemetery. Thankfully, no evil zombies came out of the graves to eat my brain. Man, this town is so eerily quiet. It is making me REALLY uncomfortable. As I approached the entrance of the cemetery, I saw a figure. It was a woman. She was probably as old as dad is. She wore this nice white sundress. She had these piercing blue eyes and blonde hair. I had a strange feeling I saw her somewhere before. As I approached, my footsteps cracked a few leaves. At least...I think they were leaves. I really can't see below my feet. The mist is really thick and it covered my feet. Anyway, that gave me away. She smiled when she saw me. Strange...there was something mysterious in her smile. It wasn't like the Mona Lisa's smile mysterious, its just...I really think I know her.
"Why hello there young man."
"Uh...hi"
"Hmm...I haven't seen you around here before. Are you new?"
"Um...yeah. I just came actually. I had to walk, the tunnels busted."
"Tunnel? Oh yes. That one. So you came down the stairs and through the graveyard in the middle of this fog? You must want to get to this town badly."
"Um...I guess so."
"What's your name, young man?"
"I'm Jake. Jake Sunderland."
"My name is Renee. Renee Gates."
Nice name.
"Um...Ms. Gates?" I hesitantly asked. "What are you doing here all alone? Are you an undertaker or something?"
She laughed a bit. I didn't bother asking why. Women do the strangest things.
"Undertaker? Oh dear me no. I'm just...waiting for someone. And just call me Renee."
Then the expression on her face changed.
"Listen, if I were you, I'd leave now. There is nothing for you in this town and there is something seriously wrong with it."
"Wrong? Like on how there seems to be no one around?"
"Seems? That is the least of your worries, Jake."
She started coughing.
"Are you all right, um, Ms. Renee?"
"Yeah...cough...I'm okay. Look, just promise me you'll be careful okay."
She put her hand on my shoulder. It was kinda warm.
"Okay."
She started walking towards the mist. Pretty soon, she was enveloped by it. The mist kind of looked like darkness in disguise, swallowing anyone as they enter its realm. I began walking away as well. I know I've seen her somewhere before. But where the hell?
"And put some more clothing on! That little press jacket of yours won't protect you from the cold you know."
Haha. She's a pretty nice lady.
(huff...huff...huff)
Renee was right. As I wandered deeper into the desolate town, things started getting colder. Fuck! Where the hell is everyone?! I've been walking at the center of this damn asphalt road and I have been run over yet. What the hell? Its like some freaky nightmare or something. You know, the one where you wake up and there is no one left around. Just you. I passed houses, restaurants, stores it was really freaky. But what creped me the most was that there were BARS without anyone in them! The buildings were all pretty old, even though they were pretty new. The painting was starting to peel, rust was starting to manifest in all the metals. Well, if Renee is here, that must mean more people are right? Should I just shout out 'is anybody here' like an idiot? ... ... ... Maybe not.
Then I heard something. It was the sound of a static radio. You know, the sound when you're trying to change the tuning, it makes that ear screeching static sound. I followed it. It got stronger and stronger. I don't know if I was getting closer or the volume was getting stronger. Eventually, I came to an intersection. The sound was to the right. But I stopped to catch my breath. I guess I shouldn't be running so much. I loose my breath easily. I am a chain smoker after all.
But there was a second reason. I had a feeling. I kinda felt that once I turned, there would be some zombie that was chewing on some corpse. The static would probably be muffling it.
I crept up to the corner and peeked. There was nothing there. Whew. Someone placed his hand on my shoulder.
"Its okay. There is nothing to be worried about."
Oh. It was just Laura.
...
...
...
Laura?!
I quickly turned. There was no one there. What the hell?! Fuck! This place is starting to mess with my head. I just stood there. Frozen. Then the static finally registered in my brain. Oh yeah, I had to investigate that. I walked up to the street, passing the street sign. It was a radio all right. It was a small radio. Black, square, has an antenna. What was really strange about it was there were no dials. I didn't know how to turn it off. There was just a dial for the volume. Man it was getting annoying. I am this close to breaking my own eardrums. I just lowered the volume.
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee"
Ever heard of the saying 'ignorance is bliss'? That's true. As I lowered it, I heard something creeping towards me. I reluctantly turned my head.
...
Oh shit. What the fuck is that?! It looks like some freaky zombie, except his face is slashed off beyond recognition. And there is a good part of his left torso missing. Arm included. His skin looked like he had some kind of skin cancer, it was peeling off and yellow-ish. Crap! What is that?! Its walking towards me like Sadako would.
"RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR"
Damn it! My legs are frozen! I...I cant move!
"RAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRR!"
That thing shot from its missing torso some kind of puke! He sprayed me with it.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!"
It was some kind of acid. Only minor though. After I brushed it off my clothes, I found that I was unhurt, just shaky. Crap! That freak is still headed my way! At least I can move now. I grabbed my Colt .45 and shot the fucker. It made him stagger, but it didn't stop him. Damn it! I aimed straight at his I mean its heart! It should be dead by now. I shot a few more bullets to him. It staggered a bit more before collapsing.
"RAAAAAAAAARRRRR!"
It fell down on the road. I was still shaky though. I took as many breaths as I could. I had too freaking calm down. Its okay, I said to myself. That thing is dead. Its dead. Its dead. Its dead. ITS FUCKING DEAD SO STOP SHAKING. GOD DAMN IT WILL THIS GOD FORSAKEN RADIO STOP PLAYING STATIC?!
Then I saw something that made me shake even more. That thing I killed? Its getting up. ITS FUCKING GETTING UP! Oh son of a... I shot at it again. But I was so damn nervous I couldn't aim straight. The bullets missed. Oh crap, its about to puke on me again. I got desperate. I pulled out my knife and stabbed it in the head. It screamed. It screamed like a wild animal. But it was still moving. I shoved my knife in the freak a few more times. Die, die, DIE I kept saying. Then I launched a solid left hook on him. It collapsed again. I had to make sure. I kicked it a few times and it stopped squirming.
Once again tried to calm myself but I couldn't. That thing, it tried to kill me! I may only have gotten off with some slight burns on my arms but it tried to fucking kill me! Oh my god! Then I noticed something. Remember that little, black, square radio? It stopped playing static. Freaky.
I actually regret that the radio stopped playing. Now I was back in that grim, deafening silence.
Goddamn it. What is this thing? I said to myself as I looked at its corpse. Man, I have seen a lot of horror movies but I have never seen something like this. Not even in the B-movies. Man.
...
Wait! I think I have seen this thing before! Dad, before he went crazy, used to draw these...things as a past time. Man, how do I describe them? I guess they were things that went bump in the night. Things that you would see in your nightmares. Things you wouldn't ever want to encounter. Especially in my given situation. When I asked him where he got the ideas for all these monsters, he said 'Trust me Jake, you wouldn't want to know.' This...freak was one of those things dad drew. Wait. Did dad see all those freaks he drew...in this town? Did this town give him the inspiration for all those monsters? Oh crap and there was a good number of them. Would I see dad's pictures come to life in this town? I guess I must have found my way to hell. If this town is trying to discourage me from finding out the truth, its working.
This place aint no ordinary town all right. Crap, I could actually die here. But I'd be more likely to go insane first if I don't stop shaking.
"eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee"
What the hell? The radio is playing the static again. Oh shit. Another one of those freaks is headed towards me. Goddamn! How many of them could there be?! Screw this. I am fucking out of here.
(huff...huff...huff)
I ran. I ran as fast as my legs could. I ran as far as my lungs could. I didn't get far, but that radio kept warning me of another freak that was headed towards me. I just kept on running blindly into the mist. I had no fucking idea where the hell I was. Finally I had to collapse. My cardio finally failed me. I was still shaking. Not good. I needed a safe place to calm down. But wherever I turn, the radio keeps turning on and those freaks keep appearing. I don't have enough bullets to take all of them out! ... ... ... Something was riding up my ass. Oh shit, there was a cockroach in one of dad's drawings. I pulled it out of my pants and threw it down. It was just the map of the place. I picked it up to find out where the hell I was.
I was able to find where I was. Strange, dad drew a red card on the restaurant to my left. What the hell could that mean? I decided to investigate.
Crap, the door was locked. Wait...there is some kind of freaky etching on the door...
THE LOWLY SERVANT WELCOMES THE MASTER. WIPE YOUR FEET BEFORE ENTERING.
Huh? Why the hell would anyone want to etch that? Hmm? Well, there is a welcome mat in front of the door. Well, something is really wrong with this town so the thought of this door opening if I wipe my feet might actually work. I scrubbed one foot on the mat. Then the other one. I felt something as I scrubbed my second foot. There was a bump on the mat. I looked closely...there was something under the mat. When I looked under it, there was a key.
Just a hunch...Yes! It fits on the restaurant door!
(huff...huff...huff...)
The restaurant was pretty run down. Eerily quiet, like the rest of the town. Everything looked old. There was some broken glass. The seats and tables were pretty banged up. The couches have holes and the stuffing was coming out.
There was something weird about the restaurant. It somehow felt...safe. I know this isn't the time but...
FLICK
I really need a cig. As I breathed the intoxicating fumes, I calmed down. I started thinking straight again. I don't know what those things are but I know that they can be killed. Someone wants me dead. Someone doesn't want me here. Now I know I am closer to discovering who made dad insane. Man, did he have to go through all of this? Man, if he did, it's a miracle he didn't go insane sooner.
Whoa. A stick did wonders for me. I didn't shake anymore and my mind was clear. Those things aren't strong enough to kill me. They would more likely drive me insane instead. I guess I just got to keep a couple of sticks handy just in case.
I looked around the restaurant. In the counter, there was a clip for my Colt .45. Cool! I could use some more ammo. ... Wait a minute, why would there be bullets lying around here for anyone to use? Man there is something freaky in this town.
There was also a hip flask there. I tool a whiff of what was inside. Whiskey. Great, this always made me feel better! There wasn't much left though. I had better use it sparingly. No one here...so I guess I can take it.
There wasn't anything else of interest in the place, except this monkey hand ashtray. I heard of these before. Poachers that killed gorillas would cut off the hands. They made great novelty ashtrays. This one seemed to be made out of plastic though. As I extinguished my cigarette in it, something freaky happened. The monkey hand entranced me. I eventually snapped out into it. But it felt like my the hand was taking my memories. Or maybe...it was remembering me... I don't wanna think about it. It was just creepy. It took me a long amount of time to extinguish my cig because that grotesque thing looked interesting for a few moments. Man I hope I wont have to got through that again.
I sat on one of the couches with some open wounds. Man did it feel nice. I couldn't help but fall...asleep. ... ... ... (zzz...zzz...zzz...)
The Inspiration ends
Zam's notes: Well I hope you liked this arc! I tried as much as I could to turn the Silent Hill experience into words, through the eyes of a 16-year- old boy of course. That explains all the swearing. I mean, wouldn't you be saying a couple of WTF in that situation. In regards to the (huff...huff...huff) that is the scene transition. Remember, for James it was the footsteps. For Heather it was the swirling red kaleidoscope. For the Resident Evil cast, it's the door opening or the stairs climbing. I just wanted to emphasize on how Jake is always losing breath. If he isn't hyperventilating, he isn't breathing enough because of his habit. In the next arc, just as Jake almost gets ready to the horrors in Silent Hill, he finds another aspect of it that continues to test his sanity. Jake discovers the alternate Silent Hill. Read and Review!