Innocent Guilt
A Silent Hill story by Invader-Zam4
Disclaimer: Silent Hill and all related logos and trademarks belong to Konami. The song in the story is "harder to breathe" by Maroon 5. This story is purely fictional. Any similarities in real life is purely coincidental (though if you did experience something like this, I sure would like to hear it ) Please don't sue me I don't have any money.
Arc 2: The Mirror
(Huff...huff...wheeze...huff)
"How dare you say that my behavior is unacceptable
So condescending unnecessarily critical
I have the tendency of getting very physical
So watch your step cause if I do you'll need a miracle
You drain me dry and make me wonder why I'm even here
This Double Vision I was seeing is finally clear
You want to stay but you know very well I want you gone
Not fit to funkin' tread the ground that I'm walking on
When it gets cold outside and you got nobody to love
You'll understand what I mean when I say
There's no way we're gonna give up
And like a little girl cries in the face of a monster that lives in her dreams
Is there anyone out there cause it's getting harder and harder to breathe
Is there anyone out there cause it's getting harder and harder to breathe
What you are doing is screwing things up inside my head
You should know better you never listened to what I've said
Clutching your pillow and writhing in a naked sweat
Hoping somebody someday will do you like I did
When it gets cold outside and you got nobody to love
You'll understand what I mean when I say
There's no way we're gonna give up
And like a little girl cries in the face of a monster that lives in her dreams
Is there anyone out there cause it's getting harder and harder to breathe
Is there anyone out there cause it's getting harder and harder to breathe"
I woke up. That damn radio was playing that song. I don't know how, but as soon as I woke up, it stopped playing and went blank again. I do not know how long I was out. I tried thinking that that was all some bad nightmare...like the time I dreamt dad fighting these two freaky things with pyramid heads and spears, but it didn't work. I was still in the crappy looking diner, with the broken chairs, shattered glass, couches with stuffing coming out, decaying wooden floor boards and the creepy monkey arm ashtray. When I looked at that freaky thing again, I noticed something strange. I don't know why I didn't notice it before. The thumb was cut out. There were only four fingers on the ashtray. Freaky. Shit, how many times have I said freaky?
Now what was I going to do? I have no clues, I do not know what time it is, I don't know how to get back and to top it all off, I'm in the middle of hell! I smacked my hand on the table out of my frustrations.
Ouch.
I took a look at the map again. For a second, I though about the quickest route out of town... then I banged my head on the table.
Double Ouch.
I cannot back down now. There was something in this town that drew dad and Laura to it. I have a feeling that they had some unfinished business here. I don't know what I am dealing with. Really, I don't. I thought it be some guy gave dad some drugs that caused some long term neurological damage to him. I thought I would just have to find some antidote. But after seeing those...things?! I really do not know what I am up against. I took another look at the map. Maybe I can figure out what was happening in this town in the library or something. Damn it, I hate reading. The most reading I ever do is reading the warning label on my Luckys. I hope the online catalogue is still working. Fat chance huh? Well, I owe it to dad to try anyway. If it wasn't for him, I don't know what would have happened to me. I don't know whom my real mother or father is anyway. Well, if they made no effort to find me, they probably weren't good parents
I don't know anything about my past. My farthest memory was eating at some pizza parlor with dad and Laura, although I somehow knew I was adopted. I was even calling dad Mr. James back then. Haha. Anyway, I had better determine what my next course of action is.
...
...
...
What the fuck?
There were BLUE markings all over the map. Last time I checked, they were RED. And there were some new scribbles on the map. But they were still unmistakably dads. There was one thing that particularly got my interest, there was a question mark in the end of one of the roads. Well, I don't have anything else to do, might as well see what's there right? Well, I had better get out of this damn diner.
As my footsteps echoed throughout the whole diner, I kind of saw something run pass the diner.
(huff...cough...huff)
What the hell? Where the fuck am I? This isn't Silent Hill. No way could it be. Is this a dream or something?
That was what I said as I stared in disbelief at my surroundings. The endless white fog was replaced with an endless darkness. Now my visibility was halved. Instead of an ominous snow, there was an ominous rain. But the rain wasn't water. It was some kind of...sewage. Black bolts of tar began covering my press jacket. I took one step forward.
CLANG
Okay, amongst all the freaky things I have seen in this town, this has got to be the freakiest. The roads were replaced by metal railings. They seemed to be suspending be from either an endless void or a really long fall. My footsteps began echoing endlessly through the streets.
The buildings were still there though. But they weren't the same. They weren't made out of cement and looked like they were abandoned twenty years ago. Now they were made in steel, making the houses look like warehouses. And they were covered in some kind of rust. Red rust. Actually, I couldn't distinguish if it was rust...or blood.
I swallowed whatever courage I had left and ventured into the endless darkness. I decided I had one destination. That blue question mark on dad's map.
(cough...cough...wheeze)
Suspiciously, the vomitty zombies were gone. But that did not stop me from running. I wasn't going to be the gazelle that was just minding his own business, just grazing, then was eaten by a pack of hungry lions. Wow. I guess you really do learn something from those nature documentaries. Run if you want to live.
I reached the alley and stopped to catch my breath. The rain was still falling. The question mark was up ahead. Seeing on how my nicotine-filled lungs couldn't take much more, I walked towards it. The radio made that static sound again.
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee...
Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr...
I heard a growling noise. It was some kind of dog. But I really wasn't sure. Even with the small light of my flashlight, I couldn't see too far. I had it aimed at the floor. I approached cautiously as the growl seemed to get stronger...and angrier. Then the light caught something. It looked like the paw of a dog. But there were open wounds all over and there was a bandage wrapped around it. I raised my chest up and saw what the paw was attached to.
Sweet mother of Jesus. The whole DOG had open wounds and bandages. It was growling at me, ready to maul me at any second. What made it worse was that this dog seemed to have rabies cause its mouth foamed. It foamed something red. As it barked at me, some of the red foam fell to my feet. Just as I expected. It was blood.
RRRRRRR...RARK...RARK!
Then that...thing charged full speed toward me. It tried to take a bite at my kidney. I barely dodged him. But he still got a good scratch at my side.
AAAAAARRRRRRRGH!
I tried shooting at the fuck. But it was a freakin' moving target. It turned and charged and got another good swipe at me. Jesus! I gotta do something. That fuck was going to charge at me again! I looked around and saw this rusty metal pipe. As the dog pounced at me, I was able to get the pipe and shoved it in his mouth before he could get a lock on my neck. Still, I fell down because of the strength of that freak's jump. What made it worse was that the impact caused me to throw away a gun. It only fell a few meters a way from me. But with a rabid dog on top of me, it might as well be a million.
It was barking like hell at me. He was chewing through the metal pipe. I was getting desperate. The dog was starting to spit blood on me. I stared in shock, until one of the bloody droplets ran across my cheek.
Then I grabbed my knife. I locked my legs around the dog. Then I shoved the knife in the underbelly of the dog. It howled in pain and tried to jump away, but I wouldn't let it. Then I carved my way up to the dog's stomach. With each centimeter, the dogs howled wilder and kicked the ground stronger. Until at last, it could take no more, he kicked the ground so hard that I flew up and landed on my back. Y knife was still in his stomach when he recovered and charged again, more furious than ever.
This town can give you a break sometimes. when I opened my eyes, I saw the Colt .45 in front of me. As I heard the dog run and pounce, I grabbed the gun and fired 5 bullets into him. The dog fell limp on the ground. Remembering the vomiity zombie, I got up, pulled my bloody knife out of him and started kicking until the radio quieted down.
I took a couple of drinks from the whiskey flask. That helped me to calm down quickly. But the searing pain at my side still lingered on. I poured some of the whiskey on it. Even if it was only around ten percent alcohol, it still seemed to disinfect it. How did I know? Because it hurt when I poured it that's why.
(breathes heavily, coughs violently)
I proceeded to the end of the alley. Hmm. That's strange. The only thing here is that...
Oh my god.
It's a corpse. It's decomposed quite a bit already. Chunks of flesh seemed ripped out of the body. The clothing was all tattered and torn and wet from the rain. The skin started to look like the blood-rust matter that the town was covered in. he was in a seated position. It looks like he bled to death
The damn rigor mortis forever preserved the look that this poor sucker had when he died. The eye sockets were wide open. So was the mouth. His face was looking upwards. It looks like the eyes were already eaten out by something. Wait, if he bled to death, why does he look so scared? Did he see something before he died? I looked up as well.
He was looking up at an apartment building. I didn't see anything interesting there. Except for one thing. Blow one of the open windows was a spear or harpoon stuck on the wall.
Oh fuck. Fucking hell. As I stared at that spear, a diseased arm came out of the open window, pulled the spear out and brought it in. Shit.
I stared at the man again. There was a small notebook beside him.
"It would seem that I have ventured through hell
There are dark forces working in this town
I don't know what is making this town alive
I'm not sure if I even WANT to know
The monsters have attacked me
I don't know what will come first
My death or my insanity
If anyone is reading this, please, for your own safety
Get out of this town as fast as you can
There is nothing for you here...
...just DEATH."
Wow. I could have used that advice BEFORE I decided to come here you motherfucker. There was something else near him. It was a key. The key chain said "Lake Tours." Hmm. Maybe it has something to do with the lake. Duh! I checked the map. There was a pier nearby. Maybe I should go there next. I know curiosity killed the cat but WHAT ELSE AM I GOING TO DO?!
(cough...cough...cough)
Shit. I must be in worse shape than I thought. Even though the pier was only a block away, I still had to stop to catch my breath. No bloody dogs, thank god. As I reached the pier, I saw a sign that read "Lake Tours." This must be the place. The huge metal gate was being held be a chain and lock. I tired the key...YES! It opened! I pushed the gate open. I saw someone by one of the piers. He was sitting down. I walked closer and saw that it was a boy. He was staring blankly at the black water.
"Yo kid! You alright?"
It took him sometime to respond. He turned is head, painfully slow at me. His eyes looked like he was in a trance. Then his mouth, which was open, moved.
"Fo...Fou...f...fo...four...c..."
"What?"
Then he snapped out. I saw the true color of his eyes. Blue. His brown hair was partially wet, due to the rain. Actually, so was his denim jacket and light brown khakis. Weird. He kind of reminded me of someone.
"Huh?! Aaah! Who are you?!" He said as he fumbled away.
"Take it easy kid! I'm not a monster. I wont hurt you." That sounded kind of weird, coming from someone who was doing the calm down hand gesture while one hand was holding a gun.
"Don't worry, I wont do anything." I said, as I got closer. "Are you hurt? Are you alright?"
He stopped backing away, but he was still shivering.
"Y...yeah. I'm fine. Are you sure your not one of those monsters?"
"Yeah. I'm sure. How did you get here anyway?"
He started sobbing violently. "I...I don't know! I just w...woke up and everyone was g...gone. And th...there were these m...monsters everywhere! No..no matter where I turned, they were there! I 'm scared!"
I went to the kid's side and grabbed him by the shoulder.
"I...I want my mommy!"
"Hey calm down kid. Its alright."
I let the kid sob on my shoulder for a little while. I'm not some heartless son of a bitch. If this town was freaking me out, what could it be doing to this little kid. Then he took his hands out of his eyes.
"I'm not your mom but you are going to have to settle with me." I said in a feeble attempt to make him smile. "Are you sure your moms around here?"
He nodded his head.
"Alright. I'll go look for her. You stay here. This town is really dangerous."
"No!" He said as he grabbed me. "You're the only person I've seen. Don't leave me! I'm scared."
I thought about it for a bit. I patted him on the head.
"Alright. You can come with me."
He smiled and tried to stop sobbing. I looked around. I saw a metal tube. It wasn't as rusty as the one I used to fight that damn bloody dog. I took it and gave it to him.
"Here. You will cover my back. If any of those monsters gets close, whack 'em alright?"
He nodded his head again. When I started walking, he ran up and grabbed my freehand. I guess this would make him feel more safer.
"Thanks big brother."
I couldn't help but smile. Wait, now I remember who he reminded me of...
"Hey, call me Jake, kid."
...he looks so much like...
"Whats your name?"
...myself... when I was a kid.
"Me? I'm Jack."
The Mirror ends
Disclaimer: Silent Hill and all related logos and trademarks belong to Konami. The song in the story is "harder to breathe" by Maroon 5. This story is purely fictional. Any similarities in real life is purely coincidental (though if you did experience something like this, I sure would like to hear it ) Please don't sue me I don't have any money.
Arc 2: The Mirror
(Huff...huff...wheeze...huff)
"How dare you say that my behavior is unacceptable
So condescending unnecessarily critical
I have the tendency of getting very physical
So watch your step cause if I do you'll need a miracle
You drain me dry and make me wonder why I'm even here
This Double Vision I was seeing is finally clear
You want to stay but you know very well I want you gone
Not fit to funkin' tread the ground that I'm walking on
When it gets cold outside and you got nobody to love
You'll understand what I mean when I say
There's no way we're gonna give up
And like a little girl cries in the face of a monster that lives in her dreams
Is there anyone out there cause it's getting harder and harder to breathe
Is there anyone out there cause it's getting harder and harder to breathe
What you are doing is screwing things up inside my head
You should know better you never listened to what I've said
Clutching your pillow and writhing in a naked sweat
Hoping somebody someday will do you like I did
When it gets cold outside and you got nobody to love
You'll understand what I mean when I say
There's no way we're gonna give up
And like a little girl cries in the face of a monster that lives in her dreams
Is there anyone out there cause it's getting harder and harder to breathe
Is there anyone out there cause it's getting harder and harder to breathe"
I woke up. That damn radio was playing that song. I don't know how, but as soon as I woke up, it stopped playing and went blank again. I do not know how long I was out. I tried thinking that that was all some bad nightmare...like the time I dreamt dad fighting these two freaky things with pyramid heads and spears, but it didn't work. I was still in the crappy looking diner, with the broken chairs, shattered glass, couches with stuffing coming out, decaying wooden floor boards and the creepy monkey arm ashtray. When I looked at that freaky thing again, I noticed something strange. I don't know why I didn't notice it before. The thumb was cut out. There were only four fingers on the ashtray. Freaky. Shit, how many times have I said freaky?
Now what was I going to do? I have no clues, I do not know what time it is, I don't know how to get back and to top it all off, I'm in the middle of hell! I smacked my hand on the table out of my frustrations.
Ouch.
I took a look at the map again. For a second, I though about the quickest route out of town... then I banged my head on the table.
Double Ouch.
I cannot back down now. There was something in this town that drew dad and Laura to it. I have a feeling that they had some unfinished business here. I don't know what I am dealing with. Really, I don't. I thought it be some guy gave dad some drugs that caused some long term neurological damage to him. I thought I would just have to find some antidote. But after seeing those...things?! I really do not know what I am up against. I took another look at the map. Maybe I can figure out what was happening in this town in the library or something. Damn it, I hate reading. The most reading I ever do is reading the warning label on my Luckys. I hope the online catalogue is still working. Fat chance huh? Well, I owe it to dad to try anyway. If it wasn't for him, I don't know what would have happened to me. I don't know whom my real mother or father is anyway. Well, if they made no effort to find me, they probably weren't good parents
I don't know anything about my past. My farthest memory was eating at some pizza parlor with dad and Laura, although I somehow knew I was adopted. I was even calling dad Mr. James back then. Haha. Anyway, I had better determine what my next course of action is.
...
...
...
What the fuck?
There were BLUE markings all over the map. Last time I checked, they were RED. And there were some new scribbles on the map. But they were still unmistakably dads. There was one thing that particularly got my interest, there was a question mark in the end of one of the roads. Well, I don't have anything else to do, might as well see what's there right? Well, I had better get out of this damn diner.
As my footsteps echoed throughout the whole diner, I kind of saw something run pass the diner.
(huff...cough...huff)
What the hell? Where the fuck am I? This isn't Silent Hill. No way could it be. Is this a dream or something?
That was what I said as I stared in disbelief at my surroundings. The endless white fog was replaced with an endless darkness. Now my visibility was halved. Instead of an ominous snow, there was an ominous rain. But the rain wasn't water. It was some kind of...sewage. Black bolts of tar began covering my press jacket. I took one step forward.
CLANG
Okay, amongst all the freaky things I have seen in this town, this has got to be the freakiest. The roads were replaced by metal railings. They seemed to be suspending be from either an endless void or a really long fall. My footsteps began echoing endlessly through the streets.
The buildings were still there though. But they weren't the same. They weren't made out of cement and looked like they were abandoned twenty years ago. Now they were made in steel, making the houses look like warehouses. And they were covered in some kind of rust. Red rust. Actually, I couldn't distinguish if it was rust...or blood.
I swallowed whatever courage I had left and ventured into the endless darkness. I decided I had one destination. That blue question mark on dad's map.
(cough...cough...wheeze)
Suspiciously, the vomitty zombies were gone. But that did not stop me from running. I wasn't going to be the gazelle that was just minding his own business, just grazing, then was eaten by a pack of hungry lions. Wow. I guess you really do learn something from those nature documentaries. Run if you want to live.
I reached the alley and stopped to catch my breath. The rain was still falling. The question mark was up ahead. Seeing on how my nicotine-filled lungs couldn't take much more, I walked towards it. The radio made that static sound again.
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee...
Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr...
I heard a growling noise. It was some kind of dog. But I really wasn't sure. Even with the small light of my flashlight, I couldn't see too far. I had it aimed at the floor. I approached cautiously as the growl seemed to get stronger...and angrier. Then the light caught something. It looked like the paw of a dog. But there were open wounds all over and there was a bandage wrapped around it. I raised my chest up and saw what the paw was attached to.
Sweet mother of Jesus. The whole DOG had open wounds and bandages. It was growling at me, ready to maul me at any second. What made it worse was that this dog seemed to have rabies cause its mouth foamed. It foamed something red. As it barked at me, some of the red foam fell to my feet. Just as I expected. It was blood.
RRRRRRR...RARK...RARK!
Then that...thing charged full speed toward me. It tried to take a bite at my kidney. I barely dodged him. But he still got a good scratch at my side.
AAAAAARRRRRRRGH!
I tried shooting at the fuck. But it was a freakin' moving target. It turned and charged and got another good swipe at me. Jesus! I gotta do something. That fuck was going to charge at me again! I looked around and saw this rusty metal pipe. As the dog pounced at me, I was able to get the pipe and shoved it in his mouth before he could get a lock on my neck. Still, I fell down because of the strength of that freak's jump. What made it worse was that the impact caused me to throw away a gun. It only fell a few meters a way from me. But with a rabid dog on top of me, it might as well be a million.
It was barking like hell at me. He was chewing through the metal pipe. I was getting desperate. The dog was starting to spit blood on me. I stared in shock, until one of the bloody droplets ran across my cheek.
Then I grabbed my knife. I locked my legs around the dog. Then I shoved the knife in the underbelly of the dog. It howled in pain and tried to jump away, but I wouldn't let it. Then I carved my way up to the dog's stomach. With each centimeter, the dogs howled wilder and kicked the ground stronger. Until at last, it could take no more, he kicked the ground so hard that I flew up and landed on my back. Y knife was still in his stomach when he recovered and charged again, more furious than ever.
This town can give you a break sometimes. when I opened my eyes, I saw the Colt .45 in front of me. As I heard the dog run and pounce, I grabbed the gun and fired 5 bullets into him. The dog fell limp on the ground. Remembering the vomiity zombie, I got up, pulled my bloody knife out of him and started kicking until the radio quieted down.
I took a couple of drinks from the whiskey flask. That helped me to calm down quickly. But the searing pain at my side still lingered on. I poured some of the whiskey on it. Even if it was only around ten percent alcohol, it still seemed to disinfect it. How did I know? Because it hurt when I poured it that's why.
(breathes heavily, coughs violently)
I proceeded to the end of the alley. Hmm. That's strange. The only thing here is that...
Oh my god.
It's a corpse. It's decomposed quite a bit already. Chunks of flesh seemed ripped out of the body. The clothing was all tattered and torn and wet from the rain. The skin started to look like the blood-rust matter that the town was covered in. he was in a seated position. It looks like he bled to death
The damn rigor mortis forever preserved the look that this poor sucker had when he died. The eye sockets were wide open. So was the mouth. His face was looking upwards. It looks like the eyes were already eaten out by something. Wait, if he bled to death, why does he look so scared? Did he see something before he died? I looked up as well.
He was looking up at an apartment building. I didn't see anything interesting there. Except for one thing. Blow one of the open windows was a spear or harpoon stuck on the wall.
Oh fuck. Fucking hell. As I stared at that spear, a diseased arm came out of the open window, pulled the spear out and brought it in. Shit.
I stared at the man again. There was a small notebook beside him.
"It would seem that I have ventured through hell
There are dark forces working in this town
I don't know what is making this town alive
I'm not sure if I even WANT to know
The monsters have attacked me
I don't know what will come first
My death or my insanity
If anyone is reading this, please, for your own safety
Get out of this town as fast as you can
There is nothing for you here...
...just DEATH."
Wow. I could have used that advice BEFORE I decided to come here you motherfucker. There was something else near him. It was a key. The key chain said "Lake Tours." Hmm. Maybe it has something to do with the lake. Duh! I checked the map. There was a pier nearby. Maybe I should go there next. I know curiosity killed the cat but WHAT ELSE AM I GOING TO DO?!
(cough...cough...cough)
Shit. I must be in worse shape than I thought. Even though the pier was only a block away, I still had to stop to catch my breath. No bloody dogs, thank god. As I reached the pier, I saw a sign that read "Lake Tours." This must be the place. The huge metal gate was being held be a chain and lock. I tired the key...YES! It opened! I pushed the gate open. I saw someone by one of the piers. He was sitting down. I walked closer and saw that it was a boy. He was staring blankly at the black water.
"Yo kid! You alright?"
It took him sometime to respond. He turned is head, painfully slow at me. His eyes looked like he was in a trance. Then his mouth, which was open, moved.
"Fo...Fou...f...fo...four...c..."
"What?"
Then he snapped out. I saw the true color of his eyes. Blue. His brown hair was partially wet, due to the rain. Actually, so was his denim jacket and light brown khakis. Weird. He kind of reminded me of someone.
"Huh?! Aaah! Who are you?!" He said as he fumbled away.
"Take it easy kid! I'm not a monster. I wont hurt you." That sounded kind of weird, coming from someone who was doing the calm down hand gesture while one hand was holding a gun.
"Don't worry, I wont do anything." I said, as I got closer. "Are you hurt? Are you alright?"
He stopped backing away, but he was still shivering.
"Y...yeah. I'm fine. Are you sure your not one of those monsters?"
"Yeah. I'm sure. How did you get here anyway?"
He started sobbing violently. "I...I don't know! I just w...woke up and everyone was g...gone. And th...there were these m...monsters everywhere! No..no matter where I turned, they were there! I 'm scared!"
I went to the kid's side and grabbed him by the shoulder.
"I...I want my mommy!"
"Hey calm down kid. Its alright."
I let the kid sob on my shoulder for a little while. I'm not some heartless son of a bitch. If this town was freaking me out, what could it be doing to this little kid. Then he took his hands out of his eyes.
"I'm not your mom but you are going to have to settle with me." I said in a feeble attempt to make him smile. "Are you sure your moms around here?"
He nodded his head.
"Alright. I'll go look for her. You stay here. This town is really dangerous."
"No!" He said as he grabbed me. "You're the only person I've seen. Don't leave me! I'm scared."
I thought about it for a bit. I patted him on the head.
"Alright. You can come with me."
He smiled and tried to stop sobbing. I looked around. I saw a metal tube. It wasn't as rusty as the one I used to fight that damn bloody dog. I took it and gave it to him.
"Here. You will cover my back. If any of those monsters gets close, whack 'em alright?"
He nodded his head again. When I started walking, he ran up and grabbed my freehand. I guess this would make him feel more safer.
"Thanks big brother."
I couldn't help but smile. Wait, now I remember who he reminded me of...
"Hey, call me Jake, kid."
...he looks so much like...
"Whats your name?"
...myself... when I was a kid.
"Me? I'm Jack."
The Mirror ends