The usual disclaimer- As you might have guessed, I did not create "Silent Hill" -- other, smarter people did - don't sue me. All you will get is my debt.

author's beginning notes:

- This story is told from three different perspectives. sooo whoever's name is at the top,

in the "= = " symbols, you are seeing the story from their point of view. :) If it's unmarked, we're going omniscient for a bit.

- There (for the most part) are three main characters- Cassie, Ally, and Matt.

- This takes place 17 some years after the events in "Silent Hill 3"

-Thanks for the reviews! It makes me happy. :)

- In other news, I decided to condense the first 3 chapters into one, giving you 3 background stories for 3 characters. (I had only 2 before, I'm just uber lazy and never added the third). It's weird and flashback-y, and I'm sure puts off some people because none of the rest of the story is like that. So it's all jammed into one chapter now!

FYI-

- Just to air on the side of caution ( even though no one has said anything yet- which I am totally thankful ... 'phew' ) - I rated this PG-13 - And I'm not really sure how much swearing is conducive to PG-13, but there will be a lot of it. Kids will be kids you know? Plus you may notice forgoing of capitalization of and using name in vain of the christian / catholic lord. Er whatever. That's a personal dislike I have for holy rollers coming out. My problem, not yours, I'm sorry. But I think it works well with this story. Also, after a while scenery will become more disturbing, and so will situations. Duh. (Unless I just crap out and begin to write the life story of the bear on the "Snuggle" fabric softener commercial. Except, that bear is so in MY nightmares.. I don't know about you. Was I making a point? No, probably not. )

- Enjoy! :)

-Prologue One-

--17 YEARS AGO --

It wouldn't stop screaming.

Terri's blood soaked hands were pressed tightly to her ears, but she could still hear it's wails. Rocking back and forth, it seemed the harder she tried to shut the noise out, the louder it got.

The yellow sun dress she'd purchased not two days earlier was dripping with her own blood. And yet she still bled, with no wounds, and in the worst pain of her life. The rotting shack were she'd been hiding looked as if it were bleeding with her. The walls were decaying wooden planks, seeping something slow moving and black. Not that Terri cared, or was even aware anymore.

This town, everything had gone to hell in this town. She wasn't capable of understanding any of it. She had come here to meet with Patrick, her on again off again lover of some time. Terri had a surprise for him this time though. Her baby. Their baby. Terri was pregnant. She'd left her husband, and came back to Silent Hill with only the clothes on her back to find her lover. Terri was a reasonable woman, her affluent husband wouldn't stay with her if he found out about the affair or illegitimate child. She cast herself out of a life she didn't believe she deserved anymore.

Now she sits covered in her own blood, numb with visions of things that cannot possibly exist. She'd seen..... things. Monsters. Awful things that smelled of rotten meat and looked like they were turned inside out. She'd been running ever since she saw the first one. It was like a moaning bag of carrion, walking upright, almost like a person. She hadn't believed it was real. But the smell, the movements. She ran as fast as she could. And it was only the first.

Maybe it was the noise, maybe it was the thick black liquid sliding down her back and arms, maybe it was the subsiding pain, but Terri got up.

She had to get out of this hell. She had to survive. Later she would question this sudden resolve. She'd never been one for self preservation.

Her legs didn't work quite correctly, and it's no wonder. Terri bent down, and picked up the wailing bloody mess, and left the rotting shack with her baby.

-Prologue Two-

– 16 Years ago --

They probably should have noticed she was sick.

Mallory was new, but well liked at her new job. She was filling a recently vacated position at the new "Michaels" outlet store. No one really knew much about her, just that she had recently moved into town with her boyfriend. That of course started a stir amongst the older ladies, living in sin and such. But after her first week, sweet Mallory had won over even her toughest critics at the store. She was a hard worker, always on time, always helpful and friendly to the customers.

As a matter of fact, it was very hard not to like her. So warm, always smiling. That was another point of Mallory. Her perfect smile. In addition to her kind demeanor, she was quite beautiful. While it did look like she was aged a bit beyond her 20 some years, she had flawless dark skin, hair that curled around large beautiful brown eyes. Not to mention the positively stunning figure she retained after having her baby.

Maybe that's why the ladies of "Michaels" had nothing but cruel crow like smiles when perfect Mallory came stumbling in Monday morning.

Sally (who cut fabric) whispered to Joan (who was on register) that Mallory (the new girl), must have had a drunken tumble from grace. Joan must have told Marla ( the next register over), because someone told Jenny (the blabber-mouth in the office). Well, the long and short of it was, that of course, workplace gossip is never short.

Mallory was dripping with sweat in the middle of winter, trying desperately to make out which time card was hers. It took only 15 minutes for the rumor to spread around the entire store that she must have been parting to hard over the weekend. It however took over another 30 minutes for a Betsy, the store manager, to check on her.

Betsy didn't have to look far however. Mallory was still at the time cards. Her knees were bent, hands outstretched at the wall. Several cards were on the floor.

"Mal? Mal sweetie? Are you all right?" Betsy was shocked when Mallory turned around. Awkward and oddly pale, still dripping with sweat. Her eyes were dull and puffy, almost truly purple. The older woman just stared in almost parental like horror as the poor girl collapsed to the floor.

No one had said anything to her face, but secretly, most of them had whispered it. As perfect as Mallory seemed, she had a tightness to her smile. A dark shadow only reflected in her eyes. Whatever she had seen or done aged her mercilessly.

Mallory could only curl up and cry. Everyone who worked at the store had formed a gaping circle around her, shaking heads and disapproving clucks. The harsh yellow florescent lights beat down just hard enough that she couldn't see through her swollen eyes.

But she didn't need to see. She knew what was happening. The whispers covered up the one thing she croaked out that day.

"I didn't deserve to leave Silent Hill."

-Prologue Three-

– 12 Years Ago--

"Should we?"

Gabriel still holding the child she had so fiercely argued for, now seemed uncertain. Only 25, Gabriel was already bitter beyond her years. This in mind, when they found the small girl on a dusty side road, Roger was quite taken aback when she wanted to take the girl with them. Roger, Gabriel's soft spoken husband, was aware when they married that Gabriel was incapable of bearing children.

Is that why she wanted the girl?

The girl, she said she was 5. She couldn't, or wouldn't remember anything else. Gabriel found her lying face down in the mud. If they weren't lost, if they hadn't pulled over to read the map, they would have never seen her. They wouldn't have pulled her up in time. It was raining hard, the girl was practically blue and shivering violently in Gabriel 's lap.

" We should, who would leave her like this?" Roger had made up his mind. They had saved her. All signs pointed to this being a miracle. A child to the childless couple, a girl about to die saved in her time of need. It was a miracle the found her.

A miracle.