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

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This story is told from 2 or 3 different perspectives. sooo whoever's name is at the top, you are seeing the story from their point of view. :)

This takes place 17 years after the events in silent hill 3

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= MATT =

"Awwwwww shit."

When desks that are usually piled together are lined up in well spaced rows, everybody's quiet and staring at you, it's never a good sign.

Mrs. Van looked up from her desk.

"Quite correct Mr. Williams, now do take a scantron off the desk and begin your test."

Sighing I took the tiny test card and looked for an open seat. One in the back, peachy.

To make matters better, I was 20 minutes late to class. It was shaping up to be a fantastic day. I woke up late, the milk had gone bad, my car stalled, and now a test I apparently didn't study for?

There really wasn't even a point in starting, so I didn't. I put my head down and let the white noise of classroom sniffles and pencils on paper lull me to sleep. That was until,

-click-

A pencil fell to the floor. Just enough noise to get my eyes to open. And...... aw shit. I was right next to Allyson Gabe. The leper Queen.

Well, I mean. Ok, it's not anything specific was wrong with her. Just... she was.... weird. She was the kid sitting alone on the benches at lunch. If a hackey sack got thrown near her, she wouldn't throw it back, she'd get up and move. But it goes beyond your average anti-social kid. Everyone who went to elementary with her said the minute she transferred to the school all the kids got mysteriously ill.

And at the same time.... she did have a great rack....

Just as I was getting the warm happy feeling a girl with a c-cup always gives, I caught something weird from the side of my eye.

Blood?

There was blood all over Allyson's desk.

She was hunched over and shaking, the desk started to rattle. The blood was coming from her chest, with enough force behind it that it was trailing down her desk and over to mine.

".. Holy..... shit..." my voice sounded distant. The screech of metal on linoleum alerted Mrs. Van as I sprang out of my desk.

I didn't realize I was still moving backward until I hit the heater. The other kids were freaking out too.

"Oh my god.." "What's happening to her?"

"What in the hell?"

"....freak" "Oh Jesus...."

"Is this a joke?"

"That's disgusting...."

Mrs. Van was on the phone yelling at the office to send someone down, clutching the cord like she was worried. And yet, no one had made a move to help her.

Allyson slumped out of the chair and hit the floor, with a slap. Blood soaked into her white sweatshirt. Everyone was out of their seats now, backing up.

Then she went still.

= ALLY =

Why?

Why... Would anything hurt like this?

I mean seriously, a science test and a sinus headache? I'm to tired for this crap.

' List three causes for global warming.'

Let's see....

1. Your mom

2. Your mom

3. ... uhhhh your mom

That's how I win.

Sighing I realized there were still three more pages to bullshit my way through.

Aaaaaand my pen is leaking? Awesome. Just fricken' awesome. I tapped the end of it a bit.

Wait a second, my pen's not red, it's a pencil. Pencils are very seldom red.

Crap! My hands immediately shot up to my face. Nose bleed? ... No, all's clear in the nasal area. My eyes shot quickly around the room, no one was looking. Man, what was this? It had to be blood.... Shit!

A kid came in late, drawing attention to the front of the room. Good.

That's it, go to the side of the room. No kid, what are you doing? Why are you getting near me? No stupid boy, go somewhere else. Or sit right the fuck next to me, lovely choice asshole. I just hunched over my paper in attempt to hid the mess. Must... find .. tissues.....

I had to scan the room for a good 5 minutes before I saw a box of 'Kleenex'. On top of the cabinet next to Mrs. Van's desk, in front of the whole room. Now just to get up to get to them? I could wipe off most of the desk with my sleeve and use the tissue on my paper? No... wearing white, bad idea.....

My dad said once that I was like an elephant. I guess repetitive movement calms elephants. I do stuff like that too. Tapping things, or rubbing my hands together. I didn't realize I was tapping my pencil on my chest until I felt what I had been dreading, my hand had something wet drip on it.

Why is my eraser bloody?

Slowly I put the eraser back to my chest, and it went in. More blood came out. It was like, the only resistance was my sweater.... I pushed the pencil half-way into my chest....

"Oh god...." I whimpered.... what in the hell was wrong with me?

The pencil dropped from my hand, then everything went black.