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 =

What in the hell was I even thinking?

Re-hashing the events in my mind, I just couldn't make sense of it. I wanted to know what I had seen. But when I approached Allyson, I just got so mad. Beforehand I wasn't angry, just, confused. The same thing with Cassie. When I saw her I wanted to ask what she saw, but, I couldn't. Like something was messing around in my head. I was saying things that didn't even make sense to me.

I had heard whispers.

Slowing down I peered into some empty shops. I had been moving quickly before. Like the faster I moved the faster I could get out of this icy, overcast day. Sadly, it didn't really matter how fast I was moving, since I didn't know where I was going. I had just wanted to leave the school so badly. Looking around I came to the realization I had wandered pretty damn far from school. Not only that, but I wasn't quite sure where I was.

"Shit" I whispered, even though I was the only person on the street. But I always felt awful if I swore in front of kids. So since I was very close to a fair I decided to tone it down. Wait a second, a fair? What's a freaking fair doing here in the middle of October? I could have sworn they only came in the summer.

Pushed onward by awkward sounding music and children's laughter, my pace once again picked up. It looked to be just past Ray's Ice Cream Shop, which was only a block away.

Man it was quiet. I kept moving but risked a glance at my watch. 10:40. I really wanted to get back to my car before lunch. On the other hand though, I really wanted to see what a fair was here for.

That thought made me pause. My curiosity made me look like an ass twice this morning. Would the same thing happen here as well? I mean, I'm not an angry person usually. It was like, that weird hallucination triggered something. The second I tried to remember what went on, I saw the black board again.

"my dear child" Written completely in blood.

Then the whispers started. Like, schoolyard chanting. The voices all sounded like young children.

"Witch."

" devil"

"..out to get us"

"don't let her touch you."

"She'll kill you. "

- DING -

The sound of a door opening scared the shit out of me. Even though really seeing anyone at this point would have been a comfort. My long walk had gone on without seeing a single person.

At least, it should have been comforting. Standing there with an ice cream cone dripping in sprinkles and topped with a cherry, was Allyson.

= CASSIE =

" Miss Davies, going somewhere?"

The voice was so old, loud, and flem filled it made my skin crawl. It was Mrs. Medell, the quintessential hall guard. Sporting her hand knit pink pony sweater and "Worlds Best Grandma" socks seen clearly due too the fact that her pants must have ended right where the socks started. The sight of the old woman waddling toward me with such purpose put a smile on my face.

"Just goin' home Ma'am. " As I said as I gleefully presented her with a note (self written of course) with attached office permission to leave school grounds.

Snatching away the letter like the slightly obese hawk she was, she seemed almost pained to return it.

" I'm watching you Ms. Davies. I have four children and 10 grandchildren, I know when you kids are up to something."

I gave the old hag my brightest smile and offered " Why Mrs. Medell, you surely can't be old enough to have grandchildren!"

She scowled. " None as bratty as you. I swear, " she said, straightening out her spine, and looking a bit more tired than being 80 million years old should make her, " you kids are hell. You're the third one to leave in a half hour. Kudos on getting permission though."

I remained smiling. Third?

Her scowl got deeper. "Even if that note is forged. Good day Ms. Davies."

"Oh Mrs. Medell, don't think so ill of me!!" I called out as she shuffled away. "Wouldn't want you to have a stress induced heart attack or anything!"

Ahhh, the pleasures of tormenting the people in the high school institution. Hum, but what did she say? The third? Possibly Allyson (who never returned to class as far as I saw), and Matt (who was headed towards the doors after I talked to him)? Hum.... well, time to think about that later. I had to check out something for myself.

"Come home"

= ALLY =

"Triple sprinkles?" The guy asked again.

"Yes, triple. As in three times your regular amount. " Fuck-head. Just make my ice cream. He turned around I'm sure whispering what a bitch I was. Tapping my fingers on the small counter I smirked. I've heard worse.

He handed me the ice cream and I handed him exact change. That part wasn't about being bitchy, just being cheap. Mmm, food.

I had to push open the door with my rear, due to the fact that I was using both hands to hold up the cone. Aww, there was even a little cherry! Huh, maybe I should have tipped him. My momentary guilt was washed away when I saw what was outside.

- DING -

Fuck!! It was that kid again! The jackass that I had the fun game of 'cut off my air supply' with. He stood looking as dumfounded as I felt. Was he going to try anything again? Should I walk away? Should I run?

"I'm sorry."

Well.... I wasn't expecting that...

I cleared my throat. "Uh, ...what?"

He spread out his hands like the universal sign for being unarmed. "I ... back at the school.. I don't know what came over me."

"Uhh..." I was speechless. It was more surprising to hear someone apologize to me than to strangle me.

He must have took my silence as me not believing him. Which I really didn't. Maybe he brought some friends to help beat me up this time. That I'd believe, because that's happened before.

" God, I didn't.... hurt you, did I?"

He really looked genuinely sorry. Can you look genuinely sorry for strangling a girl? Hey, I think I've seen this on a "Lifetime" movie of the week.

"Uh," I just backed up, and brought the ice cream a little closer to my chest.

Wait a sec, I took a good look at his eye. I could have laughed. I gave him a black eye? Hah! Go team me!

He cocked his head to the side, looking a little lost. That was the only reason I realized I was smiling.

"Um," I started again. "I'm fine, really. No big. How's the eye as long as we're on the subject?"

That brought his level of surprise up to atmospheric levels. "Oh, uh," He raised a hand to it and winced. "Pretty purple I guess, but I deserved it."

The level of remorse in this guys voice, made me wonder. Spilt personality maybe? Anger management problems?

"I'm ok, really. Besides, um, not like I'm not used to it right?" I was beginning to be thankful for never receiving any pity. This was getting tedious.

His eyebrows were furrowed in a mess of guilt. "You shouldn't be. We, I mean, everyone, shouldn't treat you like that. Your not some sort of plague I mean. "

Ahh, my daily plague analogy. Not that he wasn't saying things I had thought about ONE MILLION times before, on that happy note...

"Uh, well look, um, boy. It's ok. I'm fine, you're fine. Everything is fine. Sooooo, I'm going to go now. See ya'."

Just as I turned to leave I heard , "Wait."

Crap.

"What?" I sounded tired. I was tired.

"Matt. My name's Matt. "

Uh, so are we super best friends now? I'm so confused. What is this kids angle?

The ice cream was starting to melt down my hand, leaving little sprinkles looking like washed away logs. "Well... Matt, I'm Allyson, It's very nice to meet you. I do hope we meet again. Bye-bye."

Before I turned again a small question raised in my head. Damnit! I so don't want to talk to him again!

He was looking off into the distance now. Toward the park. Maybe he wanted to go on the jungle gym? It would have been a good time for it. I hadn't seen anyone until I got inside the ice cream shop.

"Hey Matt? Um, before, in the school, did you... see .. something?"

He looked back at me, like I startled him. Did he forget I was here?

"What did I see?" he just whispered it and closed his eyes.

His voice was still low, " I saw... I saw you pointing me out. "

Pointing him out? I scarcely had time to ask "What?" Before that look was back. That look of pure hatred he had given me in the hallway at school.

"Why did you have do that? You bitch! "

Aww crap.