Fog seemed to barrel in on the town of Silent Hill like a moth to the flame
of a candle. Leon already had found the place a bit unnerving by it's lack
of noise, but with the fog, the town was becoming more warped by the
second.
Taking a metaphorical and physical step forward, Leon Owens pushed the gate that sat in front of Brookhaven open, and stepped out onto the placid street. There were no cars, parked or driving, where he was, nor were there any people around. This town was something of a paradox to Leon as he slowly made his way toward the other side of the street. As he walked, he unfurled the Silent Hill brochure, but instead of finding the regular chatter you would find in a brochure, the whole back of the pamphlet was a map of the town.
Completely unfolding the rigid, yellowed paper, Leon found Brookhaven on the map. Thumbing the corner of the map, he pulled the one thing he carried with him at all times out -- his ball-point pen. Pressing down on the thumb button at the top of the blue pen (the writing on the side advertised some pharmacy that had supplied his place of work with medicine), and circled Brookhaven Hospital on the map. In the back of his mind, he had a notion that he would be returning sometime soon to this place.
Leon clicked the button on the pen again, retracting the writing point. He traced a line with the tip of the pen along the roadway, and found that there was one other place circled on the map, even though he hadn't even brought his pen near it -- King Cemetary, five blocks north of where he was. Leon heaved a sigh, folded the map back up, and stuck it in his pocket with his pen. "Why a cemetary?" he asked the fog as he began to walk forward. His light blue jeans swayed against his legs as he walked, making creases and ultimately just soaking up moisture from the air around him.
Brushing a few stray locks of his dark red chin-length hair from his face, Leon looked around him in a search for some other living being. Yet, there were no people in this town, it seemed, except for him. When this thought hit him, Leon did a full-body shiver, a shudder emanating from his throat. Then, thinking back on this idea, Leon just laughed it off. "It is impossible," said the man as he kept walking, "to be in a town as large as the map showed, and be the only person here."
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Five blocks passed rather quickly. Soon, through the dense fog (it seemed to be thickening) Leon could see the faint outlines of grave markers and ghastly-shaped trees. The perimiter of the King Graveyard was outlined with a black, wrought-iron fence with small, triangular-shaped spearheads on each of the fenceposts. Making his way around this fence, Leon found the gated entranceway, and with tense muscles, he pushed the gate forward, the hinges squeaking in his arrival.
"Ok, Leon, get a hold of yourself. It's just a graveyard. You've seen cadavers before, so headstones should be nothing to you." The man tried to comfort himself as he set foot inside the grassy plot of land, walking over bump and valley that the ground created, more than likely from the dirt that had been dug out and re-packed into the ground for burials.
As Leon made his way about the graveyard, wondering why he had come here, there came a faint static sound from behind one of the far headstones. Taking time to gulp down a whimper of fright, the man slowly inched toward the grave marker near the corner that was shadowed by the monstrous oak trees and dense shrubbery. Putting his shaky hands on the top of the stone monument, Leon leaned over and came face to face with a small, pocket-sized radio. The dial lights on the red radio were turned on, blazing an ethereal blue, and the static light was flashing its caution yellow. Reaching over, Leon grabbed the plastic box and pulled it up. Turning it over, he began to search for an off switch when he noticed that the battery case was open, and there were no batteries within the radio.
Leon supressed another whimper of fear, and slowly turned the radio back over. Staring at it for a few moments, he became infatuated with the box of white noise until a low hissing sound came from behind him. Jumping a good two feet in the air, Leon turned around on his heels and began to stumble backward in the graveyard. The hissing grew louder, and Leon could see that there was a four legged.... something emerging from the bushes near where he had found the radio.
His feet gave way, and Leon went tumbling down, and struck the back of his head against something hard and heavy-feeling. Grunting, the man turned over to find a wrought-iron fence spike laying on the ground in a haphazard place. Rubbing his head, Leon turned around. At that point, his jaw dropped.
From the bushes had emerged quite a hideous creature. It's body was in the shape of a cat-like creature, but it had only one eye, a large one right in the middle of its forehead that glowed a horrific orange color. It's mouth, when the creature hissed, was melded to itself, so instead of having a full, open orifice, it had holes in a tight skinflap, like Swiss cheese. The creature's skin was a dullish grey-brown color, and seemed to shimmer with a liquid that Leon didn't want to identify. Its paws were more like misshapen hooves, and it had a bloody stub for a tail.
Leon yelped in horror, and groped for the fencepost behind him. Feeling his hand wrap around the cold, damp metal, he hefted it up (it was a bit on the heavy side, but he could swing it rather well) and pocketed the radio at the same time. Wrapping both hands around the shaft of the spear-like object, Leon held it defensively as the cat creature inched nearer, its malignant hissing seeming to echo in a place where no echoes should occur.
Then, the creature leapt, long knife-like claws becoming present from it's paw-like appendages. Squeaking out a scream, Leon swung the iron gatepost like a bat, and managed to knock the thing off to the side of him. Bashing into a tombstone, the creature chipped the granite a bit as it fell to the ground, letting out a hissing whimper.
Leon quickly jumped over to the cat-creature, and impaled it's head on the spiked end of the makeshift spear multiple times. Growling as he did, he felt the ground give way as he continued stabbing, not stopping until a goopy black blood-like substance began to run from the creature. Panting, he took a step back, and then the man ran toward the gate. Hanging from the metal exit to the graveyard was a sign that had not been there before. It was written in red ink, much like blood, and was short and slightly unnerving.
-The Cancer is Nigh-
Taking a metaphorical and physical step forward, Leon Owens pushed the gate that sat in front of Brookhaven open, and stepped out onto the placid street. There were no cars, parked or driving, where he was, nor were there any people around. This town was something of a paradox to Leon as he slowly made his way toward the other side of the street. As he walked, he unfurled the Silent Hill brochure, but instead of finding the regular chatter you would find in a brochure, the whole back of the pamphlet was a map of the town.
Completely unfolding the rigid, yellowed paper, Leon found Brookhaven on the map. Thumbing the corner of the map, he pulled the one thing he carried with him at all times out -- his ball-point pen. Pressing down on the thumb button at the top of the blue pen (the writing on the side advertised some pharmacy that had supplied his place of work with medicine), and circled Brookhaven Hospital on the map. In the back of his mind, he had a notion that he would be returning sometime soon to this place.
Leon clicked the button on the pen again, retracting the writing point. He traced a line with the tip of the pen along the roadway, and found that there was one other place circled on the map, even though he hadn't even brought his pen near it -- King Cemetary, five blocks north of where he was. Leon heaved a sigh, folded the map back up, and stuck it in his pocket with his pen. "Why a cemetary?" he asked the fog as he began to walk forward. His light blue jeans swayed against his legs as he walked, making creases and ultimately just soaking up moisture from the air around him.
Brushing a few stray locks of his dark red chin-length hair from his face, Leon looked around him in a search for some other living being. Yet, there were no people in this town, it seemed, except for him. When this thought hit him, Leon did a full-body shiver, a shudder emanating from his throat. Then, thinking back on this idea, Leon just laughed it off. "It is impossible," said the man as he kept walking, "to be in a town as large as the map showed, and be the only person here."
-----
Five blocks passed rather quickly. Soon, through the dense fog (it seemed to be thickening) Leon could see the faint outlines of grave markers and ghastly-shaped trees. The perimiter of the King Graveyard was outlined with a black, wrought-iron fence with small, triangular-shaped spearheads on each of the fenceposts. Making his way around this fence, Leon found the gated entranceway, and with tense muscles, he pushed the gate forward, the hinges squeaking in his arrival.
"Ok, Leon, get a hold of yourself. It's just a graveyard. You've seen cadavers before, so headstones should be nothing to you." The man tried to comfort himself as he set foot inside the grassy plot of land, walking over bump and valley that the ground created, more than likely from the dirt that had been dug out and re-packed into the ground for burials.
As Leon made his way about the graveyard, wondering why he had come here, there came a faint static sound from behind one of the far headstones. Taking time to gulp down a whimper of fright, the man slowly inched toward the grave marker near the corner that was shadowed by the monstrous oak trees and dense shrubbery. Putting his shaky hands on the top of the stone monument, Leon leaned over and came face to face with a small, pocket-sized radio. The dial lights on the red radio were turned on, blazing an ethereal blue, and the static light was flashing its caution yellow. Reaching over, Leon grabbed the plastic box and pulled it up. Turning it over, he began to search for an off switch when he noticed that the battery case was open, and there were no batteries within the radio.
Leon supressed another whimper of fear, and slowly turned the radio back over. Staring at it for a few moments, he became infatuated with the box of white noise until a low hissing sound came from behind him. Jumping a good two feet in the air, Leon turned around on his heels and began to stumble backward in the graveyard. The hissing grew louder, and Leon could see that there was a four legged.... something emerging from the bushes near where he had found the radio.
His feet gave way, and Leon went tumbling down, and struck the back of his head against something hard and heavy-feeling. Grunting, the man turned over to find a wrought-iron fence spike laying on the ground in a haphazard place. Rubbing his head, Leon turned around. At that point, his jaw dropped.
From the bushes had emerged quite a hideous creature. It's body was in the shape of a cat-like creature, but it had only one eye, a large one right in the middle of its forehead that glowed a horrific orange color. It's mouth, when the creature hissed, was melded to itself, so instead of having a full, open orifice, it had holes in a tight skinflap, like Swiss cheese. The creature's skin was a dullish grey-brown color, and seemed to shimmer with a liquid that Leon didn't want to identify. Its paws were more like misshapen hooves, and it had a bloody stub for a tail.
Leon yelped in horror, and groped for the fencepost behind him. Feeling his hand wrap around the cold, damp metal, he hefted it up (it was a bit on the heavy side, but he could swing it rather well) and pocketed the radio at the same time. Wrapping both hands around the shaft of the spear-like object, Leon held it defensively as the cat creature inched nearer, its malignant hissing seeming to echo in a place where no echoes should occur.
Then, the creature leapt, long knife-like claws becoming present from it's paw-like appendages. Squeaking out a scream, Leon swung the iron gatepost like a bat, and managed to knock the thing off to the side of him. Bashing into a tombstone, the creature chipped the granite a bit as it fell to the ground, letting out a hissing whimper.
Leon quickly jumped over to the cat-creature, and impaled it's head on the spiked end of the makeshift spear multiple times. Growling as he did, he felt the ground give way as he continued stabbing, not stopping until a goopy black blood-like substance began to run from the creature. Panting, he took a step back, and then the man ran toward the gate. Hanging from the metal exit to the graveyard was a sign that had not been there before. It was written in red ink, much like blood, and was short and slightly unnerving.
-The Cancer is Nigh-