SILENT HILL- The Man Wakes
Noah was still frozen in place by the mental overload he was being subjected to. The grotesque thing
was at his feet, he had to hit it first, he knew he had to. But his muscles wouldn't listen to him, and a voice
inside his head began barking orders. It told him to fight, it told him he'd spent too long with Estelle and her
foolish ways. It said that to live life one needed to be strong, and cold, so that nothing could get to him no matter
how bad it was. Get to him and make him feel, as he was now. Terrified in fact, he couldn't even turn his head
away from it. That's what you get, the voice in his head reasoned. It sounded a lot like James, betrayed
and disappointed that Noah had gone against the way they'd both decided to live long ago. Noah, you should have
known better. James taunted, as the horrible creature stopped in front of him. It's body quivered all over,
as the moaning grew high pitched and ominous. Better than to trust, better than to think of others so quickly.
You should have known better than to believe, Noah. James' words caued turmoil in Noah's heart, as he
desperately tried to break from the fear that held him still. This must have been exactly what Estelle had warned of.
His own mind was defeating him, screwing him up so badly that he couldn't even defend himself. Had it been wrong?
Should he have just left her there? Would she really have done the same for him if their positions were reversed?
The disturbingly familiar creautre suddenly came at him, it's legs swinging out and kicking Noah straight in the face.
He fell over hard, his head hitting nothing as he looked down at the abyss below. There was barely enough of the
catwalk left now for he and the monster to share, one would soon have to go...Too many questions, James' voice
yammered on. Too many feelings you can't control, you say you don't want to live like that but...Noah got up
as quickly as he could, the paralysis broken by the hard blow. Noah's nose was bleeding, and he felt that his jaw
was most likely broken. The goddamned mutation kicked like a mule on steroids. But if you really want to live, you have to.
James' voice insisted, as the unsavory fiend caught Noah around the neck with it's legs. It was choking him, the oxygen
rapidly fleeing his lungs. So the only real question Noah, is do you really want to live at all? James' voice was a tormenter,
bringing every drop of emotion out of Noah all at once. What a horrible place this was, Noah thought. And he had still
come here willingly, just like James. I know you want to die Noah, deep down you know it too. James just wouldn't shut
up, as if he were trying to confuse Noah even further instead of help him. Because really, I did too. James confessed
inside Noah's head. It was true, he had perhaps come here meaning to get James back or die trying. Or perhaps, to
simple die with James, and not to be left behind in the crule world without him. That was the real truth of it, Noah
realized. But everything was so strange now, strange and new and full of hope. He didn't know Estelle, at all really.
He'dwanted to and never had the chance. If he died now he never would, but perhaps that was better.
She would only hurt him, leave him, make him wish he'd never been born just like every other person he'd ever met.
James was the exception, not Estelle. Only James saw things his way, his way....The creature brought Noah's body down
with fierce power, slamming his head against the metal walkway and adding even more blood to it. It's one large eye sunk deep
into the vagina glared at him. It was going to kill him, Noah knew that. "Not my way.." Noah whispered, as the last four months
flew through Noah's mind in a flurry. He had rigged their first meeting intentionally, fascinated by James outlook on life.
But as they'd become friends it was James' way of living, not his own that he'd found. He didn't want it, not the way he was
before or the way James had made him. He didn't want any of it. He wanted only to laugh and smile, and not feel like a
weakened man for doing so. He wanted to get Estelle the hell out of here, and show her a world she'd never seen before.
Where things weren't ugly the way she saw, only the way he did. He had hope, foolish pointless laughable hope that
Estelle could teach him that way of seeing, that way of being. That was what he wanted, not death. Only peace.
Death is the only peace, this is the only way. James' voice faded out, as a long stiletto made of bone protruded
from the creature's asshole. "I can't live your way anymore, James." Noah spoke out loud, as the sharpened bone
thrust towards his torso. He shouted loud eboug hto hurt his own ears, grabbing the monster's legs with both hands and
twisting himself around. The wickedly long stiletto ripped his shirt near the waist, cutting shallow along his side.
A rage of untold caliber surged through Noah, as his life came sharply into focus in that instant. James was wrong, as was he.
And Estelle had been right. The only way to truly live, was to feel, and to see, and to let that path lead you where it may.
Noah stood up, his legs almost breaking as he pulled the putrid giant with him. He held it's legs spread, his biceps strained
as the creature fought back mightily. He brought his foot stomping down on it, his heel squarely mashing that damned eye
hard enough so that it popped. Puss and fluid sprayed evereywhere, yet it could have been a warm summer rain for all
Noah cared. The stiletto thrust towrds his head this time, as Noah released the monster and dove for his pickax. It had fallen
away from him. Hanging precariously on the edge of the catwalk. With each blow exchanged it rattled and shook closer to
falling away from him, his only weapon. The monster roared madly, charging at him as the stiletto actually doubled in length.
It stuck clean through Noah's leg at the ankle, as he fell forward with a scream. Too little too late, the monster would have it's
fill of him. Noah hated that so much, meeting his demise at something so truthfully portraying his wretched stepmother.
She would be the death of him, even though he'd escaped her. Even after the years had rid him of her memory.
He landed hard, breaking at least one of his ribs. His hand caught the pickax, as the monster charged over him.
Sweet Jesus, Noah thought. The entire face of it's back was a mouth. He somehow found strength enough to swing the
pickax up into it, sticking the horrible thing through the midst of it's body. He pushed with every thing he had, forcing his
body to curl up as much as it hurt. The monster was flipped head over heels, hanging off the catwalk with the pickax
held in it's mouth. "You never even knew I loved you, you silly cunt." Noah said through tears, kicking the last unsightly
reminder of her to it's doom. It shrieked horribly, as it fell down. So far, as if in slow motion, until it vanished from sight.
Noah lay there on the catwalk, bleeding and sobbing his heart's sorrow out of him as the sirens came again. Mixing with
his screams and the fading moans of the creature they formed a nightmarish symphony, as the world once again
crumbled away rfom Noah. When he awoke, the double doors of the hospital greeted him. He law on the front steps,
picking his aching body up and making it move by sheer willl alone. The truth of him uncovered, he could only think of
Estelle. The doors were locked, refusing to give way even when he took the pickax to them. He stummbled, his leg
shouting with him as he ranted like a loon. Estelle was trapped inside that horrible place once again, with no hope of him
coming to get her. He couldn't take it, he wished he hadn't won. Almost in harmony with that very thought, a ladder
appeared before him right there on the sidewalk. Without a moment's hesitation he took a health drink from his back pocket,
cutting his fingers on the shards of glass from the other bottles which had broked in the struggle. He twitsed the cap
off and hurled it defiantly at the hospital, chuging the sweet berry juice down and letting the empty bottle drop as he began
to climb. He would find her and set her free, he would do it or be put to death trying.
Noah was still frozen in place by the mental overload he was being subjected to. The grotesque thing
was at his feet, he had to hit it first, he knew he had to. But his muscles wouldn't listen to him, and a voice
inside his head began barking orders. It told him to fight, it told him he'd spent too long with Estelle and her
foolish ways. It said that to live life one needed to be strong, and cold, so that nothing could get to him no matter
how bad it was. Get to him and make him feel, as he was now. Terrified in fact, he couldn't even turn his head
away from it. That's what you get, the voice in his head reasoned. It sounded a lot like James, betrayed
and disappointed that Noah had gone against the way they'd both decided to live long ago. Noah, you should have
known better. James taunted, as the horrible creature stopped in front of him. It's body quivered all over,
as the moaning grew high pitched and ominous. Better than to trust, better than to think of others so quickly.
You should have known better than to believe, Noah. James' words caued turmoil in Noah's heart, as he
desperately tried to break from the fear that held him still. This must have been exactly what Estelle had warned of.
His own mind was defeating him, screwing him up so badly that he couldn't even defend himself. Had it been wrong?
Should he have just left her there? Would she really have done the same for him if their positions were reversed?
The disturbingly familiar creautre suddenly came at him, it's legs swinging out and kicking Noah straight in the face.
He fell over hard, his head hitting nothing as he looked down at the abyss below. There was barely enough of the
catwalk left now for he and the monster to share, one would soon have to go...Too many questions, James' voice
yammered on. Too many feelings you can't control, you say you don't want to live like that but...Noah got up
as quickly as he could, the paralysis broken by the hard blow. Noah's nose was bleeding, and he felt that his jaw
was most likely broken. The goddamned mutation kicked like a mule on steroids. But if you really want to live, you have to.
James' voice insisted, as the unsavory fiend caught Noah around the neck with it's legs. It was choking him, the oxygen
rapidly fleeing his lungs. So the only real question Noah, is do you really want to live at all? James' voice was a tormenter,
bringing every drop of emotion out of Noah all at once. What a horrible place this was, Noah thought. And he had still
come here willingly, just like James. I know you want to die Noah, deep down you know it too. James just wouldn't shut
up, as if he were trying to confuse Noah even further instead of help him. Because really, I did too. James confessed
inside Noah's head. It was true, he had perhaps come here meaning to get James back or die trying. Or perhaps, to
simple die with James, and not to be left behind in the crule world without him. That was the real truth of it, Noah
realized. But everything was so strange now, strange and new and full of hope. He didn't know Estelle, at all really.
He'dwanted to and never had the chance. If he died now he never would, but perhaps that was better.
She would only hurt him, leave him, make him wish he'd never been born just like every other person he'd ever met.
James was the exception, not Estelle. Only James saw things his way, his way....The creature brought Noah's body down
with fierce power, slamming his head against the metal walkway and adding even more blood to it. It's one large eye sunk deep
into the vagina glared at him. It was going to kill him, Noah knew that. "Not my way.." Noah whispered, as the last four months
flew through Noah's mind in a flurry. He had rigged their first meeting intentionally, fascinated by James outlook on life.
But as they'd become friends it was James' way of living, not his own that he'd found. He didn't want it, not the way he was
before or the way James had made him. He didn't want any of it. He wanted only to laugh and smile, and not feel like a
weakened man for doing so. He wanted to get Estelle the hell out of here, and show her a world she'd never seen before.
Where things weren't ugly the way she saw, only the way he did. He had hope, foolish pointless laughable hope that
Estelle could teach him that way of seeing, that way of being. That was what he wanted, not death. Only peace.
Death is the only peace, this is the only way. James' voice faded out, as a long stiletto made of bone protruded
from the creature's asshole. "I can't live your way anymore, James." Noah spoke out loud, as the sharpened bone
thrust towards his torso. He shouted loud eboug hto hurt his own ears, grabbing the monster's legs with both hands and
twisting himself around. The wickedly long stiletto ripped his shirt near the waist, cutting shallow along his side.
A rage of untold caliber surged through Noah, as his life came sharply into focus in that instant. James was wrong, as was he.
And Estelle had been right. The only way to truly live, was to feel, and to see, and to let that path lead you where it may.
Noah stood up, his legs almost breaking as he pulled the putrid giant with him. He held it's legs spread, his biceps strained
as the creature fought back mightily. He brought his foot stomping down on it, his heel squarely mashing that damned eye
hard enough so that it popped. Puss and fluid sprayed evereywhere, yet it could have been a warm summer rain for all
Noah cared. The stiletto thrust towrds his head this time, as Noah released the monster and dove for his pickax. It had fallen
away from him. Hanging precariously on the edge of the catwalk. With each blow exchanged it rattled and shook closer to
falling away from him, his only weapon. The monster roared madly, charging at him as the stiletto actually doubled in length.
It stuck clean through Noah's leg at the ankle, as he fell forward with a scream. Too little too late, the monster would have it's
fill of him. Noah hated that so much, meeting his demise at something so truthfully portraying his wretched stepmother.
She would be the death of him, even though he'd escaped her. Even after the years had rid him of her memory.
He landed hard, breaking at least one of his ribs. His hand caught the pickax, as the monster charged over him.
Sweet Jesus, Noah thought. The entire face of it's back was a mouth. He somehow found strength enough to swing the
pickax up into it, sticking the horrible thing through the midst of it's body. He pushed with every thing he had, forcing his
body to curl up as much as it hurt. The monster was flipped head over heels, hanging off the catwalk with the pickax
held in it's mouth. "You never even knew I loved you, you silly cunt." Noah said through tears, kicking the last unsightly
reminder of her to it's doom. It shrieked horribly, as it fell down. So far, as if in slow motion, until it vanished from sight.
Noah lay there on the catwalk, bleeding and sobbing his heart's sorrow out of him as the sirens came again. Mixing with
his screams and the fading moans of the creature they formed a nightmarish symphony, as the world once again
crumbled away rfom Noah. When he awoke, the double doors of the hospital greeted him. He law on the front steps,
picking his aching body up and making it move by sheer willl alone. The truth of him uncovered, he could only think of
Estelle. The doors were locked, refusing to give way even when he took the pickax to them. He stummbled, his leg
shouting with him as he ranted like a loon. Estelle was trapped inside that horrible place once again, with no hope of him
coming to get her. He couldn't take it, he wished he hadn't won. Almost in harmony with that very thought, a ladder
appeared before him right there on the sidewalk. Without a moment's hesitation he took a health drink from his back pocket,
cutting his fingers on the shards of glass from the other bottles which had broked in the struggle. He twitsed the cap
off and hurled it defiantly at the hospital, chuging the sweet berry juice down and letting the empty bottle drop as he began
to climb. He would find her and set her free, he would do it or be put to death trying.