Whoa, it has been a while since I have written a fanfic...o.oa probably a little too long....Anyways, this is my first....Well, my first silent hill fanfic that's gonna be posted here on n.n I just recently rented the second one, beat it, AND I LOVED IT! So, this story will be based off the second silent hill, as our hero, James Sunderland, will be playing a big role. So, don't flame me yet! Just sit back, relax, and ignore the fact that Pyramid Head is RIGHT BEHIND YOU.

Disclaimer: I own Amy, but I don't own the others!

The day was beautiful. The sun was shining, no clouds in the sky, the temp was just right. It was one of those days where it didn't seem like anything bad could happen, where everything would go right. One would almost say it was....magical.

A young girl's laughs of happiness could be heard as her father picks her up and spins her around."Stop, Daddy, stop! I'm getting dizzy!" She cries, and he puts her down, laughing.

"Be nice to her, John!" A woman scolds him, elbowing him very gently in the side. The girl giggles and starts running offto the park entrance. "Be careful, honey! Stay away from the road!"

"I will!" She promises, laughing and skipping happily. She was so engrossed in her own little childish world that she did not notice the sky darkening, or the ominous feeling that suddenly cut through the air. She didn't hear her parents calling out to her, telling her to stop, to come back.

The little girl only stopped when a tall man wearing all black pulled out a gun and started firing.

Amy awoke with a start, gasping for air. She looked around in a panic, then remembered where she was and relaxed. She was in Brahams, a small town near another town, Silent Hill. She was in a small and deserted bar. "Musta fallen asleep..." She muttered, rubbing her eyes and standing up. The bar tend nodded at her as she sleepily walked over to the bathroom.

Amy Harvey was 17 years old with long black hair that ran past her shoulders, light brown hair highlighting her unruly bangs. She had green eyes and tan skin. She looked at herself in the mirror and washed her face, then stopping to stare at the scar on the right side of her face. It crossed her right eye, though she could still see just fine through it.

A chill ran through her spine, and she ignored it, looking away from the mirror. Stop it, she commanded herself. Just stop it. She dried off her hands and face, walking back out to the bar and sitting down. She got out a cigaratte, the bar tender lighting it for her.

"Ye're too young to be smokin'," He mused, drying a glass and watching her. Amy smiled.

"Probably," She agreed, inhaling deeply. "Hey, how long does it take to get from here to Silent Hill?" She blinked when the bar tender froze, staring at her.

"...Why would ye need to know that?" He asked in such a serious tone that the teen shivered, suddenly very cold. She pulled her leather jacket closer, wishing that she had worn a long sleeved shirt instead of the black tanktop. "Silent Hill's a bad place. No place of the likes of ye."

"I need to get there," She said, looking at him. "And I don't care if it's a bad place, I've been in bad towns before." He shook his head.

"Ye don't understand. It's a BAD place. Strange thing's go on over there," He said ominously. "It's deserted...But a few years ago, we lost a good cop. She went there, ne'er came back. Cybil Bennet, I believe."

Amy was starting to grow annoyed. "Listen, I'd love to hear some urban legends about a ghost town, but if you won't tell me where it is, I'll find someone else," She snapped, putting out her cigaratte and standing up. "I gotta get there."

"Why?" The bar tender asked again, and she grit her teeth. "I'll tell ye where it is, but I want to know why I'm sending some teenager on a suicide mission."

Amy was quiet, clenching her fists. She wore fingerless gloves that were black and red, and at the moment, the colors fitted her mood. ".....I gotta meet someone there," She answered finally, her tone begging for no more questions. "Now, please, can you tell me how to get there?"

The bar tender sighed and nodded, rummaging through the bar. He pulled out what looked like a map and handed it to her. "Here," He grunted. "There's ye a map to Silent Hill. But, I'm telling ye..."

"Yeah, yeah," She interrupted, taking the map and looking it over. "Thanks, old-timer." She started to leave, but he grabbed her arm.

"Take this also," He said and handed her a cross. She frowned slightly but took it, not in the mood to fight it. It was just some paraniod old man, why not humor him? He looked a little relieved but sighed very heavily when she left. "Suicidal Hell's Angel....God be with you..."

"Fuck," Amy growled when her motorcycle started to sputter. "Come on, baby, hold out just a little longer!!" The bike continued to sputter but held out until they came to a small rest stop where it promptly quit working. Amy let out another expletive and got off of it, looking around.

It was foggy, extremely foggy. She took off her jacket, tieing it around her waist and taking a step forward. The rest stop seemed deserted except for a lone car nearby. But it seemed old, plus some of the doors were opened. She eyed it for a moment before taking a look at the map, marking off where gates were.

"Guess the only way is down that path," She mused aloud, taking a step toward it. She could hear a lake nearby, but that was the only sound she could hear. It gave her the creeps, making her feel isolated and alone. Amy suddenly longed for some company, anything to make the loneliness go away. Her hand moved to her back pocket, taking out the faded and yellowed paper. She unfolded it, sighing.

It was an old brochure for Silent Hill, proclaiming the beautiful Toluca Lake and the Amusement Park. We'll take you here one day, Amy, a voice whispered, and the shuddered, closing her eyes.

"Not there.." She whispered, shivering.

It's so beautiful there! I went there when I was once a little girl, just like you. The water was wonderful, the people friendly...Aww, it was the greatest vacation a girl could ask for. I promise, Amy, when you're a little older, I'll take you there. Just me and you....

What about Daddy, Mommy?

Daddy doesn't want to go. It'll be our little secret, girl to girl, ok?

"Go AWAY," Amy snarled as she walked, clenching her fist. "Not there, not there!"

Okay, Mommy....I won't tell Daddy...Mommy?

Yes, Amy?

If I ever went to Silent Hill by myself, would I find you?

...Yes, Amy. I'm sure you could.

"SHUT UP!!!" Amy suddenly shouted, falling to her knees. "Shut up, shut up, shut up!!!!!" She started sobbing, the old brochure falling to the ground. Amy clamped her hands over her ears, sobbing, begging for the voices to stop.

o.o Well. That was strange...I hope you guys like it. I'll be able to update quicker since I'm out of school. -dances- Anyways, questions, comments, random flames are accepted. Please review, all are welcome