Authors Note: Yay, this is the second last chapter… I have loved writing the story so far and I hope you all liked it too. I will do another silent hill fic when I'm finished this one. I don't know when I'll put up the last chapter because I'm going to be busy over the next few weeks (I just got a job!). Well, here it is. Enjoy…

Chapter 10- The Ritual Mariatus

Michelle's body was still beside me as I woke and everything was in place, yet I felt like I was in a completely different place. The room seemed to be shaking slightly and I could hear a voice calling in the distance although it was unclear what they were saying.

'Michelle.' I said slowly to the still body. 'Sorry I couldn't save you. I must go and protect the others.'

With that I turned and left the room without looking back at her. I knew I would never see her again but I would always remember her. I walked out into the corridor and the place started to shake even more. I wasn't frightened. There was something inside of me that was stopping me from being scared in any way.

I walked down to the first floor and the voice started to become clearer.

'Come back… St. Humphreas'.' It said in a low scratchy voice. 'Your destiny awaits.'

I had the strangest feeling that Sarah was gone from the first floor by now and was waiting for me in the mental hospital. I decided to hurry and get there. Maybe I could also get Anri out.

The ground really started to rock as I reached the lobby on the ground floor and I could hear the walls trembling, almost threatening to fall on me. I walked out onto the street and immediately recognised where I was. The street was completely dark, the only light coming from my flashlight and the ground seemed to be broken and filthy but I knew I was in the same spot where I had first talked to my mother.

The ground was trembling around me so I decided to run to the hospital entrance. A mutated nurse seemed to be waiting outside the theme park. I looked at it's face, the slime and grool running from it's mouth for an instant and then shot it dead.

'Stupid bitch.' I said as I walked by.

Suddenly the voices stopped around me and a siren started.

Not this again, I thought tiredly.

To my surprise, I didn't fall over and nothing changed but the siren continued to go off in the distance. The ground was calming now and was only shaking every few seconds. I didn't slow down because I could hear tight, croaky breathing through the darkness and I knew that there were countless monsters out on the streets stalking me.

I eventually reached the mental hospital and found that the chain had been taken off and the gate was wide open. I rushed in and through the door.

I found myself in the dark reception room from before. I slammed the door shut behind me and I instantly heard a click.

I'm locked in, I thought angrily.

I looked around the room and saw a large book propped up on the reception desk. I walked over towards it. There was some magnetic force in my brain that made me want to read it. The ground stopped moving completely now (although the siren continued).

The Ritual Mariatus:

The chosen woman is blessed. She must have a baby boy and raise him with love for a year. She must abandon that son and leave it with the seal. She must then become pregnant on the night she abandons the first son by the same man. She will give birth to twins, two halves. Their destinies will be set. The son with the mark will be our God, as we know him and the son without the seal will try to prevent God from rising. Both sons must grow up together and become close. One son has to kill his father, determined by their tests. The father will rot away to death if he is not killed before the time and the ritual won't work if he does. On the chosen night, God will be brought to his glory, revealed from his shell. This will be done by the Ritual Mariatus. The mother and second son must be killed by God and their bodies taken, they will then become one with God through their blood.

I finished the text in horror. It was so weird. Why would anyone want to do such a thing? What kind of useless God could possibly rise from this inhumanity?

I felt like I had lost everything. I knew at that moment that I would have to confront Anri the next time I saw him and I'd probably have to kill him.

I read through the text again and realised that something wasn't right. Why was our Mother still testing me if our Father was already dead? It just didn't make any sense. I stared at the book for a few moments longer and eventually took my gaze away from it. I needed to stop this. I headed out and onto the stairs, I thought that Anri would probably be in his own room, room 302. As I reached the second floor I noticed that there was a large grate covering the stairwell to the third floor. It was locked with a large bolt.

'Fuck.' I yelled loudly.

There was a small note attached.

Note to the Nurses: I left the key to the third floor in my office. The patients that are allowed out of their cells shouldn't be let up to the third floor because it is too dangerous. I have had enough of them running from whatever or whoever is up there. Something has them spooked and I am almost certain it is Anri from room 302 who is spooking them. What is wrong with that boy?

I threw the note to the ground and headed for the Nurses' office. I walked in through the door of the small office. Nothing had really been moved since I last came and the place was still in a complete mess. I decided to open a few drawers to find the key and eventually found it in the bottom drawer I stuck it in my bag and headed out. I heard something moving inside a nearby room as I walked. I headed towards the door and flung it open to see Philip again. He looked so frightened and as though he wouldn't be able to take the town anymore.

'Philip.' I called. 'What happened to you?'

'I was…' Philip gulped. 'I was summoned here.'

'What?' I said, surprised at his answer.

'She brought me… she started that siren.'

'Philip, I don't think we have time.' I said quickly. 'We have to get out of this town soon.' I looked down at the floor in sadness. 'I have to face my brother.'

'I know.' Philip said, his eyes wide in terror. 'I can't stay in this town much longer… I need to get out… I want to leave… alive. '

'I know, Philip.' I sighed. 'I know.'

'Let's find your brother then!' He said.

'Let's go kill him…' I muttered under my breath.

We left the small room and headed towards the stairwell. I fitted the key in the lock and the chain came off, letting us slip through the grate.

'Frank,' Philip called from behind me.'

'What?' I asked, starting to get slightly annoyed. I couldn't deal with his problems right before I was about to face my brother.

'It's nothing.' He said with a large sigh.

'Tell me later, okay.' I said. 'After we get out of here.'

We continued to climb the stairs up to the dreary third floor. The siren became slightly louder as we walked closer to room 302. I knew that my final confrontation would be in room 302.

As I reached the corner, Philip pulled on my shoulder suddenly.

'I need to tell you something.' He said frantically.

'Can't it wait till after?' I asked angrily.

'No, I need to tell you now.' He stated firmly.

'Tough.' I said coldly. 'I need to face my brother.'

'You need to know.' The old man cried. Tears were now falling from his eyes.

'We don't have time.' I sighed.

'It's really important.' He muttered. He walked into a small cell and signalled for me to follow.

I walked into the cell in annoyance.

I closed the door tight and turned to face the man in anger.

'What is it?' I said, more than a hint of annoyance in my voice.

'Well…' Philip started.

'Come on, just tell me.' I snapped angrily.

'It's…' He looked down at his lap, avoiding any eye contact with me.

'Yes?'

'I lied to you!' He stated, continuing to avoid my eyes.

'What about?' I asked.

'Well, I didn't just come to this town.' He said looking up for a brief second. 'I've been living here my whole life.'

I stared at the old man in shock for a few seconds. I couldn't believe he hadn't told me.

'Why did you lie?' I asked coldly.

'I had to…' He looked over at the wall in terror. 'I want to tell you something else… you've been so good to me, helping me out of this town.' Another tear fell from his face. 'I can't lie to you anymore.'

'What else did you lie about?' I asked, confused.

'I'm your father.' He said, looking up at me.

'What?' I yelled. 'That's not true. My brother killed my father.'

'Your brother killed Peter.' Philip said.

'My father's name was Peter.' I said with hatred.

'No, I wanted to birth God all my life.' Philip said. 'So I planned with your mother, Mary. She told me of a ritual she researched. I went along with it, thinking I would be brought to glory once God was born.' He paused. 'Then Peter took you both away.'

'Liar!' I yelled. 'I should kill you!'

'No, I realised that it was a mistake.' He said. 'I was happy when he took you away to freedom. I was hapy and felt like I was relieved of some great burden.'

'I don't believe you.' I stated. 'You're no father of mine.'

'Then she brought you both back to town, took Anri by force and lured you in.' He continued, ignoring my words. 'Then she told me, she said that her chosen one would kill me.'

I looked at the man blankly, feelings of hatred surging towards him.

'I believe you can wi…' He didn't finish his sentence, as I had lifted my gun and shot him in the head. His small frail body fell to the floor with a sickening thud and I stared at it coldly.

'You were never any father of mine.' I stated.

I turned from the body and left the room towards room 302 where my mother, Mary as Philip had called her was waiting for me, clapping as I arrived.

'Well done.' She said, the same evil smile covering her face.

'For what?' I asked.

'You did as you were supposed to.' She said. 'You killed your father. You were chosen as you passed all the tests.'

I stared at the woman in horror because I realised what I had just done. I had made the ritual possible by killing my father. I should have just left him since he would have died anyway from rotting away and would have made the ritual impossible. I watched as the smile broadened on her face.

'Finally the ritual can begin.' She said happily.

Authors Note: Okay that chapter was haaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrdddd to write! Please don't give me loads of flamers (I rarely get them anyway. Yay). Anyway I have said enough crap! Here is the thank you list:

MessedUpSoMuch- Sorry again for killing off Michelle. At least I killed off Philip too. That should keep you happy. I'm glad you are (finally) starting to like Sarah. No, she doesn't die at the end of the last chapter but faints and Frank runs up to Michelle because he thinks she is in immediate danger and acts on his impulse. Thanks for the great review!

Kronos106- Frank will be able to trust Sarah because it wasn't her fault that she was possessed. Thanks for the alternate title. It would work especially well now that you know about Philip. I had to kill off the tolerable female character, otherwise it would have been too predictable. Thanks for the review!

Julia-1524- Thanks for reading the whole story so far! Wow, I'm impressed. I'd never be bothered to read 9 chapters on fanfic. I'm happy you did though. I know what you mean about being scared when playing the silent hill games. Loads of my friends are too afraid to. Thanks for the review. Hope you like this chapter!