Silent Hill
Sin's of the Father
Chapter 1: welcome to Silent Hill
The road small road snaked between the forests of pine trees, like some sickly, gray serpent. A car sped along it, appearing from the thick fog that had fallen over the area. There was something about the light blue paint job that didn't fit in with the ghostly surroundings. Inside, two young men were seated in the front. At the wheel sat an African-American, around 22 years old. A black-sleeved top peeked out from underneath his buttoned gray shirt. From the pocket of his green trousers, he pulled out a small mobile phone.
" Damn it." He muttered under his breath. His companion groggily opened his eyes and raised his head from the side window.
"What's wrong, Jobe?" he ran his hand through his blond hair.
"There's no reseption out here, Julia wanted me to call her." Jobe sighed as he put the phone back into his pocket. "You know how anxious she gets if I don't." He smirked to him-self. "She'd probably call out a search party if I didn't get in touch."
"Probably all this fog…" His friend trailed off as he peered through the window. "Sure is heavy."
A road sign suddenly materialized on the roadside before the car passed it. Phil jerked his neck round, trying to get a glimpse of what it said. "What'd it say?" he asked.
"Silent Hill, two miles."
Phil slammed his head into the back of the headrest. "Man, we've got ages to go."
"Yeh, well many it would be a good idea to stop there, it's getting late and I don't want to drive through all this fog at night." Jobe shuddered as he looked out of the side window. On one side of the road, it disappeared into a deep gorge and the other rose up into the fog but he could barely make out the trees that ran up its sides. He felt as though he was in some Stephan King novel.
"Like hell we're stopping there, it's some town full of back water hicks. Probably never seen a car before."
"Didn't you use to live there?"
Phil shut up abruptly and retuned his gaze to the car window. Silence seemed to leak into the car, smothering even the thought of conversation. Jobe knew that he'd crossed the line mentioning that Phil lived there, as he'd always been almost ashamed of his roots. All Jobe knew about his best friends past was that when Phil was five, his parents had moved away from the town after a fire or something broke out in the town. Jobe had heard that it had something to do with a religious cult or something, all though this was probably someone's attempt to glamorize the fact that someone had left the oven on over night. He snapped back to reality when he heard his friend sigh angrily and reach out to the car radio. As he turned the knob, white noise filled the car and Phil returned to looking out the window, sullenly. Jobe didn't dare to turn it off with the mood Phil was in. He closed his eyes for a moment. Phil had such a temper prob
"SHIT!!"
Jobe opened his eye's to see what had set his friend off and his eyes only just registered the shadow that they were speeding towards in the middle of the road.
"Aw hell…"
He slammed his foot on the break as Phil threw his arms over his face in an attempt to brace himself for the imminent collision. As Jobe span the wheel of the car, he felt it hit into whatever had been in the road.
The impact ripped the car from the road as the vehicle slammed into it. There was a crack as the windshield shattered into a million pieces but the sound was lost in a bellowing scream. Jobe didn't know if it was he or his friend who had let out the shrike as his world was twisted up side down at a sickening velocity. The car tipped on its side and the rolled several times before it came to a screeching halt, it's underside exposed to the air like some grotesque tortoise. For a moment, the wheels still span as the car uttered one last choked groan.
And then the hills were silent one more.
