Servo's Note:
Silent Hill is a trademark of Konami. I don't own any part of the idea. Parts of this story is also based off of some ideas made by Konami's Silent Hill series, but some parts, like the story and characters is made by my creations. Parts like ghosts, and some monsters also belong to the ideas of Konami.
This story doesn't take place in any of the game time periods. It has no relevance to any of the series.

FYI: Updates will be slow…since I do have school. But I guarantee, it'll end when it ends!


SILENT HILL
AMOUR


Chapter I
START

The mark glowed a bright crimson. Complex with its dubious symbols, yet simple with its circular form. Yeah, simple indeed.

That's all that mattered, a simple shape, a simple outline, a simple beginning, a simple ending. This is all that needs to be done. Circles, within circles. The system just keeps going.

Spinning around, and around. Over and over again. Circulating around an uncertain center. The horses could do nothing but tag along for the ride.

No. They were part of the ride.

The wheel laid upon eternal darkness, nothing made its surroundings, just the habitation of black. As if the centrifuge floated in mid-emptiness. And the horses continued their obligated role attached to the long, and continuous ride.

Simple indeed. Complex with its dubious symbols, yet simple with its circular form.
And that's all that it needed to be, red, crimson, radiance, taking the form of a circular silhouette, fixed within eternal darkness. Established indeed.

Not to take the attention away from this spinning foundation, but a particular deformed figure expressed its desperate need in the centrifuge's center. Its spherical cranium covered in molten, deformed, skin. The upper half of its body extended out of the wall designated in the center. The outline of this monstrosity was covered in sums of shaded blood, so one could only assume this thing as desperate. But still, the plate continued to spin around and around, giving the attached beasts their ride of repetition. Spinning, and spinning. The deformed figure continued its shuddering desperation.

All in the center…