Distant Cries

...Revenge of the Paradox...

1st Person Mode

It was strange. When I pressed through the passageway, at first, I was confused. It was pitch black, but then just suddenly, a light flickered, and my eyes burned, for they hadn't come out of dilation. The door slammed behind me and I feared what lied ahead, but I found that I was, once again, in the hospital hallway as before, but what was more peculiar was the fact that I had already passed through three previous doors. I wondered if what really happened was just several other premonitions and I had moved subconsciously.

To test my theory, I returned to the doors behind me and hesitantly, I turned each knob, but the locks were broken. Dumbfounded, I returned to the door that I neared stepping through when I thought I heard that of a distant cry. I reached for the knob and it seemed to louden. I turned the knob and stepped inside, once again, the door closing behind me, but I wasn't in complete darkness. A light hummed over my head, and at the end of the short room, I saw a small girl knelling to the floor, her back turned to me, the only thing over her pale, frail body was a hospital gown similar to what I had worn.

What frightened me was the fact that beneath her feet was a pool of blood, and I feared it was her own. Blood trickled down her legs and feet, and drenched the end of her gown. She was crying, which I anticipated, seeing she was, indeed, bleeding.

"What happened to you?" I asked, concerned. "Are you okay, honey?"

She turned to face me, but she had long, thin hair that fell over her face, and I couldn't see beyond. Blood ran down her cheeks, and she began to giggle. I smiled. I figured she felt more at ease with someone with her, but my smile quickly faded when I noticed a box-cutting blade tightly clenched in her hands.

"Little girl, did you hurt yourself with that?" I asked.

She didn't reply. After a short pause, she giggled again, and I saw her bruised lips and thin complexion, but this was all I saw. I stepped forward to take the razor from her when she swung downward, piercing into the flesh on my arm. I yelped in pain and fell to the floor. When I looked up and saw her near me, ready to strike again, for the first time, I noticed why I couldn't see her eyes; she had empty eye sockets, and bloods drenched from the dark holes, down her face, and onto her hospital gown. I also noticed that half of her neck was severed, and tilted so that she almost seemed decapitated.

But she just smiled, and just kept walking for me. She held up the blade to strike again when I scurried to my feet and turned to see a blank wall. I panicked and turned to face her, but I found myself facing, instead, a mirror. This, as before, looked familiar. I watched through the mirror at a blonde girl dressed in a jungle green skirt, tall boots, orange turtleneck, and white vest. She seemed to be staring back at me as though she, too, saw something alien through the mirror. Blood ran down the walls where she stood and onto the ground, where it quickly filled as high to her ankles, and then her knees. She panicked, for she found that she couldn't move, and I moved closer to the mirror, unaware that the same effect was happening in the room where I stood.

I didn't notice what had been happening until I heard a gurgling sound below my feet, and I stepped back to see the same demon child raise herself from the shallow pool of blood. A sink was contained on the wall nearest me, and a rusted pipe was lodged in it's cavity. I pried and pried, but it wouldn't move at first until I jolted it from it's socket. It swung around and hit the small girl, knocking her off of her feet as I heard her fragile neck crack and watched her head fall back into the shallow pool. I closed my eyes and ears, trying to keep tears from pouring from my eyes and keeping out of mind that I killed another human..

..If it was human.

I shook all thoughts out of mind and turned to notice that a door had appeared at the side of the wall. Quickly, I rushed to it and opened it, but not back out into the familiar hallway as before.

I walked into a very bright room, several large windows as wide and high as the walls faced me on the opposite side. Several tables were lined around the room, each decorated with fine china, candles, and red, velvet tablecloths. Light music played as I walked further into the room. When my eyes adjusted, I saw that no one was here except for a gentleman who was seated at the end of the room at one of the tables, sipping red wine. He motioned over to me.

"Ah, I have been waiting for you," he called. "Please, join me."

I was hesitant at first. He appeared to be the same man from the apartment. Though the long, blue trenchcoat was absent, he wore the same, large hat, and I sat in front of him by the window view cautiously.

"My apologies," he said, removing his hat. "I should be minding my manners."

He seemed nice enough, or at least, his face seemed kind, and so I smiled. I then turned my attention to the view outside. It was very bright, but not much could be seen beyond this, for thick fog had fallen over the town.

"Silent Hill?" I asked.

"So, you seem rather familiar with this place," he said.

"Do I know you?" I quipped.

"You could say that. We are.. distant relatives," he said with a warm smile.

"Is that so? I don't believe I've seen your face before, except.." I stopped short. I didn't want to mention the apartments.

"I beg your pardon?"

"It's nothing. What do you want to talk to me about?" I questioned, shuffling in my seat.

"Calm, girl. There's no rush. I'll order food for each of us. You're bound to be hungry."

To be quite honest, I was starving. I hadn't had any food since this whole nightmare had begun. "That would be nice," I replied.