Disclaimer: I do not own Silent Hill or any of the canon characters. I only own the original characters.
Authors note: Thanks to all of you for your reviews. Starting with the next chapter I will be answering them at the end of the chapters. Also this story will be posted under the R rated category with the next update. I took a close look at what I wrote and what I want to do and decided the change is for the best.
Chapter 5: Encounter in South Vale
The light glinted off the rusted old metal for a few seconds before disappearing off to the right.
"Hey Max, would you please hold the flashlight steady. I can't see what I'm doing very well without it." Tyrone said as he turned away from the lock he was working on.
"Sorry Sarge, I just thought I heard something off in the forest there." Max said as he moved the light back onto the lock.
"Any luck with that thing?" Max asked.
"No it's like all the tumblers in the lock are completely fused together." Tyrone replied standing up.
"So how are we supposed to get in? Nathan Avenue is the only viable way into South Vale."
"It looks like we're going to have to try to find that path in the graveyard."
Tyrone and Max headed back to the observation decks' parking lot. Looking over the forest landscape they could see Toluca Lake off in the distance. The same fog obscuring the roads was rolling over the still waters of the lake.
"I wonder how Kara and Detective Ericson are making out with their search?" Max asked.
"Probably fine. They would have radioed us if they ran into any problems." Tyrone answered confidently.
"Anything you want to grab from the car Max, you'd best get it now. I don't know how long we'll be down there."
"Right I'll be back in a few minutes."
Tyrone checked the flashlights he had brought with him and made sure he had extra batteries. Just as he was finishing the equipment check, he saw Max walking back up to him.
"What is that you have on your back?" Tyrone asked.
"It's my hunting rifle. I'm a better shot with this than I am with my sidearm. Plus with this scope attached I can't miss." Max replied grinning.
"I see. How far do you think you could see in this fog even with the scope?" Tyrone asked tiredly.
"Oh…Uh…Well I'm still a better shot with this"
Tyrone shook his head and walked toward the stairs muttering under his breath.
They reached the bottom of the stairs, and started heading north along the gravel path. The only sounds they could hear were the crunch of the path under their feet. The tall trees parted along the path as they were walking offering them brief glimpses of the lake. Soon after the path opened up into a large clearing.
"Okay here's the graveyard. Let's split up and search for that alternate path, call out if you find anything. Oh and watch your step here the ground's not in the best condition and it can be easy to trip, and I don't think either of us wants to end up with a broken ankle." Tyrone cautioned.
As Tyrone was searching for the path his police radio began emitting a loud static.
What the hell's wrong with my radio? Tyrone wondered. He looked up and saw an image silhouetted in the fog. He moved toward it and quickly lost track of it. It was as he was looking around that the attack came.Tyrone was knocked hard against a headstone, shattering it. Lost in the sound of the breaking rock was the even more ominous sound of his revolver flying from his hand and bouncing across the ground out of his reach.
Pinning him to the ground was a creature that resembled a dog. That is if you took a dog and turned it inside out.
Tyrone would have stopped and gawked at how hideous the thing in front of him was if it wasn't for the fact that he was using all the strength he could muster with his left hand to hold back the slavering jaws from his throat. Tyrone's right hand however was frantically reaching for his gun. At the maximum length of his reach his hand closed around something that wasn't his gun, but would be useful nonetheless.
Tyrone brought the chunk of broken headstone around in a swift arc and connected squarely with the dog's left temple, sending it flying. Tyrone quickly got to his feet dropping the rock as he ran and dove to the spot where his revolver landed. He hit the ground, and feeling the comfortable weight of his gun in his hand he rolled around onto his back pointing the gun in the direction that the monster landed, however it was nowhere in sight, and Tyrone's radio had fallen silent.
Tyrone picked himself up off the ground, and with his gun at the ready, looked around for any sign of the thing. He heard movement coming up quickly on his left and spun around to face it, only to see Max jogging up to him.
"What was all that commotion?" Max asked.
"Oh nothing. I just got jumped by a dog that looked like someone had skinned it alive is all." Tyrone replied.
Max looked at Tyrone as if he just said he spotted Elvis two minutes ago.
"Sarge are you feeling okay?" Max asked.
"Yes I'm feeling okay. If you don't believe me look at this broken tombstone. And here's the chunk of it I used to hit the thing." Tyrone snapped.
"Sarge I'm not saying that you weren't attacked, but really, your imagination was probably just working overtime. The atmosphere of this place is inherently creepy, and you were probably just attacked by a mangy, beat up old stray." Max said.
Tyrone placed his hands on his hips and shook his head. "Maybe you're right. I guess my eyes were just playing tricks on me. Any luck finding the pathway?"
"Yeah it's over there. It was kind of hard to find though, someone piled large fifty-pound bags of fertilizer in front of it. The paths pretty overgrown too, looks like it hasn't been used in awhile."
After a few minutes of moving bags of fertilizer, Tyrone and Max continued on their trek toward Silent Hill. While Max still seemed to have his cavalier attitude toward the stories surrounding the town, Tyrone wasn't so sure anymore. The mysterious fog, that dog like thing that almost got him, the cemetery-like quality this whole area seemed to have. No question about it. While Tyrone disliked this town before, he now hated it, and harboured no more doubts as to the sanity of the people who came out of here with those outlandish stories.
As they moved not even a slight breeze made itself present to move the tops of the trees lining the sides of the path. Soon the path became a paved walkway heading underneath an overpass. At this point Tyrone pulled out his map and a flashlight.
"Now if this path leads to where I think it does, we should come out here on East Sanders Street. We'll start checking the businesses and residences that look like they've been accessed recently. With any luck we'll find something, and then we can get the hell out of here"
They resumed moving and came out right where Tyrone thought. After checking a nearby flower shop and finding nothing but rotten flowers they continued across the intersection.
"Anything in the Mexican restaurant?" Tyrone asked Max as he saw him exit the door.
"No, unless you count cockroaches the size of a baseball. I think this whole town should be condemned." Max replied.
"No argument there. It seems to me that no-one has been this way in years let alone our boy." Tyrone stated
"We should probably finish our search of this block and move on." Max suggested
Once they had reached the intersection of Sanders Street and Martin Street they heard a voice from their right side call out. "Hey! You over there! Officers, can you give me a hand here?"
As they approached the source of the cries, they were met with a middle-aged, balding slightly overweight man who was stuck behind a large barred gate blocking off the entrance to Martin Street.
"Wow, am I ever glad you guys came along. I've been stuck here for about the past twenty minutes." The man said.
"Who are you?" Max asked.
"Oh…I'm sorry. My name is Derek Brown. I was passing through this town with my two kids Joseph and Amy, when our car died and we all got separated in this fog. You haven't seen either of them have you?"
"No sorry, we haven't seen anyone here besides you." Tyrone answered.
"How did you get stuck behind there?" Max asked.
"I was looking though one of the stores on Neely Street, and went out one of the back doors, but it closed and locked behind me. It wouldn't have been a big problem if there weren't this big hole on the other side of the street stopping me from getting out the other way. So I'm kinda stuck between a rock and a hard place, as it were." Derek said.
"So what can we do to help?" Tyrone asked.
"I've noticed that the hinges on this gate are loose. With your help we could lift the door up and off it's support and then I could get out." Derek replied.
"All right it sounds like a plan. We'll lift on three okay? One…Two…Three!" Tyrone said as all three of them strained to lift the heavy gate.
"Urgh…Damn this thing weighs a ton. It must be solid iron." Max complained.
While they were struggling with the gate, the sound of a door opening and closing was heard. Seconds later both Tyrone's and Max's radios began emitting static.
"Wait. What's that?" Derek asked sounding panicked.
Derek looked behind him and then turned back white as a sheet and fear plastered all over his features.
"Oh god it found me! Hurry up and get me out of here!" Derek pleaded.
"What is it? What's wrong?" Max asked.
"It's coming, hurry the radios make that static when it's around!" Derek ranted seemingly unable to hold on to what little sanity the town had left him with.
"Okay. Okay." Tyrone said as they all redoubled their efforts to move the gate.
In the middle of lifting a long jagged metal spear burst through the bars between Tyrone and Max, causing both of them to drop the gate.
"What the Hell?" Tyrone exclaimed but then trailed off suddenly.
The spear protruding from between the gates was, unfortunately also sticking out of Derek's chest. Derek was then jerked back and forced face-first onto the ground. It was then Tyrone and Max saw the owner of the spear. He was at least six feet tall, wearing a bloodied butchers apron, and a large pyramid shaped helmet adorned his head.
The Pyramid Head then violently twisted the spear, forcing a gurgled grunt to come from Derek, and ripped the spear out of his back. Derek's last shallow breaths echoed down the street as Pyramid Head turned to leave.
"Hey you freeze! You're under arrest!" Tyrone called out but the thing took no notice of him. "Stop or we'll shoot!" Tyrone added. However Pyramid Head kept walking.
"Max, open fire!" Tyrone ordered.
Both men fired their guns as fast as they could but nothing seemed to faze him, he just kept walking until his outline faded away into the fog.
"Um…what happened here? Why didn't all the ammo we pumped into that guy even slow him down? It was enough to take down an angry rhino." Max commented.
"Damned if I know. What the hell have we gotten ourselves into?" Tyrone asked as he reloaded his revolver.
Ah hell…Kara please be all right. Max thought to himself.
The woman trudged down the old worn path that she knew so well, yet hadn't walked in months. She wrapped her arms around her torso to help ward off the chill in the air. She soon reached her destination, what was left of Wish House.
She opened the door and proceeded to her study. The light coming from under the door told her that the one she came to meet was here already.
She entered her study and sure enough a man wearing a trench coat with the collar turned up and an old hat, which shaded his face only being illuminated slightly by the cigarette the man was smoking.
"I really do wish you wouldn't persist in that filthy habit in my study." The woman complained.
"Really Claudia, you should be more hospitable to your guests." The man chided.
"I'll take it into consideration. Have you succeeded in your part of the plan?" Claudia asked irritated.
"Yes Ericson is in Old Silent Hill as we speak. I was starting to think I had to take out half the eastern seaboard to get him here." The man said jokingly.
"Do you honestly enjoy killing?" Claudia asked.
"Don't get all high and mighty on me Claudia." The man said dropping his cigarette and crushing it out with his foot. "You're as much a part of this as I am. Ericson has someone with him, but we should be able to separate them, and the other two are all the way over in South Vale, where I doubt they'll be of any significant trouble."
"Speaking of South Vale, one of our faithful says she spotted the Angel of Punishment in that area." Claudia said with a look of happiness on her face.
"Angel of Punishment huh? I didn't think you'd be so keen on him being around after what happened to poor Walter, as you always called him." The man said malevolently.
"I can hardly believe that you are one of the faithful. With your words and deeds always so full of spiteful venom." Claudia remarked.
"Please, Sullivan was weak and it broke him. The sooner you admit that the better. Oh and speaking of the faithful I believe it's a bad idea to trust Vincent anymore. I think he's working against us." The man said.
"Now you are being ridiculous. Father Vincent may have doubts but he will come around when he sees how much we've already accomplished." Claudia stated.
"No he won't. He's far too attached to the material things in this world. Take him for one of the faithful if you must, but don't forget I warned you." The man said as he left Claudia alone with her thoughts.
