I wrote this part around 4am so forgive any crap sentence structure. Im tired, so Im just gonna edit based on reviews.

Chapter 2

The car that Angel had let Ty and Harry borrow was gone. It was sold in a prison auction weeks ago, according Tiny as he escorted Ty out. But it hadn't bothered him, the piece of junk was about to break down anyway. Now that he was free, Ty had one thing on his mind. Pussy. They didn't call me Tyrone C. Love for nuthin, baby, an now that I free, away from those racist sons-a-bitches and the sauage party, I'm ready for luvin'. Sheeit im ready for a taste, actually. The hell am I thinking… Im still in this piece of shit hellhole. No car, no money, no family, no Jim (he had 3 more months of rehab, adjusting to his prosthetic arm); I cant thinka that shit no more, man. Fuck that. Right now, I need a place to change.

Tiny also mentioned a cab, too. He told Ty that it was coming to take him to the nearest town, being some place called "Pleasant River". Ty wasn't sure, but it sure did sound like another hick town.

It had been 3 hours and the cab hadn't come. He was starting to wonder if that big ass guard was telling the truth. The big, empty parking lot, the utter darkness besides the lamp he was standing under, it all was starting to get to him. He had always been scared of the dark. Moms, before she died, always sang to him before bedtime, before his bedside lamp went out. The lullaby was simple, but whenever he heard it in his head, the fear went away and the dark actually became inviting, soliciting sleep.

He cried at night in his bunk. Trying to remember her sweet breathe on his neck as she caressed him on her big chest. But he cried for another reason. The fear of the dark had never left him, even through his entire adult life. Only two things made the fear go away. Junk, or Mom's lullaby. He never was able to remember how it went.

"Hey, are you just gonna stand there or what?" Ty had been so focused on his mom that he didn't see or hear the cab pull up. Glancing at the driver, he could see the guy didn't seem like the type who would drive a cab. Neatly combed hair, clean shaved face, bleached white shirt. Ty didn't mind it too much, he was tired of waiting.

"Hey man, its my bad." Ty apologized, as he opened the rear passenger door and threw his belongings onto the seat, and climbed in.

"Names Ty. Pleasant River, right?" Ty didn't know why he introduced himself like that, but today he was extra pleasant. As if the smell of the cab wasn't weird enough, the driver turned around and looked at him for a moment, and almost seemed annoyed by his greeting. But Ty saw something in his eyes. He couldn't explain it, but it scared him. "Nope, Silent Hill," He muttered.

"Huh? Why there? Wasn't you s'posed to take me to uhh... what's it… Pleasant River?" Ty was confused. Not because of the sudden change in plan, but because the name of that town scared him. He couldn't understand why, he had never heard of the place.

"Its closer. Besides, there is a nice hotel in Silent Hill." The driver seemed to really want Ty to go. This bothered Ty, having grown up on the streets. Where extra persuasion usually meant some good drugs, or trouble.

"Sheet, uh, I aint got no money." Ty almost felt like begging him to not take him there, but it would only piss the driver off. Besides, it was a free ride after all. The pen was miles from anything and walking was not an option.

"Don't worry about money, you will be taken care of." This must have been another going away gift from St. James. A free room. Ty decided to calm down and push this weird feeling back inside him.

"Alright then, that's cool. What's ya name man?" Ty asked, cheerfully.

"Call me Micah."

The rest of drive was silent.