Author's note: You know what? I've decided that it would be best to keep the GamePlayer in the first and possibly last chapter. Anyway, I don't own Silent Hill, Konami does.

Update: Dear God, why did I write that horrible first draft? I have updated chapter one, and I will make sure to proofread anything I write from now on.

Update #2: Dang, I'm editing more than going along with the story line. Thanks for the reviews, especially WolfRaven. I decided to change the bathroom scene significantly from going to the bathroom to reflecting in the bathroom (hey I'm not being dirty-James was doing the same thing in the beginning of his game).

Founded Fears Chapter 1

On the Road

There is a highway called County Highway 73 that passes through much of New England, trees bordering it for at least 500 miles. The trail went only North and South bound, leading from one nameless town to another. None were of any particular interest, just the usual places that has established a church, hospital, and school. There is one town, however, that is rather unique. It is big by the standards of New England, having the funding for two hospitals instead of one, a lavish hotel, a lakeside park, an amusement park, and two chapels along with a strip club to boot. A rather big place to be called a town, but it exists and is a popular tourists site. However, despite the welcoming atmosphere, there is a silence among the inhabitants, a type of secret held ever since a fire had broken out in the 1980s. Although it had only consumed one house, it was enough to put all the residents there on edge, though noone knew why. The townspeople would never talked about the incident, all while seeming to live in their own little world, and the tourists were gradually forgetting (or fearing) the little town. In the meantime, there came a fog that had lasted for quite a long while. The fog would build up to such an extent that noone could see more than 5 feet in front of them. Then a big disaster occured 7 years after that house burned down. It was a big earthquake leveled many of the buildings of the older districts (except for the church, which is rather strange, since it was one of the most oldest and decreped structures built). Although there didn't seem to be any death toll, many of the residents were acting like one-hundred people were killed, when in truth they were only worried about a single kidnapped infant. However, the town started opening up to tourists again, and much was forgotten about the fire and the earthquake, along with some rumored drug trafficking and cult activity. Noone seemed really worried about any dark secrets the town had. The fog, however, had remained the same. This town with the strange history was known as Silent Hill.

This town is where Angela Orosco was driving towards in her father's White Van, leaving behind what she thought was her worst nightmares. Later, the world she left would be thought more normal, and maybe even a little comfortable.

She is going at a breakneck speed of 95mph, zipping through all four lanes sometimes, risking the lives of other motorists and herself. She was never usually this reckless, but not only was she in a rush to get to Silent Hill, but she also felt rather apathetic at the thought of whether she lived or died. Although, she had a feeling that she would not die yet, mainly because she felt something would not let her die yet. So she had no inclination to slow down as she was rapidly approaching the exit marked Nathan Ave.

There was a much she had to do before she went on this road trip. She made sure to give her goodbyes to all her friends, which weren't many-just an old lady who lived across the street and the family dog Double-Head (Angela always thought it an unusual name, but her father never liked anyone objecting to him-especially a girl, specifically herself). She also had to give away all of her things to charity. It also wasn't much, as all she ever owned was a teddy bear given to her on her first birthday by a neighbor. She couldn't bear to part with it, but she had a feeling she wouldn't be coming home. Besides, her teddy had blood splattered in between the leg area. Despite her love for it, the sight of the blood in that area brought back too many painful memories.

Her exit was coming up. She swerved off of County Highway 73 and went straight onto a road that multiple potholes and cracked pavement. As she sped Angela thought it was getting a little darker, but it was probably her imagination. After 30 minutes of driving, she finally made it to a rest stop just before the town entrance. She pulled over and headed into the bathroom. She walked over to a stall, and without pulling her pants down, she sat down on a toliet to rest. However, she wasn't sitting to in the bathroom just to get a weird view of the grafitti on the walls, she just needed a place to sit that wasn't in her stuffy car. The cool air coming from outside was refreshing, and despite the fact that the area was small, there was no stench of waste to be found. Of course, the absence did seem a little disturbing to her, like no one used the bathroom in years. Still, this was a rare moment for her, a moment to relax, with little risk of anyone looking in on her or intruding on her thoughts. It was never like that, not at home in her own room, not at the ranch she went to, not anywhere. She remembered she was so desperate once, she tried to find a quiet place at the amusement park when she was 7...

...Never the one to go on the roller coaster ride, Angela had stayed with her Mama while David and Daddy waited in line for the Mountain Coaster. Angela, a really sensitive girl back then, was resisting the urge to cry at the things her older brother David had said to her.

"Whatsa matter, chicken shit?" he taunted while Mama and Daddy were getting some ice cream, "you afraid of a little ride?"

Angela, feeling a little angry then and bold then, retorted back, "Mama said we aren't supposed to swear. An-"

She was cut off as David had his say again, this time in a more harsh voice, "Don't tell me what I can't and can't do, you buck BJ. I say whatever the hell I want, and you don't say anything. Besides, Dad and Mom like me better. I'll just say you said a bad word first, and you'll get another spanking, just like last time." He finished his sentence with a malicious smile, and the look of victory in his eyes.

Angela knew that he would win every time, experience always told her that. She always wished she was older, so she could get away with more stuff, but never did it cross her mind (and possibly for better that it didn't) that she was being treated unfairly because she was female.

So there Angela was, trying not to cry out of frustration of the unfairness of it all while her mother tuned her out, more interested in her fading mascara than the child calling for comfort beside her. Angela was still getting used to that, but she still wished things were a little different between her and mama. She wished she could be alone to cry.

Angela then got an idea. She turned to her and asked, "Can I go to the bathroom?"

Her mother, startled out of her narcissm, turned and asked, "What?" "Can I go to the bathroom?" "Sure, just be sure to be back soon."

Angela proceeded to the nearest restroom, and went into a stall in the same manner as present day Angela-just to sit, not to go. Without anyone knowing it was her in the stall, she proceeded to let everything out, weeping without any restraint of public embarassment.

Outside, Samantha seeing that the boys were still in line, and Angela in the bathroom, took her chance of freedom from her family to get off the bench and move over to the nearby dining area. She didn't really want to eat, it was just that the back had a place to smoke. It had been so long since she had one. With her cigarette lighter already out, she was confident she would be back in time before Angela came back out of the restroom.

Thomas and David had just reached the end of the line and had just gotten on the ride. It would be 5 minutes before they get off and meet the girls.

While Samantha was smoking and David and Thomas were on the ride, Angela finished what she had come to do and stepped out to meet her mama. However, she noticed that she was gone. After looking around for a bit, she decided to look for Daddy's head in the line. He was nowhere to be found as well. Getting panicked, she was looking around more frantically, almost about to cry again.

Douglas had a job to do-find the kid, and report back to his client. He was told that this ride, the Mountain Coaster, was one of Alessa's favorites, but so far, he found no one matching a description of the girl. He gave up and was about to search the carousel (another of the kid's favorite rides, according to his client) when he saw a little girl by herself, a look of anguish on her face. "Poor kid. She's lost." Not one to let a child go on in suffering without it weighing on his concscience, he approached the little girl, hoping to help.

Angela's tears were on the verge of bursting when she noticed that a stranger had approached her. She turned to see a man in his 30s or 40s, with brown hair and a clean shaven head. He was dressed in a trench coat and a fedora, and had a nice looking suit underneath it all. He was a little scary to her, but she also thought she could trust him.

"Hey kid. Don't worry, I'm just here to help. Are you lost?"

Angela nodded her head yes.

"Well, don't worry. I'll take you somewhere where you can stay while someone gets you," Douglas offers, holding out his hand. Angela looks at it, then takes it and says, "OK." Douglas procees to take her to lost children.

David and Thomas had just gotten off the ride and proceeded to the bench where they would meet the girls. At the same time, Samantha had just gotten back from her smoke. Both parties were surprised to see Angela gone.

"Where is she?" asked the father to the mother.

"I don't know. Last I checked, she was in the bathroom."

"Well then go get her," ordered Thomas.

A very miffed Samantha went into the bathroom to look for her while the boys waited. She came back looking a little worried.

"She's gone."

"WHAT!" shouted Thomas.

"Looks like the bitch ran off," sniggered David. Thomas had taken no notice. He was too angry at the fact that his daughter had run off.
"When I find her, I'm making sure she doesn't pull this stunt again."

"C'mon, lets go," said Thomas, leading Samantha and an excited David behind him.

Douglas had just dropped off the kid at the Lost Children's center near the carousel. It had taken him ten minutes to find it, and it was in the one place he was going torwards anyway-the carousel. He found that Angela wasn't there, and just made his exit. Meanwhile, a middle-aged man, woman, and a dark haired teenage boy had just entered the lost children center.

Angela was just finished playing with her crayons while the security men outside her room were talking to someone about claiming their child. She wondered who they could be. She got her answer soon enough.

David, Mama and Daddy had entered the room, though none seemed really glad to see her. David looked excited in a rather bad way, Mama was nearly indifferent, and Daddy...all of a sudden Angela didn't want to be with Daddy, because he looked angry at the moment, and when he was angry, he was scary.

She soon found herself dragged unwillingly out of the room and out of the lost children center, towards a bench in front of the carousel. Angela started to scream and struggle, because she knew what was going to happen. She was going to get a spanking. And in front of all these people who would see her suffer. Without any words to offer on how bad she had been, Thomas just merely sat down, forced her on his knee, and pulled down her panties under her dress, exposing herself for anyone to see. He had a look of silent anger on his face the whole time as he swatted her and she cried for him to stop, that it wasn't her fault. People stared, looking disgusted, but no one came to help. All the while her fanny was getting hotter and hotter, like it was slowly catching on fire. She screamed as she saw the horses pass by on the carousel. She swore she started seeing fire in those horse's eyes, and the fire started spreading to the children on the carousel, and it kept up until it seemed all of it was on fire. As she screamed, she saw the two worst things: her brother having a satisfied look at her sister's humiliation, and her Mama's embarassment directed towards her. She was embarassed towards her, like the whole situation was her fault...

Angela shook herself out of the daze, surprised that she had even thought about such an unpleasant experience. What was worse, however, is that she swore the bathroom was on fire. She left the bathroom in a brisk walk. After emerging into the cool air, she walked back to the car and brought out a white envelope she had been keeping on the passenger seat, along with a knife with some blood. She looked towards the entrance tunnel to town and saw it was boarded up. But that was okay. Somehow she expected it. A map that had come from the glove compartmen showed a small road to the side she could take into town. Taking one last look at the address in the envelope, she muttered, "I'm coming, Mama and David."

She took the dirt road into town,map, knife and envelope hidden in her pocket.