Founded Fears Chapter 2:

Prayer

Note: I don't own Silent Hill or the characters, although some of the monsters I am using I did come up with on my own. Still, I guess in the end, Konami owns those too. Thoughts are in Italics, although there probably won't be much of them. Also, to avoid plagarism, the scene where James meets Angela, all the dialogue belongs to Konami as well, and thanx to ign for the game script.

The path was a long one, and even with her sweater, she couldn't seem to get warm. Angela knew she could nothing about it, however, so she just walked at her usual stride, hoping that the atmosphere would soon warm up.

"Damn, why didn't I buy something warm to drink from a gas station?"

She immediatly knew the error of that question-gas station shops, whatever the season, never seem to serve any hot beverages but coffee, and she had been discouraged since birth from drinking that...

"...Didn't I tell you that the java was for the men of the house? Do you need to be punished again?"

Thomas Orosco had a simple philosophy in life-if the women did what they were told, then no one got hurt. Men would keep their pride and their jobs, and the ever popular human race could keep expanding as the woman wouldn't be preoccupied with this shit about independence in the workplace and whatnot. He hated to do it, but it was something he had to teach his daughter Angela the hard way.

He had just swung out at his now 7 year old girl, holding nothing back so that she would have no choice but to be giving undivided attention to her father. The things he had to say were very important.

"Now look, I work while your mother cleans, and your brother doesn't come back until one hour after you get home from school. Now, as your mama is a very busy person, she can't really watch you all the time. Thats why there is something called trust. Do you understand me?" He waited patiently for a response from his daughter.

A little girl with short blond hair was huddled against a wall, struggling to keep the tears falling from her face, but intent on making sure that Daddy got his answer.

"Yes," she replied, nodding her head to make sure he saw she understood.

Being satisfied with this, Thomas continues, "Now, with trust comes responsibility, am I right?" Angela nods again. "Good girl. The fact is, I trusted you to be a well behaved while on your own. That means you take none of daddy's things. As I said before, I have to work a lot, and requires a lot of energy in the morning, and sometimes in the afternoon. Thats why the coffee is there. Are you still following me?"

Angela nods again, no longer crying, but still frightened at her daddy's low tone of voice.

"OK. Now, how can the man do his job without his java. The women who drink that are just wasting it, taking away the energy needed for good working men to function. You see, its not just about the coffee, but also about learning the place of yourself. You have been a bad girl to try to be a man."

Angela, now feeling a little bold, implored,"But it was only a cup, and I wanted to try som-"

She was interrupted as another blow landed on her jaw, nearly knocking her out. Angela leaned up against the wall again for support. She was about to cry again, but she stopped immediatly when she saw her daddy's eyes. They were lit up with a kind of cold fire. She didn't want to be hit again, although those eyes made her want to cry even more.

"Damn kid never learns," thought Thomas. However, being a father was a hard job, so he just sucked it up and continued, "Now, what did I just tell you about our place. If women babble, they cut off important words that the men have to say. This brings me to my final point. Do you know what happens to bad little girls who do not know their place? They turn out to be bad people. They drain society of its money while refusing to make babies. Not only do we taxpayers lose money, but the human race becomes extinct little by little. I would hate to think of my little girl growing up into a bad person, but..." Immediatly, with some self-manipulation, Thomas let his eyes tear over, although not letting the actual tears fall, "it would break your old man's heart to see his daughter working for the devil's agenda of hurting people."

Angela panicked at this and shouted, "NO! I WON'T BE LIKE HIM! I'LL BE GOOD! I'LL BE..." she cuts off as she starts crying again. Thomas knows he got the message across, so he goes into the final stage of this conversation, in his most calming voice.

"Good. I trust that we won't go through this again. Now, just go wash up and help mama with dinner. And Angela."

"Yes?"

"I know how your friends at school would feel about you being a bad girl, so how about we keep this conversation to ourselves?" He finishes with a warm smile.

"OK, Daddy," says Angela, smiling back...

Present day Angela instantly snapped out of what she was thinking about. Her legs felt tired all of a sudden. She sits and rests, and then notices a graveyard towards her left.

"What?" she says. She pulls out her map, and is shocked to see that she walked about 3/4 of a mile while reminiscing about the past. She felt a little disoriented, but put the feeling out of her mind. She knew there should be a nearby church to rest in so she continues into the graveyard. As she walks, she notices that an inexplicable fog has fallen over the place in a matter of minutes. "This is getting creepy...and did it just get colder?" Feeling a little silly, she continues until she finds the church. As she walks up the front steps towards the door, she swears she could hear mumbling inside. A little curious, but also a little scared, she opens the door and walks in.

Immediatly she is taken aback by the interior. The walls were covered in ash and soot, the pews were overturned with ancienct carvings scratched on them, and the cross at the end of the church was hung upside down. And the place was on fire. It felt so hot. She is about to leave in fright when she hears that the mumbling is louder in one of the pews. She turns, listening, despite thesmell of burning wood. It sounded like a prayer, that mumbling. She walks over there hesitantly, and searches the ground near the overturned seats. She finds a radio, and its playing the weird prayer. She picks it up and looks it over. "What the hell?" she says. A voice then booms out of the radio...her father's voice.
"WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU ABOUT SWEARING IN THE CHURCH OF GOD! SATAN LOVER! BAD GIRL! BAD BAD GIRRRRLLL!" Angela screams dropping the radio on the ground by accident. She also hears a low growl behind her. "WELL, AS YOU CAN SEE, ITS NOT WHAT THE HELL, IT IS HELL!" Angela hears something approaching from behind. The voice blares again, "WELL, NOW YOU CAN HAVE HIM TO YOURSELF, YOU LITTLE WHORE!" The radio shuts off, emitting nothing but static. Angela turns to run, and freezes in her tracks. 3 feet in front of her stood a 5 foot hoofed demon, fur seemingly covered in blood, and horns coming from its head. It had a big resemblance to a childhood drawing she made of Satan. It lunges for her, and Angela quickly sidesteps, barely dodging the thing. The creature hits a pew and trips over, falling on its head, cracking it open. Not wishing to take a chance on it getting back up, Angela takes her knife out and running forward, jams it into the demon's back. It stops wriggling on the ground. Taking her knife back, she sheathes it in her pocket, and she runs out of the church and into the graveyard. She kneels in the middle to take a breath, and sees the tombstone in front of her.

Thomas Orosco, died at 42

Because of a bad girl

That lived at the ranch

Angela stares in horror and surprise. "What! But this is impossible. Its to early for anyone to know..." She trails off as she reads the part about the ranch. "The ranch. Does it mean Silent Hill Ranch? My family did used to take me there." Taking out her map, she circles the ranch, meaning to investigate it later. When she puts the map away, she hears footsteps from behind.

"Excuse me, I-"

Angela yelps in surprise. She turns to see a man wearing brown pants and a green shirt. Feeling a little silly, and relieved to see another human, she says, "I, I'm sorry..I, I was just.."

"No, it's okay. I didn't mean to scare you." A pause. "I'm kind of lost."

Angela looks at him funny. How could he be lost with only one road to take? "Lost?"

"Yeah. I'm looking for Silent Hill. Is this the right way?" he asks, pointing to the left.

Umm..yeah. Its hard to see with this fog, but there's only one road. You can't miss it."

"Thanks."

"But.."

"Yes?"

She couldn't let the guy run into the town ignorant of the things she just saw. "I think you'd better stay away. This uh...this town...there's something...wrong with it. It's kind of hard to explain, but..."

"Is it dangerous?"

"Maybe...and its not just the fog either...Its-"

He interrupts, "Ok I got it. I'll be careful."

A little miffed at his tone, she responds, "I'm not lying."

"No, I believe you. It's just..I guess I don't really care if its dangerous or not. I'm going to town either way."

Perplexed and intrigued, Angela asks, "But why?"

"I'm looking for...someone."

"Who, who, who is it?"

"Someone...very important to me. I'd do anything if I could be with her again."

Feeling some strange kinship with this man, she says, "Me too. I'm looking for my mama...I mean my mother. Its been so long since I've seen her. I thought my father and brother were here, but I can't find them either. I'm sorry..its not your problem."

"No, I hope you find them."

"Yeah...you too."

As the man leaves the graveyard, Angela can't help but feel that he is a little strange.

Authors note: Sorry, long chapter. Anyway, the church thing has nothing to do with Samael. That demon she saw is going to become a common enemy. Please read and review. I'm going to plot the next chapter.