Author's Note: Sorry that it has been a while, but I just finished my brothers story and had to go to the anime expo, as well as a friend's party. Does anyone know where I can find the trailer for Hellsing Ultimate on the web? I really want to download it and watch it over and over again. +) I also do not own Silent Hill. Thank you to Silent Hill Heaven for the maps. Besides that, here is chapter nine.

Silent Hill 2: Founded Fears Ch. 9

StreetWise 2: Sanctuary

Angela was relieved to get out of the apartment buildings. Sure, it was evening and that meant the sun was setting on a very scary town, but she felt she was up to facing whatever monstrosities there were outside now that she had escaped the nightmares within that complex. She even completely forgot about her bad disposition towards men (a temporary thing, unfortunately).
She immediately knew the name of the street she was on, and was grateful that it was the one she took to get to Mama's (or what was Mama's) apartment. She was grateful because she memorized by heart where to go to get out of this godforsaken town. And not to soon either, as she really didn't want to be here at night.
She began reciting the directions to herself for her memory to practice with:

"Just go down Harris St., then simply make a left on Saul, left on Neely, then a right on Sanders. Yeah, that should lead me to the trail that took me there."

So the trip was a big waste of time. That didn't mean she still couldn't find Mama. All she had to do was take a trip back to some hotel, spend the night, maybe relax a bit, then before coming back buy some ammunition and firearms using the family ATM card so she could increase her chances for survival. These things were expensive, but after she was done with everything involving Mama and, eventually, David, no one was going to have any real use for money.

"Where did that come from," thought Angela. In truth, she couldn't remember why she wanted to see Mama, but she was sure it didn't have anything to do with hurting her.

"I mean, if I intended that," Angela started saying to herself, "I would've brought a weapon with me already. Certainly not a fire extinguisher or a bat, but maybe something like a silenced pistol, or a syringe, or a..."

A knife.

"Wait, didn't I have one of those?"

Yes, yes she remembered. She lost it in that encounter with the big Pyramid Monster. It tried to rape her, just like the Doorman

Daddy?

tried to. Luckily, she escaped. Why did she have that thing in the first place. It was so big

Had to drag it on the floor.

and she really didn't have any energy to waste lugging that thing around. Maybe Daddy gave it to her this morning...

...She got up early that morning. Daddy was downstairs, mixing his beer and coffee (alcoholism was such a dreadful thing, but who was she to object to his habits? It was his house, and she was the one who was living off of him) and Mama was still probably still asleep, wherever she was. David had gone to visit her. Something about inheritance or debts or something. Everyone kept saying it had to do with a horse. Angela still had no idea what anyone was talking about, but she kept her mouth shut, so that Daddy would like her better. Into the kitchen she went, intent on getting some cereal-"

"BLOOOD!"
"FOR THE LOVE OF GOD GET IT OFF GET IT OFF GET IT OOOOOOOOFFFFFFF-"

Angela was seized by a fit of hysteria (over what, even she didn't know, even after she recovered) and she had run down the street until she hit a wall. Even then, she was still in a state of panic.

"OH GOD THE SMELL! ITS IN MY EYES!"

Angela's hand were mysteriously covered in blood, as well as her head, dripping into her eyes and, most uncomfortably, her crotch area.
After thrashing on the ground for a while did Angela finally stop, realizing that none of the blood was real. There were none on her hands and crotch, and she didn't even sustain any head injuries from the wall bashing.
Looking around in a daze, she wondered to herself what made her act this way. Angela's wondering was stopped short, however, when she noticed something amiss; the wall she ran into was where the beginning of the Harris St. alleyway used to be.
"Impossible," she whispered to herself.
It was possible, however. There was indeed a barricade that was a wall with white sheets draped over that blocked her initial route.
Feeling disoriented, as though she felt some sort of displacement in the universe (and who is to say that there wasn't one?) Angela took out her map to find an alternate route to the outside of the city.

"Not to worry. I'll just continue down Katz and make a right on Neely. And if that's blocked, there's always Martin and Lindsay. I mean, they can't all be blocked, right?"

Then she noticed that the wall had graffiti on it. Nothing much was to be noted: just a blue jay swooping down on what looked like a piece of jade. And standing between the two just happened to be another bird, only fat and on a leash. Very interesting piece of art, but nothing really of use.
As she made her way down Katz, what poor little Angela didn't realize was that once the town of
Silent Hill had you, it wouldn't let you go until it was done with you. Whether you survived the ordeal or not always depended on the person.
True to the town's cryptic nature, there was another setback, and a major one at that.
Both Neely and Katz were blocked; Katz to the east and Neely to the south.
Angela was stuck.
She let out a scream of fury, only to find that that was one of the biggest mistakes you could make out in the open.
Her radio went berserk. Obviously something very powerful had heard her, and it was heading her way.
A voice came from the radio. That same, whispering one that seemed to take great joy in tormenting her:

'One can only imagine how much of a nuisance you really are. Don't you know that people are trying to sleep?'

The monster made itself known as it came in from behind. Angela turned, and screamed. Somehow, the Doorman had managed to follow her all the way to where she was.

'What to do, what to do? Maybe a spanking is in order. Then again, we know how much your ass has gotten used to punishment,' the voice laughed at his own sick joke, 'Perhaps our keeper here has a suitable punishment in mind. Don't worry about time though; I'll take good care of the kids at the church nursery whilst you take your scolding. Come to pick them up when you're done.'

Angela was too scared to ask questions about the kids, or to state that she didn't have any, for that matter. Taking the only possible route she could, Angela headed north with Doorman in hot pursuit. Upon making it between the middle of the two buildings that occupied the Katz and Neely corners, Angela was blocked not by a wall, but by a foundation of garbage so high that it was like an obstacle unto itself. She was trapped with the monstrosity, as it blocked the only possible route out.
It charged and hit Angela, causing her to fall backwards into the wall of filth. When she tried to get the air back into her lungs, she was overtaken once again by the Doorman, only this time, it was by his mouth. He had stood up on two legs and proceeded to engulf to entire upper half of her body in his toothless maw.
It was suffocating in there. So much humid air and contracting skin, it was like being trapped in a bag of flesh. She couldn't breath or move her arms. All she could do was struggle.

"I'm gonna die. I'm gonna become this creature's next meal and end up a pile of shit."

The skin contracted even more, sucking the life slowly out of her.

"What can I do? What am I going to do?"

Her vision was failing, and only her mouth really worked.
Then it hit her what she could do.
Bracing herself for a really bad taste, Angela opened wide and sunk her teeth into the flesh of the creature. He immediately made a jerking motion and Angela was forced outside and onto the ground. As she got up, she observed that the Doorman was actually making various sneezing noises.

"Just like how Pinocchio made it out of the whale."

Then Angela observed something else: according to when she earlier read the map, she was between the Lucky Jade restaurant and Big Jay's bar.

There was a blue Jay swooping down on a piece of jade, and standing in between the two was a fat bird on a leash.

Having nothing to lose, her eyes quickly scanned the wall. She found what she wanted in seconds.
There was a leash that was dead center in the wall, within arms reach.
Angela quickly scurried over there and pulled with all the strength she could muster. While she struggled, the Doorman just only sauntered towards his prey, confident that it would be triumphant. However, when it was within a foot of Angela, she finally managed to pull out the leash. Due to her force, the other end went flying into the the Doorman's head. Attached to the other end of the leash was a ball of spikes. This assisted in only stunning the Doorman, despite the head injury.
This made all the difference in Angela's survival. After she pulled out the leash, the wall started to shift, signaling that it was about to avalanche. Seeing her opportunity to maneuver around the Doorman and escape, she did so and the Doorman was buried beneath what could have been at least 200 lbs. of trash.
Thinking quickly, especially since she couldn't tell how long the Doorman would be occupied with getting out, she ditched her fire extinguisher to get rid of extra weight in favor of her new weapon and made way up north. There was another barrier there, but luckily, the door to the pet shop was open. Angela ran inside and shut the door hard.
When she got inside, she was instantly startled by another man already present. When he turned around to face her, it only turned out to be Eddie.

"Wow, you gave me a fright," Angela stated, clutching her chest.

"Oh, sorry about that," Eddie replied distractedly. His eyes were constantly scanning the place and he really seemed to barely notice Angela's presence. What could he be looking for? All the animals were gone (whether they simply escaped or were killed, Angela didn't want to think about) and nothing was really present that interested her except for a door marked employees only (it had a cute little dog holding up its paw) and the back door to the place, which would undoubtedly lead to Nathan Ave.

"Um, are you looking for someone?"

"What," asked Eddie, snapping out of his trance, "Oh no, just a something. Have you seen a mutt going around here? He has, like, blond fur and kind of small."

"No, I'm sorry. Is he your dog? Because I'd hate to tell you, but it may not have survived this place."

Eddie laughed suddenly, as though Angela had just told a joke.
While he was trying to recover, the door marked Employees Only opened a nudge and a dog wearing what looked like a headset snuck out behind Eddie and picked up a random milk bone lying around. Before it went back inside the room (and a strange one it was-random beeping noises were coming from it and she swore she saw what looked like a few television screens) the dog looked back at her... and winked. It then held up its paw in a kind of shushing gesture, then went back inside with the door magically closing behind, all while Eddie has his back to it.

"Hey, are you alright," he suddenly asked.

Angela snapped her attention back to Eddie, feeling a little embarrassed at how retarded she must have looked, seemingly staring off into space.
She knew she wasn't retarded, but Angela thought that she might be going mad.
She had to get out of this town.

"I'm fine. I just had my head in the clouds for a few moments," Angela finally responded uneasily.

"Well, don't worry about it. Oh, and by the way, I don't own the dog, and in fact, I would love it if it was taken down by some creature."

Angela was shocked. How could he say such a thing?

"What?"

"Well, he deserves it. For all the grief he put me through, it's not like he needs any pity," Eddie said in an almost whining way.

This guy was possibly crazier than James. At least he didn't want to kill his wife

again

when she was already dead. This guy was just nuts. No dog would ever want to

torture and manipulate

tease a guy out of pure malice.
Now bad notions were getting into her head. She had to get out.

"Hey, what are you judging me for? You're just like the rest of them," Eddie said, starting to look angry. As he stalked forward to

execute, fondle, fuck

confront her, she made her way out of the back door.

"HEY! DON'T YOU WALK OUT-" that was all Eddie got before Angela slammed the door on him. She heard him shout "SHIT" from the other side. What a psycho.

Failed, failed, failed, failed.

Forsaken by purgatory. Failed, failed, fail-

Still alive.

The Doorman had just regained consciousness and emerged (after a bit of effort) from the trash heap, looking more disheveled than before.

Where? Where?

Can I keep going?

How? Why?

It looked around in confusion before making its way down Neely, the wall to the south somehow gone.

Find, remember, remember...

Not yet.

No find yet. Seek shelter.

Shelter.

Flames.

Desire, pussy, sex.

The Doorman stopped, tilting its head as though in thought.

Reproduction.

Man, woman, survived.

Unmaker, bad.

Punish. Punish Unmaker and follower.

Bad, bad, bad, bad, bad.

It began moving again, knowing the place to go, but not how to get there, except by looking.

Hell is best punishment. Sanctuary, sanctuary.

Sanctuary is illusion for escaping hell.

Go. Find. Punish...

Remember.

The Doorman's further trek is lost to knowledge.

Angela had just fought off another Devil, but was injured herself. Not by the Devil, but by the fact that she had no idea how to swing a weapon without hurting herself. Her shoulder bled from the injury, but it was only minor. As a matter a fact, she felt like

she liked it

she could walk it off.
Her thoughts pertaining to the injury, however, was cut off when she realized that where she was standing in front of.
St. Stella church.

"This is where the voice told me to pick up the kids."

Thats right. The kids!

"Jack, Jill! Oh my god! I'm coming," she shouted as she ran inside the church.

If she only knew how much her head liked to play tricks on her and what was waiting inside, Angela would have taken the chance spending the night outside with those born from nightmares.

Author's Note: OK folks, St. Stella's will be the second official level of Angela's quest. Two things I found out on Wikipedia: 1. Silent Hill is apparently in Maine. There was an envelope in SH4 where it shows a strip club's address (presumably Heaven's Night) being in Maine on Carrol St. Can anyone confirm this? 2. This is out of the blue, but Wikipedia also says that Angela's mother had her committed to a psychiatric hospital. Can anyone confirm that? And if they can, where the hell did someone find that out? Also, I got a look at Doorman's underside (thanks to IGN) and it turned out I was right about the mouth, except that he really had no teeth. (Even more disturbing is that you can even say its mouth looks like a vagina-no joke). One last note: Angela's memories are being plagued by both the town and the head injury her father gave her, so no, she has no real family (it is a nice set up for a boss fight, however). +) And for those of you thinking I'm making her look stupid, don't. She will realize later not to put complete trust in what she thinks she remembers, so she won't really be stupid for now, just ignorant of the fact that the "early dementia" is finally kicking in. I have work to do now on constructing the map and "gameplay" for St. Stella's, so it is going to be a bit. And I will make sure to put more fire in. Until then, so long.