The Extremely Crappy Days at Ashfield High

Chappy Nine: And so it begins…

Henry opened his tired eyes slowly, the rays of the morning sun illuminating the somewhat large bedroom. He took a moment to adjust to the faint light before sitting up.
His wife slept peacefully to his left, and the comforter and bed sheets were messily covering them both. He looked up at the rotating ceiling fan for a second before standing up, leaving a small peck on his wife's forehead, and walking out of the room.
As he walked through the equally gray hallway towards the bathroom, Henry's mind began to wander back…
He had never really gotten over the incident with Walter Sullivan. Of course, wouldn't you find it difficult to overcome something so traumatic? I mean, the psycho locked him in his apartment for about six days! He was also forced to see people die or already be dead. However, Henry did learn a few things from those six days; for one, he'd never assume a person to be eighteen or nineteen if he looked it… For they could actually be thirty.
He sighed as he reached his goal: the bathroom door. However, rather than opening it, Henry stared at it reflectively, frowning. 'What guarantee is there that there won't be another hole…? How do I know he's really dead?' he pondered before backing away.
'No, he has to be dead… has to be…'

The bleak, gray sky stretched out as far as the eye could see. A multitude of vehicles sped down the black asphalt, each driving towards a destination only known to the ones behind the wheels. The citizens of Ashfield could be seen completing their tasks and errands, and the subway was as active as ever…
It was shameful.
How could such a society exist? Was evolution this simple? No. There is always something that controls… like a puppeteer… and the many people are only puppets…
The man's wrinkled face transformed into an expression of malice as he stared down at the city block. White hair, matching with the sky, covered his scalp, neatly combed, and his dark robes gracefully hung above his boots. His skin held a fair tan as well.
Yet, the one thing, or should I say object, that stood out the most was definitely the blood red medallion hanging from his neck. An elaborate pendulum was deeply etched within the stone, and it was this that the man took the most care of.
A door swung open, revealing the form of a male in his early twenties; his jet black hair spiked ever so slightly.
The man had noticed Zeik immediately, and without turning, he grimaced.
"Look at them… like ants… they disrespect the very ground they walk on…"
"So… What did you want, old man?"
"That would be Jeremy, to you…" stated the man as he turned around. "Come… look at how disgusting this very sight is…"
Zeik walked up beside Jeremy, and glanced down at the street. "I don't want to waste five minutes looking at the ground; what the hell do you want?" Jeremy chuckled, smirking.
"I've been searching sixteen years for the Chosen One… and I believe my efforts will finally be rewarded…"
"Could you please start making sense?"
"Our brotherhood was faltering sixteen years ago… The daughter of Leonard Wolf, a respected brother, attempted to bring about the birth of God, the one who will lead us to Paradise… To our misfortune, she failed miserably, and Alessa escaped, however, all was not lost; a healthy baby boy was the only thing left from God… We believed the boy was our last chance, the reincarnation of the soul of Samael…We took him to the orphanage, but… he was lost…"
"Okay… what?"
"That all happened sixteen years ago, and it's time he was found."
"Wait… you think the kid's here?"
"Yes… He should be a teenager now, extremely influenced by whoever had taken him in. This may be our final chance… This is why we need your assistance, Zeik; we both have separate ideals and goals, but if we work together, we could assist each other in so many ways…"
Zeik stroked his chin while slowly pacing around. "So, if I help you find the kid… you'll help me show those idiots… right?"
"Correct."
"Okay, great… So… how are we going to find him?"
"Allow me to worry about that, my friend; for now, just relax… and prepare…"

Joshua pressed the channel changing button his remote controller repeatedly, searching for something to watch. Saturdays were always pretty bland and boring. His parents didn't usually work, and they just moped around the house. Henry would normally be on the computer, his wife either running errands, sleeping, or watching television. Joshua would be doing the same, but he'd listen to some music or play a few video games.
"Damn… Nothing on T.V.," he murmured before rising from his bed and exiting his room.
He yawned while entering the living room and plopping down on the couch beside his mother, who was snacking on some crackers and watching a movie; this movie was one owned by the Townsend family; it was not being shown on television.
"I actually want, to go to school today…"
"Don't worry about it so much, Josh; I'm bored too."
A few moments passed in silence, besides the sounds coming from the television set, before Joshua leaned forward, a thoughtful expression planted on his face. "How did you meet, Dad, Mom?"
"Huh?"
"Dad; how did you meet him?"
Mrs. Townsend thought for a moment, fidgeting uncomfortably in her seat. "Well… Um, we lived nearby each other, and after we met… I guess it just, 'clicked'."
"Clicked?"
"Yes, 'clicked'."
Joshua glanced at the floor as he stood up from the couch. "Thanks for… not helping me much with deciding how I'm going to find a wife… No, wait, I won't get married; yeah, perfect. Who cares about love, and happiness, and having children, which means also having sex…"
He nodded to himself and walked over to the door. "I'm going for a walk; I'll be back in like, fifteen minutes."
And so Joshua departed, leaving his bewildered mother to stare at the closed door.

Christian took a sip of hot cocoa from his black mug as he typed in the words, 'Silent Hill', on the search engine bar. He scanned the results with his eyes before clicking on the first link.
Christian usually typed or looked up certain things on the internet on Saturday nights. It was something he started doing since he moved to Ashfield two years ago. He had originally lived in Pleasant River with his adoptive family.
He leaned back in his leather computer chair while jotting down a few motes on his notepad. 'So, there was a fire there quite some while back… A cult…?'
For some reason, when he had first seen the name of 'Silent Hill', it had sparked his interest exponentially. It was in an old newspaper clipping in the local library, which Christian found while doing research for a History project.
'What's the deal with this cult that keeps popping up… Huh… There was the murder of Billy and Miriam Locaine… that's not what I'm looking for…"
He shook his head before reaching for the phone to the right of his computer. 'Something happened with this town… I have to find out what…' he thought while picking up the phone and beginning to dial a number.

REVIEW RESPONSES:

Servo: Yes, how truly unfortunate for the Townsend van. I'd also like to mention that I know it's really 'Townshend', but I felt like going with a more correct name. The plot's going to get more interesting from now on, but also expect some chapters that are just pointless and don't have any connections to the story, okay? I will be explaining the puppy… sooner or later.

diddly day: As you can see, this isn't just mainly centered on Silent Hill 4. You can expect more from The Order and Zeik as it goes on. As for the length of the chapters, I know it was a short one; I tried to make this one a little longer, but bear with me, 'kay?

(All in all, the plot just 'came' to me early this morning. Well, I hope you enjoyed it.)