A/N Wow, I actually got the 2nd chapter up! *smile smile* I've been literally drowning in school work these past few weeks. Sorry about the long wait. x_x Oh, and I'm glad to hear that my oddity of a story is actually liked by people. ^-^

Disclaimer!: Refer to the first chapter for the basic disclaimer blah-blah. There are a few references to movies in this chapter and I DON'T own the movies they came from. ^^ I also don't own the guest in this fic, Konami does.

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James was a mess.

He had been traveling all over town, desperately searching for a way into Poppywater Park with no success; unless you count using his red marker to scribble off blocked roads as some sort of odd mental success for James, or the countless burned strippers that he has brutally murdered since his trip here.

James walked slowly westward down Paul Street, his wooden plank raised at attention in case he needed to use it. He really wished he had that radio now… or at least some sunflower seeds.

Thinking absent mindedly about the sunflower seeds that awaited him back at home, he failed to notice the stripper demon steadily approaching him. James was alerted by the trademark scuffling of it's feet and turned around a second too late. The demon twisted it's torso backwards and released a cloud of spray at James, causing him to cough and step backward in surprise.

"Keep your stinkin' hormones off me you damned dirty stripper!" James exclaimed violently and he raised his plank overhead and brought it down upon the stripper's scull with a sickening crack.

The demon buckled under James' blow and fell to the ground, twitching spastically. James quickly stomped the thing a few a times then lifted his leg, readying himself to bring the heel of his boot down on the creatures' face when it suddenly twisted its bones and scuttled across the road and out of harm's way.

"Get back here!" Yelled James as he followed the desperate stripper down Paul Street.

Looking for a route of escape, the foul entity crawled underneath a nearby trailer. James ran to the side of the structure and kicked the siding in fury.

"You'll die by my hands stripper! Do you hear me!?" James snorted, "I'll be back… as the governor of California." James snickered at his own dull, wise-ass comment and decided to check out the abandoned trailer. He stepped through the open doorway and into a messy trailer. Next to the bed on a small table was a note. James picked it up read the writing on it.

'MeEt me @ Bar Kneelys

Hucked on foniks done gud fer me!'

James stared at the note for a good 30 seconds before he decided to head towards Kneelys' Bar.

"A bar, huh? I wonder if there will be any left over drinks." James said under his breath.

He cautiously left the trailer, just to be sure that the ravenous stripper wasn't about to ambush him. He then sprinted down the foggy streets of Quiet Hill, avoiding the groups of strippers and murdering them only if they where alone. And why? It was all in good fun.

He was entering Kneelys' Bar sooner then he expected. The sight of the place quickly killed any hopes James had of obtaining alcohol. The first thing that caught his attention was writing spray painted on newspapers stuck to a large window. The papers read:

'There was a HOLE here, Its gone now'

"What the fuck? ... Well good for you." James muttered aloud to himself as he examined the letters. He located a map on the back counter and found some odd markings on it. He copied the markings on to his map.

"What is with that symbol at the end of Marten Street? Guess I better go there."

He stuffed the map back into his pocket. By now, James was beginning to wonder why he has been talking to himself a lot recently; even questioning his sanity. He left the bar and sprinted quickly through the streets towards Marten. He ran by any stripper demon that attempted to assault him, not wanting to get involved in any unnecessary fights at the time.

James turned on to Marten street, not knowing what to expect. He didn't want to admit it, but, he was a little scared. He held his deadly plank that has slain many strippers at attention, ready to smack anything that attacked into submission. Just as he passed a broken down car, a burned stripper scuttled out from underneath it at an alarming rate towards James' feet. The startled James released a girly scream of terror and kicked the stripper with all the force he could muster. He didn't stick around to make sure it was dead, he just ran blindly down the street.

He sprinted madly into the fog until he smacked into a brick wall.

"Ouch, dammit!" James rubbed his head. "This must be the end of Marten… well there is nothing here!" He paced around the end of the street until something caught his eye. A bloody mass that had once been a human leaned against the far left wall.

"… That's lovely." Commented James, "The strippers must have got im'."

He approached the dead figure slowly when something shiny in the dead man's pocket caught his eye. James bent over and pulled a 'Woodflank Apartments' key from the man's bloodied pocket. He examined the key and came to the conclusion that it had to mean something. He pocketed the key then located 'Woodflank Apartments' on his map.

"This must mean something…"

He turned from the bloody mass and ran in a hurry toward Woodflank Apartments, slaying the occasional stripper that assaulted him with it's evil spray. When he located the entrance to the apartments he used his key and was slightly confused when it disappeared after he used it; Yet he continued on anyway. Inside the fenced in entrance he found the door that lead into the apartments. Just after he laid his hand on the door a sound alerted him. He quickly looked around to find the source of the noise when a humanoid figure made it's way toward him.

"…?"

It was a man. A strange looking man clad in a brown coat and jeans. James was confused, but before he could say anything the man spoke out:

"Hi. My name is Harry Mason." He sighed. "Have you seen a little girl? Around seven years old. Short, black hair."

"I cant say I have." Replied James.

Harry blinked. "Oh, well you see. I'm in the wrong section of Silent Hill, how do I know? I don't."

James was confused by Harry's dialogue. "Well, this isn't Silent Hill… Your in Quiet Hill… and your killing my time." James turned to open the apartment door.

"No, Wait!" The confused Harry yelled.

James paused and turned back to the strange man.

"Have you seen a little girl? Short, black hair… about seven years old."

James frowned. "No I haven't. You just asked that a minuet ago, how would I know now?"

Harry blinked. "Oh okay… well, have you seen a little girl? Short-"

"NO!" Screamed James.

"Oh…" Replied Harry. "have you seen a little girl?"

"NO DAMNIT!"

"Short,"

"SHUT UP!"

"Black Hair…"

James growled in agitation. "Fuck off you damned idiot, and leave me the hell alone!!!" James quickly threw open the door and disappeared inside.

Harry stood in the foggy yard alone.

"Well… I guess he didn't know. What a nice man." Harry shrugged to himself then sauntered away into town.