A minute or so later Zak arrived at the harbour on the opposite side of the lake. The light had been from a lamppost on the docks. Zak quickly climbed out of the boat and began his walk up the path towards the Lake View Hotel.
The doors clicked open easily and Zak stepped into the building. I must be getting close now Zak thought as he explored the ground floor. The first door he went through emerged in a dining room complete with grand piano. Many of the chairs were atop of the tables in the room but one table was set out with a single plate and a set of cutlery. Zak walked over to the misted bay windows, there was a picture of a cat drawn on it by a child dragging its finger through the misted up window, he guessed it was a child because the lines were very thin. Zak left the room quietly and walked into the room opposite. Zak emerged in a large entrance hall, complete with a grand staircase and a dormant music box. A letter lay upon the desk; it said that James' video tape was in the first floor office Video tape? Sounds kinky Zak thought to himself. Zak walked silently up the grand staircase and went left at the top through the double doors. He tried getting to the third floor but found it barred by a steel shutter. As he walked back down to the second floor he heard a loud click, it sounded like a lock coming disengaged. A set of double doors was the origin of the noise. Zak slid one of them over and stepped inside. He reached out and flicked the light switch which brought the great chandelier to life. He looked around the great hall with a curious look on his face. There was no-one in there so how could it have unlocked itself? The hall was decorated by great round tables around which chairs were located. Each table was covered by a red velvet sheet. Behind Zak the door slammed shut before locking itself. He tried the door vigorously but it would not budge.
"Oh great" Zak muttered before turning back to the room. The magnificent crystal chandelier still shone brightly in the centre of the room but Zak could not care less; he just wanted to get out of the room and find James Sunderland so that this whole wretched Silent Hill business could be put to rest. On the other side of the room the door clicked open. Zak sprinted towards it, not wanting to miss his chance to escape. Halfway across the room he stopped but slipped on the polished floor and came crashing onto his side. Pyramid Head, the largest of them which stood at the exact same height as Zak, had entered the room with its great knife. Behind it the door slid closed slowly and clicked shut.
Authors Note; I have made James not pick up Pyramid Head's great knife when he had the chance so that Pyramid itself could have it, trust me I am going somewhere with this
Zak picked himself up from the floor to face the executioner which stood six to seven meters away. Music began to play; it was coming from the music box in the main hall, James! Zak though instantly He's using the music box for some reason, I'm so close! Zak had his own problems to deal with, a six foot executioner with a very big carving knife. After a minute or so Zak heard the shutters no the third floor rattle open He's upstairs Zak thought.
"Well?" he asked Pyramid Head "What exactly are you waiting for?" Pyramid Head merely stood there watching him. Zak ran his fingers through his hair
"If it doesn't bother you, I'll just leave" Zak told Pyramid Head. Zak turned to walk towards the door when the executioner moved, when Zak stopped it stopped. Zak moved again and the executioner moved too.
"This is annoying" Zak informed it "Let me go or I will kill you" The executioner walked towards him, the great knife swinging with it. Zak thought about going for his gun but gave the executioner the benefit of a doubt. The executioner came right up to him so that Zak could smell the stench of death that surrounded it. Both of them stood close again, Zak could feel the stillness of the air around it and the executioner could sense the raw fury that slumbered in Zak's heart. Pyramid Head turned and face the door it had come through, the door clicked open and the disfigured old man entered before the door slid closed behind it. Zak looked at the Pyramid Head which was still watching the disfigured old man who was stumbled towards them.
Like a great lock, one which had been ticking past as the cogs refused to link together, finally locked into place with a great crunch that was almost deafening in Zak's mind; everything was finally becoming clear. He recognised the man; it was his father who he had murdered. Everything felt cold and numb in Zak's mind.
"You're dead" Zak told his father who merely stood there. Pyramid Head held out the great knife, Zak took it in his right hand whilst dropping his bag from his left hand. As though in a dream, just as he had been in the prison when he went to kill himself, Zak walked forwards with the great knife. Pyramid Head watched as Zak walked forwards, ready to kill his father again. Zak brought he knife up with a great whooshing noise. Blood rippled through the air in one long scarlet wave. The knife dug itself into the wooden floor of the building when Zak finished his attack. On the floor the old man finally died.
It was just another day in Zak's mind, he was fifteen, outside the snow was pouring down harder than ever. He heard the click of his living room door but he continued playing anyway.
"You in here freak?" a voice called out. Zak tensed; his father had not meant to be home for at least another week, he looked up at the calendar, there was a red cross a week from the day they were on.
"Answer me!" a voice bellowed. Zak closed his eyes both in his memories and in his actual life. Whatever happened next Zak had blocked out.
Back in Silent Hill Zak turned to face Pyramid Head who had come over to stand by him. Zak handed it its great execution weapon. The executioner walked away and vanished through one of the double doors in the room. A gust of cold wind funnelled through the hall engulfing Zak. He looked at the walls and noticed that they were all peeling and furry from damp. He whirled around, the room was only lit by grey light which filtered through the dirty windows; the chandelier had gone out above him. The hotel was freezing cold and had a bitter feeling in the air. Zak left the room and was about to take the stairs to the third floor when he found a large concrete wall blocking the stairs. All the walls in the hotel were grey and peeling, as thought years of damp had suddenly appeared in no time at all. Zak knew of no explanation of how this could have happened in so little time and did not try and figure it out; after all it was Silent Hill. Zak sprinted back down the stairs onto the first floor, a door refused to budge as he made his way back towards the stairs that led to the basement and so Zak was forced to remove it. After crashing through the door in a hail of splinters Zak dived down yet another flight of stairs and crashed into waist high water.