I.

So far, the creatures Michael had run into were something out of a Resident Evil game, which he played in some of his spare time. As much as he was surprised that he was battling otherworldly creatures, when in the heat of battle, his actions came naturally.

Michael intended on getting out of the haunted—warped—infested—whatever—school and getting on the road with his classmate, Stacy. He had met her only about twenty minutes ago. They didn't meet under the best of circumstances though. She was being attacked by something gruesome and strange. Michael couldn't decide whether he had driven it away or it left of its own volition.

He and Stacy clung to the fact that they were with another human in a world that had seemingly turned upside down. Somehow, both of them assumed that whatever was going on with the school was an isolated occurrence. They assumed everything outside of the school was normal. The police would come and tell them that some experiment had gotten out of hand and let these creatures loose.

They both settled into this expectation, never letting the other know what they were thinking. That would have been fine, except for the fact that Stacy had been dismembered by someone or something. It had happened in a matter of seconds, making Michael wonder if she had even been alive in the first place.

Now, he wished he could erase the grotesque image from his mind. He gasped for air, trying to compose himself, despite the situation. Was there anything that he could have done for her? Then he realized that he really didn't even know her. They were in the same Anthropology class this semester and that was it. This was the first time he had talked to her.

Still, someone had killed Stacy purposefully. It made the situation all that much more real and dangerous for Michael and his mind went over everything that happened. He suddenly knew that this whole situation was worse than he thought and dangerous. These creatures were seriously out to kill him and whoever else they could get a hold of.

He clenched his eyes closed, hoping that he was really in some kind of drunken nightmare, caused by watching some horror movie before going to sleep. He would wake up in his bed in would be early afternoon and go get something to eat.

A sudden clashing of metal against metal drove away the fantasy and let Michael that the world he was in now was his reality and there was no escaping it.

He looked in the direction of the noise to see a figure shambling toward him. A large blade was being dragged behind it. It was dark, and Michael still couldn't make out the figure clearly, but he instantly knew that it was the same thing that killed Stacy. Now, it was coming for him.

Michael slowly rose to his feet, taking an unsteady step backwards. He clenched the gun tightly, waiting for the moment to fire off a round and keep firing until the thing was dead. He felt a small drop of sweat creep down his back. His throat contracted making his breath come in short, ragged gasps.

When the creature finally staggered into the light, Michael was instantly horrified. It was like anything he had ever seen. The small creatures that he had run into earlier were normal compared to the behemoth that stood before him.

Blood dripped from its hands and the blade as it swung the blade at Michael. He barely made it out of the way as it crashed into the wall leaving a jagged rip.

Michael rolled into a crouching position and tried to fire, but the lights began to flicker. The creature danced in and out of the darkness moving much faster than before. It was as if the creature was appearing and disappearing in different location around the room, moving ever closer to Michael.

He ran down the hallway, hoping to put some distance between himself and the creature. But he wasn't moving fast enough. He heard the blade slice through the air. He spun his body out of the path of the blade only to lose his balance and fall. Michael cursed as the gun clattered across the steel grated floor out of his reach.

The masked creature saw its opportunity and redirected the blade toward the floor. Michael rolled, the attack barely missing him.

How am I supposed to stop him?

Michael ran to the opposite side of the hallway, which was mysteriously blocked off. He looked down through the grating only to be stared at by complete darkness and the sounds of otherworldly creatures, looking for any victim in their reach.

There had to be some way to get the creature to fall through the floor. Michael glanced back at the spot the monster had struck. He had swung so hard that the blade had sliced through the grating like a hot knife through butter.

Michael knew that his plan would be dangerous, but he was in just as much danger standing there waiting for the creature to come after him again. He took a deep breath as the grotesquely large figure sauntered toward him.

He shifted his weight and charged directly at the figure. As he hoped, the figure lifted the blade and brought it straight down toward him. Michael rolled across the grating, underneath its legs, the blade missing him only by inches.

He rolled to a standing position, never breaking stride. He dove for the gun. Rolling across the ground, he stood quickly and charged the figure again. He made sure to angle his path so the swing would connect with the floor, causing the damage to spread.

Everything was going according to plan, the figure swung downward every time Michael made a pass, unaware that it was going to be the cause of its own destruction. However, Michael began to tire, wondering if he could keep it up. It seemed like a slow process. He spaced out the damage so the figure was standing in a large circle of sliced floor.

One last pass and a quick leap put Michael on the other side of the hole as the figure groaned, falling into the darkness. He sat on the ground, panting, trying to catch his breath. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

He opened them when a strange noise seemed to resound in his head. It was something like a siren or alarm, but it reverberated nowhere and everywhere at the same time. He glanced around for another attacker, but his vision began to blur.

"What?" Michael said as the surroundings changed from the dilapidated steel grating and blood along the walls to the school hallway that he knew. The alcoves of rooms returned, the tiled floor as well as textured ceiling...everything was the way it should have been.

"Was I dreaming?" Michael asked, suddenly unsure of everything that had happened to this point. He immediately ran into the bathroom, which was no longer a dark, menacing trap, but a slightly dirty community restroom.

Running to the last stall, Michael threw it open and found nothing but a toilet. Stacy, or what was left of her was no where to be seen. Michael left the bathroom and was about to walk down the stairs when something caught his eye.

He walked over to the object, carefully examining it before picking it up. It was a flyer for the church, which was right outside of the town. A key was taped to the piece of paper as well.

Puzzled, but ready to leave, Michael ripped the key off the paper and shoved the flyer in his pocket. Heading down the stairs, Michael didn't glance back at the school he used to know.

II.

Christine stayed quiet for as long as she could. She followed behind Heather closely, jumping at almost every screech and growl she heard. The thick fog only made the situation worse, hiding everything more than about seven feet from them. There was definitely something wrong with this town.

"What is wrong with this town?" Christine broke the silence.

"I told you not to come—" Heather unemotionally said.

Christine became slightly agitated. "What was I supposed to do then? Wait around for someone to pick me up? We hadn't seen a car for three hours before—" Christine trailed off.

Heather stopped and spun toward the girl, obviously agitated. "Listen, there are things going on here that you wouldn't understand. There's something bigger going on than you could realize. I don't have time to answer a million questions or explain the situation. You can come with me and help, or you can stay behind and deal on your own. It's up to you." With that, Heather turned and continued on her determined path.

Christine wanted to slap the hell out of her. Who did she think she was?

"Look, just because you're comfortable with fighting for your life against these monsters, doesn't mean that everyone else is. I'm definitely not."

"That's why you shouldn't have come," Heather said over her shoulder.

Christine knew she was in no position to fend for herself. She didn't have a weapon, and she didn't know where she was. There was no advantage to her going off by herself but to be rid of Heather.

"Look, can we at least stop for a second so I can get myself together?"

Christine was grating on Heather's nerves. She was ready to shoot the girl and let the monsters have their way with her. "Fine, two minutes, Princess."

"Why are you in such a hurry anyways?"

"The only person that was with me through all of this is still at the amusement park."

Christine suddenly realized the reason for the girl's determination. Still, she had more questions for Heather. She knew that somehow, this girl had survived something terrible, but was drawn back into this terrible place.

"I'm sorry. We can go now," Christine said. She tried to straighten herself up so she gave the impression that she was ready as well.

"Let's go," Heather said, leading Christine into the think fog.

III.

Trey was relieved to be on the outskirts of the town. He had only run into a few more monsters, which he quickly dodged, rather than confronting them. He swore that it had taken him all day to get there, but in reality, only an hour had passed.

He figured that it was only a few miles back to the school. He figured that it was only a few miles to the school.

He ran a few more feet then stopped. A large church loomed in front of him. It was a rather large structure, looking nothing like the other buildings of the town.

He felt an instant relief of pressure. In such a terrible situation, churches were always places of sanctuary. Trey grinned as he saw the Camry in front of the church, which told him that someone was there.

He picked up the pace and dashed toward the building, not knowing that one of his classmates was close to meeting death inside.

Notes:

Okay, so I was having all this difficulty with the internet and couldn't get to for most of the summer. However, the problem got fixed within the past few days, so I'm back. I appreciate everyone reading and reviewing. The advice and compliments really help tailor future chapters. Keep reading and I hope that I can keep giving all of you a good story.

Rodarian: Thanks for the praise. Bathrooms in Silent Hill are always the worst. When I was playing Silent Hill 2 and went in the bathroom with the closed door and the scream erupted randomly, I turned the game off! Sorry about the sudden death of Stacy. Who knows...maybe she'll reappear or something later on.

E.P.O.: I'm glad the cliffhanger is keeping you hooked. The figure isn't too creepy, but I think he gets the job done.

Wrath: It's hard to write scary stuff like that, so I'm glad that the toilet scene came off well. You will get to see more of the crazy priest in the next chapter, and it won't be good for our protagonists.

Crimson Alessa: This chapter was a little short, but trust me, there will be just as much if not more suspense in the next one!

Invader-Zam-4: I worked on some of the pauses between paragraphs. I use Microsoft Word, but when I post, it takes out some of the returns and page dividers I have. I'm using roman numerals now, to give the reader a bit of breathing time in between scenes. I will definitely take your advice on creating monsters. I appreciate the advice. Oh, and now that I can get back on I'll definitely leave you some reviews too!

Elvenmagyk1978: The two reviews were awesome. I'm glad that the story is to your liking. Hopefully, this chapter gives you what you were looking for and more.

Kawaru85: Well, the psycho is no more (hopefully) and Michael is on his way to another danger for sure. Yes, Heather is the same one from the third game, inexplicably thrust back into the world of Silent Hill, but things aren't as they seem.