"Hey don't shoot"
Said the mysterious figure in the dark. Chris could make out by the voice that it was just another man. He had a low voice that just seemed calming. He stood at about 6"4, he had very masculine features. He appeared to not of shaven in a few weeks, he had messy short brown hair and dark eyes. His hair appeared like it had just been wet not long ago with curls in spots from humidity, he had either taken a shower, or had been sweating an awful lot. The strange man appeared aggravated. Then he spoke.
"Could you get that fucking light out my face already?"
"Sorry..."
He walked past Chris and walked over to the table with the moldy pizza. He took one whiff of it and threw the pizza box off the table. He sat down in the chair and sighed, he appeared tired barely keeping his eyes open. Chris walked over to the table and sat in a chair across the table from him.
"So what's your name?" Said the mysterious man.
"Chris, Chris Jackson."
"You can call me Jack. So tell me Chris are you a prison escapee?"
Chris just realized he was still in his prison uniform. He looked down and noticed the bright orange color. He couldn't believe he had forgotten, and began to wonder if that's why Tommy acted so strange towards him.
"Yeah actually, but I was framed."
Jack laughed; he sat back in his chair and sighed. Then he laughed a little more. But suddenly after his little spell of laughter he seemed like another person and looked at Chris with a serious look.
"They all say that, you wouldn't be in Silent Hill if you were innocent."
"You're right, they do all say that, but I know I'm innocent and could care less of what you think."
"True"
"But what do you mean, I wouldn't be in Silent Hill if I was innocent."
"This town calls to people who have something their trying to escape from"
"Well that's what I'm doing, I'm here to escape the police"
Jack laughed but Chris felt strange about his laughter, it felt fake. But Jack spoke up again.
"I don't mean physically trying to escape something."
"Then what do you mean?"
"What I mean is, there's something you did that you're trying to forget, something you're hiding in the back of your mind. No one just shows up in Silent Hill because they want to, it pulls you in. You did something fucked up, and well to be honest, I don't want anything to do with it."
Jack got up from his chair. Chris noticed Jack was wearing a brown trench coat and had ripped up jeans. Under his trench coat was a black dress shirt with a tie undone. The kind of clothes if not torn and undone you'd wear to go clubbing in. But one thing that really stuck him was the gun in Jacks inside pocket. Chris decided to speak up.
"Well if what you say is true then you must of done something wrong too."
"You're right, I have done something wrong, but the difference between us is, the past I'm trying to escape has followed me into this town."
Jack then smiled and walked out the side exit behind them. Chris sat there confused at everything Jack had just said.
"Do I have a past I'm running from? What did he mean his past is in this town?"
Chris was more afraid of Jack then he was his own
past. Jack appeared "broken" and tired. He was even
conscious that he did something wrong, and had even
came to this god awful town. Chris decided not worry
about it, and that his next step was to find some
clothes so people would stop giving him weird looks,
not to mention no one trusts the word of a criminal.
He walked out the side exit Jack used, and headed down
the street. The fog still wasn't lifting and the
humidity was dreadfully gross. He felt sticky, the
night's darkness and chill in the air wasn't helping
him feel more comfortable. He found a building down the
street called "Debbie's Designer Clothes" he got the
feeling most of the clothes would be for women or
girlish. He grabbed the doors handle, it was loose. He
pulled on it and the door opened. He hoped all the
doors in Silent Hill would be unlocked. He took a step
in and hit the light switch. Only a few lights still
worked, and they flickered with signs of death. He
took a look around the store, and just as he
predicted, mostly girl stuff with a few guy sections.
But the clothes in this section felt too "extravagant"
to wear in this dump of a town. He picked out a blue
dress shirt, and some black dress pants. He then
decided he'd grab a tie with it and took them to the
dressing room to look in a mirror. He opened the
dressing room door and found blood everywhere. There
was a body on the walls coat hanger. It almost
appeared to be attached to the wall. The body appeared
to be a young man, but his eyes were missing, and he
had no mouth. The man had no clothes, he didn't have
anything to really call it human, just a mess of red
skin. Chris felt sick, he looked at the mirror and saw
a message written in blood on it.
"I AM gOiN 2 KiLL U"
It was followed by hand prints, Chris looked at the corpse on the coat hanger and saw it didn't have hands. He was deeply disturbed by this. He ran out of the dressing room and decided the quicker he got out the better. He tore off his prisoner uniform and quickly put his new dress clothes on. He started to tie the tie. But became frustrated and threw it into his pocket and ran out. He stood outside starting at the building catching his breath and balancing his adrenaline. He heard the sound of breaking glass inside followed by a maniacal laugh. His adrenaline shot up again, and he ran for it down some stairs in a side alley way. He sat on the stairs and waited for this mysterious person to exit the store. Chris realized this was probably a stupid idea and he should be running, but he had to see who it was. Then suddenly he heard the door slam open, the man must of opened it hard because it hit the window next to it and shattered. He heard the man breathing heavily, then the man yelled...
"JACK, oh JACK! Come out come out where ever you are! It's time to PLAY!"
This mysterious person had a scratchy voice that sounded like it was constantly having voice cracks. It was terrifying to hear. Then the man suddenly took off running past the side alley way and gave Chris a glimpse of who he was. He appeared to be around 6 foot, and had a shaved head. He was wearing a strait jacket that was untied, and was covered in blood. Chris began to think again...
"Could this be the past that's chasing Jack? Is this guy the one who's killing all these people? Who is this.."
Before Chris could finish his thought he heard something horrible behind him. It was the sound of someone breathing real fast, then he heard that terrifying laugh again. This strange man was now behind him and Chris's legs became frozen stiff. The mans breathing halted and he sounded like he was about to say something.
"Looks like I've found someone new to play with."
