Okay, so it's been like two months since this thing started. Granted I didn't intend for the story to end so quickly, but it had a good run. So long as you people don't hate the ending(s), then I'm happy.
So, here's the final chapter. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: I don't own Silent Hill.
Final Chapter: The Truth
The noise from the grinder attached to the creature was almost unbearable. Steve was starting to get a headache. The noise caused him to just narrowly dodge the attack from his enemy. It was too distracting to fight the creature like this.
Steve grabbed for a gun on his belt. He didn't care which one came out so long as it was a way to hit the enemy. The sound of the pole dropping onto the ground was inaudible. Steve vision was blurry as he flicked the safety off the handgun. He raised the weapon in attempts to aim at his enemy.
He wasn't sure if he had pulled the trigger. The enemy made no sign of being hit, he couldn't hear the gunshot, and his sudden nausea made it difficult to feel anything along the lines of recoil. Steve rolled onto his knees and felt himself throw up. He barely had time to get back on his feet before he had to dodge another swipe from the monster.
Steve staggered forward a few steps before falling back to his knees. He couldn't walk with the noise. He felt the familiar sensation of being about to vomit again. Steve didn't care though. He knew there wasn't anything for him to throw up. The first time took care of that.
Steve continued crawling away from the creature. Just ahead of him he saw a stack of chairs. They were plastic seats supported by some type of metal. Steve grabbed one and threw it blindly behind him. He needed something, anything, to make the noise die down. In one of his blind tosses, the noise changed. Steve turned and focused his blurry vision on the monster behind him.
The sight of what was happening to the chair inside the gears made Steve more nauseas, if that was even possible. Then, for a brief and glorious few seconds, the noise quieted down to a dull drone. This happened when the metal feet of the chair were forced into the mechanism. The gears had slowed in an attempt to destroy the metal. Then a small spark came out of the machine before the chair was gone.
That was what he had to do. In order to break the gears he had to throw things like that chair into it. Looking around, Steve saw another stack of chairs ahead of him. Steve threw one at the monster. He missed by a large margin. After a few more tries, he realized how lucky he'd been when the first chair got lodged inside.
Steve inhaled deeply as he fought with himself to get closer to the creature. A closer shot would make sure a chair was in, but the thing could also attack. He decided that his hate of the noise outweighed the fear. Steve grabbed a chair and ran towards the monster. He thrust the chair in the grinder as soon as he was close enough and ran out of the way of the enemy's attack.
Once again, Steve felt relief as the noise dulled. Another spark blew out from the machine. This time is was fiercer. Another chair or two and the noise would stop entirely. Steve ran back to the stack of chairs as he threw the gun back in his belt. He took two this time, and when he got to the machine he forced both metal ends in at the same time.
The noise gave one final screech before stopping. Steve breathed a sigh of relief as the noise was replaced with a dull ringing. Steve grabbed the revolver and lifted the heavy weapon up towards the glistening mask. Steve fired and smiled at the definite reaction of pain from his target. The only downside was the amount of recoil. He hadn't been expecting it.
Steve decided to return the revolver and pulled out the handgun. He fired off a few rounds before he managed to hit the mask again. A crack was now evident. The creature seemed furious. It began winging its arm around wildly. Steve jumped back and fired a few more times.
The creature roared and raised its arm high above Steve. He tried to move back but only felt the wall stick to him as he pressed against it. Steve could only watch as the monster stood still, ready to strike. Then it fell. The mess seemed to fall apart at its invisible seems. A foul smelling mess covered Steve's shirt as he shielded his eyes.
The monster was dead. Steve was quiet for a little as the ringing slowly faded. He ejected the clip and reloaded the handgun before putting it away. Steve turned towards the door leading to the backroom and his escape from this hell hole. He pushed it open and stared the normal environment of a kitchen. Still holding the door open, Steve turned to face the clean cafeteria. Several long tables covered the linoleum floor and chairs were positioned neatly along the sides of them. No evidence of the monster having been there existed. He was back in the normal world.
Steve let the doors slam as he walked back to pick up the pole he had forgotten. It was still where he had dropped it. Steve picked it up and returned to the other room. It had the décor of a normal kitchen. Nothing out of the ordinary or disturbing was in front of him. Steve moved to the other door and opened it to return to the town. It looked like it was night out now.
Steve walked forward only a few feet before he saw a mansion in front of him. The mansion was so completely out of place that Steve almost laughed. Something deep inside him kept the laugh suppressed. That was the fact that he knew, somewhere deep inside, that this was the last stop on his journey through Silent Hill. He knew that this was the last thing between him and home, so Steve walked up to the oak doors without hesitation.
A large hall appeared before him. Directly in front of him was a dark statue covered in plastic that blew in the non-existent wind. A crystal chandelier hung a few yards above the second floor. Two doors were opposite each other on the first floor, and two were in the same places above them on the second floor. Steve walked through the first one on his left.
A small study met his eyes. Dull lamps cast an orange glow in the surprisingly small room. A wooden desk with a bookshelf next to it was placed in the corner. Atop the desk was a single slip of paper. Steve picked it up. It was a check. Steve's eyes darted over the paper in confusion.
Pay to the Order of: Diana MiRose
Memo: For watching our little angels.
Steve looked at the slip a few more times before returning it to the desk. The entire room suddenly felt familiar. It made him feel uneasy. It was like he had been in the room several times in his life. Steve turned towards the door he came in from and returned to the front hall.
Steve walked towards the other door on the first floor and opened it a little hesitantly. This room was covered in every possible area with newspaper. They looked bolted to the wall. When he looked at them, he saw they were all the same article.
FELLER'S TO GO DOWN FOR MURDER
THE PARENTS OF TWO CHILDREN WERE FOUND GUILTY FOR THE MURDER OF BOTH CHILDREN. THE BODY OF THEIR DAUGHTER WAS RECOVERED WHILE THEIR SON IS STILL MISSING.
The rest of the article was torn out. Steve read it twice before moving towards the next. He read several different copies of the same article. Why the hell did they all have his name on it? His last name was the title of every article. Steve ripped several sheets off and saw padded walls beneath it.
Steve moved over to the other walls and ripped the paper off. All of the walls were padded. He tore up some of the paper bolted to the floor and saw a straight-jacket. A name was stamped onto a tag fastened on with plastic.
Feller
Steve jumped up and ran through the door. This wasn't worth it. This whole place was insane and he'd only seen two rooms. Steve ran to the main door and whipped it open. He ran to the other side and came to the sudden stop when he saw his surroundings.
"What the hell…" Steve whispered. He was back in the main hall of the mansion. Steve turned back to the door he came through and opened it again. No matter how many times he walked through the door, he came back to the main hall. Steve had just walked through the door for yet another time when he heard a scream. It was Alice's voice.
Steve ran to the door that had the screams coming from it. Steve opened it to see a familiar bathroom. A small toilet was directly in front of him and a bathtub was to his left. Leaning over the bathtub was Mark, holding Alice under the water.
"Get the hell off of her!" Steve threw Mark across the room and went over to the tub. He helped Alice sit up in the tub before Mark threw Steve in the same manner as he just was thrown. Steve rubbed the pain away as he heard Alice crying for help.
"Help me, Steve!" Alice cried. She flailed in the water.
Then things seemed to transition themselves into black and white. Mark wasn't there anymore, but Alice was struggling to stay above the water. "Help me!" she cried again.
"I can't…" Steve said. Images flashed in front of Steve's eyes. A young girl smacking a little boy. Inaudible words escaping from her mouth as a parental figure stood in front of the boy. Nylon covered legs coming into the house. The parents leaving. Then the girl was bathing. In this bathroom. Then the door opened. The little boy glared.
Everything returned to color. Mark moved over to Alice, but Steve's hands were the ones that pushed her back into the water.
Steve crouched down into a squatting position. He stared at the tile and became vaguely aware that it had become carpet. Steve was back in the front hall. Steve stood up and looked at the nightmare version of the mansion.
Hanging from the ceiling was a woman whose blood spattered hair covered her face. Her wrists were slit and the veins from them were stretched out at an unnatural length. They wrapped around her throat and hung her to the ceiling despite the fact that they shouldn't have been strong enough. Blood still dripped from the rotting body.
In the left corner was a man whose facial features were stitched shut. His arms were stitched together behind his back and any other visible part of his mutilated body was covered with rotting sores.
Steve ignored both of these scenes and walked up the staircase in front of him. The chandelier was nothing but a burning flame and gave the room a hellish look and heat. Steve climbed the steps as he started to sweat. He reached the second floor and then started walking up the new second set of stairs. Steve pushed open the door at the top to see a rooftop.
Ahead of him was Mark. His back was facing Steve and he still held the shotgun in his hands. Mark slowly turned around and smiled at Steve.
"Hey there, Steve," Mark said. "Have a fun stroll around the mansion?"
"I understand it, Mark," Steve whispered.
"What?" Mark replied. He didn't look like he had expected to hear that.
"I get it," Steve replied. "And now I know…"
"If you get it…" Mark replied as his eyes rolled into the back of his head. "Then show me your resolve,"
Mark's back split open as two devilish wings protruded from it. His skin darkened and mutated as his body grew. The two gashes from his back moved up to the back of his neck as two conjoined heads forced their way out. Mark's original face stretched across the back between the two wings. Clawed hands and feet twisted and bent into unnatural positions as the new Mark hovered a few feet off the floor.
Mark immediately flew towards Steve. His wings folded back after pushing back a large gust of air. His speed was unreal. There was no way Steve could get out of the way in time. He felt his skin rip open as talons dug in. White hot pain surged through his arm. The warm blood flowed down his arm as Steve pressed his hand against the wound.
His hand was numb. Steve dropped the pipe and reached into his belt for the revolver. There were only two bullets left, but at they might at least slow Mark down. Flinching, Steve raised the gun with both hands. He aimed as Mark turn around for another attack. He pulled the trigger and watched his hands shoot up from the recoil. Mark didn't slow down.
He'd missed. He had missed one of the only shots he had left with his most powerful weapon. Steve tried another shot when Mark was only a few feet away. This shot hit. Mark slowed down and flew back to his starting point. After a short while he was soaring back towards Steve.
Steve had shot the thing right between the conjoined heads and all it did was make him turn around and come back. Steve turned around and ran. He felt air being pressed against him as Mark approached. Steve dropped to the ground and saw Mark as he flew over him. Then Steve saw it.
The shotgun Mark had been carrying was on the ground ahead of him. Steve saw Mark turn around and prepare to push off towards him again. Steve ran towards the gun. If he could just reach it before Mark reached him… Steve ran as fast as he could towards the weapon. As he closed the distance Steve realized how stupid this was. There was no guarantee the shotgun was even loaded. Hell, he didn't even know if he could use the thing.
Steve reached the weapon and grabbed it. He pulled it into a firing position and pumped it. An empty shell shot out. Steve pulled the trigger. He was flung backwards onto the floor. His balance was still a little messed up from the fight with the creature in the retirement home and him not bracing for the recoil didn't help. But on the bright side, he hit Mark. Hell, he'd blown his head off!
Mark continued soaring towards him. The wings were still folded back to keep him from resisting air. "What the f-!" Steve was cut off as he dove out of the way to dodge another assault from Mark's body. Steve stood up as Mark flew up into the air.
Steve aimed and fired again. He hit Mark again. This time on the chest. The chest split open to reveal a large red mass. Blood trickled out of the open wound. Mark suddenly thrust his clawed hands deep inside the wound. He ripped something out and threw it out onto the ground. He continued to do so until he found something. Mark slowly pulled it out with a strange noise until Steve could see it.
It was another head. It looked almost like the head of a young baby. The mouth opened with strands of flesh attaching the upper and lower lips. A low gurgle escaped its throat and rose to a high pitched squeal. When it was done, Mark soared back down to attack Steve again.
Steve aimed the shotgun and fired a few rounds. Not all of them hit, but they did their job. Mark slowed down. Steve ran around to the other side of the area and turned back to Mark. He pulled the trigger again only to hear the click of an empty chamber.
"Shit," Steve muttered. He cast it aside and pulled out the handgun as he ran. Mark was still pursuing him. He flicked the safety off and pulled the trigger when he felt like he had a good shot. He emptied a whole clip into the monster before realizing that nothing was happening.
Steve jumped out of the way as Mark took another swing. He thought he was okay but forgot about the back claws. He felt them sink deep into his leg. Too deep. He fell to the ground as the wound he'd gotten earlier became twice as serious. There was no way he could run on it.
Steve fumbles with bullets as Mark flew up above him. This was it. Mark intended to end it here. Steve reloaded the weapon and cocked it. He aimed up at Mark as he began to fly down. He squeezed the trigger twice. Once again Mark showed no signs of being hit. He fired three more times. Mark didn't even flinch. Steve fired again and this time hit the face on his chest.
A loud cry echoed throughout the area, but Mark kept coming down. Steve fired twice more at the face, hitting it once. Another loud cry. Mark was close now. Steve fired the last two shots at the face. Finally, Mark swerved off course. The headless torso landed on the ground with a sickening smacking sound.
Steve was quiet for a few minutes. Slowly he pushed himself up. He limped over the body and stared for a while. Mark was finally dead. It was over. He defeated Mark, and learned the truth.
Steve sat on the ground for a while. Slowly the walls of the rooftop faded. The floor was replaced with soft dirt and grass, and Steve was staring at the back of a retirement home.
Behind him was a small playground next to a road that connected to Nathan Ave. He didn't know how, but he'd somehow made it back to where he started. The calm water of the lake that stretched out of his eyesight stirred in the gentle breeze. The tracks from the rollercoaster at the amusement park were visible not too far away.
Ending 1: Atonement.
He hadn't deserved the kill Mark. Steve had killed intentionally. It didn't matter if he had just been a little kid or not. He'd killed Alice.
No. Not Alice. Alice wasn't her name. Her name didn't matter. What Steve did wasn't right. There wasn't any way he could deal with this now that he knew the truth. His sister was dead because of him.
Steve limped over to the edge of the lake. There was a drop off not too far out. He could make it if he jumped. With his leg and arm, there was no way of getting back out. Steve turned towards the city that had made him learn everything.
Alec was right. This town, this forsaken town, was hell. He was right on a second note too. They would meet again in this town. Smiling as he felt himself shed a tear, Steve pushed himself off the cliff and plunged into the icy cold depths of the lake.
Ending 2: Guidance
Steve started walking towards the path that led to Nathan Ave. He heard a squeaking sound and looked to his left. Alice was sitting on a swing, smiling. As they stared at each other, she slowly came to a stop.
"You know everything?" she asked.
"Yeah," said Steve. Alice walked toward him. She extended a hand.
"Can we go?" she asked.
"…yeah," Steve took her hand. Slowly, they walked forward into the swarming mist of Silent Hill. Although Steve was older, Alice seemed to be leading him by the hand.
Slowly the mist wrapped around them as they disappeared into it.
Ending 3: Revelation
Steve stood up and walked towards the path leading towards Nathan Ave. As he walked towards the playground, he heard a sound like rust sliding against rust. He looked to his left and saw Alice sitting on one of the three swings. Her legs moved up and down to keep her at the slow pace she was going.
Steve stopped to stare at the girl. Slowly, Alice came to a stop. They both sat in silence for a few minutes. Alice smiled. "Where're you going?" she asked. Steve was quiet for a little while.
"Home," he said finally. Alice just kept smiling.
"You are home," she replied.
"No I'm not," Steve sounded cold. Alice's facial features became unreadable.
"Yes you are," she said. Steve started walking again. "You can't leave!" Steve stopped with his back still to Alice. "I know you know the truth! I know it! How can you leave me after what you did!"
"Easy," Steve started walking again.
"Stop!" Alice sounded hysterical. She was throwing a fit just like her age. "You can't leave me! I didn't leave you! Even after what you did, I waited for you here, in our home!"
"My home isn't in Silent Hill, Alice," Steve turned to stared at her. "I live in a house far away from here. Granted, I don't regret coming here. Even though I went through hell just to uncover some…forgotten memory, I still don't regret it. Now I understand everything, and now I can move on in my life," He stared into Alice's eyes as they glistened with an emotionless stare. "You are dead. Goodbye, Alice,"
"You can't leave!" Alice shouted. "You can't!" Steve didn't stop this time when he talked.
"Watch me,"
Alice did actually watch as Steve walked out of her vision. The wind blew gently. Her cloths ruffled with the breeze and her hair blew with it. Slowly she faded. Nothing was left of Alice except a small ribbon that blew in the breeze.
It tumbled in the wind with nothing to support it before finally being caught on a tree. A small white tag had a name stitched in it under the title of a tag.
PROPERTY OF:
Ally Feller
(Still part of ending three)
Steve took the spare key out from under a rock from the front of his house. He had limped to his car on the outskirts of town and took an old shirt out from behind the passenger's seat. He'd ripped pieced off and tied them over his injuries.
After that, he'd walked about ten miles away from the town before finally finding the main road. Most cars ignored him for multiple reasons, but a jeep stopped to let him in. From that point on, it was car lift to car lift before he finally got to his house.
Steve sat down at the table in his kitchen. The phone he'd left off the charger was definitely dead by now. Steve picked it up and dropped it on the base on his way to his living room. He picked up the second phone and punched in a string of numbers.
"Police department, how may I help you?" asked a feminine voice.
"This is Steve Feller. Could I speak to Sergeant Wilson?" asked Steve.
"He's not in right now," responded the voice. "But I don't think that he's found any leads on your family,"
"No, that's not it Janet," Steve responded. "Actually, could you tell him to cancel the case?" The voice sounded surprised.
"Why? Did something come up?" asked Janet.
"No," responded Steve. "That's not it. Just tell him that for me, okay?"
"Sure…" Janet sounded confused, but he heard pen scratching over the phone. Steve thought for a minute.
"Hey, Janet?" asked Steve.
"Yeah?" she replied.
"Did you…maybe…" Steve awkwardly positioned his words. "Want to go out some time?"
There was a response, and Steve replied. He wasn't going to live his life alone anymore. He wasn't going to slave over what had happened either. In a way, he was silently thanking Ally for giving him that phone call. Everything was going to change.
All of it was because of the town where people reunite. The place that Steve had hear so much about. It was because Steve had decided to meet his fate and his past in that town. In Silent Hill.
Okay, it's over. With three endings there should be at least one you like. Okay, so let me know what you thought of the story. And if you don't get everything, it's because I made things extremely confusing. None of my friends got it when they first read it.
If you feel like it, you can go back and a lot of the dialogue led up to the end. That's really if you understand the ending. Actually, I think Alec was the only character not connected to Steve's past in some way.
To reviewes!
Marina's Myst: Wow. I'm surprised you figured out the ending early. None of my friends got it, so i want to congradulate you. Then again, other people might hae gottten it early too, so congrats to you people to.
ShockTreatment: Thanks for reviewing all the chapters, and for reading the story. Hope you liked the end.
Whatever. It's done. Please review with what you thought, and I'll see you again if I think of another Silent Hill story. Alright, please review, and thanks for reading.