Disclaimer: I do not own Silent Hill, but owning the games makes up for it!


I quickly inserted the dirty gold key that was left dangling on the rusted keychain into the lock of the door and turned the key.

It couldn't be true, it couldn't be true!

Flinging the metal cell door open, I rushed into the cell room, which looked exactly like mine minus the red liquid, and I saw what I thought I had seen. It was another woman in the cell, but it was not my precious lady. Who did this woman think she was, trying to tease me by staying in the cell of my beloved music box? Or…did this woman hurt her?

"Who are you and where is she?" I couldn't control my anger at this mysterious woman who decided to try to take my beauty's place. The woman turned around to face me. She had black leather pants that shined from being unbelievably clean. Her torso was covered by a dark red tube top and she wore a blue vest that covered her arms more than her body. The vest looked torn a bit and she had a flashlight protruding from her jacket pocket. Her light black hair ran down to her shoulders and her clear eyes were a light shade of green. And even in a situation like this, she still had on pink lipstick. What was slightly disturbing about her, however, were the scars and bruises that ran through her chest and stomach. This was only disturbing because it did not match her smooth, white skin.

"Isn't that a bit rude, to simply barge in on someone and start demanding questions? You should have knocked, I could have been doing anything in here."

Her voice displayed a sharp wit, with a hint of sarcasm. Speech from her seemed like her voice was light, but deep. In her right hand she was holding a nail gun, most likely so she could defend herself from creatures. I knew I needed to speak up if I were to get answers from her. "I am Ian Link."

"Mmmm, nice name. I'm Brynn Burdick, nice to meet you," returned Brynn as she stuck her hand out. I was not in the mood for shaking hands. "Thank you for freeing me. I was just touring this gorgeous city when I got shut in this cell. Haha, my fault really. I was taking pictures of this prison when I started looking in the cells and the door closed on me. I'm kind of a klutz."

Iwasn't really interested in her story. I let her know by demanding the location of my love. "But there was no woman in this cell when I got here. Why would anyone be locked in this ancient prison by now, anyway. It's nothing more than a wonderful tourist attraction." She had to be lying! I decided to probe deeper.

"If this place is nothing more than a tourist attraction, then why carry a nail gun with you?" She said that she had her reasons, but that it was not intended to nail up any boards. I was beginning to lose my patience. "Then why? I'm sorry, but I am angry right now! I came in her expecting to be greeted by the lady that I love, but instead I get a woman who pretends that this hellhole is paradise!"

I admit that I lost my temper, and it was immature. I was afraid I had scared her, but that was not the case. But something unexpected happened. Brynn's cheeks turned red. But she was smiling, so she was not embarrassed. She back away from me. "Um, can you excuse me please?" I knew I should have said yes, but I was not fully calmed down yet so before I knew what I was doing, I screamed 'no'. "Fine, you want to watch then? What a perv," she replied with a sly grin.

Before I could comprehend her words, she lowered the nail gun with the nail pointing to her belly button. "What are you doing?" I yelled out, but my concern fell on deaf ears as she shot the nail into her stomach before I could look away. The nail penetrated into her stomach as blood pierced out of her like water being streamed from a hose.

Brynn doubled back and screamed. The scream wasn't of a painful shriek though, as it was instead immediately followed by a long moan. She put her hand over the entry wound as she screamed and cooed several times and when she finally got done, she looked at me with flushed cheeks and lilting eyelids. Even more, after the nail entered her, it was apparent that her nipples had become erect. Her body shivered one last time as she hurried to collect a medical kit that she kept in a now blood-stained pocket of her leather pants.

Her breathing was hard and as I conversed with her, she was simultaneously bandaging herself. "What was that for?"

"You're the one…that wanted to watch," she replied, which I followed by telling her that this is not a joke. "What do you mean? How can I…not enjoy this? It is the most sensual way to express yourself. Am I not supposed to enjoy the erotic feeling of the blood being ejaculated from my flesh? Or…are you one of those people who think sensual things are evil?"

My mind could not comprehend what my eyes were seeing. Was this woman for real? "No, it's not that. It's just that…what you're doing is not right." This elicited an angry glare from her. Her tone as she spoke shifted from a mischievous one to a heated, irritated one.

"So you are also going to call me a freak," exclaimed Brynn. I couldn't understand her. Here she stood, her right hand grasping the bandage that covered her stomach, left hand equipped with a nail gun and she did not think it was abnormal. She must have noticed my baffled stare because she chose to speak up. "Why are people so close-minded? They all think anyone different from then are wrong! Maybe she was right…"

Brynn seemed to stare into space, her mind obviously occupied by thought. Then she hung her head down in defeat and headed for the open cell door behind me. As she reached for the handle, I grabbed her wrist. That smell. I could smell perfume on her. "What?" Her voice had taken a sharp tone.

"Can you keep an eye out for her? Just in case? She has long brown hair and her skin is light, but covered in scratches and bruises." This just seemed to anger her as she scrunched her face up at me.

"Covered by wounds, huh? How is she different than me?" With that, she exited the cell, closing the door mostly behind her. I hated it because as the door closed, it made a horrible squeaking sound. Its hinges must be off a bit.

I looked around and noticed a dirty metallic table rested against the left drab wall. Upon the table rested an old pair of hedge clippers. The hedge clippers had soft plastic handles that were probably once black, but now are covered in red dust. The edge of the clippers was orange with rust, too. I picked up the hedge clippers, and tested them out to see if they could still spread out wide enough to cut and I was satisfied to see that they would. With this and its slightly heavy weight, it would make an excellent weapon against whatever creatures I would encounter in this requiem of nightmares.

With hedge clippers in hand, I turned to face the exit. But where the cell door, which should have been slightly ajar, should have been was instead replaced by another solid grey wall. I was stuck in the room! I couldn't help to be worried, as this made no sense. The surreal situation overwhelmed me and I was soon stressed. I started running to all four walls, pounding for help but of course no one came.

Then, from the dirty toilet and the peep hole from where the guards would check on the prisoners, lines of red seeped through and stuck on the walls. Soon, the strings of red were converging into the entire room. Then the sirens started. The sirens were so loud that it felt like they were sounding off right beside my very ears. I covered my ears to block out the sound, but instead it sounded louder. The reverberation of the sirens was making my head hurt, so I closed my eyes, and before I know it, I collapsed.

In the darkness, I could hear a male voice.

"I'm sorry, but we cannot release Mr. Link. He still exhibits cannibalistic behavior. After all, he is here because he was arrested for…eating a police officer from Brahms. I am sorry, but we cannot release him just yet."

Oh no. I couldn't be going there. Anywhere but there…

Chapter 2


There ya go, 2nd chapter up! The 'first' chapter that appeared was a prologue. Sorry if this is kinda short, hopefully the next chapter will be longer. I changed this to 'M' because I didn't think would allow a woman who gets sexually aroused by hurting herself on 'T' rating. See you next time! Oh, and sorry if I misspelled Brahms.