Harry hesitantly looked around, his flashlight running along the ugly, rust covered walls and ceiling. He turned to the cars, which had looked fine just a bit ago, to find that they were now in as bad a shape as the room. They didn't even have tires, resting on the ground, paintless and covered in rust, with their windows smashed and seats ripped.

"What is going on with this damn town…?" Harry grumbled, trying to make sense of his new surroundings. He took a deep breath, trying to ignore the odd, unpleasant smell that now lingered, raised his pistol, and made his way through the door into the rest of the station.

His hopes that whatever had happened had only affected the room he was in were dashed as the hallway he found himself in looked just as bad. He swept his gun around carefully, but thankfully the radio remained silent and he didn't see anything. He quickly picked a direction and carefully made his way, wary of any new surprises. He was incredibly uneasy. It didn't help that the perpetual rust made everything look like it was covered in blood in his light.

He reached a gate at the end of the hallway, behind which stairs leading up to the rest of the station rose. Harry tried to open the rusted gates, but they were locked shut. He pushed and pulled fruitlessly, trying to get them open, before growling. Looked like he'd have to either find the key for the gate or brave the outside of the station again. And who knew what condition the rest of the town was in, considering what the station looked like now.

Harry set off down the other side of the hallway, looking for anywhere the key might be. He'd check the rest of the floor first before heading back to the garage to look around. Before long he reached another door with a plaque above it stating 'Holding Cells'. What worried him, however, was that the radio was beginning to crackle with static again. He readied his gun and opened the door.

On the other side was a dark hallway with cells lining either side. What caught his attention immediately, however, was the fact that a figure was walking towards him from the darkness. As it made its way into the light of Harry's flashlight he saw it was another humanoid, like the first creature he saw in town. Already knowing what it could do and not wanting it to get too close, he raised his pistol and fired.

His first shot missed completely, hitting the bars of a cell, causing sparks. It also made his arms fly up, unused to the recoil. This allowed the creature to get close, and Harry's eyes widened when he saw it rear back. He quickly rushed to the side and around it to the other side of the hallway, getting behind it even as its dark, noxious liquid sprayed out, covering the floor. Since he was now safely behind the thing he raised the weapon to try again. The next two shots missed as well, though they were closer. The fourth finally slammed into the thing's shoulder, making it stagger as it continued turning itself around. It slowly made its way towards Harry again as he kept firing, now hitting its center mass more consistently. Finally, after the fifth shot that hit it the monster dropped to the ground, apparently dead, with a pool of dark blood spreading underneath it.

Harry sighed and relaxed as the radio once again quieted down. His hands were shaking slightly from the adrenaline. It was the first time he'd stood and fought one of the monsters of Silent Hill on his own. Now that he was no longer in danger he looked around, into the cells… and recoiled in horror.

There were bodies in the cells, obviously quite dead. They were all covered in gaping wounds, some with their entrails hanging out and falling to the ground, and all with their eyes gauged out. They were in all sorts of positions, many hanging from chains on the ceiling or otherwise posed.

Harry turned towards the wall and promptly emptied his stomach, unprepared for the sudden, gruesome sight. Absently he wondered who they could be. Hadn't Cybil said that whatever happened here occurred twenty years ago? He wiped his mouth and stepped toward the nearest body, checking on something he'd noticed on first glance, trying to keep from vomiting again. He blinked as he realized what he was looking at. Keys. There were keys in the wounds. He stepped back, confused, before his eyes widened in realization. Could one of these keys be for the gate out of the basement?

"What the fuck…?" He whispered, confused and still more than a little horrified. He looked in the other cells to find the same thing. Every body had at least one key. He bit his lip, wondering what to do. Then, with a feeling of intense disgust, he pulled a key from a woman's eye socket with a squelching sound which made him gag. He cleaned it as best he could before heading back to the gate, hurrying to get away from the cell block. He hopefully forced the key into the lock… only for his face to fall when it wouldn't turn. He jiggled the key in the lock, desperately trying to get it to work, but finally thumped his head against the bars in defeat. He pulled the key out and dropped it on the ground, trudging back to the jail.

It took many more times of reaching into the cold, slimy wounds of the various corpses, feeling cold, rubbery organs, before he finally found the key that opened the gate. He laughed softly in relief as it opened with a screeching sound of rusty metal, before it died in his throat as the radio started to crackle again. He'd barely started lifting his weapon when something pounced down the stairs, landing on him and sending him to the ground before rolling off of him due to momentum.

Harry scrabbled desperately. His gun had flown out of his hand and he didn't know where it was. He looked up to see that the thing attacking him was another of those horrible doglike things. He got on his knees and managed to draw his machete from the sheath at his side just as the dog lunged at him. He managed to throw himself to the side while desperately swinging the blade, hitting the dog with the flat of it and knocking it away enough that he was only grazed. Ignoring the pain in his side he frantically forced himself up and turned to the monster. It got closer to him, growling, but he swung the machete again, forcing it back. He wondered if he had enough time to draw the rifle from his back, but was forced to jump to the side again as the beast lunged once more. Before it could turn around he swung his machete down, cutting into its hindquarters and making it let out that weird double yelp again. He continued slashing at the thing, trying to kill it. Finally, he caught it in the back of the neck, forcing the blade in deep, and it dropped, dead.

Harry leaned against the wall, panting for breath. This place was taking its toll on him. He could feel himself shaking, and the fact that he hadn't had anything to eat or drink for a while now meant he wasn't in the best shape, especially with how much energy he was expending. He hysterically wondered if there were any donuts laying around in this police station. He shook his head, getting a hold of himself. All the more reason to find a way out of this damned town.

He found his gun, holstering it, and pulled his blade out of the dog, wiping it down before putting it away. He unslung the rifle off his back so he had it in his hands. Then he took a deep breath and raised his weapon before making his way up the stairs.

Thankfully the radio remained silent as he reached the ground level. He glanced around, trying to figure out where to go. It would be best to get to the main entrance and from there look for Cybil. The sooner they were reunited, the better.

Choosing a direction down the hall he made his way, rifle ready to use at any moment. The only noise was the sound of his footsteps on the dilapidated floor. He ended up in front of a door to the armory. Deciding there was no harm in seeing if there was anything they could use, or if Cybil had been in there, he opened the door, rifle at the ready.

Thankfully there was nothing inside. Unfortunately, there was nothing inside. The walls, which held racks for the various weapons, were empty. Only a couple of boxes of ammo were strewn about the room, and Harry quickly swept them up, putting them in his bag, in case they were needed. He stiffened when the radio suddenly began to crackle insistently and whirled around towards the entrance to the room, raising his rifle, only to recoil at the new monster in front of him.

At first he thought, somewhat hysterically, that it was on stilts. Then he realized that it was balancing itself on long blades that either grew from or were jammed into the amputated stumps of its legs. Its arms were the same, amputated with blades jammed into the ends. Its body was lanky, appearing more so due to the blades making its limbs look thinner and longer. Oddly enough, its head was separate from its body. Instead of being attached to a neck, it was held above its shoulders by an odd, metallic contraption.

The thing let out a screech and moved toward Harry on its leg blades, oddly graceful. Its arms were raised, ready to slash at him. Harry quickly aimed his rifle with a cry and fired.

If he had trouble with the recoil of the pistol, this was many times worse. He almost dropped to the floor from it, unprepared, especially as he had been more focused on shooting the abomination in front of him than getting into a stable stance. He scrambled back, trying to get away from the thing's swinging arm blades. He managed to get his rifle back into position and, bracing himself, fired again. This time he managed to hit the thing center mass, driving it back.

Surprisingly, it didn't drop, and Harry frantically fired again, hitting it in the arm and ripping the apparently frail limb off. This understandably angered the monster, and it shrieked with rage, jumping at him. Harry yelped and jumped to the side. Its remaining bladed arm lashed out, catching Harry in the arm. Thankfully it wasn't very deep, but it hurt like hell and he yelled in pain and fear.

Suddenly, the blasts of another rifle rang out just as the monster was about to pounce again, catching it in the side. It screeched, staggering, and promptly got hit by another shot. That seemed to do it and it dropped, dead.

Harry turned toward the doorway to find Cybil standing there, still aiming at the creature, breathing heavily. He had never been so happy to see anybody in his life. His knees went weak and he dropped to the dirty ground, dropping his rifle and bringing a hand to the cut in his arm. Cybil, satisfied the thing was dead, stepped into the room, closing the door behind her, and rushed to Harry's side.

"Harry? You alright, kid?" The blonde knelt beside him and gently pulled his hand away from his wound to take a look at it. She sighed softly in relief. "Alright, doesn't look too bad…"

Harry got a grip on himself. "Yeah, I'm fine. Had worse. It's just the adrenaline, that's all. I promise, I'm usually not this flaky."

Cybil chuckled. "I don't doubt that, Harry. You've been very put together considering all the weird shit that's been going on. Most people would have had some sort of breakdown by now. God knows I want to…" She looked around, studiously ignoring the body on the ground. "We still need to bandage this with something…"

Harry quickly grabbed one of the overly large sleeves on his shirt and started ripping it off. "We can use this. It's not like I'm attached to it. It's just a hand me down."

Cybil frowned but nodded. "Yeah, alright. Still, don't do that too often. It's still something to protect you from the chill. Last thing we need is you getting sick." She took the cloth and quickly and easily fashioned it into a bandage. "So how'd you get in?"

"Garage. Managed to keep ahead from the monsters enough to get in." He went quiet for a moment. He didn't want to mention what he saw in the jail. "I looked at the cars. They seemed like they were in decent condition. At least, they were before everything…" He waved his free arm at surroundings. "…changed like this. Now they're wrecks."

"Yeah, that was weird. Did you hear that siren when it all shifted too?" At Harry's nod she continued. "There's definitely something messed up going on. We need to get out and tell somebody. You said the Justice League, and I agree. They can probably deal with whatever this is."

"Hopefully. They might have trouble with their powers though." Harry commented.

Cybil looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "How would you know?"

Harry hesitated, but decided that there was no point in hiding it from her. He needed her in order to get out, after all. "I'm not exactly normal, myself. I can use magic. Well, usually…"

Cybil was staring at him. "You can do magic? And what do you mean, usually?"

"Well, when I tried when I first got here, something stopped me from doing it. Though, it might be because of how I arrived here, so maybe I should try again…" He stood up and pulled his want out of his pocket, grateful it was alright. Things like these made him wish he had gotten one of those wand holsters he'd heard about. He raised it and braced himself. "Lum-AAGH!"

Once again, a wave of agonizing pain slammed into harry, sending him to the ground, shaking. He had been prepared this time, so he didn't scream, his jaws clenched tightly as he shook on the floor. He vaguely made out the sound of Cybil calling his name and dropping to her knees beside him. Finally it stopped and he was once more left, panting, on the ground, Cybil somewhat frantically trying to make sure he was alright. He pushed himself up with shaky arms. "Yeah, most likely the town then…" He groaned out.

"Harry, what the hell!? Did you know that was going to happen!? Don't do that again!" Cybil all but shouted.

"Trust me, I have no intention of doing that again…" Harry muttered as he got back to his feet. He swayed slightly before shaking his head, getting a hold of himself.

Cybil reached out to steady him. "Alright, I believe you on the magic front. So, you think whatever is stopping you from using it would interfere in the powers of others?" At his nod she bit her lip. "Well, even if that's true, they're the best equipped to deal with this. So as long as we inform them of that fact, it should be fine." Once she was sure he wasn't going to collapse she picked up her rifle. "Now then, any clue what we should do? I'm open to suggestions."

Harry pulled his map of Silent Hill out of his bag and looked it over. "Any other ways out of town we could try?"

Cybil leaned in, looking at the map in the light from their flashlights. "Well, that road north is a no go. It leads to Shepherd's Glen, which is also covered in fog and most likely full of monsters too. And the bridge is out, of course. If it weren't blocked I'd say the tunnel, but knowing our luck it would collapse on us…"

"Well, there is the way I got here… There's a path behind the cemetery that leads around the tunnel. I was originally on the other side of it. We could go back that way, see if we can get out." Harry said in thought.

Cybil traced the path to the cemetery with a finger. "It's a bit far. How'd you get to where we met from there without running into anything?"

Harry shrugged. "I did run into something, but I ran. It's why I had that pipe when we met. Still, if we hurry we should be able to make it. We've just got to stick together."

His companion sighed, but nodded. "Alright, seems like our best bet. We should head for the main entrance then. Follow me." She hefted her rifle and made her way to the door, Harry quickly following behind her.

They slowly made their way along the hallway, listening intently for the slightest crackle from the radio. Thankfully nothing appeared as they made their way towards the main entrance, though everything looked as ruined as the rest of the station. They were sure they were home free when the radio began to crackle again at the door Cybil said led to their destination. They both tensed, looked at each other, and prepared their weapons. Cybil then slowly and carefully opened the door.

To their left was the main desk and the stairs leading upwards to various offices. On their right was their goal. Unfortunately, there was something between them and that goal. A very large something facing away from them.

It was twice the size of a regular man despite being hunched over like some sort of animal. It was hairless, with grey, ugly skin. Its right arm ended in large, lethal looking claws, while the left was replaced by a long blade, like the monster they'd faced in the armory. It, oddly enough, wore orange pants like those worn by prisoners covering legs like those of a horse or dog. It was breathing heavily, great body heaving, and Harry didn't know why it wasn't reacting to the noise of the radio, but he most surely wasn't complaining.

Harry nudged the frozen Cybil and motioned back the way they came, and she nodded in agreement. She was slowly closing the door when they were interrupted by a screech behind them. They whirled around to see another of the blade creatures rushing towards them, ready to cut them to pieces. They only had a split second to react, and Harry did so by slamming the door open and rushing through it, Cybil following behind more slowly, firing at the rushing monster in order to slow it down.

Harry looked around at the other thing they had been trying to avoid when he heard it roar. It had an ugly, misshapen face, with its lips peeled back tight against its face, exposing its teeth. It was glaring at Cybil, who was still backing away from the doorway, firing at the monster there. She'd be completely blindsided if the big one charged.

Without a thought Harry raised his rifle and fired at it before it could, hitting it in the side. "Oy, ugly, why don't you mess with someone smaller than you!?" He fired again, this time hitting it in the arm. The monster howled again and turned towards him. Harry quickly turned and sprinted up the stairs, feeling more than hearing its footsteps behind him.

"Harry!" Cybil yelled, thinking she'd finally killed the thing facing her by sending its head flying in a gory mess and turning to help, only to barely dodge a swing from the still attacking creature, though now it was mercifully silent. "Would you just die, you bastard!?" She snarled angrily.

Harry panted as he ran along the top floor, dodging dilapidated desks and chairs as he frantically tried to keep from being skewered by the huge thing after him, which was simply smashing the obstacles aside. He turned and quickly fired a shot at it, hitting it in the shoulder and making it howl. This was a mistake, however, as it let the thing get closer, and it swung its blade at him. Harry instinctively raised his rifle to block, and the blade easily sliced through it, leaving it useless.

"SHIT!" He cried, and threw the now worthless rifle halves at the it impotently. He stumbled over a waist high wall of crumbling wood to continue running, frantically trying to think of something he could do. Behind him, the thing roared again. He vaguely heard Cybil rushing up the stairs, but knew that she likely wouldn't have much more luck than he did.

Indeed, she reached the top of the stairs, panting, and quickly fired at the monster, dragging its attention towards her. It turned to rush her, and she tried to fire again, only for nothing to happen. The rifle was empty and needed to be reloaded. Not that she had time to do so. Cybil looked down at her rifle in betrayal before dropping it and drawing her revolver. They both knew, however, that it wouldn't do much compared to the firepower of the rifle.

As the monster made its way towards Cybil, Harry finally decided to do something desperate. He pulled out his wand in a flash and aimed it at the creatures back. Cybil's eyes widened, and she was about to yell for him to stop when he shouted "Incendio!"

The pain was agonizing, sending him to his knees, but he powered through it. This was life or death. He focused every bit of his power and intent on what he was doing, willing this to work. The pain continued as a consequence, but the spell was successful.

The monster shrieked as it was set ablaze, flailing madly as its entire body lit up. It slammed against the furniture and walls, desperately trying to get it to stop. It dropped, rolling around, but it was useless, Harry was maintaining the spell, making damn sure it burned to a crisp. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, especially to Harry, it stopped moving and fell silent, burning even without Harry's help even as a truly foul smell filled the room.

Seeing that it was finally dead Harry lifted the spell and promptly dropped, twitching weakly in the aftermath of the intense pain he'd endured. He groaned as his wand dropped from nerveless fingers, feeling like he desperately wanted to sleep. He feebly looked up as Cybil dropped to her knees beside him for the second time in an hour.

"Harry? Harry, can you hear me? Are you alright? Harry!?" She was practically shouting by the end, making Harry groan.

"M'fine…" He groaned. He weakly tried to push himself up, but his arms wouldn't support his weight, and he dropped.

"You are definitely not 'fine' Harry. Rest. I think we should be safe enough for now…" She trailed off as they both heard it. The siren that had announced the change in their surroundings before rang again. And just like before, things changed. This time, however, everything was changing back to the intact yet uncared for state it was in before. It was like watching time rewind itself; rust receded, plaster appeared from nowhere to cover the walls and ceiling, the furniture went from rotted kindling to being in relatively good shape.

For Harry, however, it was too much. The headache that accompanied the change was the last straw, and his already fatigued mind shut down, sending him into unconsciousness.

That's it for this chapter. Hope you enjoyed. I know it wasn't strictly Silent Hillish, but I'm not really good at obtuse puzzles.

I'll admit myself disappointed. I posted chapter two almost a week ago, and didn't get a single review for it. I know it wasn't my best work, but I expected at least one, even if it was to tell me it sucked. Hopefully I'll get something for this one. I'm not joking about reviews making me want to work. You almost didn't get a chapter this week because I had trouble finding motivation after the apparently poor reception chapter two got.

Anyway, enough about that. I don't plan for the Silent Hill arc to be long. Probably about four more chapters, one for each location I plan on including. Honestly, I've found it a lot tougher than I originally envisioned. I have several key scenes planned that I think are great and are really important to the future of this fic. It's the stuff that's between them that's giving me trouble. As stated, I'm not good at coming up with puzzles. Which I know is an issue, as this is Silent Hill, and people expect odd, obtuse puzzles. Sorry, guess you'll have to deal with something a bit more action oriented. Hope that's not too big a problem.

Speaking of, I added a couple of monsters from another horror game to add to the roster Harry faces. I'm sure you can figure out which they are. I'm curious if anybody knows what game they're from, as I don't think it's very well known. It's from the PS2 era, and I enjoyed it immensely.

The events in Silent Hill, as I've said, are going to have a huge impact on this story, despite being short. This is where Harry grows the most, though he will still have growth going forward.

Don't know when I'll post another chapter of this. I'm halfway done with the 5th LN of DxD, so I'll be ready to write the next chapter of Dragon soon. I've also got some other story ideas rattling in my head. One's a Jaune-centric RWBY idea. Another is a simple semi-novelization of Chrono Trigger, which is my favorite game of all fucking time. We'll see what I do.

Anyway, please read and review. I mean it. It makes writing so much more enjoyable for me. Till next time.