Well, no one reviewed, but that doesn't mean people don't like the story, right? So here's chapter 2. Enjoy.

Oh yeah, i forgot. DIsclaimer: I don't own Silent Hill. This story and all of its characters are mine, though.

Chapter Two: A Wish for Your Stylish Death

The broken pieces of pavement crunched under Ericka's weight as she ran down the street. The trail of blood led her back into town. Every time she had to turn a corner her grip on the pipe subconsciously tightened. The thought of running into another monster like the one in that ally made her shiver.

The blood in front of her faded as the spatter marks spread out and then deepened as the trail grew narrower. Who the hell would drag two injured (she intentionally left out the 'severely' part) people into a town filled with these screwed up monsters? Sorry, with what she'd seen so far, what had dragged them?

When Ericka rounded another corner she saw the back of an old woman. At least she assumed it was an old woman. The figure was short and hunched over with an orange cloth covering the back of her head.

"Excuse me?" said Ericka. She slowed down a little when she neared the elderly woman. "Can you help…" Ericka stopped when she noticed the woman hadn't moved once. Slowly, Ericka reached out a hand and tapped her on the shoulder. Immediately, the old woman shot backwards and revealed her face to Ericka for the first time.

"Oh my…" Ericka managed to choke out before she had to keep her mouth shut for fear of vomiting. The orange cloth flew away to reveal a face with half of its flesh missing to reveal torn muscle. The other half of the face had gray, peeling skin and a pale eye that rolled backwards in the head. Her hair seemed to be embedded in her skin. A few strands managed to escape and dangled wildly in the air exposing lines of blood where they most likely had been.

The neck and shoulders were in the same condition. Random chunks of flesh were missing to expose muscle tissue and bone. Just below the collar bone, there was no skin. There was no muscle either. Only tattered scraps of both remained on some sections of the exposed spinal column that held the top to the bottom. Skin reformed just below the hips. Long blue gray feet of this creature had blood stains on the long yellow toe-nails. The thing had un-hunched its spine and was now about seven feet tall. It lunged for her.

Ericka felt relief at the one thing she had that this thing couldn't compete with. Despite its enormously long legs, the thing couldn't run very fast at all. Ericka had left it behind her in no time and was back to following the blood trail. As soon as she found her parents, she was getting the hell out of this town.

The trail led up to a large store with tattered old manikins posing in dust-covered cloths. The sign advertising the store name was charred black on the first half, and all Ericka could make out was 'INE'S BOUTIQUE'. Slowly, Ericka pushed open the door.

Darkness was the first thing she saw. As her eyes adjusted to the sudden transition of pale white light to a dim store, she began to make out her surroundings. To her left were about twelve racks of fashionable cloths surrounding two manikins displaying example outfits. A sign above the section told her that she was at the juniors department. There was some clinking further ahead in that section.

Ericka tightened her grip on the pipe and cautiously made her way down a few rows. She brushed her hair behind her ear and walked as quietly as she could towards the source of the noise.

"Shoot!"

Ericka stopped when she heard that. It sounded like a teenage girl, maybe her age or a little younger. "They don't have anything here!" Ericka approached the rack that she was hearing the voice from and saw a blond focused on rummaging through old cloths.

"Hello?" started Ericka, relaxing her hold on the pipe. The girl jumped before turning to stare at Ericka. She smiled.

"Hi!" she exclaimed. "How's it going? My name is Stacy, who're you?" Ericka smiled a little at the thought of having another human to talk to. She felt more relaxed now that someone else was in this town.

"I'm Ericka," she said. "What're you…" She couldn't finish her sentence. Stacy cut her off.

"That's great!" Stacy started before beginning to ramble. "I love your outfit. Where did you buy it? Do you know if they have anything in more of a green? Green is really popular at my school. Oh, did I mention? I'm like, really popular at my school, and was wondering if maybe we could be friends? Oh God. I asked that same question to one of my other friends, and she was like, so happy. I hope you die. I got to go. Talk to you some other time?" She turned to leave. Ericka stared.

"What did you say?" she began.

"What, I have to go?" asked Stacy.

"No," Ericka shook her head. "Just before that,"

"About my other friend?" Stacy turned her back to Ericka. "Sorry, I gotta go. See you some other time?" Stacy ran until Ericka couldn't hear her footsteps anymore. Ericka looked down at her hand.

"I hope you…die?" Ericka shook her head. She couldn't have heard that right. Assuming her ears made a mistake; Ericka looked around for where to go next. It wasn't long before the blinking fluorescent lights over head went out.

Ericka stood completely still in the blackness. Okay, she thought. So the power just randomly went out. But shouldn't there be light from the entrance door? A sound like something wet slapping against another wet surface echoed throughout the darkness. She felt her heart beat quicken. This was scary as hell.

Just as suddenly as they went out, the lights went back on. They were different though. Instead of the white light from before, a faint orange glow from the ceiling gave the area an ominous glow. The area itself had changed. Ericka heard the words she uttered in shock, but didn't remember saying them.

All of the walls and the ceiling were covered in blood and rust. A few handprints covered one part of the wall as if someone banged on it. The floor was a dark greenish color and Ericka's feet stuck a little when she lifted them. The cloth racks were now rusted scraps of metal bent out of shape with large rusty hooks protruding where cloths might be hung.

"This isn't real…" Ericka muttered, and then turned around. She screamed so loud she could swear that her friends back home could have heard. The rotting body of someone who appeared to have once worked in this store was hanging off the floor by a few inches. A rather large hook covered in rust and blood impaled the woman and seemed to be holding her in place. The face was perfectly preserved with trails of blood coming from a smiling mouth. The rest of the body wasn't. Rotting chunks of flesh dripped onto the floor and mixed with a blood puddle. A broken tag reading 'How may I help you?' was attached to a ripped vest.

Ericka backed away quickly. She turned around to see where she was going and stopped when she saw the hook that was only about two centimeters away from her pupil. Ericka pushed back, shaking. What the hell was happening? Two minutes ago, this had been your average run-down clothing store. Now it was this.

Ericka turned in another direction to see that the manikins hadn't changed at all. The looked like they did before any of this changed. They stood on the raised platform just for them. The two looked like they expected all of this to happen.

Expected? Ericka thought. Now you're going insane. Manikins don't expect anything…

Ericka turned her back on the two manikins to look for a way for her to navigate out of this hell hole. There seemed to be a straight path back to the front entrance that she could get to after crawling around a few hooked racks and, regretfully, the impaled sales clerk. A loud scream came from behind her.

Both of the manikins were gone. Blood covered the top of the platform they were on. A detached forearm of one of the manikins looked like it was trying to cling on to the middle of the platform, as if the rest of the body had been dragged away by force. Behind the platform was a third manikin.

There were only two there before, thought Ericka. The third one was one of the manikins that had faces painted on. A large purple hat covered her head. The manikin wore a bright red dress, and stood with one hand on her hips. It was the last detail Ericka picked up that scared her. The other hand held a fine cloth up to the manikin's right cheek. The cloth was covered in blood and the left cheek still had a smear of blood.

"Oh, shit," Ericka said quietly. "Shit!" she said more loudly. Ericka turned and ran through the racks to reach the straight path. When she arrived at where she was going, Ericka heard a feminine laugh echo behind her. She turned.

The manikin was standing perfectly still on top of the blood covered platform. The hand with the cloth seemed to be posed in a waving gesture towards Ericka. The other hand was pressed against the face. The mouth changed too. It had gone from an emotionless line to a smile.

Ericka turned and ran down the path that led to the entrance. She ran as fast as she could and didn't stop until she realized it was useless. Up ahead, the front door was gone. The smooth wall suddenly transitioned to brick where the doors should have been and then became the wall again. "Damn it!" Ericka yelled. She turned around.

The manikin was right behind her. Its mouth was now open to reveal rows of razor sharp teeth. Some strands of the fake hair from the other two manikins were stuck between them. The hands were both raised to a striking position and the nails had grown long and sharp. Yet the thing still refused to move when Ericka stared at it.

"Damn you!" She yelled. She slung the pipe over her left shoulder like she was getting ready to swing at a baseball. She swung with all of her strength and watched the head of the manikin turn sideways. Ericka's eyes widened as she watched the next event unfold. The head slowly went back to its original position with a sick cracking noise.

Ericka screamed and swung at the head again. This time there was a loud snap and the head fell onto the ground. It rolled away a little before Ericka broke into another run. She had to get away from this thing.

Behind her, Ericka heard a snapping sound. The thing was probably putting its head back on. Ericka saw a checkout desk in the center of a large clearing directly in front of her. It was a closed square, and Ericka didn't really think it was smart to stop and look for the right way in. She jumped over the counter and ducked down.

Ericka felt cold metal press against the back of her neck. Confused she turned around. On a shelf next to what looked like a large safe was a gun. It was a simple handgun. Ericka grabbed it. She knew nothing of guns, but anything to stop that manikin once and for all was good enough for her.

She picked up the weapon and turned to face the path she ran down to get here. "Shit!" she breathed as her nose touched the nose of the manikin. The thing had been about half a second away form doing the same thing to her that it did to the manikins.

Ericka backed up a few feet and raised the gun. She pulled the trigger. A hole appeared in the head of the manikin and plastic burst onto the desk. A loud screech escaped the monster. Ericka fired again and again. Ericka pulled the trigger of the gun until it stopped firing rounds. The creature fell onto the ground.

Ericka fell down to the ground with her back to the desk. She inhaled deeply before forcing all air out of her lungs in a quick exhale. Something cold and rounded was poking her in the back. She turned to stare at the safe behind her. A note was taped to the handle.

Ms. Jane and Jack were teacher and student

Both of whom had minds that were bent

"Math could be fun" said the smiling teacher

And began to speak as if a preacher

"Two and Eight are know ten

Name what was used to make it then"

Jack scratched his hair

He was almost there

The answer was wrong

As the teacher knew all along

This student was hopeless

He couldn't even correctly guess

She tried again to find a solution

For 6 and 12 to be right

Jack was wrong once more

And so the teacher threw him to the floor

"32 minus 0" she demanded to the left,

"Its 17, right?" And Jack's answer was anything but deft

So the teacher smacked the child upside the head

And beat him justly until he bled.

Ericka stared at the hand-written poem in her hands. Was this the combination? It didn't make any sense. Then she started to think. The combination had to be numbers, so what were the numbers in the poem? But there were too many. The teacher was trying to use them in math, so if she combined them as the poem said…

Then I have eighteen, thirty-two, and seventeen, she thought. After every number there was a direction. So it went right, left, right.

Ericka entered the numbers. The safe opened when she turned the handle and two boxes of twenty bullets and a key met her eyes. She took the bullets. The gun would definitely be needed at some later point. She stared at the key for a short while. It had to go to somewhere in this store.

Ericka got out from behind the desk and started walking to the wall opposite where she entered the store from. When she got there, she found a door with a glowing red sign above it. It read 'exit'. Ericka smiled and she reached for the handle.

It wouldn't open. It had to be locked. Ericka took the key out from her pocket and stuck it into the keyhole below the handle. With the satisfying click, the door opened. Ericka stepped out into the pale light of the city. She was in an ally. Ericka turned around to close the door and saw that the store had returned to normal. Clothes hung from normal racks now and white light filled the store.

Ericka let the door slam as someone grabbed her by the shoulders. It was a woman whose hair was tied up in an elaborate style. Her button-up shirt was stained black and her long skirt was ripped in several places. The woman looked old. She was at least in her late forties and she had deep wrinkles under her eyes.

"Amy?" she asked, shaking Ericka. "Is that really you Amy? I've been looking for you for so long!" Ericka managed to free herself.

"What are you talking about?" she asked. "Who are you?" The woman looked confused, but she still smiled.

"Why, it's me!" began the woman. "I'm your mother, don't you remember?"

Okay, the end might seem kind of dumb, but that's why there's chapter3, to redeem myself. I think. Anyway, please review if you don't mind, and chapter 3 will be up within a week regardless.