Alright! At long last I've updated! I know it's taken a good while, but if you stuck with me I thank you. I also wanted to thank everyone who reviewed and last chapter I meant to thank a couple of people of pointing out my grammar mistakes. Trying to update this time has been really aggravating. There was the fact that I couldn't think of how this chapter was going to turn out and then there was the storm that knocked out my power for two days when I actually thought of something... The important thing is that I've updated. Enjoy.

Marina Myst: I can safely say you got most of Stacy's character right. Congrats on that. I won't comment on the other part. Thanks for reading, and enjoy the chapter.

Disclaimer: I don't own Silent Hill.

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Chapter Six: Admonished Past, Deteriorating Present

Ericka dropped the shotgun and pulled out the handgun. She didn't know how long she was going to be trapped in Silent Hill looking for her parents. She had to conserve ammo with her more powerful weapon. She started firing rounds into the mutilated human-like creature walking towards her.

If they had any affect on it, the thing didn't show it. Ericka backed against the wall as she fired more shots into the being. Suddenly she felt one of its arms wrapping around hers. Ericka stared and noticed the being was still a good few feet away. Its limbs could stretch.

The arm retracted and flung her across the room. Ericka landed and rolled. She wasn't nearly as hurt as she was disgusted that the thing had touched her. The brunette desperately wiped her arm against her jeans, trying to get rid of the wet feeling on it. When she felt satisfied, Ericka aimed the gun at the creature again. She tried to aim for what she thought was the head and fired.

The creature recoiled after that shot, but other then that it seemed fine. Ericka started to regret dropping the shotgun. She may only have eight shots left, but she was beginning to think she'd need them. She emptied the handgun on the creature towards the head. Realizing that she didn't have time to reload, Ericka pulled out the pipe.

Reluctantly, she moved towards the monster so it couldn't fling her across the room again. When she was within striking distance of the thing she hit it in the head. She moved quickly so it wouldn't be able to attack her which unfortunately meant she had caused little damage.

Ericka began to pant. She ran around the creature and broke out into a sweat. It was a strange mix of her nervousness and the fact that the temperature of the room seemed to be rising. Most places in Silent Hill, she discovered, were rather pleasant temperature wise, and usually this nightmare world was kind of cold. But this room was hot. Ericka picked up the shotgun only to be pulled down to the ground. The thing had wrapped one of its arms around her and was now dragging her towards it.

Ericka fired at the arm and was both pleased and disgusted as the limb was blown off the body. She slid backwards a few feet before managing to find her footing again. The thing looked pissed that she'd just done what she did. But how would she know? The thing had no face. Ericka aimed the shotgun at the enemy's face and pulled the trigger.

There was no reaction to the blast at first. The creature just stumbled backwards. Then blood started to pour out of the hole she made at an alarming rate. Still the monster stumbled towards her, flailing its stretching arms around wildly. Does anything in this town know when its supposed to die? Ericka thought before firing again.

She missed. She missed. One of the remaining six bullets she had on her had missed entirely. Deciding not to chance the weapon any further, Ericka returned it to the ground and pulled out the handgun. She fired another round into the rather large hole she'd made with the shotgun and then realized she had to reload.

She didn't have to worry though. As soon as that bullet hit the creature, it fell backwards to the ground and twitched violently before it became absolutely still. Ericka breathed out in relief at her victory and then reloaded the weapons. The shotgun now contained all five of her remaining shells and the handgun pile of ammo was starting to look weak.

Lovely, she thought. She grimaced at the thought of having to go back to the pipe. Ericka opened the door behind her and left the room. She was back in the clean, ignoring the dust, halls of the hospital. Ericka turned to see the door behind her was gone. The girl started to walk down the hall when she saw something on the ground.

There was a piece of paper folded around something just as thin and rectangular. Ericka opened the page to find a ticket of sorts and a note. She decided to read the note first.

Really sorry I can't see you this time. Your father desperately wants to meet you. I have to tell you that. But he can't yet. You should know some things first. Here's a ticket to your sold out show. Enjoy.

Jack

Jack. That creep from earlier. Ericka's reflex was to drop everything in her hands and run away from them. It was stupid to run like that considering it was just paper, but everything in her was screaming to get away. Still, he had mentioned her father. Granted he'd said 'meet', and what that meant she had no idea, but if he had her father somewhere then she had to follow any lead she had. Even if it turned out to be a really bad scenario when she arrived. She reluctantly moved the ticket to a reading level.

Lakeview Amusements Presents

One adult admission to: You. Showing in theatre thirteen. Time:

The rest of the ticket was blank. What did it mean? You? Ericka sighed and shoved the ticket in the side-pack she picked up from the arcade. While her hand was there she grabbed the two maps and scanned them for 'Lakeside Amusements'. There was nothing on the map with that name.

Ericka mumbled something out of aggravation. Then she got an idea. She retrieved the paper out of her side-pack and turned it over.

Resort Area. Try the town center for a map.

The fact that he knew she wouldn't know where it was only proved Ericka right about him being weird. She returned her gaze to the maps and saw a square block labeled as a town center. Ericka groaned at having to run through the town again. Then the motivation of her parents kicked in, and Ericka left for the town center without looking back at the hospital.

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The town center was deserted and not a place Ericka wanted to spend more time then she had to in. There was an information desk close to where she had entered and there was the map she needed. Ericka had grabbed it and began the long walk towards the resort side. She'd run into a couple of the wolf-men, but they were easily taken care of with the pipe.

Now she was walking into the front doors of one of the biggest movie theaters she'd ever seen. Directly in front of her was a set of escalators leading to a second floor. Neither was moving. A few feet away from where they connected to the second floor was a stand to buy tickets. To the right of that was a concession stand. And just to the other side of that was a large billboard advertising the lay-out of the theater.

Ericka walked over to it and studied the details. Theatre thirteen was on the fourth floor. She was on the second which was also the location of theaters one through five. The third floor was where a small game room was located with theaters six through ten just next to it. The fourth and final floor contained a hall with theaters eleven and twelve in it and a hall across from that was the last hall holding thirteen through fifteen.

Ericka didn't waste any time and immediately walked over to the set of escalators that led upward. She climbed to the fourth floor. The first thing that the late teen could see was a window that stretched from one wall to the other. Ericka approached and looked out the glass.

A large lake with unnaturally still water stretched out as far as she could see. This is Lakeview amusements, isn't it? The thought was almost amusing. The fact that they would take the time to install a window that overlooked one of the creepiest lakes she'd seen in her life was nothing short of…well…morbid. At least to her. Ericka turned towards the double doors that would lead to theaters thirteen through fifteen.

They were locked. Of course they were locked. Why the hell wouldn't they be? Ericka kicked the doors and walked back down to the second floor. There had to be a place where the employees worked and stayed, and that would be were they keep the keys, right?

After a few minutes of looking she found nothing helpful in the quest to find the key. She could either go up to the third floor or check out the first. She'd assumed there was nothing there but the escalators, but who knows? Ericka decided to go down first. A quick check turned up a door behind the escalators reading 'Employees only!'

Ericka ignored the sign and went in to the back room. Compared to the luxuries the rest of the theater was draped in, this corridor was kind of boring. Plain white walls and floors were tarnished with age. Ericka opened the first door she found and saw an employees lounge. She walked up to a clip board and read the note.

Frank, I left the key to the second floor theaters in the projection room of number seven. Could you grab it and drop it in Alex's office for me? Thanks…

The second floor theaters? That wasn't helpful in the slightest. Ericka looked around a little more and decided it was her only lead. The rest of the doors in the hall had the locks either broken or jammed. That at least narrowed her search. Ericka returned to the second floor and then traveled up to the third.

The design on this floor was only a little different from the fourths. A hallway was to her left and another to her right just connected to a large game room. The window was now just a plain wall. Ericka went into the hall that would bring her to the theaters. A quick scan of the doors revealed number seven. She opened it and saw she was on the side of a large room. A plain white screen was hanging in front of her.

Ericka noticed the deserted seats where a crowd normally sat. In this town, even that was disturbing. She ascended the stairs slowly, as if expecting something to pop out of the rows of seats and attack. When she reached the top, she found another door that opened into the projection room.

There, sitting amidst piles of yellowing papers, was the key. Ericka took it and decided that she could at least try to see if it would work on the fourth floor. Then she heard it again. The sound of something pulsating. Like the room was alive.

"No," Ericka whispered. She walked reluctantly over to the door that had let her in. "Not again," she said quietly. Ericka opened the door and saw what she had been dreading. Blood soaked the seats in the theater. Chains hanging from the unseen ceiling held body parts and scraps of flesh. The stairway had been replaced with a narrow bridge made of wooden planks. "Damn it!" yelled Ericka. She was back in the nightmare world.

Ericka muttered a few more words of aggravation before walking cautiously down the wooden bridge that was hanging over nothing. As she neared the center, she heard a sickening crack. Ericka felt her stomach churn. She felt like she was watching the event rather then living it. The bridge cracked and Ericka fell into the unseen depths of the theater.

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Ericka rubbed her head. It hurt like hell. What happened? Ericka looked at the morbid scenery around her and recalled what had happened. She'd fallen. The wood she'd been walking across cracked and fell apart. That was where her memory stopped until this point. Ericka looked up and saw a blood-stained ceiling. There was a ceiling above her. It had no holes in it. There were no splinters of the wood that should've fallen with her. There was nothing indicating she'd fallen at all.

Ericka thought about this for a while longer before she heard a squeaking noise from behind her. Ericka turned down the narrow and dark hallway and saw a wheelchair making its way towards her. Blood and other bodily fluids Ericka didn't recognize were the only things occupying the seat.

The confusion she held over this melted away from her head and was replaced by fear. There were rather sharp looking objects protruding from the front of the chair and it was starting to pick up speed. Ericka turned the opposite direction and ran. The squeak grew louder, letting her know it was getting closer. Ericka ran as fast as she could.

Finally, the brunette chanced a glance over her shoulder. The chair was only a fey yards away now. "Get the hell away from me!" screamed Ericka. She knew that was stupid. She might as well have punched a brick wall. IT would've garnered the same effect.

When Ericka thought there was no chance of her escaping the chair, she noticed a door only a few meters away. Ericka ran up to it and pulled on the door. Thank God it opened. She ran into the darkness of the other side and slammed the door behind her. When she was satisfied the chair wasn't able to get through, she stepped away from the door.

She shouldn't be walking at all. There was no light in this room. Ericka reached up and was relieved to feel the cold plastic of the light she'd found earlier. She flicked it on and screamed.

Crawling towards her on the ground was a body. From the waist down had been hacked off and part of the spine where it connected was exposed. The body had long cuts on it and scraps of skin missing. It was pulling itself towards Ericka with its rotting hands and moaning at her.

Ericka screamed again and tried to run around it. She managed to get a few feet away before she bumped into something. Ericka backed up a little to see what she'd run into. Another body was hanging from the ceiling. Barbed wire was wrapped tightly around one ankle. That was what was holding it to the ceiling. The skin on this thing seemed to be made of liquid. It was shaking and dripping off of the body.

Ericka could do little more then scream the rest of the oxygen out of her lungs and run around looking for a way out besides the door she'd come in. She came across another door and pulled it open. On the other side was nothing but a large square room. She closed the door and dropped to the ground in front of it. The teen pulled her knees up close to her and hugged them.

"Mom," she whispered as she started to cry. "Dad. Where are you?" she choked out between sobs. All Ericka wanted was to find her parents and leave this town. Neither seemed likely at this point.

The tears stopped after a few minutes and Ericka wiped the remains of them away. The more time she wasted, the more time there was that her parents could die. Ericka brushed her hair behind one ear and opened the door. She was back on the third floor.

Ericka didn't question it. She knew she'd fallen, but that didn't even bother her. She had to find what she needed to in this theater and get the hell out of here. Ericka walked up the broken escalators. She pulled the key out of her pocket and tried it in the lock. The college student wanted to cry for joy when she heard the tumblers in the lock moving as she turned the key. The doors swung open.

The hallway of theater thirteen was empty. Even the doors where other theaters should be were covered by chains. On the concrete ground in front of her was a trail of blood that led to the door of theater thirteen. Ericka breathed in deeply and mentally prepared herself before opening the door.

This room was empty of everything that should be in a theater except for a machine in the center that played old film reels. Ericka walked up to it and flipped the switch. She turned to stare at the once-blank screen at the 'movie' that was now playing.

Kelly sat in a wooden chair. Her hands were folded on her lap. Her white long sleeve shirt was buttoned and looked like it had been ironed. She had a skirt that stopped just above the ankles with white tights covering what would be exposed. Her long brown hair flowed down around her shoulders and her lips parted in a flashy smile.

Then a man was standing in an entirely different environment. It was a dark hallway. One could make out one or two doors before darkness covered everything. The man had short black hair and was wearing what a hospital would issue its patients. Only his mouth was visible and parts of the hair. The rest of the face couldn't be seen He was standing close to the light, and then was suddenly far away. He appeared in different places in that hallway without moving.

The image was gone and replaced with blackness. One blue word that had the picture quality of a classic soundless black and white movie appeared. It skipped and parts disappeared every now and then. It was like watching a movie with only one word. The word was "Brook".

That scenario was replaced with the woman from earlier still sitting in the chair, but she was shaking her head violently in every direction it could bend. Low growling sounds erupted from her voice every now and then. The image skipped and suddenly the woman was standing next to one of the four cement walls with green mold and slime that was her room. She was now moving her head back and forward to bang it on the cement.

The picture with the word "Brook" appeared again, but only for a few seconds.

The man from the hallway was now on a steel table. Only his mouth could be seen once again. Only this time the line of vision stopped just below the nose instead of the face being covered by shadows. He was shaking violently. A nurse whose eyes were cast in shadow moved a switch upward. The man stopped shaking. He suddenly smiled. The switch was thrown down again, and he started to shake.

Then the camera moved back to the room Kelly was in earlier. She was pulling her bangs back and using the camera that let Ericka see what was happening as a mirror. She had a large gash where she'd been hitting her head. On the wrist Ericka could see there was a hospital band that she could read clearly.

Alchemilla Hospital

Stephanie Kelly Acton

The film flickered again and this time Kelly was staring into an actual mirror. She moved her hands through her hair to tie it up in the elaborate fashion it had been in when she first met Ericka. The camera zoomed in onto a piece of paper on a desk. Ericka could only read a few words. The rest were blurred and out of focus.

Not in a state of mental well-

Transfer To

Everything went to a black screen with only one word glowing in a neon blue shade. The word was 'Brook'. The screen skipped a few times and then more was added to the first word. "Brookhaven". The screen stayed on this image for a while until something happened. It looked like the movie itself was burning away.

Ericka turned to the projector to see that was exactly what had happened. It was on fire and the film looked like soup. Ericka moved towards the projector and noticed she was stepping on something. She picked it up and saw it was another map. On this map, she saw where the road that connected to where she was led. It wrapped around the lake and wound up eventually to another area of Silent Hill.

Circled in red marker on this map was a building. The label called it 'Brookhaven Hospital'. Written below that was a small phrase in handwriting that Ericka didn't need to compare to know it came from Jack.

Your father waits here, along with the Haldins

The Haldins. He had to be referring to her parents. But then why would he say 'your father along with'? It didn't matter. Ericka knew where she had to go. She knew where her parents were. And something told her that where she was going was going to be the final stop on her journey through Silent Hill.

Ericka had to go to Brookhaven Hospital.

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Okay! Again, sorry this took so long. I should've had this up a while ago. But, I hope you enjoyed it. Also, the last chapter's going to be the last. I'll post the analyzing chapter after that to let people understand the whole story. One more thing, I did read this chapter for typos, but I was kind of rushed. If they're here, I apologize and hope they weren't too distracting from being able to read it. Again, thanks for reading, and please review!