Chapter 3

Alone?

Joseph DaVinder's heart was sinking. He felt like throwing up. He felt upset. He felt the love. He felt urge.

He felt so hot walking with the girl named Kayla, a nice brown-haired, cute faced, slim bodied, attractive woman. He felt he was going to pee in his pants after he saw her on the ground a few minutes before. He was in need of someone, and he found someone, in the strangest place…Silent Hill.

Why is she really here, he asked himself. There was no simple answer. The town was haunted up the ass. But, the girl she met was hot so there was no difference, right? He remembered when she opened her eyes, he felt so nervous just asking her anything, but he bet she fell for his fake act. He hoped.

He had no idea where he was leading this Kayla girl to. That accident story was indeed true, but like her, he was lost too. That's why it made Kayla more appealing.

About a minute into their walk, she hesitated and took out what Joseph guessed was a map. He stayed behind her shoulder as she examined the map of Silent Hill. He wanted to take her so bad, damn it, and he resisted.

His felt his act was soon going to be clear to her and he tried to keep his balance right next to her. But nope. He fell onto his back with yelp.

"Whoa!" said Kayla when she saw what had happened. "I'm all right," he said calmly "Thank you."

Kayla looked puzzled. "Thanks for what-oh, oh I'm sorry. Are you sure you're ok? Do you need a hand?"

"Uh, no thanks," and he pulled himself up onto his feet. He didn't want her to think he was a hand squeezer or a pervert. "But I'm ok."

"Ok," she said in that soft voice he thought was very sexy "Anyway, I saw the map and we should start I guess, trying to find a way out of here because the entrance I came through earlier was…closed up. Or our other option is finding a phone. What do you say, Joseph?"

"Uh, either one, I just want to get out of this town either way, but there's probably at least some other people here that have a telephone or something…and a place to stay."

"Ok," said Kayla feeling not as secure as she thought she was. One way or the other, Joseph seemed to be hiding something up his sleeve. He was too nice, yet too sympathetic, yet too cute, as almost as if he reminded her of Hannibal Lector.

"Ok, follow me," Joseph said before he took off without a trace.

"Joseph, wait, wait!" but there were only echoes of her calling for Joseph. "Joseph! JOSEPH!" Moments passed, while Kayla stood there, feeling alone again. He's gone! Please come back! And her heartbeat started to rise. Not only because she was alone, but she was scared of the man, although still had a soft spot for him. He seemed calm; he may not be what he says he is but what other choice did she have of finding another human in a deserted town?

She felt enraged at herself for even going to this town in the first place. Now she's lost in unknown territory. All she needs is a few more scare tactics from the scenery around her and she would be on her way to killing herself. Dan was dead, she had to face it, and it was her fault she snapped into this abyss that she may never come out of feeling secure. Or is this all a dream? The town had definitely changed from the previous visit, Dan giving her a handgun, the sounds of glass breaking, she must be paranoid. But how come she felt pain you never experience in a dream. A cry for help!

She sniffed a few times and wiped her eyes. "Dan…" she mumbled "why did you have to die. I was gonna kill you-what!" She pretended she never said that and covered her mouth from her croaking out another cry.

She had to find out what was all going on. She missed her mom; a thought unnecessarily came to mind. She had to find out the truth before she broke down again. She knew deep her heart she wasn't remembering something, but didn't want to ponder. The only reason that she started remembering that secret was ever since she came into town. That's it!

It may sound stupid to others but to Kayla, her theory seemed possible. She came to Silent Hill for a bigger reason than she thought and she would find out what if she searched the town a little more. Beside the point, she could find an exit that leads outside! She had to keep her hopes up until the end. She finally make an oath to herself: I hereby swear I will not have time for mourning or feelings, but for searching what I feel is hidden inside this town, and I will not stop, not even tranquil. She had to know!

She sat in the booth looking out the hard-to-see-through window at Silent Hill, resting her back. She blinked her eyes to try to see if she could eventually reach 3D vision to see through the glass.

It had taken probably a half hour before she found a diner or café nearby, although she still didn't have a clue on where she was. She would've used the map, but it was too bad that when she realized she had misplaced the map, it was mostly likely flying lying around somewhere. She cursed herself for that but thankful she found a place to go indoors.

There was no coffee in the diner or café, whatever the place was, so se tried to curl up to make herself warm against the seat. The temperature seemed to decrease and she could see her breath looking as if she was smoking. This reminded her of the cigarettes in her pocket!

She slipped out a Camel and then sighed. She had no lighter. "Forget it," she said "not wasting my time looking around" and she flicked the cigarette into a dark corner that triggered a loud clang noise. When Kayla became alert, she saw the two little poles that had fallen from the ceiling about twenty feet away from where the Camel laid.

She was about to turn her eyes back to the window when she noticed it. It was some liquid of some sort rushing around the pipes; it was too dark to identify what she was actually seeing. But it definitely was moving fast. She got out of the booth and crept slowly toward the liquid that soon touched her shoes. Groaning as she kept her balance, she reached down and touched it. It felt a little thick but that was all she could think of so she brought some drops up from the ground in her hand and out of the shadows.

It was definitely more than blood. Even if it was blood, how could you explain the blood having a mind of its own? The drips of blood seemed to move along her hand like an ant while her hand trembled trying to be stable. The final thought: it wasn't blood but little tiny creatures that look like blood and stay together to keep their identity sealed. And the "blood" gave her stings as if they were cutting off her blood circulation to her hand, as the expression goes "hand falling asleep."

She didn't know why, but she felt like examining the "blood". She turned her hand face down and the stuff dripped to the ground like soft hand soap. The trail of blood is what interested her. It had extended farther out leading into the dark. She flicked the switch on her flashlight to ON and noticed the blood slipped under a door farther in the back of the diner, the amount of blood on the ground still increasing.

Firstly, she wiped her hand that was dripping with blood on the diner counter wood but most of the blood had already dried onto her hand. She then tried her jeans and got some off but she gave up.

She soon realized the Door of Blood, as she looked closer at the door, was the entrance to the ladies bathroom, the picture of a woman identifying that. Her gun stirred nervously on her waist, chills up her spine. She hid her fear expressions and a moment later pushed the door open, sounds of creaking adding to the fear. Her hand held the door open as she stepped inside. Her feelings indeed knew this was not going to be pretty.

The bathroom resembled a very old and worn out bathroom, almost like an outhouse except dirtier and smelling like…she couldn't think of anything to identify it, except human flesh, but how could she be sure? The walls were decorated with green wallpaper that was nearly torn off and replaced with nailed up wood. The stalls were the last place she would want to look inside of, only because the smell was coming from them. The blood was under every stall so you couldn't know where the blood was really coming from.

She finally decided it was time to take out her gun. She took her right hand and slipped the gun out of her pants, aiming towards the stalls. She moved it from left to right to secure the room. Her instincts were that some killer or cannibal was on the loose somewhere and she had to be careful. The creaking returned but now to the ceiling, sounds of pounding footsteps making dust fall.

Her gun felt just as nervous as what she feared she was going to see; she didn't know. She had never fired a gun before in her life, she wasn't any Rambo. She may have fired paintball but that must've been only once. And when she fired the gun, she knew she had to hold it tight. She had seen on TV all those mistakes people had done with guns and they fly out of their hand. What if there was nothing she had to worry about?

She could hear her feet slide when one of her feet stepped down onto the ground and the other rise. She finally had reached the first stall, thank God. Her hands both shook and she pretended she was the character Clarice from the Silence of the Lambs. Clarice was a strong person having to go through the horror she went through and if she could do it, so could Kayla. She raised her foot and slammed it at the stall door. It swung open and readied her gun.

The guess of a dead body was correct. The scary part about it was it the old lady from her dream, the walker in one of her hands. It couldn't be possible, she just came into the bathroom and she saw no one's feet sticking out from under the stall. But now there were feet, a dead body's feet, and the body in the position of going to the bathroom, except the head was tilted downward towards her chest. The other problem of what she was seeing wrong was that the blood was not coming from the body. The lady must've suffered a heart attack or something. But from the wall behind the toilet, a word written in blood: For.

Feeling more need to see the other stalls, she turned herself towards the next stall and used her foot the same way she did with the other stall. Then to another stall. Then the last one. Each stall had a corpse but a word inside it also. After she burst open the last stall, she finally combined the words together: For Their Own Good. That's when she looked at the corpses much closer. Each of them matched a memory of someone in her mind, but her fucking mind wasn't giving her a clue. 'For their own good'…it was for their own good? Dying was for their own good? One suffering a heart attack, one shot with a shotgun in the stomach, one sliced in different body parts, and one she supposed was dead was covered all up with a black blanket. They had to die? "Jesus…Christ!" she softly spoke.

The sound of a yawn from the last stall caught her attention. She dove around the corner of the stalls, her gun protecting her within an Around-The-Corner radius. After the yawn came a loud grunt accompanied with an exhale. Her body squeezed tightly against the rest of her, her blood turning cold, she cocked the hammer on the gun. It erupted with a noise like a stick breaking in half; her hopes were up knowing the thing that she kept hearing didn't hear the noise.

But then there was silence, then loud breathing, then footsteps coming towards her. They were getting closer and Kayla imagined the ceiling falling down as a scare. She gulped and told herself she better react soon or be dead. Her breathing wasn't staying steady and the footsteps suddenly.

Shrouds of laughter. The problem was the laughter wasn't coming from Kayla, but from the invisible figure in front of her. She wasn't exactly sure if it was invisible she only guessed because she could hear the laughs so close to her ears. "SHOOT!"

Kayla pulled the trigger of the gun and the shot's noise sustained her sensitive ears. Who said that? What…

"YOU DIDN'T MISS ME!" the voice shouted again but changed their tone "Hey, no need for worries, honey. They got what they deserved, I think you've read the blood haven't you…oh never mind…here, take some…" and she felt a hand reach out to hers as the other hand caressed her skin. The invisible hand was now scaring her as the hand started to become visible into a human hand. Don't forget the blood going down the person's arm.

"Don't be afraid."

"I'm not afraid," Ryan grinned at Kayla but her smile faded and clasped her heart for the pain was too much and she knew she had died.

"Tickle, tickle, tickle, he he…why you do this…it doesn't matter why, I told you before…I don't want to go again, please…listen please…I don't want to do this either, sniff uh, please believe me, I-I don't huge sniff then concluded with another…you don't need to, cry of pain oh please God…God!"

"is that the end-Please say it is…shhh, sh, sh, sh, yes it is clears throat sniff yes it is, now you can believe me…now you can believe me, Kayla…crying thank yo-thank you…yellI just want to go home cry continues…please…Ryan, let's just go home…I miss it so much…I'm sorry, we can't…we just can't…we'll run away, we can be with each other forever…Kayla, please don't walk away sniffs but no cries, please…yells I can't do this, I can't do this, just leave me alone, I don't want to be with you…soft voice I want Dan…not you…