SILENT HILL : ODE TO DEIVOS
I'd just like to point out that this story is a non-profit fan-fiction and that I do not own Silent Hill. Silent Hill and all related materials are property of the Konami Corporation.
I've always wanted to create a psychological tale, so I began to write a story by the name of Daedalus Code, about a man battling against his inner fears. However, no matter how hard I tried, my story just ended up sounding more and more like something straight out of Silent Hill. Seeing as I love the Silent Hill series so much, I decided to adapt my current ideas and create my own Silent Hill fiction. Here it is, I hope you enjoy it.
Glen M. Cooper
P.S, I must apologise for the large amount of chapters posted on initial publication. I did this because the story has quite a patient build up, and we don't actually visit the town of Silent Hill until chapter 10, roughly halfway through the story. This is where things really start to hot up. Thanks for reading.
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I – Condition"You're saying he's a god damn nut job, right Doc?"
That was how stern detective Jim Carter had put it to him, a policeman to a psychiatrist, from one 'professional' to another. He stroked his rough grey beard, immersed in thought. A nut job, if only it were that simple.
No, there was something different about Jack that set him aside from the rest. Was it his calm, collected manner? His well presented appearance, his otherwise clean criminal record? Or perhaps the most important of all, was it that this man, this killer, was a well respected and renowned Doctor in the field of forensic medicine, barely two years ago?
"I've seen you before, haven't I?" Jack asks, waiting patiently for the Doctor to finish shuffling through his papers.
Cole looks up at his subject, "Oh?"
"You're on T.V," Jack pinpoints, "World famous psychiatrist, Doctor Bradley Allen Cole,"
Jack reaches across the bland metal desk and offers his hand in greeting. Cole accepts.
"My friends call me Cole,"
"Then what should I call you?"
The Doctor hesitates for a moment, "Just call me Cole,"
Jack leans back on his chair, adjusting his posture accordingly to find some measure of comfort on the hard metal thing. Cole finds himself eyeing the base of the chair, reaffirming in his mind that it's securely bolted down.
"The resident Shrinks couldn't break me so they sent a big-shot like you in, huh?" he cups his hands together, "Oh goodie,"
"They told me to watch out for you," Cole says, raising a slight smile, "Said you were a bit of a hoot. But there's a few things I need to get clear before…"
"Before what?" Jack interrupts, "Before you can slap that straight jacket on me for good?"
Cole takes off his glasses and places them on the metal surface of the table. Rubbing his eyes, he says, "You need to understand that I've been sent here to help you,"
"Help me get revenge?"
"No. It's my job to convince the judges that you deserve a fair trial,"
"I just want revenge,"
"Oh," Cole sighs, putting his glasses back on and picking up a brown paper file.
"Revenge upon…"
"God," Jack snaps, "Revenge upon God,"
The psychiatrist flips a few pages until locating relevant information, "You claim that God brutalised your family, and of course, framed you for the murder of a young lady, an OAP, a little boy and…" Cole looks up at his patient, "A Police Patrolman,"
"That's correct," Jack confirms, his voice solid and sure.
Cole considers this for a minute, before leaning over the table, balancing on his elbows, "You're an intelligent man, Doctor Crispin,"
"I'm not a Doctor anymore, call me Jack,"
"Jack," Cole amends, "You've been declared insane, you want to appeal, I can understand that. Unfortunately, these murders… the evidence is clear and conclusive. In my professional opinion…"
Cole stops to consider his words, "In my opinion, I think it would be best if you drop this whole 'God' blaming thing,"
"I'm only telling the truth," Jack replies, "In truth there's justice, right?"
"I can't force you to change your mind," Cole says, "But may I remind you, that this one-hour session, of which you've already wasted ten minutes of arguing with the security guard, is an interview. You have to prove to me you aren't… mentally handicapped,"
"I'm not crazy," Jack snaps, "But I'm telling you, whoever or whatever it was that killed those people and my family, wasn't human,"
"But you killed…" Cole stops and starts again, "You claimed your family died in a car crash,"
"It wasn't an accident, it was murder. They ran me off the road and…" Crispin flashes his gaze at Cole and sighs deeply, "Never mind, you've already dismissed me, I can tell,"
"I apologise," Cole sighs, becoming fed up. "Tell me everything you know,"
He was thinking of his wife and daughter back home. Right now his little girl will be watching the clock, counting down every minute from now until he comes home. His wife would be preparing a special meal for him, today being the big five-zero. Funnily enough, it was also their wedding anniversary, twenty-five years of ups and downs, and not for one day had he stopped loving her.
"Are you listening to me Doctor?" Jack asks.
"Yes of course," Cole says, "Please continue,"
"You ever..." he hesitates, "Ever been so drunk that when you wake up the next morning you remember virtually next to nothing?"
Cole nods, a smile creaking onto his face.
"Well imagine that's happened to you but you wake up with blood on your hands and a corpse at your feet. That's the best way to describe it, Doc,"
"You said you were framed, yet there was blood on your hands?"
"I can't really explain it, but I didn't kill those folks. I'm a…. I was a Doctor. Saving lives was my job,"
"Some may argue that, as a Doctor, you're in an ideal place to carry out your sick habits. Having all those patients at your mercy, well… It's not completely unheard of,"
Jack sighs, slouching back in his chair as if already defeated. He folds his arms and stares up at ceiling, "As I suspected, you're just like all the rest,"
"No," Cole interrupts, "The whole reason I'm here is because I'm not like the rest,"
"Then why won't you listen?"
"I am listening Jack, and I'm not encouraged by what I've heard thus far. According to you, and I can play back the tape if you want, there's some kind of zany conspiracy going on. The most shocking factor of all is not that you're the victim, no! It's the fact that this evil organisation that has tore up your life for its own ends, is lead by none other than God, our lord himself,"
"I didn't say the God, I said a God,"
"Oh, I see. Buddha then, is it? Shiva, perhaps? Sorry, my knowledge on famous deities isn't quite as polished as I might like,"
"Cut the sarcasm Doctor, it really isn't helping,"
Jack places his head in his hands and rubs his weary eyes.
"I apologize," Cole says uneasily, "But understand that your story seems a little… far-fetched,"
"Crazy is the word you wanted Doc," Jack corrects, "And believe me, I wouldn't disagree with that. But it did happen. They opened up my brain and took something from me and now here I am in a mental hospital, talking to shrink after shrink about what went wrong,"
Cole leans back, his eyes fixed on Jack. With a nod of the head, he reaches into his pocket.
"Cigarette?" he offers.
"They don't let me," Jack replies.
"Don't worry about it," he says, passing over the box and a lighter, "Now. Why don't you tell me everything, right from the beginning?"