When the foghorn subsided and faded away, I opened my eyes, this was not an apartment building in Ashfield anymore. The papers weren't in my hand and the rush of pain and nausea that had turned off my body didn't leave a trace when it left. Slowly, I stood up from the ground and noticed the powdered rust that stained my hand dark brown. Instinctively, I wiped it off and looked around at my new surroundings. I've never been here before, but I know where I am. I don't take a single step forward before darkness engulfs everything around me and I am left alone in oblivion.
I feel an urge to take another dose of the bottle; but when the skies turn black and everything turns to rot, rust and blood, that's when I really wish I had a dose. My breathing hastens, my thoughts fill with pure fear of where my curse has taken me now. My power to hear and see things normal people don't, my gift, my curse, my damnation, it's taken me to Silent Hill. Pure horror incarnate in a town made up of flesh, blood and nightmares, how did I get here? What took me here?
"Daniel Trent!" a woman's voice screams in horror from a distance; impossible, the voice, her voice. "Daniel, you can't! You can't!" the agony in her voice stabbed me in the heart, instantly my head filled with a dead numb feeling and my throat felt like it was going to vomit itself out of my mouth. "DANIEL!" I forced myself to swallow whatever I had inside back down and run towards the voice, her voice.
A forlorn wind blew every few minutes, blowing with it a million specs of rust powder and dust in my face, but it did halter my steps. I ran as fast as I could, her pleas echoing closer and closer; I took turn after turn into countless alleys and through countless streets until I felt her. In the middle of a road; the fear gripped me with devilish speed as I stood and stared. Oh, my---
My feet moved back all by themselves yet my eyes stayed glued to it. It-It beat the thin, fragile figure with its mighty fists, the wet crunch each blow made upon the wounded flesh made me gag. Concrete welcomed my rear as I fell back in horror, immobile. Then, suddenly, it stopped and turned towards me. Was it looking at me? Did it even have eyes?
"Rat's alley waits for no one!" again, her voice, like silk it penetrated my ears. But, no, it didn't come from her small, slippery lips and her soft tongue didn't produce such a sound. Behind the barbaric brute something emerged, something feminine. "I like legs. I like your legs" just a torso, a pale torso more akin to a mannequin than a human being. Everything below the waist was legs, but everything above it was, too. "Touch me, hold me, love me, love me, love me" it never stopped talking, not even as it slithered towards me like a snake with feet; it didn't even care that it didn't have a mouth. Doing silent summersaults to make its way towards me, twisting forward, using each pair of legs as balance for the other to swing above and land in front.
In a grotesque way, it was beautiful. The hell that surrounded it was its theatre and I was the audience, it was dancing for me. Inching ever closer to me in a romantic tango of limbs and red high heels. I found myself smiling slightly at the creature, but it didn't last. My smile was mutilated when the fucking thing stabbed my leg with one of its high heels. And, just as nimble, it pulled out and danced away towards the brute, snuggling and rubbing up against it like a pet slave. The pain—My hands did little to stem the blood and already my vision was blurred, but I knew it was coming.
Dammit, man, your wincing and whining won't fucking get you anywhere! Stand up and move! Slowly, I forced my legs to stand up, the shooting pain in my left leg meaning more blood was streaming out. Run! Run, you fucking useless bastard, run! But, what for? What do I have outside? I felt it close now, behind me as I gave my back to the mannequin and its pyramid lover. Run, damn you! I limp away a quick as I can, paying as little heed as I could to the pain in my leg, although the feeling of warm blood streaming down was hard to ignore.
"Daniel" she spoke calmly now, nice and gentle, like I remember. "Daniel, come back" Vanessa.
No, no, no! Not now, not here! Run, you junkie, run!
"Daniel, come back" Vanessa, are you here? Her voice soothed by every evil around me and engulfed me completely, my feet stopped and I turned around. "Walk, Daniel, walk into the town" I saw her in the distance, in the middle of a street with burned down buildings at her sides. Her long red hair swayed in a wind I didn't feel and her green eyes shined in all the dark brown and red. Rusted death and gloom embodied in flesh. "Silent Hill, Daniel" NO!
I saw its pyramid head first, then its bulky body, after that all I could feel was a coldness in my stomach. A warmness streamed down my waist and legs, my mouth filled up with the warmness too and I spit it out, hoping it would go away. I let my head go limp and I saw—a blade as huge as myself penetrating me, cutting me in two, fucking my body. Vanessa; I cringed to look back, but I couldn't see her, only him and his muscle filled body, then everything went dark.
To Be Continued….
