Jason continued walking down the cold and barren streets of Silent Hill. Not a sound could be heard except the echoing of his clapping shoes. A low grizzly grunt. Huh? He turned around.
...nothing...
He continued walking his eyes shifting from one spot to the next. A white figure flashed in front of him then disappeared. His breathing more heavy and his heart pumping faster he quickened his pace. Now he was seeing things that shouldn't be seen.
He came to a cross-section. To his left stood a diner on the corner. Everywhere else stood apartments or a house or too. He caught a glimpse of someone standing in front of the diner. "Hey!" Jason called. The person did not answer. He took a couple of steps closer. "Hey!" Again no answer. The person was man. Nothing else was distinct about the man. He wore jeans and a tang top with no hair covering his head. He seem to not acknowledge Jason.
Jason started towards him again. The man entered the diner. He hustled following him in. "Hey wait! I-" Jason entered through the front doors. He looked all around but the man was gone. Where could he have gone? Nothing was disturbed, the door leading to the back remained shut. Maybe I am going crazy. It was as if no one had been here in a while. No. I know I saw someone. Positive. On the table nearest to him was a newspaper.
He examined the paper. Killer claims another victim. A serial killer was on the loose. So far there had been 6 bodies. All of them died horribly mutilated. The first victim was a young woman in her teens. She had her tung cut out and her body was carved in half. They were random killings-each person dead from the early mornings to the late hours of the night. Their ages ranged from 12 to 27. Yeah and the poor souls after that wound up even worse than the first.
Victims had a red "X" painted on their forehead. He expected to be reading an outdated paper. Strange. This was a the 7th victim. The body was dissected and the organs were removed. Jason didn't care much for newspapers. He checked the date. wave of shock struck him. This is todays date.
Something tapped the window. "What now?" He got up holding a chair hoping maybe it was just a bird. A pretty stupid bird. Jason raised the chair up. CRASH A giant creature plowed through the window tackling him. He fell over the counter the hissing white beast flying around the room knocking over chairs and tables. What the hell is that? He coughed his side sore. With all his strength Jason was back on his feet his side hurting like hell. Not looking the other way he headed out the back door.
(Sorry it is so short. Haven't updated this thing in a while. Please review)