In this chapter we will begin seeing Alessa lurking around. Again, this is the version of Alessa from the movie, not games 1, 3, and O. Later (probably chapter 8) we get to see Dahlia. Again, this is movie Dahlia, not game Dahlia.

Chapter 6

Hell's Frozen Rain

. . . . . . . . . .

And her cold voice

Sings a melody

Hear her sing

Hell's frozen Rain falls down

. . . . . . . . . .

It was quite; too quiet. Silent Hill defiantly lived up to its name. She could not even here her own footsteps. It was not a peaceful and calm sort of quiet. It was the heavy dead sort of quiet that let Molly hear her quickened heartbeat deafeningly loud in her own ears like the beat of a warriors drum.

She was a warrior. She was marching through the desolate ash-covered streets of a town where deadly evil resonated from every crack and crevice armed and on a mission.

Every so often she would call her daughter's name.

"REBECCA!"

Her voice always seamed to be absorbed by the thick ash and fog that made it hard to see and even harder to breath. Something compelled her to glance down at her feet. Her black boots were caked in gray-white dust, and she was leaving footprints. She said a silent prayer in her heart that no one or nothing followed the tracks and made its way to her.

Suddenly something made Molly freeze in her tracks. There was a sound somewhere of in the distance. Not just any sound, but a voice. A child's voice.

"Rebecca," she thought out loud. She ran as fast as high heals would let her in the direction she thought the voice was coming from, hoping, praying, that the owner of that voice was her Becky.

As she ran the voice grew louder, and she could tell now that the child was singing. She could not make out any words or tell if there were any at all.

She could have run for seconds or hours before she turned a corner, stopped short and screamed. The road ended at a cliff. It was as if a section of the earth had been ripped out. Smoke, ash and heat rose out of the enormous crevice. Molly's body seamed to act on its own. Slowly she tiptoed towards the edge. She gasped and clapped her hands over her mouth to contain another scream. She might as well (or may very well) have been staring down into the depths of hell itself. There was fire God only knows how far down in the pit. It stretched as far as Molly could see, and something in the back of her mind and deep down in her gut told her that it was endless.

The singing was very close now; just feet to her right. She turned around and stared in shock. In a lot right next to the pit was a small park with a swing set, marry-go-round, and a slide- a slide that aimed right down into the pit. And sitting on top of the slide was a little girl. Molly had a fleeting thought that it was Rebecca. The girl had the same long dark hair, but it was hanging down in her face and looked as though it had never seen a brush. She was dressed in a blue collared dress and formerly white leggings with black shoes; defiantly not the light blue skirt and frilly white shirt Rebecca had been dressed in.

Molly approached carefully, slowly pushing open the rusted gate sending a creaking sound that made her jump. But the girl seemed unaffected. She did not stop her melodic flow of monotonous alternating notes of "la la la la la." It occurred to Molly that this might be some sort of lullaby that the child was wordlessly singing.

"He...Hello?" Molly greeted the child nervously.

The child did not even look up or even seam no notice Molly was there. "La la la lalala la,"

"My name is Molly Sunderland. I'm looking for my daughter Rebecca."

The little girl stopped singing but did not acknowledge Molly.

"Hello? Can you here me?" Molly sighed in frustration when the child still did not answer or even look up. "What's your name?"

Finally, the little girl looked up and Molly's stomach lurched. The little girl's face, or what she could see of it past her stringy hair, was filthy and covered in streaks of black; her eyes were sunken and bloodshot.

The dirty child's black lips twisted into what should have been a smile. "Right now I'm Alessa."

Molly nodded slowly. "O-Okay Alessa. I'm looking for my daughter. Have you seen a little girl?" Once again the child remained silent. "She's about your age."

Alessa slowly and calmly shook her head.

Molly dropped her head in disappointment.

Alessa broke her silence. "They shouldn't have hurt her, you know."

Molly's head snapped back up and she stared into Alessa's glazed eyes. "Who hurt who?"

No answer.

"Who got hurt?"

Still no answer.

"Did someone hurt Rebecca? Answer Me!"

"It's okay," Alessa answered sweetly. Then her smile twisted sadistically and she cocked her head to the side. "She got her revenge. Didn't she?"

Molly couldn't explain where the sudden burst of sheer terror came from. Maybe it was the sweet venom of Aessa's voice. Maybe it was the deadness in her sunken eyes.

Maybe it was her own memories; memories of when she herself was around Alessa and Rebecca's age…

She shook her head vigorously trying to fling the memory away from her head and into the literal hellhole not five feet from her. It had been years sense she had thought about that. She had never even told Seth.

"I have to go now. Bye Molly!"

It took less than one second for Alessa to let go if the railing and slide down.

"NO!" Molly screamed, but it was too late.

Alessa slid down and fell into the abyss without a sound.

Molly's scream made up for Allesa's lack thereof. In terror she ran, not even knowing which was she was going, but hoping she was on her way back to the van. She looked down as she ran; trying to find the footprints that she realized had most likely been covered by falling ash by now.

She was panting and crying so much by the time she reached the van she did not even know where she was until she ran into the back drivers side door. She looked into the windows to see if Becky or Seth were inside.

Empty.

She checked her watch.

One hour and six minutes had passed sense she and Seth had split up.

She was sobbing and hyperventilating uncontrollably now. Molly was still gone. Seth was late. A little girl just went down a slide into a lake of fire and she was stranded in what her brother-in-law James had described as the embodiment of hell itself.

She collapsed on the ground and wept; her entire body shook with sobs she had no hope of controlling.

When she has cried herself out enough to form a coherent though, she checked her watch again.

Another half hour had passed.

Seth was still not there.

Molly forced herself to stand on week and trembling legs. If Seth was missing now too, she would have to find both her husband and her daughter on her own. With a determination born of what had to be pure instinct for survival, She set out in the direction Seth had gone over an hour and a half ago.

The silence was back. But she could here a little voice in the back of her mind over and over again repeating…

She got her revenge. Didn't she?

Oh, and I probably didn't describe it very well, but he "lullaby" that Alessa is singing is meant to be the music box lullaby from the hotel lobby of SH 2. The song doesn't have actual words except for fan-written ones.