Part Fifteen

Deja Vú

The walk was long and sort of scenic if the heavy fog hadn't been slouching upon the majestic trees and gently slopping hills. I had my pocket knife out, just incase I had to use it for a quick shank then retreat up Nathan Avenue and towards the Amusement Park. That was the only thing I could really resort to. After a long walk and a few stabs, I finally made it to my destination. I took a step back to gaze upon the neon sign, it's retro design dignifying that it was once a fun place to be. If Silnt Hill wasn't so creepy and hostile as it is, the 'funland' ahead of me would look rather inviting.

But it wasn't like Alessa...or myself and Loki hadn't tried to stop what our 'loving' mother was trying to do. However, we both failed miserably and paid the price for our actions. Loki had been put to the same fate as I did and was trapped in the Otherworld. I blamed myself for what happened to him. He was being possessed but I refused to leave him inside of fleeing without him. After we were caught, I only remember Lisa telling me that he had 'died' while I was kept captive in that horrible room. However, I guess Loki really didn't die. No, the god who favored him would never allow such a thing happen to him.

Even if Loki was begging for death's motherly embrace.

Deciding to leave all those thoughts behind, I began taking the first steps towards entering the amusement park. When I entered the park, it didn't take me long before my stomach began to excruiatelying burn with an intense pain only born from hell. I cried out sharply, crumpling down towards the ground, grabbing at my stomach as if it would help relieve the searing and malicious pain. It also didn't help that I got a terrible migrane and it hurted so bad, I couldn't even keep my eyes open. Chanting filled my ears, and I groaned in more pain. After the chanting faded away, the pain followed suited. I lifted myself up to see the embodied hell that Loki and myself had been tormented and fighting with right infront of my eyes.

I walked forward, finding something familiar about the surroundings. Infact, if I was correct...I would think that I had been here before. Finding many pink rabbits lying around, blood spattered and seemingly lifeless, I gasped. I had a dream about this...and this is the place where I had my first conversation with Loki that didn't involve me yelling and screaming at him. But, it couldn't go the same way as I dreamed it. I already knew who Loki was, and I remembered him clearly. But, I had a prophetic feeling that I was going to go through the same motions as the dream did...except for Loki introducing himself and the whole rollercoaster killing me (I hope).

Walking to the door and going through it, I found myself in the same area and saw the same monsters as I did when I dreamt of it. I however, pulled out my handgun and shot it down, finding relief that I didn't have to worry about it nearly throwing me off a ledge. I continued my way towards the door to the roller coaster to only find it locked. There was a note however, in Loki's spider-like handwriting:

"Dear Heather,

They are here. Douglas and Claudia.

I'm going to go after them. The key to this door is in the gift shop.

He's coming and he isn't too-"

I looked at the note with concern. He seemed to have been interupted by something. I just hoped he was alright. I mean, if he was able to write me a note, he must be aleast somewhere in the park and alright. Taking his advice, I turned to go to the gift shop. I didn't go forward yet, I began to wonder who he meant by "He". It couldn't be Vincent, I was way ahead of him and I don't think he even wanted to come here. Also, Douglas was already somewhere in the Park. Deciding not to think about it anymore, I walked to the gift shop and entered it. It looked rather lonely and I could tell that if this was reality, it would be nice to be.

I looked around, picking up spare supplies here and there. There wasn't much there but I got the things I could actually use. Only a few cases of ammo sat at the register and a health drink near the corner of the room wher the chocolate in tin cans were placed. I sighed, flipping through the bloody and detriating shirts, contemplating what they would have looked like in reality. Thats when a crash shouted in my ear and I turned to see the chocolate tin cans all over the floor. The containers didn't have any chocolate in them (but I doubt you would want to eat anything from this world in the first place) but there was a key. I smiled, this must be the roller-coaster key.

Making my way out of the gift shop, I darted straight for the locked door to see that message had been changed (and there was bloody finger prints on it).

"If you see 'me', run away.

I'm not me. He is.

I couldn't bear the guilt if you go hurt -or killed- again because of me.

Head to the carousel. From there, the church is there.

Claudia is heading there. Go after.

You have to prevent Her birth.

I'm afraid I'm useless now.

I'm so sorry.

I ------"

I looked down, unable to bring myself to think about Loki being killed. I closed my eyes and then my fists. If...if he died trying to help me, I will avenge him and kill that Claudia bitch. I opened my eyes, deciding to find Loki, even if he was being possessed or not. It was the only thing that seemed right.

I unlocked the door, entering the all to familiar area wher I met Loki in the strange dream and actually spoke with him. However, to my dismay, there was a monster massacre. Dead bodies piled upon the grating floor and each other, and most were barely recognizable. It...it almost looked like they were barbarically diced and meniced humans. What could have happened here? Loki only had a shotgun on him, and that couldn't have destroyed those monsters...or humans...like that.

I continued my journey to the rollercoaster, making sure not to get too close to the remains of whatever had been killed. I felt sickened, this had to be the work of some sick monster; no human could have done this. I sighed a breathe of relief when the stair leading to the roller coaster tracks came into view and reach. I ran up the stairs, the bodies now behind me, hoping that by the time I reached the tracks, I would be able to see where the carousel was located. When I was atop and infront of the tracks, I heard a soft humming noise - a sure sign that the rollercoaster was still running. Looking over to see the operating booth and its door open, I walked in and searched for something to turn the rollercoaster off. I did find said on/off mechanism and duely turned it off (and after wording it so fancifully, I thought I could just have alittle more self-pride in doing so). I then went out of the booth and towards the tracks to hear no more purrs of life from the ride; I wouldn't want to die because I got hit by a rollercoaster now did I?

I then pushed the gate aside and proceeded to walk upon the tracks, still hoping to get a 'bird's eye view' of the park. The walk seemed long and when I finally caught glimpse of the carousel, I heard a dreadful noise rise from below my feet. I took an another step forward, alittle shocked that the noise I heard was actually the rollercoaster coming back to life. A distance rumbling noise got louder and louder while a light seemed to race towards me. I felt like my body turned to stone as the rollercoaster itself rapidly came toward me. A breeze caught my body and I suddently reacted, jumping off the side of the tracks in the knick of time. I fainted as I did so, my body hitting something not too far down from where I jumped and an uneasy feeling overcoming me.

It was pitch black, there is nothing to light the surrounding area. I felt a dark presence, a presence so sinister, that if I were to see the source...god knows what would happen to me. Soft empty whispers fluttered about, their words sounded like false promises to a small child. I didn't move from where I stood, this dream alittle creepier than before. As I turned my head to try to even make sense of some of the whispers, a putred smell came. I gagged, it smelled horrible! As if it I were in a burning morgue and the bodies of the dead being dead for years. Metal scraping against another metal filled my tortured eardrums and I gulped. The prensence seemed closer. I turned around, finding that I still only saw the pitch blackness. However, I felt another presence but this one appeared before me as young Loki - his body beaten and his face held several bruises and cuts.

He looked wearily at me before hauntingly singing an old nursery rythme:

"Ladybug ladybug fly away home
Your house in on fire and your children are gone
All except one and that's little Alessa
For she crept under the frying pan"

As he sang, a black figure started to get closer to him, a large knife...or sword at his side and dragging against the ground. He began to burn, his sad expression during into one of a crazed lunatic. His eyes wide open and blood shot, grinning at me toothily. He even began to laugh as the figure rose the sword above the poor child's hand and it raced downwards.

I screamed, unable to keep my open anymore. I covered them, feeling something liquid hit agaisnt me. I knew what it was, and it was just plain out wrong. Was this...was this the 'Him' Loki wrote about in his letter? The 'Him' he seemed so frightened of? I uncovered my eyes to find the present Loki, looking down at his feet. I stepped towards him, unsure of what the hell was going on.

"Heather...Cheryl...Alessa..." Loki muttered, not looking up or even talking to me possibly.

"Loki? What...what the hell is going on?" I stammered, unable to hide my emotions that overwhelmed me at the moment.

"Yellow Goddess...Saint...Salvation..." Loki kept chanting, his head rising only alittle, "I may not have any of it."

I couldn't think of what to say to him, his wierd behaviour telling me that he musn't be the boy I knew.

"Why do you pity them?" His lips mouthed but when he looked at me, I knew it couldn't be him saying such words.

Bloody trails flowed down from his forehead, they making his face look grotesque and his eyes...I...I saw a monster in those once Onyx eyes!

"You're a fool. Humans have forsaken us Holy Mother. None of them deserve a life of a mere rock let alone salvation from suffering and pain." The monster laughed, hate eminating from within those horrible eyes, "Even this boy deserved his punishment. Every Human does."

"Wh-What the hell do you know?! Who are you?" I shouted, taking a few steps back from whatever that thing was.

"You've forgotten my name and my position?" Loki's body spoke, "Hmph. I think you don't deserve to even carry my sister let alone be considered her."

"I don't fucking care! I never asked to carry...this damned god! And I don't think you should be using Loki the way you are!" I snapped, my fists forming and tightening as the figure stared at me and gaffawed.

"Holy Mother, I shall show you why these wastes of flesh should just be used as puppets or elsewise burned one day. You can't tell me you've forgotten the pain that wench put you through?" The demon gleamed, taking a step towards me.

"Leave me alone! Leave Loki alone! You fucking monster!" I shouted at the top of my voice, despite the sudden pain in my stomach and the feeling of nausia coming over me.

I gripped my stomach and took a step backwards, hunching over as the 'Loki' kept coming towards me. "I will kill you one day Lobsel Vith. You will soon see that no one can save you from your punishment. Not any of those pathetic sinners you call followers, nor this foolish prisoner of mine."

With that, I finally felt like I had died in a horrible way. I was on the verge of tears, unable to handle anymore of this dream or to better call it...a nightmare.

I felt my head pound like it had been ran over with a monster truck several times. It took me a moment to finally open my eyes and find myself in the amusement park. I looked around, I must have fallen on the booth bellow the tracks I jumped off of. Thinking back to what I saw from the tracks, I was by the Haunted Mansion ride that I needed to go through to get to the carousel. I sighed, pushing myself safely off the booth and heading towards the wooden gate door.

Even if that dream was probably a warning, I couldn't give in to finding Loki. Even...even if that thing that is possessing him says other wise, I'll save him. He tried saving me and still is and I can't lose hope now. I was too close to revenge and stopping this twisted god from being borned.

A/N :: Yaaay! I've finally got this chapter done! I've introduced alittle bit more of whom is tormenting Loki and has been one of the driving forces that has caused him to want to help Heather out so bad. Also, Lobsel Vith is the Yellow Goddess and the god that "The Order" has been trying to summon and usher in salvation. If you know whom is possessing Loki, I swear, I'll do something for you within reason. Within Reason being the key word.

Also, the nursery rythme that Younger Loki sings before being slaughtered is "Ladybird, Ladybird, Fly Away Home". The girl's name was originally Ann...but I changed it to fit the Silent Hill plot more so.

Source of NR "Ladybird" : /musicouching/10-popular-nursery-rhymes-that-are-incredibly-depressing-terrifyingly-violent-and-disturbingly-tragic-for-children/

Also, I am going to be quite busy for a while. I will update whenever I can and the next chapter is going to go through the Berling Haunted Manor, a glimpse at the childhood of Loki, Heather finding Douglas, and finally an important boss battle and the start of the last stage...the Church!

Thank you all you faithful readers who I see still read this despite my lazy-assness! Thanks again!

~Blood-Stained Marionette