Silent Hill: The Inner Monster

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By John Priest (Efrit, Noctros, Drake, etc)

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*John's Story*

As John approaches the bridge, his mood becomes dark. He sees ahead that the bridge has collapsed on itself and the remains are now floating at the bottom of the river. He curses at his foul luck, uncertain on what to do. He doesn't wish to follow the map to Midwich because he has this feeling that something bad will go wrong if he does so. This conundrum rakes at his patience like the screeching wail of a child, he finally decides with some hesitation, to explore the town, hoping that he'll find some sort of answer to his dilemma.

As he makes his way towards Bachman Road, he looks around to see if anything of use is in sight. He spots the Food and Liquor store and decides to take a look inside, to make sure that nothing of use is missed. He comes close to the window and puts his face on it, he can see several cabinets full of bottles. He wonders to himself, contemplating what he could do with those bottles. Then it hits him, if he could find some petroleum, some rags, and a thickening agent, like motor oil, he could make some Molotov cocktails. Now if he only had some sort of carrying unit. He can't carry all those bottles inside his jacket, which is almost full by itself with all those healing drinks, notes, ammo, etc. He turns his back to the store and sees the convenience store.

He thinks to himself "Awesome, finally some relief from these arising problems"

He goes near the store and with a push of the door, enters it. Inside is dark, dusty, and seemingly ancient. John's not sure on what he's going to find in here but he searches nevertheless. After searching for several minutes, he comes upon the Misc. Isle. In it, he finds enough petroleum for about 12 bottles. He would be happy that he's find his fuel but he still needs a carrying unit. So, he goes and searches around the main isles. He sighs at his rotten luck and is about to go outside the store when he hears a crash. He goes to investigate and finds several carts turned over. In one, he finds a duffel bag with an object in it. He turns on his flashlight to find a lighter. He turns it on and finds the flame still works, which alleviates his dark mood. He puts the bag's strap across his left shoulder and goes back to the petroleum. He collects it, along with some rags and heads out.

As he leaves, he hears a sound from behind him and looks to see a figure crash through a wall. The figure remains still for several seconds before slowly rising. John's uses his flashlight to see what the figure is. To his shock, the figure is a Charred woman, but this one's belly is rapidly expanding. He grabs the Glock from his inner pocket and points it at the Charred Woman's head. To his disgust, it starts vomiting violently and shakes rapidly, like it was having a seizure. Its belly then reaches its limit and explodes, with a second figure being laid upon the floor. John's expression shows the horror he's feeling as he watches this odd, perplexing event. The Charred Woman just stands back up, as if nothing even happened with its skin re-shaping and healing the wound it had. John points the flashlight towards the figure on the floor and finds a new creature. This creature was born fully grown.

The clearly female body is unlike its parent. This one's body is made of near-perfect composition. The figure stands up and presents itself to John, with a wicked smile upon its face. While the face is human, the body is not. The torso is composed of various things. The breasts are protruding mouths that contain rows of needle-like teeth, perfectly aligned in a circular pattern. A gaping hole lays where its womb would be, John can see a mutilated womb residing in the hole, which on site disgusts him. The monsters crimson hair, human arms, hands, legs, and feet are all that may suggest some human gene in it.

Its mouths all drool with hunger at the sight of John. It leaps with surprising speed, giving John only moments to react. He drops the duffel bag and instantly grabs the Emergency Hammer with both of his hands. Using his knowledge of force, he uses the momentum of a spin to give the hammer a good amount of bone crushing force. John almost is caught inside the monster's grasp, but he manages to have the end of the hammer come at the right time and it hits the monster in her head. Shattering its skull and killing it. Its body lands on the ground, its legs and arms fly around like a rage doll with a moment of twitching, before finally crumpling and going still. The Charred Woman howls in anger and rushes at John. He uses his remaining adrenaline to bring the hammer up and with a powerful, yet surprisingly fast blow. He kills the Charred woman by caving in its charred skull.

John takes several minutes to regain his breath and strength. He's tired of these monsters, but they don't cease to intrigue him. This new one causes him to go into a flash back. A Suppressed memory from the depths of his psyche comes back. His old friend, Chanlia. She was such a sweet girl, but alas she was easily corrupted. When they hit high school, she fell into the wrong crowd and go addicted to something he didn't expect: Sex. She'd have sex with anybody who wished it, she was careful with condoms and such. But she didn't take the possibility of being a mother seriously. So when she was 21, she was knocked up and was a very horrid mother at times. Because not even the pregnancy could stop her from banging someone, she even tempted John himself. He was disgusted and left her, repressing all memories of her so that he wouldn't have to feel any more pain. He learned several months later that she had a bad mis-carriage, which caused her womb to be spit out of her *area*.

She was depressed for days, he wanted to come to her aid but she rejected reality. Eventually she lost her mind when she learned she'd never have a child. Last he heard, she was in an Asylum for the mentally insane. These memories bring tears to his eyes, his old friend. The one he considered a sister, who left him and when she needed him once more, all he could do, was being a petty fool and ignore her pleas of assistance. He drops to his knees and slams his palm into the ground as his tears fall upon the dusty floor. He slowly regains his composure after several moments of self-loathing. He wipes the tears from his face, deciding to move on because he knows, that if she was here now, she wouldn't want him to get himself killed over such a trivial matter. He picks up the bag and the Emergency Hammer, and begins to move on before noticing something in the womb of the creature. He slowly reach's inside the grotesque womb-like area to find a pitcher of Tar. He barely, but surely smiles at his luck and puts it inside the duffel bag. With one last sigh, he heads off to the store.

He arrives at the store a few moments later, he opens the door and goes inside with the glock in his hand. He grabs twelve bottles and quickly rushes back outside to the light. Once he's outside, he remains still for a bit, making sure to be ready for any attack, but relaxes once he feels its safe. He opens the bag and begins the process of making the cocktails. Molotov Cocktails and he have a history, an un-pleasant one. His cousin asked him to make him some cocktails before, he couldn't even imagine what she planned to use them on. She torched a woman alive, and all that woman did was refuse to give her a sweater she wanted. His cousin was sent to jail and the woman spent her last agonizing moments in the hospital. He went to visit because he felt partially responsible and the sight he saw horrified him. She was nearly bone in some areas, charred black bone. She could barely breath and looked pitiful. He couldn't stay long, but he begged her for forgiveness and gave her a prayer. He re-lives this horrid moment for several seconds, its essence raking at his mind. He then lets it go with hesitation. He thinks to himself

"This town, there's something wrong here and knowing my foul luck, this is just a taste of what's to come"

He then remembers the monster he fought in the store, he decides to name it

"The Wanting Mother"

When he has named it, like all the other monsters, he gets up and looks at his map. Deciding that he'll just have to endure the torment it's likely to bring. So with a high amount of caution, he heads off to Midwich, to hopefully find some answers and maybe a way out of this accursed place. Though, even with this goal set, he can't help but wonder.

What else has he been suppressing inside his mind, what else lies inside the nether regions of his sub-conscious?