CHAPTER 2

A/N- This chapter wasn't the best to put together but it came out. The next chapters are going to take a while excuse me if it doesn't show up for a while. I would really appreciate some reviews so I know what to do.

Disclaimer: I do not own Silent Hill.

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James was almost near the town.

Or, at least, he had to have been. He had just passed the Welcome to Silent Hill sign. Jeeze, it was just getting foggier and foggier, it hadn't been like this on the highway to here. He was another highway now, but it was smaller but Silent Hill was also a very small town. No matter how he tried, he could not stop thinking of that girl back in the cemetery, the way she kept looking around her, her sad, brown eyes that had stared at him so suspiciously. He wondered if he would see her again…

Kurclunk. Kurclunk.

James froze on the highway, his heart beating loudly. There it was again! What was it? A uneasy feeling curled in James's stomach. Green eyes darted around the area nervously, trying to find the source of the noise. It seemed to be coming from…all around. James walked forward a bit, not quite knowing what to do. As he moved forward on the road, he saw, a pipe slightly sticking out of the ground.

These pipes go all around under the town. He thought to himself.

Kurclunk. Kurclunk.

The pipe made a slight shuddering movement then…Sspff. Steam darted out of the pipe and curled into the air before vanishing. James, who had been holding his breath, let out a huge sigh of relief then, realizing it was just the pipes making that sound.

Yeah, He snickered to himself. Silent Hill.

James continued walking, but something still seemed very wrong, he couldn't hear anything else. He had thought that as he neared the town, he would at least start to hear people or cars, but there was the only sound of pipes.

Maybe there all just inside today because of the fog. Or I'm not yet close enough.

Still though, the feeling was back, telling him to turn around. But that wasn't an option.

"Mary, I'm coming." He muttered under his breath. A slight wind came in response, like a soft sigh. In fact, it almost sounded like Mary, just like her actually, but James dismissed it, it was only his imagination.

The road James was on led to a small gravel pathway. James broke out in a jog, eager to get into the town with other people and away from the street. Building were starting to become visible to his eye.

Yes!

James felt a smile of relief light up his face. He stopped jogging and walked further into the town where building were clearly visible now, plain regular buildings that James remembered so well. As soon as James walked into the middle of the street though, the smile left his face.

What the hell?

Where was everyone? It was just a…ghost town! James turned around halfway, a puzzled look frozen onto his face. It was like; everyone had just picked up and left. There was no laughing people walking around the side walks, no cars riding up and down the street, not even a bird looking for food remain! Nothing! Where had everyone gone?

James walked forward, feeling a bit sick. His footsteps echoed eerily off the streets. There was no sign over the doors saying closed, nothing to indicate where everyone had gone. They just seemed to leave at last minute. The hairs on James neck bristled. All the store windows stared at him blankly, empty eye sockets. Yet, James couldn't brush off the feeling that he was being watched. Venturing further down the street, his eyes kept darting back and forth, looking for any signs of life.

"What happened?" He muttered to himself. Why would Mary come here?

Coming up ahead was an intersection. James glanced down at his map and saw that it was Sanders and Lindsey intersection. He seemed to be going in the right direction…

The intersection, one of the streets might led him toward Rosewater. Hurrying closer to the intersection, James could just dimly see something glistening on the road.

"Huh?" It was kind of hard to see in the fog, but it was something wet. James hurried closer, squinting against the foggy air. He stepped out into the middle of the intersection and peered at the smudge that covered a chunk of the street.

"Oh my…!"

His lunch seemed to awaken suddenly and threatened him to hold on tight. Blood. Blood was smeared on the street. Just a bright red smear in the fog. "What the…" James jumped back; his heart was thudding loudly in his chest. It suddenly seemed apparent to him that the girl in the cemetery was not crazy. What had made all of this blood?!

In fog, a shadow was hurrying away from the scene. James just barely caught a glimpse of it. A human? They seemed to be limping.

"Hey, wait!" James called as he hurried to catch up with them. "Please, help me! You have to help me!"

If they heard him they didn't show it. The shadow was soon gone into the fog.

James chose to run off after the shadow. Maybe they knew what was going on! James hurried to catch up with them, but they were no where to be seen. He was on a new street now with townhouses lining the sides. If it weren't for the fog, it seemed like a comfortable place to live. James froze and took a moment to look around, appreciating the trees and green grass.

At the side of the street on the grass was a monument. James wandered closer, curious as to what the monument was for.

Remains of swamp

The of land surround

is monument was originally swamp, but

was later fil

Frng ago, Ts was nicknamed Blood Swamp because the ers

Poured the wat sed to wash the exols in here.

Perhaps its fohat many pem to have s

n the area.

James straightened up. Most of the letters were worn or covered in mold. It was kind of hard to read. But still, it looked very interesting. James knew that it must have had something to due with the Blood Swamp which was here before the settlers. Most people didn't know that the entire area had once been sacred and that the peaceful, Toluca Lake had been infamous in the town.

James hurried over to Vachss Road which held many more blood stains. They lead down a smaller path that led away from the street. James didn't want to follow them, but there wasn't much of a choice. Nothing else would satisfy his curiosity. Walking carefully, trying to avoid stepping in the red goop, James made his way down the road, not knowing what to expect.

This just can't be true.

The path led him to a construction site. Certain area were blocked with tape, it looked as though they were, had been, in the process of something big. There was a noise coming from one of the sites. A buzzing noise, very irritating. James walked over to the site blocked off by boards and saw a radio emitting static lying on the table. James crawled under the boards, cursing his lack of flexibility, and picked up the radio laying on the table.

Giving the radio a few shakes, it became clear to James that the radio was busted. He let out a disgusted sigh. Something moved behind him.

James turned around, not prepared for the sight in front of him. A creature, the kind only in nightmares stood from its blood bath. A mutilated human lay in front of it.

James was too shocked to speak as the creature rose.

It has no arms! James mind yelled. Run away!!!

The monster was covered in blood, an extra skin covered up its arms like a straight jacket. A horrible sound arose from its non existent throat as it spotted James and became hungry.

James could only stare at the monster, not believing his eyes. Blindly, he reached behind him, feeling for an exit. Quick! A board snapped off with a nail still poking out. As the monster neared, James knew there was no use to run, there was no time!

Use the board!

Sppfff!

Acid-like air spewed from the monster's mouth. James started top cough, he could feel his knees start to buckle and he just stood there.

Fight!

He couldn't move! He was paralyzed! Panic swept into his throat, terror washed over him. He couldn't die like this! As the monster neared, feeling returned to his temples and knees. His muscles felt so much more flexible. Without another thought, he raised the board over his head and brought it down hard onto the monster's noggin. Blood spurted out of the head, splattered onto the walls. The monster emitted a high noise, like nails on a chalkboard, and fell to the ground, writhing in pain. James hit again, and again, till it had stopped moving and the noise was gone.

James stared down at the monster, his heart pounding loudly in his chest.

What the hell is it? He finally wondered. Is it dead?

He poked it once with his stick, it didn't move. With a sigh of relief, James decided he could turn his back. His hands were shaking so bad, it was hard to just grip the wooden boards to help him get out.

That girl was right. He thought to himself. This town is definitely screwed up.

As soon as he got out, the radio he had placed in his pocket started to buzz again.

"Oh yeah." He murmured as he took it out.

There was static, and then a voice came through. A woman's voice. Their message kept on getting cut off by static.

"James…go…hurr…waiti….no….town…dangerous…sorr…please..."

"What the…?" He murmured as the voice was abruptly cut off by static.

That voice, He thought to himself. It sounded just like Mary.

James waited longer, to see if Mary or whomever had spoken on the radio would come back, but they didn't. Even if it wasn't Mary, they had said his name, they knew him! Were they trying to warn them of the town? It was clear to James that it was defiantly dangerous.

"Oh well. I'm might need it." He placed the radio in his pocket.

After giving the sight one last look around, he decided there was nothing there of interest. He made his way back into town. The image of the monster would not leave his mind; it kept nagging at him, the monster eating the corpse, why? He felt as though there was something he was missing, he had forgotten. Nothing made sense anymore. Dead wives writing letters, an abandoned town, monsters, what was next? Why was he here?

Oh Mary, He thought. Why are you here?

The end of the path was coming up. James ended back onto the street. He thought about leaving the town, but the picture of Mary in his mind kept nagging at him.

Just like in real life. He though grimly then winced, wondering why he was thinking about that. He loved Mary, even though she had nagged at him a bit…

Suddenly, a static started up on his radio.