I do not own Resident Evil, Leon, Ada, Luia, Wesker, or Ashley. They are the work of Capcom.
I do not own Silent Hill (I wish I did though) Laura, Amy, Ernest, Cheryl, James, Mary, Claudia, Angela, the nurse demon, or the town. (i will be mayor someday though.)
I do own the Ashley-demon, the one on the streets, and the Umbrella scientists. I also own Cafe Rouge
"Hey, you okay?"
Leon parted his mouth, sucking in fresh, untainted air. His head was spinning, and a horrible pain erupted in his arm as soon as he moved it. The moment before he passed out was blurry for him, he remembered…was it someone screaming? A man…Baldwin? Pressing his fingers against his head, Leon sat up, blinking sleepily as if in a daze. A wooden bench was beneath him, and he was outside, though he hadn't been before. Suddenly, he remembered everything. "Shit." He looked around him, searching for the house. Fog obscured his vision badly, or was it smoke. "Shit," He repeated, turning his gaze to the owner of the voice. "What happened?"
The owner, a woman not much older than thirty, shrugged, looking at him with faint worry and confusion. "I just found you like this."
Leon shook his head in wonderment, sitting up straighter. He hadn't been along this way yet. "I was up in an attic," He explained. "There was a man, name was Baldwin. There was this little girl too-"
The woman's eyes lit up at the mention of the girl. "Little girl? Did she tell you her name?"
"Amy." Leon said, surprised by her outburst. The woman's face fell.
"Is there a fire?" Leon asked her when she hadn't said anything. "I smelt it, Amy…" His eyes widened, Leon jumped up. "She was caught in the fire! So was her father!"
The woman returned his excited gaze with sullen melancholy. "Fire?" She asked dubiously.
Leon nodded, but the woman shook her head. "There's no fire here. I would have smelt it by now."
Leon sucked in air obediently, finding that he, too, could not smell anything. But the memory was so real. He could still here Amy screaming, her father rambling. "I did smell it." He insisted. "I heard it too. Right now, their caught in it!"
"Who?"
"Amy and her father! The people who live in that mansion."
"I'm sorry," The woman said softly. "The mansion? I passed by there. Nothing was wrong with it." She shrugged at the sight of Leon's confusion. "This town," She began. "Is known to play tricks on you. Just because you saw someone, doesn't mean they were really there."
"Do you know what's happening?" Leon asked.
"Why are you here?" The woman asked, purposely evading the question. The sharpness of her tone told Leon to drop it for now.
"Names Leon." Leon replied. "I was driving to Silent Hill for vacation, but ended getting in a wreck. Someone moved me over to the hospital."
"Oh," The girl replied. "I'm sorry to hear that."
A look of obvious distress came over her face; the girl clenched her fingers to her palms and strode forward a few feet, facing the street. Her gaze lifted upward, and she just stared at the fog, an unreadable expression on her face. Leon moved toward her, stopping a few feet behind her. "Mind telling me your name?"
"Are you a cop?" The girl asked icily.
Leon, an ex-cop, shrugged off the familiar question. He was asked it a lot, but wasn't quite sure why. It probably had to do with the commanding sound of his voice, like he was in charge. "I use to be," He offered.
The woman crossed her arms and sighed. "Sorry," She said. "I'm just having a rough time. My names Cheryl. Mason."
Cheryl was tall, slim woman. Her blonde hair was cut short in a shag bob with bangs hanging slightly over her right eye, which was large and hazel. Freckles dotted her cheeks. She finally turned back to face him, a gun prominent in her hand. In her pocket was a bulge that Leon was familiar enough with to know it was a switch blade. She had a flashlight, similar to his, fastened on her shirt.
"Do you know where anyone else is?" Leon asked her. She shook her head.
"Not unless you count the monsters." She laughed dryly, but it sounded more like a sob.
"Why are you here?"
Cheryl sucked in her lip, struggling not to cry. A tear escaped out of the corner of her eye, she swatted it away. "I'm looking for my child." She said. "My daughter. She's just turned seven, long blonde hair. Please, have you seen her?" She looked hopefully at Leon. Her voice, choked with sadness, was also incredibly bitter. Leon shook his head regretfully.
"I have to find her." Cheryl said, walking away.
"Wait," Leon said. "Where are looking for her?"
She turned and looked at him. "I'm going to the church first." She said, sounding completely sure of herself. "There's a short cut through the amusement park."
"Have you tried the school?" He asked.
Cheryl frowned. "Why would she be there?" She demanded.
Leon hesitated, remembering the message on his radio. School…darkness…BURNING. "Well," He said. "I know someone's there."
"If you find her," Cheryl said, walking away again. "Please, bring her to me." She began to walk away in the fog.
"Don't you want me to come with you?" Leon offered. Cheryl shook her head.
"Its best if I do this alone." She said. "I don't need to drag you into this. Besides, I don't want an ex-cop seeing me murder someone." She attempted a smile, but it was hollow. She was probably serious.
Leon sighed, looking up and down the street. A sudden thought occurred to him. "Hey," He called out to Cheryl. "How do you know she's at the church?"
Cheryl was too far ahead to hear.
8:23 p.m., same day, laboratory.
Wesker stood at the foot of the table, a light frown playing on his lips. His black glasses reflected off all the light in the bright room, making it impossible for anyone to see where his gaze was pointed at. Several scientists stood around the operating table. A horrible stench came forth from the subject laying there, but Wesker remained emotionless, his arms crossed in front of him and his back perfectly erect.
The scientist felt intimidated by what he was. In a odd way, Wesker seemed to be the sculpture of icy perfection. He stood tall, he never showed emotion, and he never lost the icy aura about him, as though he were an ice sculpture come to life. No ice sculpture could do what Albert Wesker had done. As inhumane as he was, the scientist had to admit, he was a genius.
"Why did you call me here?" His tone wasn't annoyed; it was flat, monotone, as usual. Just asking, no curiosity what so ever. What do you want?
Each of the scientists glanced at each other, preparing for what was coming next. On the operating table sat a large container, plenty big enough for a full grown human. Grimacing, each of the scientists began to lift the container, a horrible smell leaking from the edges. It hit the room hard; burnt hair and flesh mixed with mold and decay.
"Gah," The scientist wrinkled his noise.
Each of the scientists was struggling not to gag; instead, they took out scented handkerchiefs and began to breathe into them. Wesker was the only one who seemed unaffected by it. He actually removed his glasses and bent forward, the unnatural color of his eyes gleaming.
A burnt corpse, a child by the looks of it, stared up at him blankly. The burns made it almost impossible to determine the sex.
"The subject was found on the outskirts of Silent Hill." A scientist reported. "Someone must have dumped the body there, than drove off."
Wesker nodded, a slow smile playing on his lips. It was going to be a long night. "Has an autopsy been performed?"
"Yes."
"Did you find anything out?"
"Come here." The scientist began to lead him away from the group, into an adjoining room where they performed the autopsy. The autopsy room smelled strongly of alcohol, not death like you'd think. The table where the recent autopsy had been was scrubbed clean. The scientist produced a cooler form under the cabinets, and pulled it open. Wesker leaned forward to get a glimpse of the contents. What he saw made him suck in a sharp breath; his eyes began to glow again.
"Part of the stomach contents?"
"Yes." The scientist announced. "A failed fetus."
8:23, same day, Café Rouge
Ada nervously tapped the table top with her manicured nails, occasionally checking the café door where people were pouring in and out. It was a small café located downtown that was too popular for its size. Ada was smashed all the way in the back, which was fine for her, as she did not want to be seen by any other employee, or her boss.
Happy chatter drifted around the café, the sound of clinking coffee cups and smell of desert and food calmed Ada down a bit. She closed her eyes, and took a deep breathe, wondering what it was like to lead an ordinary life. To have no nightmares while you were awake, to have a ordinary, if not boring, job, and to have friends that you've known since you were twelve. Ada would never know that.
Downtown was a popular hangout for the college crowd, and couples. Swapping out her expensive red dress for a pair of dark jeans and a gray, cashmere sweater, Ada blended in just fine. The spy watched a couple, a few feet away, drinking coffee happily. Neither of them were talking, just sipping, and passing each other shy, cute smiles from time to time. The boy, who had long blond hair, made Ada think of Leon. She wondered where he was, what he was doing. He was more a fascination to her than a crush. Six years ago, he had been a rookie cop, naïve, and a little dim headed, and entirely adorable. Just a kid. Six years could do a lot for a person, she supposed. So when she first saw him, being carried out of a cabin unconscious with Luis, it had made her heart stop, her head reel. His hair had been much lighter, his body much more toned, but it was him. No longer a boy, a man. His attitude had become commanding, she was impressed by…everything he did, everything he had become.
Ada slid lower into her seat. She felt bad for leaving him on the island with Ashley before it blew up. But she had had no choice. She gave him a escape route dammit, she had no intention of him dying. She had wanted him to live. It would make her happy just knowing he was out there. Ada was not a romanticist; she was tired of getting involved with jerks who spoke with their muscles and not their heads. Leon probably wasn't any better anyhow.
When she glanced up next, Luis was entering the café. Dressed casually in black pants and a button up gray shirt, Ada thought he looked healthier than she'd seen him.
"Hey," She greeted, with a smile as Luis struggled around a chair occupied by a college student. The girl tried to unsuccessfully pull in her chair more, Luis squeezed his way through, offering the girl sly apologetic smile before seating himself. "Ay yie yie," He commented. "It's as crowded as hell."
"I think this is my first time seeing you out of the lab since you woke up from the dead." Ada said.
"It feels like it's the first time I've been." Luis chuckled.
"Are you finished moving in?"
"Wasn't much to move. Half of my stuff was in the village before it got cleaned out."
"Ouch." Ada grimaced. "I'm sorry."
"It wasn't anything important. Just research I spent years collecting that was the jewel of my work that I ended up despising." He lapsed into a silence. "It was once a very beautiful village. The village was half my stuff, it held my fondest memories."
"Luis…I'd like to hire you to research something for me." Ada said, skipping to the point.
Luis frowned, and leaned in closer with his chair. "Oh?"
"It's a town. Silent Hill. I doubt you've heard of it. It's abandoned right now. I've searched, but haven't found much. You know a lot more about that topic than I do."
"Uh huh." Luis stirred his coffee with a spoon. "Why?"
Ada straightened up, and looked around to make sure she knew no one, before turning back to Luis. "I'm not interested in the town." She said is low voice. "Wesker is."
"Ah." Luis said, his eyes widening
Ada nodded. "Today, a girl came to see him. Her name was Laura Sunderland. I don't know what Wesker wanted with her, I don't think she knows either. She has some connection to the town. Wesker sent me away to talk to her privately. She was upset when I saw her again. Whatever Wesker spoke to her about much have really gotten to her. She's just a kid."
"So," Luis pondered out loud. "What do you think he wants?"
"I have no idea." Ada admitted. "But I want to know. It can't be good. Besides, there's something about Laura, I want to help her. She's a bit of a brat, but, I feel sorry for her."
"When did all this happen?"
"This afternoon. That's not all. I swiped a manila folder from him, and read it. They were missing reports on two girls. A girl named Angela and a girl named Claudia. Both vanished without a trace, and their bodies were never found. I checked up their cases on the internet. I found stuff about Angela, but I could only find bits and pieces on Claudia. I had to hack into the files."
"What did you find?"
"Claudia lived in Silent Hill. Her father was some religious nut who helped run this church. Nothing at all interesting. She was reported missing by an anonymous caller one day. No one ever found her. Then there was Angela. She was raised in Portland, her mother died when she was a young girl. Her father often got into trouble with the cops. On the same day she was reported missing, her father was found dead in the kitchen from stab wounds. Her mother was buried, and from, Silent Hill."
Luis let out a low whistle. "Whoa. That's strange. So, why do you think Wesker is interested in these two?"
Ada began to tap her nails again, frowning. "I don't know."
The two lapsed into a silence. Luis was nursing his coffee, looking over Ada's head at the wall, a peculiar expression on his face. "I wonder who reported Claudia missing." He said out of the blue.
Ada shrugged, glancing at her watch and realizing how late it was becoming. "So, will you find out what you can about the town?"
Luis nodded, leaning back in his chair. His eyes traveled over to the next table where a attractive girl was sitting with her friends. They were smiling at him. He returned the smile charmingly. Ada rolled her eyes and snapped her fingers. "Luis, will you?"
"I already said yes!" H protested. "But what kind of stuff do you want me to look for?"
"Anything odd. Missing cases, murders, history, etc…"
"Mierda, senoritta. I'm a scientist, not a history graduate."
Ada smiled and patted his hand. "Don't worry; it's just like conducting a science fair project. What's the weirdest out the weird of that town?"
Luis scowled into his coffee cup. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, just like a eighth grader again."
I'm really sorry if this is still confusing. I'm trying not to make it be, especially for peopler who haven't actually playd silent hill or don't know the storyline.
