"Okay…here you go."

Luis set down a slim stack of papers on the counter in front of Ada. "You know, you could have found this all yourself. I'm about to have my ass fired if I don't get back to work." Ada looked up and smiled sweetly. "What? And have the talents of a brilliant researcher go unused?"

Luis chuckled. "You got me there, Chica." He absently reached into his pocket, knowing that nothing would be there, but never giving up hope that a smoke would magically appear in his pocket. He scowled. Out of all the things Luis ha to give up, smoking was one of the smaller sacrifices. The two were standing in Luis's small kitchen. He had moved into the apartment less than a week before. Evidence of this was shown through the cardboard boxes still strewn through rooms and unopened containers. Although Ada really liked Luis, she felt a little odd being in his apartment, his own personal space. After his 'death' in Spain, the Los Illuminados had tried to burn all of the scientist's possessions. What little Ada had had saved were hung or placed around the apartment.

It had only been one week before, but it seemed more like one decade. That nightmare had ended, but which one was beginning now? Ada had asked Luis to dig up more info on Silent Hill. The work needed for Wesker could wait, if it should be worked on at all. Ada figured she probably could have found it all herself, but Luis was more experienced at that stuff than she was. Plus, she just felt better if Luis didn't go to work. Wesker was probably suspicious of Luis just because he hung around Ada. Actually, Luis knew nothing of Ada's plan to betray and leave Wesker, but Wesker was probably aware of it. Ada wasn't blind, she knew that Wesker's trust in her had hit zero, but work came before trust for Wesker, and she was his best damn spy.

And Krauser…She thought grimly.

"I really appreciate you doing this." She sighed, absently straightening out the pack of papers. "I really do…I know it was…a lot…"

"It was fun." He shrugged. "Like the old days. Besides, found some really interesting stuff." Pause. "That place is screwed up."

"In what way?"

Luis gestured toward the papers. "These papers will tell you."

Ada nodded and picked up the first one, a basic sketch of the towns history. It wasn't very long, nor did lend her much information for the present. Before settlers arrived in the town, the original inhabitants, presumably Native Americans lived in the area where the town is currently located. They use to perform odd rituals in the area in attempts to talk to the deceased. They believed the area was sacred, and named it Place of the Silenced Spirits. The article went on to say about the town's growth, abandonment, and re-growth. Nothing was very interesting. Ada looked up.

"This doesn't tell me much."

"No, but…" Luis pulled out another sheet of paper and placed it in Ada's hands. "I found this. Anything sound familiar?"

Ada looked down at the longer article, and began to read. It was an internet source from some crap looking website. Amazing how dull life could be.

Since the early history of man, religion has been a major process in the growth of humanity. While major religions that have been in existence since the beginning and are still widely practiced today (Christianity, Judaism, Buddhism, Baptism…) many smaller religions now mostly forgotten, once were homes to people's faith. Among the most unknown and interesting was The Order. The Order's roots began in the area now known as Silent Hill where they never really spread. The Order was in existence before it had been established as a cult. Long before the town was in existence, natives of the area used the area and lake as sacrificial grounds, this presumably included human sacrifices. It is believed that some of the original founders of The Order were the area natives, along with the settlers. The Order's belief seems to be a mix of Judaism, Christianity, and beliefs of the natives. Also, the Jewish Kabbalah seems to be intercepted into the religion, although this is not certain. The cult's main deity is not fully known. Although it is mainly thought of as being a g-d like figure, it has also been called a demon. It is not clear on whether this being is suppose to be a male or female, as it is referred to either way. Interestingly enough, beliefs in the cult seem to have changed over a period of time. Whether this is to encourage more people to join or the cult honest beliefs differ is unknown. One thing has never change; human sacrifice has been with the cult since the beginning. Within this that the most interesting of sacrifices arises. In most cases, human sacrifices are offering for a g-d to keep to ensure their satisfactory and help. In this case, sacrifices are not for the happiness of It, but the birth of this deity. The cult strongly believes that this deity can reborn through the right vessel (A female.) into the real world and will bring both judgment day, and absolute paradise. While this sounds nice, it is hear that the line between g-d and devil starts to crack. The chosen 'mother' for this occasion, while pregnant with the deity, must be kept in pain and agony to nurture the life inside. It seems a bit odd that a deity that feeds of this agony is the true bringer of paradise, none the less, this belief is practiced. For more info, go to …

Well, this nice, but why am I reading it? Ada shot Luis a puzzled look. "Yes?

Luis drew forth another piece of paper, this time photocopies of newspaper articles. He set them out on the counter individually, dividing up each one so they weren't touching. He glanced up at Ada's skeptical gaze. "These were all from the sixties," He said, indicating the speck marked papers. "Each one in the areas around Silent Hill, Ashefield, Brahms, and Pleasant River. They are all in Portland and within an hours drive from each other." Luis paused, straightening out an article.

Ada scanned each newspaper, slowly rotating over everyone. . They were all on the page, sometimes just a small article occupying some corner, sometimes the full page. Each one had a picture along with it. Missing. Girl Goes Missing in Pleasant River. Police Baffled. Missing Girl Case Closes. Ada counted over a dozen missing children within a two year span, all within fifty miles of each other. Eight female girls, none of them over twelve.

"Sound familiar?

Ada looked up. "Excuse me?"

"The children-female children."

Ada stared at him blatantly. "You're the scientist."

Luis made another pocket-gesture, scowled, and pushed back his dark locks instead. "Do you remember the bodies in the lab?"

Ada made a silent gasp, her flying to her wine-colored mouth. "You mean that's them?" She jabbed a finger at the articles. Luis nodded, his eyes bright. "How-"

"I think we've solved a nearly half a decade old mystery, chica."

"That's awful."

"That's not the best part." Luis paused, glancing over his shoulder, a slight detect of paranoia on his high-cheek boned face. "Ah." He looked back at Ada. "All of the bodies had unborn fetuses in them. All of the fetuses were deformed, they probably wouldn't have made it anyway, and they were just as burnt as the bodies, even though they were inside. They weren't apt to survive."

"Oh." Ada frowned. "I thought females couldn't conceive that young."

"They usually can't. But the fetuses don't look like they were conceived sexually, and I doubt it was done asexually." He added, a slight bit of humor hanging off the words.

"So…how did it end up in their wombs?"

Luis shrugged. "Can't tell, but," He gestured toward the article about The Order. "Some theories are being strewn out."

Ada held his stare with disbelief. "You can not be serious."

"Si."

"Your saying," She paused, her finger tips dancing on the side of her arm." That those girls in the lab are human vessels for a g-d?"

"Or demon." He added lightly.

"I find that a bit hard to believe."

"Me too," Another pause. "But they aren't right. Those fetuses are entirely malformed; it's hard to differentiate it between a human and an animal! It…it makes no sense. I've never seen something like it before. We're all baffled."

"Okay," The Asian woman said sarcastically. "So its baby little g-ds in the lab"

"I didn't say they were g-ds." Luis said plaintively. "I just said that they don't look normal. Maybe not that, but they defiantly are not completely human. I don't know what that cult thought they were doing, or implanting in these girls, maybe not a g-d, but something else. I'm willing to believe in scientific advancement, they found some way to impregnate people through…a way I've never heard of. Maybe they called it 'magic'."

Ada nodded, seeing his theory. "Why did they all die?"

"The fetuses? That's easy…none of the girls were suitable to carry children."

"Why?" Ada asked, putting her hands down. Suddenly, she felt very pissed off the jackass who was instigating this. "Why after all these years? Who would've put those bodies on the side of the road?"

"That's what I was wondering too. Think about it, if Wesker hadn't been the first to find them, who would have?"

Ada shrugged. "Who ever was there."

"Right. If any other person had found them, they would have called police, the media would be alerted. Without a doubt, police would start exploring the town again, along with curious spectators. That's what would happen. I don't think they left those bodies on the side of the road out of carelessness."

"They meant for them to be found." Ada said softly.

Luis nodded. "Yeah." He pushed away, and began to busily get a drink, his hands were shaking.

"How's your chest?" Ada asked abruptly, surprising herself with the question. She hadn't even realized she had asked it.

Luis shrugged. "It's a pain, but, like I always say, better off dead…" He took a tentative sip of the water. "Its makes me wonder," He continued. "If they are luring people to the town on purpose…for some reason…"

Same Day, Sunderland Residence

James Sunderland was sitting in the living room when the doorbell rang. The first thought to cross his mind was: Laura forgot her key.

Getting to rising position, James stretched, thinking how even at barely middle age, the smallest of tasks seemed more tiring than usual. James Sunderland had never possessed been a particularly cheerful man, but that day, he found himself humming. This was rare these days.

Something was not quite right, this only added to his list of worries. Laura was acting strange, sullen quiet, James wondered why this was. Laura was his only family, having lost his wife…years ago…Mary…her name had been Mary. Whenever anyone asked how she had died, James said it had been the disease. It wasn't a lie, that's what James told himself that.

Thirteen years ago, Mary Sunderland was stricken ill with a fatal disease. Despite attempts, she was dying, and neither she nor James could help. The disease deformed her, physically and mentally. She became bitter, resentful, frightened. She begged to die, but at the same time, was terrified of it. They both knew she needed to die; it would put a stop to her pain, and James's pain. Three years later, James Sunderland smothered his wife to death with a pillow, never crying once. It hadn't been bad; he had no remorse, because for all purposes, Mary had died three years earlier, before the infection had spread, the day she learned she had been marked for death. She had died, crying, in James's arms after they were told the news, and form then on, someone else took over Mary's body, someone bitter, someone cruel.

He hadn't done it out of spite.

He loved Mary, he still did.

She had been in so much pain.

James had lied to himself after killing Mary, making he believe that he hadn't killed her; she really had died three years before. Then Mary sent him a letter, beckoning him to Silent Hill. He had gone, but he found hell instead of Mary. Guilt, depression, suicide.

It's easier just to run.

He hadn't been the only one; there had been Eddie Dombrowski, and Angela Orosco. Both had killed in cold blood, but neither was a murderer. They all had their reasons, the insane always made up excuses. Eddie had died at James's hand, and Angela died at her own. She descended a burning staircase until James could no longer see her. He didn't know what had happened after that. They had all been there for the same reason; the town had called them…

That's where James had met Laura. An eight year-old who knew Mary, and had gone to Silent Hill looking for her. She learned James had killed Mary, yet, she never mentioned it to James again. Never after all these years. At first she had been mad, but then, he didn't know…She knew James had killed Mary, she never knew how, for all she knew, it had been an accident, an indirect murder.

She was only eight. She didn't understand murder's true intent! She never understood. She probably forgot. Oh g-d, please let her forget.

James had adopted Laura for Mary, but now, ten years later, he loved Laura as his own, and was proud of her. He wanted her to have the best. Laura only deserved to be happy, to be loved. Mary would have wanted that.

I miss you, baby.

James made it to the front door, unbolted the lock, and opened it. "Laura, what did-" He stopped short when he saw it was not Laura at the door, but a man, a tall man wearing black sunglasses. James looked in surprise.

Cops?

A twinge on unease in the stomach area. He had tried to run all these years, from no one, James Sunderland had disappeared long ago, with his wife.

"I'm here for your daughter, Mr. Sunderland." The man said in a cordial, deep voice. A black van was apparent behind him parked at the curb. James glanced from the van, back to the man. He was tall, a few inches taller than James, dressed entirely in black. Fair hair was gelled back neatly. His aristocratic face bore no emotion. He also had a gun holstered to his well-muscled thigh.

"Wh-what?" James stuttered, gripping the door. Shut it! Shut the door!

The man forcibly opened the door a bit wider. "Where's Laura, Mr. Sunderland?"

James took a step back. "What do you want from her?" He asked, spluttering. "Get off my property!" An unwise thing to say to an armed man, but he seemed to find it amusing.

"Very well," The man agreed. "As soon as I have Laura."

James balled his hands into fists. "You won't touch her." He said through clenched teeth.

The man laughed as though James were telling him a joke. "What will you do, if I do?" He asked, he voice dropping. "I'm in no mood to argue here. I'd be just as happy to tip the police of your whereabouts." He paused. "And your wife's."

James was silence a second, than he lunged forward, his face red with anger. James brought up his fist as though to hit the man. The man, undaunted, grabbed he fist, and flipped Sunderland over. James landed hard on his back. He opened his mouth in pain, grabbing his back and writhing on the floor.

Wesker walked over him, glaring down with impatience. "I'm warning you Mr. Sunderland, I'm not the man you want to mess with. Tell me where your daughter is."

James grimaced, rubbing his spine. He tried to get up on his elbows, only to slip. "Sh…she's not h…here." He said at last, talking through great breaths. Wesker only scowled beinding over the man. "P…please…" James begged, cradling on his side with his crushed back. "L…leave her…alone…leave Laura…ou-outta this." Wesker leaned at his side, and hissed into his ear.

"Don't worry, I am. You'll do just fine."

James sensed the danger, and was immediately on his feet. He tried to run to a phone, but Wesker grabbed his shoulder roughly, turning him around.

"No!" James cried out, struggling madly. As strong as he was, this man's grip was unbearably tight, unhuman.

James thrashed out, fumbling madly for a vase on the table. Before Wesker could see, he smashed the vase over the other man's head.

Wesker did not react, only stared stonily at James. James scoffed when Wesker did not fall, or show any indication of pain. Wesker smirked. "You truly try my patience, Mr. Sunderland." With that, he brought a fist up, and rammed it down on James's skull. James felt limp in Wesker's arms, a line of blood flowing from his crown.

Wesker tossed James over his shoulder as though he weighed nothing, and carried him out to the waiting black van.