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Nightmare of Silent Hill Entry 01

By: Kileka



To all the Silent Hill fans out there. Also I would like to thank, Josh, my editor.

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"I keep having the same nightmare, with the same monsters, in the same place. I've had these dreams since I can remember. They come often, sometimes two or three times a month. My parents have taken me to psychologists and doctors but it never helped. The kids would pick on me in grade school and my parents would call me deranged behind my back. I've always felt so alone and helpless.

The psychologists always described me as an anti-social, shy, quiet girl. I suppose they're right. I have an eating disorder, which they blame on society. I blame it on the dream. Sometimes I look at myself in the mirror and wonder if the guys want to touch me even though they call me a freak. My body is beautiful, small, skinny, and pale. It's my face. I hate my face. My eyes always have dark circles under them and look desperate, desperate for answers. 'Can anyone understand?'

It always starts on a road where the fog is so thick you can barely see five feet in front of you. Behind me, the road is broken off into a bottomless ridge. I can't see the bottom or the other side. I move forward, running, only to come to a sign that says: Welcome to Silent Hill. I keep moving until I enter the town. All of the buildings are abandoned and falling apart. I keep moving, not bothering with most of them. I reach the steps of a church. That's when I start hearing the whispers of little alien voices of different tones saying strange things. I double over from the pain in my head. 

... Her... the god... claim them... save us... GOD... must kill... 

I look up to see a cute little girl with white hair smiling at me. The town is changing. The sky is black. Shadows surround us. Red light comes from the church. Then I notice the thing behind the girl. It is at least 7 feet tall, dressed in dirty white and covered in blood. It also has a cone-shaped covering over its head. It points at me. The scenery changes putting me on a blood covered altar, completely nude. A monster that looks like it's covered entirely in gauze is at my head. It's holding my arms down as the red monster undoes the cloth around its waist. The enormous discolored bulging cock-like thing underneath causes me to start pleading. I start screaming and thrashing as it poises its excessive meat against my pussy lips.

And that's usually about when I wake up. I'm sweating and panting. Sometimes I go puke in the toilet afterwards. Sometimes I masturbate. I bring the blanket up to my face and touch myself. It's sick. 'What kind of person am I to get turned on by that?'

I want to know why I keep having these dreams. 'Are they just a figment of my imagination or something more?' The strange thing is a town in West Virginia is named Silent Hill. I looked it up. All I could find were newspaper articles about fires and natural disasters that hit the town.

I feel drawn to that town. 'Why do the dreams keep coming back?' I'm going during spring break of my University, which isn't that far from now. Maybe then I'll get some answers. 

_______________________

I started driving Saturday morning, hoping to get there by nightfall. I brought a small backpack with some clothes, some stupid little health drinks, a flashlight, batteries for the flashlight, my cell phone and my wallet. I'll probably get a hotel room once I get there. I made a stop at a gas station and then entered the road into the town. 

But as I got to the sign that said: Silent Hill 3 miles, it seemed a fog was coming in. I turned on my headlights and drove slow. After a few minutes, the radio started fretting, making weird squeals and static. The fog was becoming so thick, I could barely see over the hood of my car. I pulled over and got out. It was still light out but you couldn't see the sky because of the fog. It looked like I was going to have to do the rest by foot. I heard a weird crumble and turned around. I looked down at a bottomless gorge and couldn't see the other side. Just like in my dream. I crouched down. The rock looked like it just fell off, jaggedly. It worried me but there were other roads out of town. 

I stood up and moved along the road. After a while, I saw it. The sign: Welcome to Silent Hill. It was exactly like in my dream. 'Shit... Shit. This can't be happening.' I got really shaky but kept moving forward. I have to stay away from the church and the little girl. I kept walking for what seemed like forever before I came to the Historical Society. Maybe I could get a map and something to drink.

There were no outside lights, and it seemed dark inside. 'Are they closed?' I went up to the door and knocked, just in case. Nothing. I tried the door and it was open. I went inside, feeling really nervous. 'This is trespassing or something illegal.' But the door was open. To the right, there was a reception area. There was a directory to the left and a couple books on the counter. The strange thing was it was completely silent. I yelled, "Is anybody here?" No answer. Then I spotted a map of the town on the wall in the room with the counter. I had to find a way into that room. There were two other doors in the room, one unmarked and one saying Employees Only. 'Heh, heh, I wonder.' The door was unlocked so I went in. It looked like a break room or something similar. There were tables and lockers and a soda machine. I stuck a coin in and got a soda. 'Yay, sugary refreshment.' There are two doors in the room and I went through the nearest. 

The pain in my head immediately pounded me. Then the whispers... kills... kill... must kill... KILL... I straightened and saw the source. 'What is it?' It looked human, kind of. It had no face or arms. Actually, the arms looked like they're inside the flesh. It was less moving and more writhing. It spat a black liquid, which I narrowly dodged. The liquid burned the door behind me, leaving a hole. 'What the hell?!' I looked around for a weapon desperately. It appeared I'm in the tour room demonstrating Silent Hill's history. There are pictures of settlers on the walls and plaques with writing. 'Come on!' Then I saw it. I pounced over to it and yanked the flag out of its holder. I tore the small flag off of the short flagpole. I poised as the thing lumbered closer. I lashed out with the pseudo pole-arm. It hit and knocked it back. In a rush of adrenaline, I proceeded to continuously beat it. Black blood sprayed the walls and me. It fell to the floor and I kicked it a couple of times to be sure. I wiped my face with my sleeve and went back to the break room. 

I was panting, on edge and in shock at that point. I went through the other door, tensing as soon as I opened the door. I checked the room thoroughly before entering. I proceeded and realized I'm in the reception counter room. I yanked the map off the wall and grabbed a pen. I spotted a bloody note on a desk and picked it up. 

All this shit recently about a cult. Fuck them. Why is this place so cursed? They say that one house down on Levin St. is haunted. Who knows these days? 

I circled the houses on Levin St. 'I'll go check it out, just in case.' I also decided to take the flagpole with me just in case there were anymore of those things around. 'What was that thing? What's going on here? Man, I'm getting out of here as soon as I can. Why am I staying after that?' There's something wrong with this place."

Nightmare of Silent Hill Entry 02



First, I would like to thank all the fans of the series for being so patient .I hope it doesn't disappoint. I promise the third entry won't take so long. I have also done light editing on the first installment for some detail clarification. Second, as a warning, this segment has some harsh and even disgusting material in it. If you are opposed to rape and the like, I recommend you read tentatively. Older Alessa and Zoë are about 18-19 years old and so the Elementary School from the first game has been changed to a high school to reflect this. Third, Lord Raven wrote the Piano Puzzle Poem, for the series under permission and his work is mostly unpublished. So praise and love be to him. Fourth, thanks to my editor Josh for his undying support and harsh cynicism. Read on and enjoy, Kileka.

Ties of the Tormented 

"'How will I find this house?' That is my first thought as I wandered Nathan Street. I clutched my flagpole with shaking, sweaty palms, keeping it ready for more of those monsters. I took a moment to check my maps. Unfamiliar with them, it took me a few moments to realize I was on the wrong side of the lake. Being in South Vale where the Historical Society was, when I wanted to be in Old Silent Hill, which was on the north side. I memorized that I had to follow Nathan Street up the west side to Sanford St. Once I got there, which estimating its distance at about a mile, which would take me awhile, I'd check my maps again. 

I trudged along, my nerves heightened as though I was waiting for something to come out and eat me. I eventually made my way to Sanford St. Amazingly; I wasn't attacked once in my march there. I checked my maps again, remembering to pass Lakeside Amusement Park to Midwich St. Another long trek through the foggy streets pushed my nerves. 'Great, I'm in a strange town all alone with a bunch of monsters that want to kill me.' Then, an awkward tingle brushed its way up my spinal cord to my brain. I slowly looked to my right, stopping my walk. I saw the rusting gates and tattered sign of Lakeside Amusement Park. My head started aching immediately once I saw the sign. A vision flooded my eyesight forcing me to live it. 

I was on the tracks of an old wooden roller coaster at the boarding area. All the little gates were locked into place. So I moved down the coaster, looking for a place short enough to jump off. Then I heard a loud screeching noise coming from the tracks. I looked that way curiously, trying to figure out what the sound was. Bright lights blinded me as I realized it was one of the coasters cars. I screamed as it headed for me at a heart-stopping speed.

My eyes flew open. I was standing in front of the amusement park once again, my heart racing and sweating. I reminded myself to never go in there and kept moving. I eventually made my way to Midwich St. and turned. I checked the map one last time to remind myself to head up Midwich, turn right on Matheson, and finally left on Levin St. 

I kept moving until I heard a guttural growl come from behind me. I slowly turned around, re-clutching my flagpole. A figure low to the ground appeared from the fog. It slightly resembled a dog, but had two heads. It was the same rotting off-color as the other thing I had faced. It barked a sound that was a cross between normal and ethereal. The pain in my head was faint but noticeable. There were no voices this time. It lunged at me, but I blocked it clumsily with my flagpole. It circled me, running, and I remained where I was, keeping my eyes on it. It lunged again, but this time I was ready. I hit it downward, with purpose, making it hit the ground with a thud. I repeatedly beat it, with a fierceness I never knew I possessed. It twitched a few times than bled out. I shivered than kept moving. 'God, what are these things?'

Walking down Levin St. was like a memory of the suburbia that I grew up. Neat little houses, in bright paint with white trim lined the street. It looked so perfect but I still had my guard up. I made it up the street halfway, and then my head started aching. It was starting to hurt less. Another vision flooded my brain shrouding the blue house I was looking at. A black sky morphed the house into a rusted, diseased version of itself. Screams and cries made my ears ring. A wave of blood came gushing out the door, drowning me in it.

I startled, staring at the house in front of me. 'Well, This is definitely the right house.' I walked up the paved walkway to the steps. There were bloody handprints on the door. 'I hope it isn't locked.' I tried the doorknob and the door squealed open. I took a step into a narrow hallway. Other than degrading from lack of care, the inside looked as though a normal person lived there. It made me uneasy. 'What if someone still does?' I walked further, not seeing anything unusual. All of the sudden a figure out of the corner of my eye caused me to jump two feet back. Then to my utter embarrassment, I realized it was a mirror. I rolled my eyes and realized I hadn't seen myself since I got here. My straight black hair was astray and the circles under my eyes seemed more pronounced than usual. My eyes were wide and suspicious. I looked like a stoner. My black shirt was covered in dried black bloodstains. So were my jeans. 'Why did I wear this shirt?' It rode up as I lifted my arms, revealing my sunken-in stomach and hipbones. 'I'm glad I brought my red long jacket.' I tried to fix my hair. 

After failing, the voices started. ...So hungry... I spun around to see an old, crinkly man. I blinked, confused, and he turned into the same monster as in the Historical Society. It bucked as though preparing to squirt acid at me. Black fluid sprayed out of it and I rolled out of the way. I realized I had left my flagpole at the mirror. 'Shit' Then, I spotted a skillet on the counter. It was one of those huge, square ones. I snatched it and charged the monster. I swung hitting it from above. Its head caved in, spraying the mirror and me with blood then it fell over, twitched and bled. Now as I analyzed it on the floor, it kind of looked like it was wearing a straightjacket. Adding some of my morbid humor to the situation, I decided to call it a straightjacket figure. I went to the kitchen sink and washed my face and my hair a little. I wiped off the skillet and put it in my backpack. Then, I spotted a white note on the dining room table. I went over, picked it up, and read it. 

The only thing that bothers me is the girl that keeps appearing. She looks like Cheryl but older. She has short, black hair and is always in a school uniform. Who is she? What does she have to do with anything? What does she want from me? She's leading me to the high school. Maybe Cheryl's there. I pray she is okay. 

Harry

Now, that I thought about it, the little girl in my dream was wearing a school uniform. She looked young, though. And she had long white hair. I pulled out my map, locating the high school. 'It isn't far from here. Actually, I passed it on the way up here.' Hope flooded my mind. 'Maybe someone else is here.' I ran out the front door, with fresh vigor in my heart and legs. 

That vigor faded when I looked at the broken down, boarded up, high school. The brick was fading and crumbling, and almost all the glass had been replaced by wood. The name Silent Hill High School hung like a reminder of this awful place. I faltered, but then I saw the smiling little girl and this mysterious Harry. 'I can do this.' 

I approached the doors and pushed the doors open with a loud creak. I stepped into a Lobby, the doors closing behind me with a loud clang. Inside was much darker, forcing me to get my flashlight out of my backpack and put it in my jacket pocket. The wallpaper was peeling, the benches unused and everything was covered in a fine layer of dust inside. I stepped forward hesitantly, realizing I was at a disadvantage inside. I didn't see anything of interest in the lobby so I moved through the heavy doors to the hall. 

I was startled by an illusion of blue tiles floors and pasty white walls. The doors were brown and the lockers were yellow. I was in a dome like walkway. Teenagers filled the place, chatting. The vision faded, leaving a throbbing in my head and a sense of familiarity. 

I heard the voices again ......accept me...love me...envy me... only to get kicked in the chest. I landed on the floor, dazed, and I looked up at the culprit. It was an ugly thing, like two sets of legs on top of each other to form a body. It had the similar rotting, unreal look as the other two monsters. It lashed at me again. I got up and moved to the side, skillet in hand. I swiped at it hitting one of its top legs. It moved back allowing me to drop my skillet and grab my flagpole. I caught my breath and charged it, impaling it in the midsection. Black blood covered my weapon and the floor as I removed the end of the pole from its corpse. I used my foot, prying it off. It oddly reminded me of a mannequin. 'Obviously, the flagpole is a little more efficient.' 

I moved down the hall to my right, checking doors. Most of them were locked, all except one. The door read Infirmary, and the door opened. My vision was assaulted again by a picture of a younger me sitting on the bed. A nurse dressed in a t-shirt and jeans was tending to my split lip. I looked upset, like I was going to cry but also angry. The room was bright in neutral colors. The nurse quietly said finishing my lip, "What are we going to do with you, Zo? I see you at least every month." I said nothing. As the room darkens to the moldy, dusty thing I actually was in, I remembered. I was a freshman and had just gotten beaten up by a group of girls. 'Bitches. I would of beat the shit out of them, too, if a teacher hadn't interfered.' I wasn't very popular in school. I realized reminiscing could get me killed and checked the room. There was a stained day bed and a moldy wooden desk. A decaying medicine cabinet held a first aid kit, which I thought would be useful so I took it. 

I left the infirmary and go out the set of double doors to the right hallway. Everything was quiet and pitch black outside the radius of my flashlight. I started checking doors again, only to realize that the first classroom door was unlocked.

I entered, but not into the classroom but into my own English class in high school. All of my peers were sitting at wooden desks, chatting and goofing around. Bright daylight was peering through the windows reflecting off the white boards and papers on the bulletin board. The teacher was late. One of the bullies and football players of my school, Brad, stood up. Over six feet tall and wearing his letterman's jacket, he was the symbol of macho. He had short, blond hair and a smirk on his face. I went to defend myself with my flagpole, when I realized I looked exactly like I did that day. No weapons, no flashlight, just my backpack and a sweater. He said in a loud mocking voice, "Well if it isn't Zoe the bird, who never eats and never sleeps. Are you an alien or a vampire, Zoe?" He grabbed the front of my shirt as the rest of the class laughed. The only person not laughing was the cute city boy in the corner. 

'Thank gods that I'm in college now.' Getting kicked in the chin abruptly awakened me. I landed on my butt looking up at the mannequin in front of me. Using the leverage of getting up, I landed on it flagpole forward. It smelled like rot and fresh blood as I pierced its midsection. I pulled my flagpole out of its dying frame and kicked the thing. My adrenaline was doing double time as I tried to calm myself. 'The next time a vision gets me hit, I'm going to fuckin kill somebody.'

I went back to the hallway with caution in mind and checked the rest of the doors in the hallway. All of them were locked so my only option was to go upstairs. I headed back that way and ascended the stairs. I kept my weapon in front of me, just in case something jumped me. 'I'm really starting to get paranoid,' I think to myself as I peek around the corner. Nothing jumps at me as I check the set of double doors. They open up to a better-lit front hallway. I check the doors in order, all being locked or broken until the door that read Music Room. I hesitate, remembering that I was in band in high school. 'I love playing the piano. It is one of the few passions I still have.' I shake my head and enter.

The door opens up to my own band room in high school. There are mirrors along the walls and rich brown carpet. This was the piano room. The lights were shaded, not the bright halogen things of the rest of the school. There were metal chairs and music stands in the corner. The decor did shock me but the individual sitting at the piano shocked me more. My memory took hold as a nervous feeling filled my gut and throat. It was the same city boy who didn't laugh during class. He had spiked short black hair and was fair. He always wore graphic t-shirts and beat up jeans. His eyes were kind and bright forest green. They had a piercing quality about them, making them seem like he could see all my secrets and lies. His name was Kyle and he had made some attempts to talk to me. I suppose I had some sort of crush on him considering my physical reactions to him. He had a black metal guitar in his lap. He was tuning it, pressing a key on the piano, strumming the guitar and adjusting a tuning knob. I recognized the order of the piano keys he hit, E, A, D, G, B. I shuffled noticeably before he had a chance to hit his high E. He turned around slowly, his eyebrows going up at the sight of me. I became extremely self-conscience at the sight of his eyes. I tugged at the bottom of my shirt and bit my bottom lip. 

He stood, facing me, "Zoe, right?"

" Yeah. You're Kyle?" I responded managing to keep my tone even. I walk over to the piano and caress the keys.

"Yup. Piano your weapon of choice?" I wasn't familiar with his way of putting it but was truthful nonetheless. 

"Yes, I suppose. Where are you from, since obviously you aren't from around here?"

"Chicago. I was born and raised there. I take it you're from here."

"Yeah, good ol' Virginia. Guitar your 'weapon' of choice."

"Yep, among other things." The last statement was said monotone, but my cheeks went red anyway. He noticed and laughed under his breath.

That particular vision was long and disorientated me for a second. He was my boyfriend when I left Virginia. I told him I was going on vacation, though I didn't tell him where or why. 'I wish I had now...' The room was very different in real life. There was still a piano but it was old and dusty. All the mirrors were broken and the carpet was shredded in places. Something caught my attention on the piano. I walked over and looked at it. 

Heartstrings pulled,
the harmony sounds,
Where the melody reigns,
true love can be found,
Pluck thy heart,
and sound the fourths,
Give way to the third,
and I will be yours,
Finish the scale,
let love be thy art,
The fourth is the fifth:
the key to my heart.

'Cute.' At first I was confused and had to read it again. Then, I realized what it meant. I also realized that you needed to know music to get it. 'It's like this place is interacting with me,' I thought. Logic says four from E is A, four from A is D, four from D is G, three from G is B and four from B is E. So on the piano, I hit A, D, G, B, and E. I heard a click from the wall behind the piano. I went over to investigate and there was a secret mini-door leading to the left hallway. I remembered the double doors being broken. I went out into the hallway and there was a gate blocking off the rest of the hallway except the restrooms. I rattled the gate but it was shut tight. I tried the boy's restroom but it was locked. Then, I heard strange cries coming from the girl's restroom. 'Finally, a person?' I moved closer and put my ear to the door. The cries were high-pitched and sounded unfamiliar to my ear. I worked up all my courage and entered.

Another vision hit me. However, this one was unlike the others. I wasn't myself. My hair was short and black. I was a little chubbier but my breasts were smaller. My face was ruddy, as though I had been crying. She seemed younger than me but not by more than a few months. She looked much younger than she felt. She was sitting on a bench in the middle of the bathroom. The bathroom's tile was white with porcelain sinks and scratched up mirrors. The stalls were a faded pastel green. My mind reeled at the thought of being another person so I didn't try to move. 

Just then, a man I didn't recognize entered the bathroom and locked the door behind him. My suspicion went through the roof as fear filled my belly. The body I was in recognized the man, which was apparent from the nervousness that wasn't my own. He turned around. He was middle-aged with blond hair and blue eyes. He was free of facial hair but had the start of wrinkles around his eyes and gray in his hair. He was of medium build with large hands and feet. He was wearing a janitor's shirt with faded blue jeans. He looked transfixed as he approached me, with a wild look in his eyes. Reflexively, I moved away from him. 

He rubbed his hands together with a wide grin on his face. All of the sudden, he jumped at me. He landed awkwardly on top of me, grinding my tailbone painfully into the bench. He cupped his hand over my mouth. I wiggled and struggled under him but he overpowered me, pinning me down. He dragged me to the floor, dragging my skirt up and putting me on my back. I kept wiggling until he pulled a pocketknife from his boot. He pushed it against my neck. The blade bit into my flesh, drawing droplets of blood. I silenced immediately. 

He removed the blade and sat on my face. My lips stuck to my teeth and I could barely breath under his weight. He put my wrists together over my head and pulled something out of his pocket. I felt the rough twine mar my wrist as he tightly bound them together. He wrapped the twine many times around and between my wrists. He tightly tied them off and scooted down. He put the knife back against my throat and licked my cheek. I cringed as his unoccupied hand tore the buttons off my uniform shirt. He used the knife to cut my front bra strap and ogled my breasts. He touched them gingerly at first then squeezed them hard. He put the knife down and looked at me quizzically. He then pulled out a roll of duct tape and cut off a large piece. I struggled harder as he pasted the tape to my mouth. 

I heard a "humph" come from him as he refocused on my bare chest. He started by pinching and twisting my nipples, as his rough hands scraped at my tender flesh. My face contorted in pain and I screamed under the tape. To my horror, I felt wetness seep from my insides. My body became heated, confessing to my enjoyment of the torture. His tongue grazed one of my nipples as his hand fiddled with the other one. He sucked and nipped at that nipple causing my want to inflate double-fold. He moved down, tearing at my skirt. He got it off and giggled at the sight of my girlie panties. I tensed my legs as he spread them. He caressed the wet spot on my panties with a finger. Without effort, he tore them off. He lazily gazed at my genitals. 

"You're a virgin, aren't you Alessa?" he asked, reminding me whose body it was. I didn't move my head and honestly I didn't know. I prayed she wasn't. "Let's see," he said as he moved his head down. His tongue slid along my slit. He got a weird look on his face as he spread my pussy lips. He put a single finger inside me, producing a squelch and a moan. He got a contented look on his face as he said, "Ah, the beauty of a tight cunt. Even if you aren't a virgin, you're tight enough to suffice." I squirmed, as tears welled in my eyes. He slowly unbuttoned his jeans and pulled out his cock. It was about six inches long and about one inch wide, pretty average for a man his age. It was throbbing and red at the head. He held my legs down as he got in position. He let go as he tore into me. I felt like he was ripping me in half as his cock thrummed inside me. My pussy squelched and squealed in protest to the havoc his cock was wreaking inside me. Slowly the pain dulled away to the pleasure of friction. It did not take the man long as after only a few minutes, he lurched forward and gasped. I felt his meat expand and contract as hot fluid filled my crevice. Perspiration lined his forehead as he gasped for air.




Nightmare of Silent Hill Entry 02



I jerked into reality violently. My whole body reacted to the experience at once. I was sweating and my heart was beating at an ungodly pace. My nipples were hard as rock and a puddle of fluid had soaked the crotch of my pants. My head was pounding and my flashlight was out. It was pitch black so I tapped the flashlight a few times. I was on the floor. That was the longest vision I had ever had. I tried to shake it off and stood up. 'God.'

Something didn't sound right. It sounded like a mill was running inside the building. And then I heard the siren. It sounded like an air raid siren, long and loud. I screamed as the room changed before my very eyes. Just like in my dream, the room seemed to decay to reveal metal grating and rusted beams. The stalls, porcelain, mirrors all dissolved to reveal nothing but rusted metal and stained tile. The world turned mottled reddish brown before me. The siren stopped as the transformation completed. I ran and sat in a corner, hoping that it was a vision as well. After a few moments, I realized it wasn't true. My flashlight flashed on as the room was now three times darker. 

I left the bathroom and entered the hallway. The gate was gone now, revealing three mannequin creatures. I could feel adrenaline hit my bloodstream and my temper flare. In a mad rush, I used my weight to spear the first mannequin and since the second one wasn't far from the first one, I used the butt end of my weapon to shove the second one to the ground. Letting go of the flagpole, I pulled out the skillet and smashed the third one to a pulp in one swipe. They all bled out as I put my skillet away and kicked the second one to death. I un-spiked the first one and proceeded down the nightmarish hallway. The double doors to the back hallway were unlocked so I entered them. I checked doors that were locked or broken until the door that read Library Reserve. 'I'm really starting to question all the locked and broken doors. I wonder what's behind them.' I decided to investigate at a later time. 

I entered the unlocked room. I see a ghostly visage of older Alessa giggling in a Charlie's Angels pose. She was holding her hands in the shape of a gun. It faded away to reveal an object on the table. I got closer to see a nine-millimeter handgun and two clips of ammo. "Thank You," I said, picking it up and putting the clips in my pocket. 'Yay, high velocity solid metal projectiles. I've never used one of these before. I guess I'll learn.' I slowed down, breathed lightly and practiced aiming. I sat down for a moment, feeling the ache and drowsiness of exhaustion setting in. I knew better than to fall asleep but figured a little rest wouldn't kill me. I sat down in a corner and took off my coat. I pulled off my backpack and flagpole and did a recount of the stuff I had. My backpack held my skillet, a map of Silent Hill, my unused clothes, my unusable cell phone, a couple of nutrition drinks, my wallet, a couple batteries for my flashlight and now the handgun and ammo. 'I should change if I get a chance,' I thought, looking down at my bloodstained clothing. I drank one of the healthy drinks as I thought about Harry and Alessa. 'I have found no trace of Harry but tons of Alessa. What relevance do they have to this town? I have so many questions.' 

A loud scraping noise interrupted my train of thought. It sounded like it was coming from the room right next to this one. I quickly put my stuff together and stood up. I cautiously proceeded to the next room, only to find it empty. The scraping noise was coming from the next room. I went over to the rusty steel wall and put my ear to it. Than, to my realization, there was a peephole about eye level in the wall. At first, I was surprised, than cautiously put my eye to it. The same man in the vision with Alessa, raping two other girls, clouded my vision. One girl clung to his leg, obviously drugged and naked, as he had the other pinned to the wall, fucking her. 

Reality stung my eyes as I watched the scene morph into something entirely different. My head pounded with hammer-like force but I forced myself to remain watching. Then I heard the voices ...stop...it hurts...kill you...in a high pitched voice and in a lower tone...I will have you...I need you...I am consumed...feel it...FEEL IT...The janitor changed into a creature and the girls, mannequins. The creature seemed wire to a bed frame with barbed wire. He also seemed dismembered of a sort. My face contorted as I got a view of his grayish-red member impaling the mannequin. The mannequin also had chunks of flesh carved out by the barbed wire. The one on the floor had a puddle of blood surrounding it. There were a myriad of muddled words, strange moans, and splashing sounds. Eventually, it stopped and the mannequin fell to the floor bleeding. I felt a little sick but more angry. 'That thing raped Alessa!' My face got heated as the bed frame monster scraped towards the door to the hall. Anger and conviction filled me, conquering what fear I had of the thing. 'It will die for what it did to her.'

The bed frame monster was in the hall and I gave it a few moments before following. I couldn't even see it, only hear it as it moved down the stairs. I followed again at a ridiculous distance. It, followed by me, descended the stairs all the way to the bottom. I was on the last flight when I heard a metal door open and close. I entered the basement with sparks in my eyes and molten metal in my belly. 'This bastard is dead.' I pulled out my handgun and turned off the safety. I pulled back the chamber and checked the two clips in my jacket pocket. Knowing hesitation would only hinder me; I entered the room.

As soon as I entered the room, my head pounded profusely. ...What is the smell...it is...it is...delicious...an untouched flower...I can't resist...I need...I crave...I got a closer look at the thing as it turned to face me. The head, torso and individual limbs were all held to the frame by a solid coating of barbed wire. Its member was blatantly visible but I had tunnel vision so I didn't care. His eyes, bright and human, stared directly at me. ...Give me...the flower...It started to drag on the floor towards me and out of reflex, I shot it once right in the fleshy part of its face. An unearthly yell echoed in my ears and the voice filled my head, ...hurt me...than I kill you bitch... The thing leapt, surprising me, and barbed wire secured it to the ceiling and wall. Doubt filled me a little too late as I fired a shot at its torso. The shot ricocheted and a twisted strand of wire lashed out towards me. It caught me in the shoulder and I yelped in pain. I lurched to the side and fired another shot, this time at it's head. The shot contacted and another yell erupted from the thing. 'That's its weak spot.' The thing lashed at me again but prepared, I dodged easily. It moved forward only dangling from the ceiling in an attempt to get closer to me. I backed up, trying to steady my aim for its head. 

Than it lurched back and multiple twisted strands headed straight for me. I quickly dived to the side, managing to land on my feet not too gracefully, but dodging the attack perfectly. I circled his side quickly and shot it twice in the head. It turned around slowly but surely and lashed at me again, forcing me to jump back and lose my aim. I slowly aimed again as it started swinging back and forth. I took another shot and missed miserably. It hooked two more wires to the ceiling and scurried over above me. Just in time, I jumped back as it landed on the floor where I used to be. I quickly noticed that its back was fleshy and pulled out my flagpole, putting my gun away. I jumped, landing awkwardly on its back. With all the force my arms could output, I speared it. It yelled and bucked and I barely managed to stay on by clinging to the flagpole. I dislodged the flagpole and stabbed it again. I stabbed it eight times total, until it stopped moving and started bleeding. The eighth time, I tried to pull the weapon but after trying several times, it would not budge. I got off of it, and flicked it off. I slumped down on the floor, bleeding and disheartened. 

The room started changing back to the school's boiler room. The walls changed to pasty white and it smelled of mold. Huge machines appeared, making a faint humming noise. I felt better and tried to clean up my wound. 'I never found Harry. God, when will this nightmare ever end?' I got up to leave. 'I'm not finished here. I still have so many questions.' 

Leaving the school, I looked back toward the door because I had a feeling I should. By the door, a ghostly visage of older Alessa was waving to me. I tilted my head in curiosity and heard a faint "Thank You." That simple sentiment did more for me that day than anything ever had in my life. It made me at peace with myself."



Nightmare of Silent Hill Entry 03



Sins of the Sexless

This chapter ended up taking longer than the second. Sorry, that's life for you. I intend to post pictures and maps with this on Myspace, which you can look up if interested. Another resource for junkies in the Silent Hill Wikia. I hope you all enjoy this as much as the rest of the series. Thanks to Team Silent for an amazing series and to my editor, Josh, like always. Kileka

"I had followed Sanford St. down to Nathan Ave, moving to south Silent Hill again. I had reached a large partition right before Carroll St. It was about 10 feet tall and made of reinforced plastic with a metal frame. I actually believed I was gaining a basic knowledge of the layout of this town. I also checked my maps obsessively, just to be sure of my location. I approached and opened a door in the lower right corner of the partition. There was the normal road and landscape on the other side. Further down the road I saw young Alessa on the edge of my vision. My eyes widened and I hauled ass down the road as fast as I could. With my hand outstretched, I yelled "Wait!" She giggled and ran off. After a few minutes of running down Nathan Ave, passing several monsters on the way, I realized she wasn't going to let me catch up. I ignored any monsters we passed, focusing on the girl. We turned down Carroll Street as I jogged after her. 

I stopped when I realized where she was taking me. I stared at a brick wall holding an iron gate. Behind the gates was a sterile white building with boarded up windows. The building was three stories high. The landscape was growing out of control, as the grass was up to my knees and the hedges were giant bushy spheres. The paving on the driveway was cracked and wild weeds were growing out of them, rupturing the cement to broken chunks. A sign on the gate pointed toward the entrance. Above the iron gate in ominous letters was: Brookhaven Hospital. Something about the place bothered me to the core, draining at my already waning resolve. The girl I had been chasing was nowhere to be found. I felt an urge to go inside regardless of the hesitation in me. 'I have to find Alessa. She might be in danger. Here goes nothing.' 

I approached the gate and pushed it open. It gave way with a ringing creak. I walked down the walkway toward the boarded up double doors. I looked around for monsters but there were none. I kept moving until I was in the door. Inside was musty and looked like it hadn't been cleaned in years. The floors and walls were dirty white tile with broken industrial lights. It had the smell of grime and the air outside, which was consistent with the rest of the buildings here. It was fairly well lit in the entrance but got eerily dark further into the hospital. I spotted the counter to the reception area. After concluding that there were no monsters behind the counter, I tried the companion door to the room. It squeaked open. Inside was dark enough to make me turn on my flashlight. I held the flashlight with the hand under my gun hand. I spotted a first aid kit on the desk and took it. Looking around, papers were scattered about a desk and filling cabinet. I found a useful paper among them, a map of the hospital. I went out to the entrance again and proceeded down the right side of the hallway. I checked doors that wouldn't open and marked them off as I went. I kept my gun within close reach, tucking the gun in my pocket while putting the flashlight in my teeth. 

Finally, the fifth door reading Doctor's Lounge opened. Immediately I heard an odd clicking sound and a voice filled my head ...Take...medicine...deary...I immediately pulled out my gun and leaned into the door. I quickly opened it to reveal a white figure. Without thinking I leveled my gun with its head and fired two shots. The thing went down and bled out. I analyzed it closer now that it was dead. It was all white and in white nurse garb. It was also completely faceless. I looked around the room and, finding nothing, left. I continued with the side, until it opened up to an intersection. To my right was a dark hall and elevator doors. Straight ahead was another dark hallway. I headed there first. The door that read Cafeteria opened. I heard a buzz and scuttling as I entered. There in the center of the white tile floor was the biggest cockroach I had ever seen. 'Holy shit!' It came up to my knees at least and was the size of a kitchen platter. I immediately aimed down and fired two shots into its body. It died with a shrill as I thought, 'I'm getting better with my aim. Watch out creepy monsters!' Realizing that this was an empty room with bare tables, I moved to the open door in the room. 

The next room was obviously the kitchen. It had large walk in freezers, large metal sinks and wall length stoves. There were no creepies but the two other doors out of the room were blocked by random debris. Right in front of me on a stove was a health drink, 'Yum-o. Like Rachel Ray. Funny.' Something reflective on the floor caught my eye, but in front of it was a large strange symbol. It looked like two circles with a triangle in it. A deformed S filled the triangle while lines connected the two circles. I analyzed it to figure out what it was. As I stared at it, a vision swept over me. 

A rusted metal grate stands before me. Behind it is numerous pipes lining a infinite spanning room. On one of the pipes, a strange thing is strangling a nurse, dangling her above the endless floor. The thing's frame is human and its head vibrates and twitches, obscuring its face. It appears to be wearing a robe, tight to its frame with gloves on it's hands. It has a strange symbol on its upper arm. It keeps choking the nurse until it looks toward me. Its head stops twitching, revealing a leathery featureless face. It has crooked stitches across the line of its mouth. I hear in a charming, heady voice ...Another vessel for the God? You shall be a sacrifice for our God. HE will want to have fun with you first... 

I came back to the kitchen on my knees. 'A full sentence? What the fuck? It kind of reminds me of Voldo from Soul Caliber. That game was fun.' My mind wandered until I shook it into focus. The sparkling object was an onyx orb about the size of my palm. It was pretty so I kept it. I went back through the cafeteria until I reached the main hall again. I checked the day and exam rooms doors just to find them broken. I ignored the door to the stairs and proceeded to the double doors. More debris blocked the alcove, only leaving the hallway to traverse. It was significantly darker in this part of the hospital, giving me the jitters. I moved to the left, caught off guard by the door to C1 opening on me. A female voice rang in my ears as a faceless nurse turned toward me. ...Why so... many?... 'Slow bitch.' I thought as I shot her head, downing her in one bullet. As she bled out on the floor, I looked around the room. A dirty mattress laid about a tiled room. The room was empty other than that. 'How boring.' I spotted something on the bed, which turned out to be a box of handgun ammo with about 14 rounds. 'Not that I'm getting low or anything. I think I have about 15 plus what's left of my clip and the rounds I just picked up.' 

Back out in hall, the doors to C2 and the baths were busted. C3 opened right up though, revealing two more faceless nurses. It took me four shots to down these two. I found flashlight batteries on the floor, nothing else being in the room. Continuing down the hall, I entered the double doors into what looked like a recreational area. I tried the first door to my left. No luck there. I tried the knob on a door clearly marked Pool, which also was broken. I finally went to the Garden doors, and silently wished for them to be open. Turn, click. The doors opened up to a un-roofed, run-down garden. Half of the grass was dead, the other half was overgrown. Vines climbed up the walls. It was actually kind of nice in comparison to the rest of this place. 

Than I heard a strange buzz, click noise. I brought up my gun, looking toward the door for it's source. No monsters in sight. I furrowed my brow, slightly confused. I heard the crunching of feet on grass and whipped my gun around. A shotgun barrel stared me in the face. The man behind it looked middle aged and unduly weary of my presence. His blue eyes showed fear but his expression had no mercy. He was dressed in a sweater and slacks. 'How did he get in here?' His brown hair had specks of gray in it. The wire spectacles on his face were below his eyes. I froze under his gun. He was human. 'Another person. Is this Harry?' 

He spoke finally, "Who are you? What do you want here?" He reached around the gun and pinched my outstretched arm. I flinched and brushed him away. 

"My name is Zoe. I just found the door to this place open." 

"Why are you armed?"

"I could ask you the same thing."

"Have you seen the things crawling around this place? Who wouldn't be armed?" 

"I think you just answered your own question." I finished. He seemed to relax as he lowered his gun. He shifted. 

"I guess I can trust you considering you're real and human."

'A little paranoid aren't we?' He turned around and walked to the center of the room. He faced me again. 

"Well come on, before one of those things wanders in here."

I was still confused. When he lifted a trap door to an underground cellar, I understood. I quickly followed him under. Once inside he locked the six locks on the door before proceeding down the stairs. I followed him. The place he had built out was small but homey. It was carpeted and had separate areas. There was a kitchen, a table, a couch, radio and a separate room with a bed and toilet. The place was actually pretty clean considering he probably never left. "Want a cup of coffee?" He asked me as he set the gun down. He offered me a seat at the small round wooden table. 

I sat and replied, "No thank you." 

"You look like you haven't slept in a couple days. You're also malnourished... Have you been eating?"

"What are you, a fucking doctor?"

"Actually I was. Dr. Fardamane."

"Oh. Sorry. Not really but I can't stay. I'm looking for someone." I set my bag on the floor. I set the gun and flashlight on the table. 

"No problem. Who?" He eyes the gun, nervously. 

"A young girl. Did you happen to see her?" I got anxious as I asked. He got a strange, feral look on his face. 

"You should do your best to avoid her." He leans against the makeshift kitchen counter. 

"Why?" 

"She brings them. The monsters and the Greater Wills. She brings death to all around her. Leave her be, Zoe. Unless you want to end up dead." It was like a speech how he said it all. Like something he had repeated. I was even more confused and got a little irritated. 

"What the fuck are you talking about? She's just another person stuck here. Like you and me." I tensed up, assuming a more aggressive posture. 

"Your wrong. She is the reason this town is like this."

"What?"

"Her mother burned her alive. She made a pact with a demon. Now the town is like this. All the people became monsters. The Nightmare comes and goes at her will. She tempts people here and they become like the others. Monsters!" The fervor in his voice, the anger and terror on his voice convinced me he wasn't making it up. I tried to calm him down, waving my hands downward.

"Listen calm down. I don't know what you're talking about. What is the Nightmare? What are the Greater Wills?"

"You've never seen the Greater Wills. If you had you wouldn't be alive. As for the Nightmare, it's the rusty grated thing that takes the place of this town." 

'I've survived a Nightmare. I've seen a few. Is he talking about the gauze thing on the roof?' Things were slowly falling into place. 'But why is this place reacting to me then?' I think before I speak. "Listen, I see visions. This place is interacting with me."

"It does with all who can enter here. You are touched by the taint of this place, no, of the Nightmare. You probably have been since you were born. This place wants to consume you only because of that." He was turned around and fixing himself a cup of coffee.

"I still don't understand." I fiddled with the flashlight, taking the batteries out and checking them. 

"All of those who have interacted with the Nightmare become tainted. It never leaves and is even carried on in the descendants of the individual. Someone in your family must've come in contact with the Nightmare at some point." He mixed sugar into the cup with a spoon. 

'I can't think of any of my ancestors who had showed any sign of contact with this place or anyone who was notedly insane. I've seen two forms of her...' "It wants to consume me by killing me? And what about Alessa?" I put the flashlight down. 

"By killing you, you are able to become a monster. Alessa?" The doctor said her name with ire in his voice. "That brat deserves the fate handed to her. She is the cause of hundreds of deaths with more happening every year. More people like you drawn to this place that never escape." He took a sip out of the cup and turns back around. 

"What about those who have escaped?"

"Harry? James? Cheryl? Them?"

"I only know of Harry." After checking the safety, I took the clip out of my pistol. I took the box of ammo out of my bag and started putting rounds into the clip. 

"Ah. Each of them were tied to someone who had been consumed by this place. Only by finding and killing the individual consumed were they able to escape. But you never escape this place the same." He adjusted the glasses on his face.

"What about you? Are you tied to someone here?" 

"Not that I know of."

"Than how can you escape?" 

"I don't know."

"I'm not tied to someone here. No one I know has even ever been here." I had finished with the rounds, so I put everything back. 

"Your fate must be bound here by another means."

I thought long about what I said next before it actually came out of my mouth. "I think I'm here to release Alessa." 

The doctor broke out laughing. "You don't seriously think that?" I didn't respond, disheartened by his reaction. "She is the source of the Nightmare. The only way to release her is to kill her." He said it with deep anger in his voice. "No, kill the form of her that holds the demon." 

"How?" I said, resolute.

He laughed even more. "You're psychotic. She has two, count it two, invincible, unkillable monsters protecting her. To make it worse, she resides in the Nightmare alone. The demonic form cannot exist in this foggy form of the town."

"How do you know all this?"

"I survived the town becoming this way. I saw it all with my own two eyes." His head dipped as a strange look crossed his face. 

I felt bad for him then. He has been trapped here a very long time if that was the case. I thought about all this again in silence. He sipped on his coffee, watching me. 'There has to be a way.' I reflected on every demon reference I had ever seen or read. None of them were quite like this. 

Finally the doctor sighed and said, "Why don't you lay down and rest for a while? You'll be safe here." I wanted to protest but nodded instead. I needed the time to think about all of this. He showed me to the side room. He left the room and closed the door behind him. I sat down on the bed. I dropped my weapons and backpack on the floor. I took off my red coat and laid down. My world went black immediately.

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My rest was blissfully free of dreams and I was very glad of that fact. I awoke to some odd slapping noises coming from the other room. My instinct was to pull up my gun and I quietly walked over the the door. I listened closely to the other room. The slapping noises continued but it was quiet besides. 'Where is the doctor? What if something happened to him? The robed creature. No!' A grimace crossed my face. 'What if I was the one who brought it here?" With thickness in my throat, I quietly opened the door. I creaked it open an inch. I was almost expecting the white thing to be standing over his corpse. 

Doctor Fardamane was sitting on the couch. A figure was looming above him. On instinct I brought up the gun. I fired a single shot at it's torso. I heard a pop and a hiss of air. The doctor flipped, jumping off the couch with his dick hanging out of his pants and a what-the-fuck look on his face. He dived for the shotgun. In a matter of seconds he had it pointed at me. I walked over and saw what I had, um, killed. I cocked my eyebrow and my jaw drops. I stifle a laugh. He lowered the gun, bereaved. Though I was laughing inside, I felt the need to console him.

"Dude, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to shoot your girlfriend." I giggle as we both took a moment to look at the now dead thing. It's pink shell had crumpled. She was a brunette, with bright green eyes and a wide open mouth. She looked faded, although overused. He broke down, landing on his knees. He started sobbing loudly. 

"Poor Lisa." He continued to sob. I was a little at a loss. 

I didn't feel the need to explain why the gun was in my hand. 'He's probably been very lonely all this time.' I thought to myself, justifying his actions in my head. I sat down at the table and put the gun on it. It's safety was back on. I rubbed my eyes and stretched my back. I caught the doctor's eyes lingering on the revealed strip of belly as I did this. He glanced away as my eyes settled on him again, obviously finished with his outburst. The situation was funny but I honestly felt kind of bad. 'He's been alone all this time and it would benefit me to be on good terms with him.' I was justifying giving him...something. I was too much of a prude to give him much. 'Imagine being stuck in a town with no people, surrounded by monsters for years.' He had moved over to the sink to wash his hands. I noticed his pants were back in order as well. I walked over to be next to him. I put my hand on his shoulder. I felt very awkward. He looked at me. I got a whiff of him then. He smelled of aftershave and coffee. I furrowed. 'Why would he still wear it?' 

I said, "I genuinely feel bad." His eyes shifted away from me. 

"I want you, yaknow." He said hesitantly. He looked at me again with desperation in his eyes. I could tell by his expression he was seriously mulling it over. I put my hand on his chest. It felt unnatural due to the fact I didn't know him very well. "I won't go all the way but everything else is fine." It felt odd saying it. He put his arm around my waist. I kept biting my lip, nervously. Now that I think about it, he was actually fairly good looking considering his age. 

"I don't want to make you do something you really don't want to." He finally said.

"Do you honestly think I would offer if I didn't? I'm not really that kind of person." I put my fingers to his lips. He leaned down to press his thin lips to mine. It started awkward but was drowned out by rushing want. He almost ate me with how voracious he became. His mouth crushed into mine, his tongue seeking. I was taken aback but tried to relax. His hands were gentle though his mouth was not. It was a very open, passion-filled kiss. He nibbled at my lip and kissed my cheek. Admittedly, he was a very good kisser. His one hand cupped the back of my neck while the other drew lines on my back. I kept my hands on his chest. 'He will be easy to get worked up.' His mouth left a trail of warmth and wet as it trailed down to my throat. He kissed at the curves, only nibbling enough to make it feel good. His hands engulfed my small breasts as he sucked at my collar bone. I was beginning to feel the effects of his attention. My cunt was just starting to feel the itch of want as my nipples became hard under his hands. He was already caught up in the moment. He pressed his body to mine and I felt the hard length of his member press up against me. I would probably have to make him cum with my mouth to avoid him straight out fucking me. I moved on hand down to his dick. Merely touching it made him gasp. My shirt came off and he sucked on the top of my breasts, moving his groin out of my reach. He kissed me on the mouth again as his hands moved to unclasp my bra. He took it off me. My nipples were erect and my face became red. He ran his hands down my torso giving me goosebumps. His fingers and thumbs clasped onto my nipples as he got on his knees. It put him face level with them. He twirled my nipples with his fingers. I gasped for air, my cunt pulsating in response. It got so much worse when he took a nipple in his mouth. My cunt leaked when his tongue played with that nipple. I was letting out hoarse breath and squeezing my legs together. He moved to the other. 




Nightmare of Silent Hill Entry 03



It had never occurred to me that he would be good at this until now. My body was reacting far too well to this. I wanted sex, the very thing I couldn't bear to think about a few moments ago. His hand sought the crevice between my thighs. He lowered himself kissing a line to my belly button. He unbuttoned my jeans. I gulped. He looked up at me. He must of seen the uncertainty in my face because he said, "I just want to make you cum. That's it." I nodded, hesitantly. He slid my jeans down my legs. I had a sprinkle of hair on my muff and a little on my legs. He didn't seem to mind. He put his hand back in between my legs. His fingers caressed the now engorged, moist pussy lips. I was really sensitive. His fingers moved up, caressing my labia, clit hood and muff. I managed to keep most of my vocal reaction in up until this point. I moan loudly. His finger found the clit hood again and rubbed there. My body spasmed and my knees almost buckled under me. He caught my one leg and put it on his shoulder. His mouth found where his finger had been. His tongue flicked over the spot, earning moans out of me. My pussy was so wet by this point, it was almost dripping out of me. His fingers kept working, one index finger finding its way inside me. My body immediately told me I wanted more. He pushed that finger in and out of me. His tongue didn't stop but to pause for a moment. The middle finger of the same hand pushed inside of me as well. My hand was in his hair by this point and I was moaning consistently. I was close, the heat in my midsection and legs is a sign of the coming orgasm. 

"Don't stop. Please. I'm very close." I cooed at him. He didn't stop. Once the heat was there, the tingling started. And once over that edge, the orgasm comes far too quickly. Seconds later, the tone of my moaning reached a crescendo. My pussy clutched at his fingers and I was sweating. I breathed, trying to relax. My heart wanted to come out of my chest, it was beating so hard. I would gladly blow him for that experience. He stood with a smug look on his face. He held up the fingers that were inside me. They glistened with my fluid. I grabbed that hand and put the fingers in my mouth. I had tasted myself many times before and this time was no different. It was obviously pleasing him that I was licking and sucking on his fingers as his dick got hard in his pants again. 

I let go of his fingers and crouched down. I ran my hands down his torso and looked up at him. I stroked his hard length under the cloth as I undid the button on his pants. The slacks had a second button right above the zipper, which I undid. The zipper came down easily, revealing blue and red plaid boxers. I pulled his boxers and pants down at the same time, revealing a decent sized member. It was stiff, purple and leaking clear fluid. I took it in my hand and put it mouth level with me. I wasn't huge on blowjobs but the sooner I got it in my mouth, the easier it would be for me to get it over with. So I didn't play around, I immediately took it all the way to back of my mouth. The doctor groaned in delight, his hand clutching the back of my head. I sucked in my cheeks and began moving my mouth in and out on his member. His groaning became louder and more frequent. I became more vigorous, focusing on making him cum. About the time I cupped his balls, his groaning hit a crescendo. But a half a minute later, his dick twitched and hot cum squirted on my tongue. He was pulling my hair, he gripped my head so tight. Two tablespoons and four twitches later, I swallowed the load and stood. He panted and put himself back together. 

He whispered, "Thank you so much."

I shrugged.

"Would you like some breakfast?" He asked me cheerily.

"No thank you." My brain was already back on the topic of how to save Alessa. 'What did demons want more than anything? Power. Corruption. Sin. This would not change regardless of the malevolent being. The demon thing that controlled Alessa pacted with her for power over this place. It got dominion, and souls from her.' I stood abruptly, shaking. "I got it. I know what I have to do. I have to go." I said to the doctor. I rushed into the other room, grabbed all my things and threw on my jacket. I rushed back out, and grabbed the gun off the table. I ran over to the stairs down. I pulled out my maps and checked them. The roof. The roof is where I need to be. 

The doctor came over and said, "Wait." He handed me the shotgun. "It doesn't have much ammo but you'll have more use for it than me. Come back to me if you get hurt. I can treat your injuries." I nodded. "And one more thing. The Greater Wills cannot exist outside of the Nightmare. That is the best way to escape one. Run, okay?" 

"Thank you."I looked at him. I opened the doors out into the garden. I put the shotgun in my bag saving it for something bigger. It only had 8 shells in it so I had to conserve ammo with it. I had plenty of handgun ammo, about 24 rounds, so I pulled it out instead. I headed for the stairs just out of the double doors. I went up to the second floor, finding the staircase to the third floor gated off. The gate was locked. My map indicated there was another set of stairs on the other side of the hospital. So I opened the door to the second floor. The voices of the monsters filled my head as soon as I did. There was a nurse right there. And she had a gun. 'Oh shit.' I leveled my handgun with her head and fired twice. She dropped and bled but the noise didn't stop. I stepped into the hallway only to see another nurse. Luckily, she only had a crowbar. I took the time to aim for her head, considering she was still a few feet from. The click, boom sound of the gun firing echoed in the hallway. She fell and bled out like the other. 'One shot. Not bad. I'm getting better with my aim.' I investigated the gun on the other nurse only to find it to be a rusty revolver. I would have been surprised if it had fired. I knew I was in the M hall so I started trying doors to see if there was anything useful in the rooms. M4, the room across from the stairs opened right up. The bed was upturned and it appeared to be just another dirty room. I looked around more closely. After a minute of looking, the light off my flashlight reflected off something. On the floor, next to the unturned mattress was another pretty orb. This one was opalescent white. I took it. Out into the hall again, I checked M5. It was broken. Finally I went to M6. The door opened. I peeked inside for monsters. Finding none, I entered. Tiled and filthy like the last room, the only thing in here was a box of ammo. I looked in it to find 5 shotgun shells. More fire power for the big ugly things.

I continued back down the hall, finding a pile of junk to the ceiling in a square room. There was a set of double doors that led out into the main hall. There was another nurse with a gun. I said, "Oh, nurse..." accenting the end, picking fun as I leveled my handgun at her head. Two shots later it was another body to add to the pile I'd accumulated. I found the door to the other set of stairs. I crossed the hall, finding no monsters down the fork to my left. I saw the elevator, but there was a hall behind it. Finding no icky things, I tried the elevator. No ding, no lights. 'It's probably dead. Fuck.' Checking my handy map, I realized the elevator control room was on the roof. I hoped the stairs next door weren't blocked off or I was stuck on the first and second floors. I went back to that staircase and headed up. It wasn't blocked off or gated, so I climbed the stairs all the way to the roof. I noted that there was no door to the third floor in this staircase, it was just a wall. 'Weird.' As I opened the door to the roof, the light hit me like a hammer. Being reliant on my flashlight in the dark hospital, my eyes took a moment to adjust to the bright outside. It was still gray and foggy. I saw the door to a small building that was the control room. The rest of the roof was plain, other than the tall, chain-link fence around the edge of it. It was so tall I probably couldn't have climbed it. I went over to the door, keeping an eye out for monsters. The door opened and nothing jumped me. Inside was small, all a generator looking thing. It wasn't running. I hope it didn't require any fancy electrical jerry-rigging, because I didn't know shit about that stuff. There was a big black case on a pedestal about hip level with me. In the case, there was two small round indentations. I felt them, wondering what they were for. The indentations made me think of the two pretty orbs I picked up. I dug in my backpack until I found one. It was light and just about the right size. I put the opal one in the right side and I heard a light click sound from the box. I pulled out the onyx one and put it in the other indent. Another click emitted and the two pieces of the box pulled apart, revealing a lever. 'That was easy, almost too easy. But what if I had not picked up one of the orbs; I would have had to go all the way back for it. I'm glad I checked everything. Apparently I'm pretty good at this whole thing.' I thought as I struck the Charlie's Angels pose. As I headed outside, the pain of a vision hit me.

The roof of the white hospital was at contrast with the ink black sky. The white concrete had veiny red cracks in it. In front of me was a white humanoid creature. It's head ceased twitching. I felt petrified as it asked me...Can you hear me, sacrifice?...

The vision left me on my ass and the world black and rusted. Only the robed creature wasn't there. I shook, the gun rattling in my hand. 'That thing can kill me. It's invincible here. What if it comes up on the roof?' I pulled my pack around and dug around for a drink. I found one of my shakes and guzzled it. I threw the empty bottle across the roof. I huddled up, rocking. 

I stayed like that for a while, at least until I stopped shaking. 'I have to keep moving. I have to find Alessa. No matter what the danger. She could be trapped by that thing.' I remembered the easy-to-get-to elevator that I just repowered on the second floor and decided to go back down the stairs. As I go through the door of the second floor and heard the voices of the monsters ...that doctor...he has such a hot body...Oh, yes... I didn't see them initially so I turned the corner, going down the hall to the left. The voices got louder as I went. I got the glimpse of a nurse with a revolver before a hail of gunfire aimed at me thundered in my ears. I immediately ducked. I leaned against the nurse's station counter. I felt the burn of searing pain in my left side. I dropped the handgun and pulled out my shotgun. I winced at even moving my left side. I put the flashlight on the counter, knowing the nurses would be attracted to it. I scooted over to the edge of the counter and I waited for the nurses to come out. I put a knee under me and braced the butt of the gun on the floor, knowing the recoil would be frame rattling. I aimed the barrel up and listened for the cunts. 'Fucking bitches are gonna get blown to bits.' One meandered out of the station and the moment she was beside me, I filled her with buckshot and pumped the gun. I whipped out and braced the gun in my shoulder as I blew a hole in the second bitch's cervix. I stood up, pumping the gun and blew a hole in the torso of the third. The recoil almost killed my left side as my left arm went numb and I dropped the gun with my left hand. I noticed a shiny badge on the desk to my left. I snatched it up. I sat down and lifted up my shirt. Of course, it was a bloody mess where the wound was. Now that everything in the place knew where I was, I hurriedly cleaned the blood up with gauze. 'Who would have thought a bullet graze would hurt so damn much.' I applied some hydrogen peroxide to the wound and put a bandage on it. I put everything back in my bag, including the shotgun with the safety on. I picked up the pistol again before standing. 'That's what I get for getting careless and arrogant.'

I limped slightly, favoring my right side to the elevator. The button up lit up after I hit it. A light ding sounded as the doors opened. I got into the metal, sterile square. A few moments of height equilibrium sickness and I was on the third floor. As I stepped out from the elevator, the voices got me. ...Why... nobody love me? Why I...lonely?... The thing at my feet was human sized with crooked arms and legs. Its snout was elongated like an anteater. It had clubs on its forearms and had the same rotting look as the rest of the creatures here. It scuttled into the hall make a high-pitched chirping sound as it did. The sound hurt my ears, making me wince. I aimed my gun at the floor and tried to keep pace with the thing. I struggled, considering the thing moved so fast. I got my chance when it came close to attack me. Before it struck out at my legs, I plugged it with two bullets to the body. It flinched but skittered away from me. I followed it again and waited for it to come close. It did and I fired one more shot into it. It convulsed, shrilled and stopped moving. I let out a breath, glad I came away unscathed. I couldn't afford anymore major injuries. 

I turned down the hall, heading west and realized this floor had the same layout as the second floor. I turned down to my right, to a door that said special treatment. The door was metal with only a small reinforced window. There was a metal handle and one of those card slider things next to the door. I remembered the badge I picked up and dug it out of my pocket. I saw the magnetic strip on the back and slid it through the little machine. There was a click as I put the badge back in my pocket. Upon entering, there was a nurse. I shrunk to the wall until I realized she only had a syringe. I took a moment to aim for her head as she lumbered toward me. She lunged at me and I said, "Isn't that medical malpractice, Nurse?" as I fired two shots into her head. She never answered as she died on the floor. The special treatment room was all white, dingy tile with four metal doors. The metal was the signature rusted color of this place but wasn't grates. I tried the door to the first room, it didn't open so I moved to the second one. The inside was the rusted metal as well. There was paper skewed about on the floor. One sheet caught my eye as it was covered in large black splotches. Amid the spots, read:

Watch out for the blond intern! She's a fiery one. Numerous complaints about rough handling. She's hot, so put her up for consideration anyway. 

I puzzled over the note as I moved to the next door. It was also locked so I moved to door four. 'So, what's behind curtain number four Bob?' When I opened the door, a vision hit me.

My arms are bound around me. I keep scratching myself, the doctors say. Why is my hair always in my face? Red, red everywhere! Please... the monsters will eat me!

I gasped as the nightmare returned. I couldn't shake the doubt that remained in the wake of the vision. I went into the hall again. The staircase door on this side was broken, meaning I would have to use the stairs on the other side of the hospital. I entered the double doors leading to the s rooms. I started checking doors, when the doors to the day room opened up on me. I heard maniacal high-pitched giggling when a vision hit me. 

A cute young blond nurse was hovering over a body on a gurney. Upon closer inspection, her front was covered in wet blood and she had a mad grin on her face. In her hand was a surgeon's knife, which she was using to stab the lifeless body over and over again. She then looked at me...

She was an inch from my face when I saw reality. She had long spindly limbs and a plump round torso. She was faceless other than a smiling maw that reached from side to side of her head. She brandished gnarly, rusted knives in each hand. She slashed at me, which I had to duck to get out of the way of. I moved around her, backing up. I shot a round into her round belly and she screeched. She ran at me with unearthly speed. I rolled to the side and hitched. The wound in my side made that especially painful. The pause cost me though, as she was on top of me again. She lashed at me wildly, nicking flesh as I scrambled to get out of the way. The consistent pain in my side was slowing me down. I fired three more shots at her as I backed away again. I ran around to the side of her, trying to keep her as far away from me as possible. I fired at her again but then the gun clicked. I would have to reload. The bullets were hitting but not slowing her down in the least. They didn't even look like they were hurting her that much. 'If I get a chance, I will pull out my shotgun. If the bitch gives me a chance.' She lunged at me again, only to have me dodge by a hair's length. Then, I spotted the actual metal gurney with a dead nurse on it in the room. Getting behind it would give me the time I needed to pull out the big gun. 'This is going to hurt, regardless.' I leaped and rolled behind her, and dashed to the gurney. I got behind it but she was already most of the way to the gurney. I grabbed the shotgun and shook the bag off it. I got the butt in my shoulder and the safety off by the time she was in my face. "Eat this, Bitch!" I yelled as I fired a shell into her and pumped the gun. She flew back. I was running on pure adrenaline by this point, putting a timer on killing her. So I charged, firing another shot at her lying form. I paused but when she scrambled to get up, I shot her again. She was still finally. I sighed and my left side went numb again. The nightmare didn't disappear.

Then, I heard the screaming coming from the hall I had come in from. 'It just doesn't fucking end, does it?' I headed down the hallway. The awful noises I had been hearing were much louder as I stepped into the showers. The tile was dirty and reddish-brown. Where it had chipped or was missing entirely, the signature reddish color grating showed underneath. I kept dreading what I would see, considering the nightmare didn't end with that psychotic nurse. I kept thinking of the vision that started this merge. The creature in robes. I shuddered. I was in the locker room, I thought, though it was hard to tell. As I went to look in the stalls, my red world turned white.

Steam from the showers stuck to my skin. The sound of running water didn't drown out the noise of an "Oh...doctor...it's so good." I peeked at the source using my peripheral vision. A naked man had a rather busty woman against the shower wall. He was pounding the woman rather vigorously. The woman still had her nurse cap on. The man was...attractive. Muscular and tanned, he was the image of the iconic modern male. As he turned his head to look at me, bright blue eyes peered at me. He stopped his fucking as he tilted his head at me.

His lips didn't move as I heard, ...A tainted? You do not seem alarmed. That can only mean you can see my human illusion... 

With that, the man in front of me became the robed creature of my earlier visions. The world reverted to that of the nightmare hospital. There was a monster nurse on the floor in front of him. I felt fear slam into me like a fist. 

"You can form full sentences," it was stated in exasperated breaths. 

"Of course I can, I am the Guardian of the God." The statement confused me. He continued, "Unfortunately, all tainted must be sacrificed." 

"Sacrificed?"

Sounding very nonchalant, "It means you must die here." 

The shotgun was up before my mind acknowledged that fact. The signature boom of the gun blared and recoil shook my arm as shot formed black bloody holes in his chest. The force of the shot pushed him back.

"I forgot to mention that I cannot be killed by you." He stated.

Adrenaline pushed through my veins as I turned around. My feet carried me out the door. My side immediately flared up in pain but I ignored it as I ran. I heard him behind me, a sharp scuttling sound. I glanced behind me and saw him climbing on the walls, similar to a spider. He was gaining on me. My eyes searched and my brain registered for a way out. There was locked door after locked door, until I reached the double doors leading to the main hall. The stairs. I flew to my right, toward the door to the stairs. I slammed into that door, blowing it open, and started my descent. The first floor was my destination. I was jumping down multiple steps at a time as I heard his relentless pursuit. Finally after what seemed like forever, the first floor door appeared.




Nightmare of Silent Hill Entry 03



I flew out of it at a breakneck pace and stopped on a dime. Alessa, beautiful Alessa stood in front of me. The robed creature landed behind me. Alessa's eyes shifted into the reddish brown of the nightmare. Her hand went up. Instantly, the grating changed to white wall and tile floor. The gauze creature dissolved before my wide eyes. Alessa's brow furrowed and she became very pale as the change completed. Her hand fell to her side. She smiled lightly before falling. I painfully leapt to catch her. I lifted her real, light frame as my mind barely processed what had happened. The hospital was back to normal. 

I traipsed back through the normal hospital to the garden. It was gracefully free of any wandering monsters. The consistent pain in my side, mixed with exhaustion kept me from noting any details about this time. Dr. Fardamane let me in and helps me set Alessa on a spare bed of his. He took one look at me and kept his tongue. I must've looked like hell. However, when I lifted my hand from my side and it was covered in blood, he spoke. "Oh, what happened? Take off your things, jacket and shirt." I didn't argue and did it. "You've been shot. Why didn't you come to me right away for treatment?" 

"It's just a graze."

He shook his head and rolled his eyes. I almost fell asleep as he worked. Eventually he released me. I vaguely remember climbing into bed next to Alessa before the black void of sleep took me.



Nightmare of Silent Hill Entry 04



NOSH 4: Aspirations of the Amorous

So here's four which takes place after Zoe's encounter in Silent Hill in an FBI office. Read on to see what happens. Five will be next. Thanks for your patience.

Kileka

Present Day – FBI Office 30 Miles South of Silent Hill, West Virginia

Roger

"Zoe, would you like to stop and take a break?" I ask the dry-throated, weary girl across the table from me. Her dark, tired eyes look up at me. The offer is more for Judi and I's sake than hers. Judi had left numerous times during the more grisly scenes, presumably because they made her sick. I continue with my offer, "We can stop for a little while. I can get you something to eat and a soda if you would like." I hope the niceties will bring her back to reality. She had spent the entire eight hour interrogation slumped over, looking miserable, telling her story in a whisper. I had been taking notes on maps that I had requested when she started talking about specific locations within Silent Hill. Short, glasses-wearing Judi had been changing tapes on the voice recorder. Apparently, the FBI office here in West Virginia is too damn cheap to upgrade to a digital one. I had to be transferred here from the office in D.C. to deal with this case. 

Zoe speaks, still in a whisper, "Yes, a break would be nice. And just some water, please." I let out a heavy sigh, glad she consented to the pause in the interrogation. I get up and Judi stops the tape. I can leave her in the interrogation room without cuffing her. She had been completely compliant. The crazy ones usually were until you found their crazy trigger, the thing that turned them into violent, gibbering psychos. This girl was found unconscious in the burnt-out hollow of a church. A worker at a gas station on the nearby highway reported seeing smoke coming from the town. The local fire department sent responders to ensure the fire didn't spread. At least one unidentified burnt corpse was found in the church with her. Local officials were looking for any others. Considering the town had been abandoned for decades and she was the only living thing there, naturally the girl was brought in for questioning regarding the burnt corpse. The local law enforcement sent her to the nearest medical facility for treatment, she had no smoke in her lungs but had signs of being shot, sexual assault and numerous abrasions. Her vehicle was found on the southern road out of the town. When questioned, she talked only of monsters in the town. Apparently, she confessed to killing two people, though she never specified who or gave any details. That's when the local FBI office got called and in turn called me for my special victims experience. My preliminary research revealed Silent Hill was burnt up by mine fires which are still lit under the town. They likely caused the church fire. There were several superstitions regarding the town, that is was haunted or once run by cults. There was a report involving a local cop, Cybil Bennett, who died mysteriously after supposedly following a tourist into the town. That report was vague, only mentioning that her body was found in an amusement park with a single gunshot wound. 

I readjust my button-down and put my tie back on before I leave the room. I check the time on my practical watch. It reads 1:45 in the afternoon. 'Damn, we've been interrogating since seven this morning.' As I step out, I peer at the overdressed Director of the local office, Don Mesiliere. He glares at me, displeased at the interruption. I mentally flick him off as I watch Judi scurry toward the ladies room. The guy is a jerk, who thinks he's some king because he's Director. I just remind myself I don't work for him. I wade through the overcrowded offices, where agents like me are coordinating other details of my investigation or investigations similar to mine. I pitch pleasant hellos in their direction as I make my way through the office. They all respond with heys or how are yous in passing. Their assistants shuffle around them, trying to obey their bosses overwhelming commands. Cubicles line the busy room, cutting up the stale white walls and boring grey carpet. Halogen lights give the strewn paperwork and files a bluish hue, making it the only other color in the room. I dodge several busy people on my way to the employee break room. This office is awful busy for being in the middle of nowhere. The dull roar of the office dies when I enter the break room. A single table stands opposite a sink, cupboard and refrigerator. This room also shares the gray color tones of the other room. A lovely young assistant by the name of Cynthia is in the room stirring a cup of coffee for herself. Upon seeing her I say, "Good afternoon Cynthia." 

I think she's surprised I knew her name as she stiffens. "Good afternoon Agent Collins. How is that Silent Hill case coming along?"

I knew I couldn't go into specifics with her but a general answer is fine. "It's been difficult to work with the witnesses."

Her eyes were pretty, a deep aqua color. "Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. I hear you came from D.C. How is it there?"

I lean on the counter next to her. "Too many tourists and too many politicians. But the FBI office there is huge and always insanely busy. Do you live around here?"

She takes a sip out of the Styrofoam cup. "I couldn't deal with all that craziness. I do in fact."

I admire those eyes again as I say, "Do you like it here?"

Another sip. "Yeah. I hate all the ghost stories though."

"I would too."

She checks her watch. "Oh, I got to get going. It was nice talking to you, Agent Collins." 

I slip in, "Yeah. You too Cynthia," as she leaves the room. She was a sweet gal, independent and stable. No sign of any traumatic experiences with her. 

I open the fridge and snatch one of the Vanilla Cokes I had bought on the way to work. I crack it open and take a long swallow, allowing the sweet bubbly to wash my dry throat and fizz in my belly. I know better than to eat, that girl isn't done and something tells me the worst is to come. 'She can cook up some depraved shit, that one.' While in thought, my front pocket vibrates. I fumble the iphone out of my pocket and touch the answer key on the screen. "This is Special Agent Collins." 

The suave voice of my wife's divorce lawyer says, "Roger, this is Lydia Mortarse again."

'Fuck. This is the third time this week.'

She continues, "Vanessa wanted me to tell you that you are welcome to keep the Cadillac."

'Damn right, I can keep it. I paid for it.' It's another ploy to convince me to let Vanessa keep the house that I paid for too. I don't know why, Vanessa made plenty of money sucking cocks of the CEOs of a large bank chain. I actually think she made more than I did. I just had to put her name on the house and the car. Keeping my voice steady, "Mrs. Mortarse, I am keeping the car and the house. I'm sticking with the original cash offer. All other discussions will have to be made in the presence of my lawyer and when I'm back in D.C." Vanessa was a doll of a gal, six years younger than me but couldn't handle my demanding work and lack of desire to have kids at 38. 'I wouldn't have married the bitch if I had known she was going to try to take everything I own in the divorce.'

Mrs. Mortarse paused, "Very well, Roger. I'll see you at the next consultation." She hung up. 

'I hate how the venomous snake used my first name. It's about time that bitch gave up hounding me.' My lawyer was going to have a heyday with her when he found out she had been calling me. I open the fridge and grab a bottle of water for the crazy before heading out into the office again. 'Maybe I should check on Judi.' 

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Judi

As soon as me and Agent Collins leave the interrogation room, I bolt for the ladies room. I pass Director Mesiliere but he is too busy glaring at Agent Collins. After eight hours checking tapes and many bathroom breaks to puke up my breakfast, I look like hell. I need to make sure I look presentable. This is only my second week here so I have to make a good impression. My last job, while it never made me lose my breakfast, basically placed me as a personal slave to a fat, greasy CEO of a financial company. The CEO canned me for being too old and because I wouldn't do sexual favors for him. It was just wrong. This job is much better, other than that sicko in the interrogation room. Her descriptions of the monsters and the sex, it's too much for me. 

I pass a couple storage rooms and more exhausted assistants. I empathize with them, knowing how demanding the Agents could be. Collins is handsome and has been very good with the interrogation so far. The Director is insulting about his demands. He brazenly called me an idiot when I jammed the printer on accident once. The Director is the my-shit-doesn't-stink kind of person. I put on perfume like I normally would the first day at the job. 

After shaking my hand, he commented, "My dear, what is that retched smell coming from you?" He wrinkled his nose. Mind you, I buy my perfume from Avon.

I stumbled over my words, "Perfume, s-sir."

He grimaced before saying, "Well, you should consider purchasing perfume from a more high end retailer in the future." He then avoided me all day. 

Panty-wearing snob. Not all of us rake in the big bucks straight out of taxpayers pockets. I shouldn't think such things, considering now my payroll comes from taxpayer dollars as well.

I pace into the bathroom, realizing I'm grumpy due to the grueling interrogation I've had to sit through. Before barging into the stalls, I notice how dirty they are. Dirty, like the janitor hasn't cleaned them in days. Dust clings to the gray-painted metal and the handles are filmy with oil. I skip the stalls and move to the sinks. They are just as filthy with the mirrors coated in dust. I lightly tap the hot water spigot on. I look at my gaunt, malnourished appearance. My gray hair is disheveled. Dark lines trace circles under my glassy eyes. My flesh is white, pulled tight against my bones. I splash hot water on my face, smoothing my hair and being careful not to get any water on my silk blouse. I dry my face. I look much better afterwards. It must be my negative outlook affecting how I see things. I adjust my blouse, tucking it into my pencil skirt. I pull my tights up snug around my thighs. I puff out the sleeves on my blouse. I let my hair down before curling it back up into a bun at the nape of my neck. 

When I look back up into the mirror, a face is behind me. I jump and yelp, the presence surprising me. Only once I realize it's Director Mesiliere does my heart rate come down. I turn to face him. His finely tailored figure blocked the door out of the bathroom.

He asks, "When you're finished, can you come to my office, Judi?"

I stutter, "Y-y-yes, sir."

He leaves out the door again. I quickly double check my appearance before gathering my things and leave the bathroom. I walk through the busy center office to the stairs. I tromp up the stairs leading to the executive offices of the building. The decor undergoes a complete change up here, the carpet is a plush brown. The walls are painted in tan and deep sienna. There is art on the walls. Each office has a wood door with glass and the name of the executive in monotype print. The one on the very end and the largest is the director's. His office has a pair of double doors with his name in cursive on the wood. The doors don't have glass. I knock politely on the door. 

From inside, "Come in."

I enter the office. I had never been up here before. It was extravagantly plain. A cumbersome oak desk before oak shelves lined with books. A large wood filling cabinet lined the opposite wall. Wood and leather chairs sat in front of the desk. The director looks at me expectantly as I enters, from his chair behind the desk. There is nothing personal in the office, no pictures of family, no mementos of the director's likes. It's odd. 

He starts the conversation, "Judi, I've been wanting to talk to you about you work performance."

It was the conversation I dreaded. I nod, sitting down to brace for the words I didn't want to hear. 

He get up and walks over to the door, "Normally, your performance is grounds for termination," - he clicks the lock over on the door - "but I'm willing to make an exception if..." He pauses.

'Why me?' I know what's coming. But I need this job so badly. My savings from the last job just ran out. My husband died just over a year ago. I had a mortgage to pay, a son in college and a car payment. 

I try diplomacy first, "I apologize, sir. I will correct any errors I have been making."

He looks down, "Yes, of course I would expect nothing less of you. However, I still need incentive to keep you on board, dear."

Bile rises in my throat for the fifth time today. At least he is attractive and can't be more than five years older than me, unlike the CEO of the last company I worked for. He is still a prick. 

He must have seen the horror on my face, "Don't worry, dear. You only need to do three things. Do as I say, don't make a sound and don't tell anybody about this. Not so hard, huh?"

Putting my head down in defeat, I mumble, "No sir."

He comes closer to me, asking with satisfaction in his voice, "So do will you do it?"

I feel like crying. 'Exploited again, poor Judi. It'll be alright, I'll just imagine it's my husband or something.' I nod. 

He states flatly, "You have to say it aloud, dear."

Gritting my teeth, I murmur, "I'll do your favor for you."

The director's mood shifts. With gaiety, "Splendid. I was worried I would have to twist you arm." He moves directly in front of me and removes a gold ring from his right hand. He places it on the desk in front of me. He motions for me to stand. Reaching under the topcoat of his suit, he unbuttons the front of his pants. He pulls the zipper down, reaches in and pulls out his limp member. With a grin on his face, he asks, "With you deal with this, dear? We obviously can't proceed without him paying attention to the situation." I probably visibly cringed but got down on my knees. After my hesitation, he caresses my cheek willing my mouth near the flaccid member. I'm not entirely certain how to proceed. I haven't given oral in a few years and even then it was infrequent. I take it in my hand and lick the tip. I rub up and down on the soft cock until it stiffens up a bit. After that I take the entire thing into my mouth. I pull out and push back in, allowing his cock to rub along the top of my tongue. His penis was getting harder as I continued sucking on it. I sucked it my cheeks a little to put suction on the cock as I bobbed in and out onto it. The director was moving with me, driving his hips toward me. His cock touched the back of my throat. My gag reflex activated and I choked. I held the cock in my mouth continuing to suck his cock but not allowing it to touch my throat. The director put his hand behind my head. I worked more vigorously, bobbing my head back and forth quicker and with more force. The director then pushed my head in, forcing his cock into my throat. I gagged and sputtered. Tears came to my eyes. I hated this. I couldn't breath. He finally let up and I stopped. 

He grabs my arm and drags me up. He throws me onto the desk face first, forcing me to catch myself with my arms. I didn't know how I am going to handle that retched girl after this. The director wrenches up my skirt. He yanks down my undergarments. With each movement, I stiffen, cringing. I feel his perfectly manicured fingers prod at my arid pussy. I don't find this situation arousing one bit. He seemingly doesn't mind, as he simply runs his hands up my body. Those hands grasp my breasts through the silk blouse and padded bra. He fondles and pinches them until he gets a squirm .His hands then find their way back to my ass. One hand perches on my left asscheek as the other plays with my labia. He plays until I squirm again, signifying that he found the right spot. His other hand assists the first hand on, fingering my lightly moist hole. He continues with this until I am wet enough for him. I am in a hurry to get this over with but disappointed with how little time it took to get me excited. I hear him unbutton, unzip and pull down his pleated slacks. I clamp my jaw shut when I feel his cockhead against my engorged pussy lips. I brace myself against the desk, readying for his forced entry. He pushes slowly at first, the tip working itself into the folds of my only partially moist cunt. Once past the initial barrier, he rams into me. I swallow a yell as thigh hits thigh, and he bottoms out within me. He pauses before pulling out slowly. When the head hits the barriers, he pushes roughly back in. He is slow, hard and precise. Every time he pushes back in, it rattles me, forcing me to swallow another scream. 

I feel him get anxious, his hands grip, his breathing becomes heavy and he bottoms out harder with every stroke. He quickens his pace, fucking me faster. It mellows the force of each stroke, making it more pleasurable. With each stroke not causing excrutiating pain, I actually start to enjoy the feeling of him inside me. My breathing picks up and I push against him. He is working vigorously now, his balls slapping against me with every stroke. I hear grunts come from him in exertion. He is working up to his orgasm, something that relieves me greatly to hear. He grasps at my breast again, drilling me faster with every moment that passes. I glance up into the mirror. He adamantly watches himself fuck me. I look down in disdain but not before noticing my expression is warped by pleasure and pain. He reaches his crescendo, going up onto his toes and silently bellowing. His dick twitches, spewing hot fluid into my dripping cunt. It spills four loads into me before quitting. He pulls the limp member out and I crumple to my knees. He calmly puts his flaccid member back into his slacks as he pulls them up. He moves over to the sink and scrubs his hands vigorously before putting the gold ring back on. He looks looks at me lovingly before cooing at me, "No telling, okay love? Oh dear, and do clean yourself up before proceeding with the interrogation."

He walks out. I punch the wall, wanting to scream. 'Fucking sadistic son of a bitch.'

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Don

I smooth out my collar as I leave my office. She is a tad older than my usual pursuits, but was overall complacent. Her cunt is nice and tight as an added bonus. I need the stress relief. That crazed sexual deviant in the interrogation room has put me through a personal form of hell. The rape scene between her precious Alessa and the janitor was especially torturous. I had to hide my erection the entire time she was telling the scene. I want her, Zoe, unlike anyone I have ever desired after in my existence. She is mad, no doubt, she belongs in a mental health facility for the rest of her life. I pray I get some alone time with her before they put her there.

I walk back to the office area just outside the interrogation rooms. Agent Collins is no doubt still dawdling about. I watch the busy agents and assistants tense as I pass them. A few even stop and acknowledge me. They better. I hold all of their jobs in my hands. In this office, I'm god. I watch two security guards haul a ratty-looking man toward the interrogation rooms. He's rambling loudly, echoing across the office. I ignore him, spotting Roger at the vending machine. He's fighting the machine over a dollar bill. I approach him and he notices me. He addresses me, "Director."

I ask him, "What are your impressions of the case thus far, Collins?"

He stops fighting the machine and faces me. He rakes his hand through his hair. "Zoe's delusional. She's experienced a severely traumatic event, but this has to be paired with a mental illness. She needs to be evaluated by a psychologist for this, though."




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I agree with him, nodding. "We should allow her to finish her statement. Then it should be read by a specialist, afterward."

He furrows his busy brow. "Should I be the one to finish the interrogation, considering her mental state?"

I hear the rambler get louder. "Yes. You're trained to deal with trauma victims. It will suffice," - I am interrupted by the rambler. Roger and I pay attention to the commotion. I don't know Roger that well, just enough to know that he cannot be aware of my sexual pursuits in the office. He is not fond of me much, the feeling is mutual.

The guards are trying to fruitlessly silence the ratty man. Between their loud shushes and the man's yelling, I have trouble making out any words. The one word I catch freezes me in place. "Alessa," echoes across the office loud and concise. I unflinchingly tromp across the room toward the ratty man. The guards notice me, stand at attention and address me. The tattered man calms at my presence, eyeing me. I take in his appearance. He is in worn black t-shirt and jeans with graying work boots. This is all covered in a dark tan modern trench coat. He appears clean, though his brown hair is whipped around his head out of a loose ponytail. His features unsettle me. Attractive high arched eyebrows, defined cheekbones and thin lips are warped by a mask of insanity. This is further enforced by a single velvet glove on his right hand. 

I ask the guards shortly, "Name and reason for questioning?"

The one on the right answers, "Edgar Dale. Wanted for questioning as a person of interest in a string of brutal murders along Virginia and DC."

I bring my attention back to Mr. Dale. He stares back at me with rust-colored eyes. That one is a companion investigation that was taken over by a profiling group out of the DC office. The file did come across my desk at some point. The murders were seemingly random people butchered like cattle. It was delightfully gruesome. I care more about what Mr. Dale seems to know about the Silent Hill case. 

"How do you know that name you called out, Mr. Dale?" I ask him.

He stays silent for a moment. Finally in a rushed babble, "The bricks told me of her, of her savior, of your doom." He stops again.

I did not immediately dismiss it for mad rambling, instead I bid him continue.

He does, giving a long speech,

"She's much too old for me now.

Quickly, she grew, I don't really know how.

Cute young things, cooing in my ear.

SHHS ensigned on their wear.

The screeching rats clawing on rusted walls.

The wire has barbs, clanging it's retched call.

The rats burn a pretty green color.

I can't see through the fog.

The Church makes puppies into dogs.

The dark and iron hides the moon.

You're all gonna need your tetanus shots soon

Have you seen the man with the iron box on his head yet?

Don't worry, he'll soon make you all his pet. 

He still owes me a ham sandwich."

Something strange then happens with the mad man. His expression straightens, fixing into a sane look. His eyes become severe and his mouth forms a line. He leans toward me. He whispers with a stern voice, "You are all going to die." He leans back up with the same severe look on his face.

'Fucking crazy.' I wave at the guards to take him away. Mr. Dale stares at me while the guards drag him away. He got under my skin, that one. I shake it off and look at Agent Collins. He is entranced by the girl in the interrogation room.

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Zoe

I manage to shake off the cloudiness in my head after the Agent leaves the room. The sterile featureless room mocks me. I escape one prison just to enter another. I can't even think about that place right now. I had been telling my story on autopilot, letting the words come out without thinking about them. The Agent was a nice man, with far too many demons of his own to be of any solace to me. I could tell he thought I was sick and absolutely nuts, but at least he seemed to credit it to the apparent trauma on my body. His assistant however was sickened by the words I said, excusing herself frequently. She thought I was just plain crazy. It's the look in people's eyes gives it away when they address you. 

I feel so numb. My face, my hands. I can hardly believe I'm alive, let alone still aware of myself. Part of me wants to curl of in a ball and never speak again while the other wants to run free under the moonlight, laughing. 'What now? What will I do if these people let me go? Go back to college, back to my parents, my few friends. Kyle.' Thinking of him physically hurts me. I cringe and double over. I should of told him where I was going and why. I didn't because I didn't want him to follow me. It's like I knew something horrible was going to happen. 'Can I tell him what had happened? Can I repeat this story to him?' I would have to explain all this to him somehow. I could use what the FBI was likely to declare this as: Girl assaulted by group of mysterious individuals in small abandoned town. There would be no mention of my statement except to support that I was suffering from psychological trauma as a result of the attack. That's if they didn't pin the dead body on me and lock me in a white room for the rest of my life. I can't think of that either. Another jolt of pain strikes me as Alessa's face comes to my mind. This one doubles me over to the point of putting my forehead to the table. 

I stand abruptly, forcing the thought out of my head. I face the giant mirror on the wall. At first, I see the sterile plain room with dead-looking desperate me sitting in the middle of it. I look away to see something out of the corner of my eye. It's me but twisted. Corpsely pale with my hair in my face. Rust-colored eyes stare back at me with gleeful malice. A shudder rushes through my body as I stare at the twisted me. It, she, me mouths the word "Mine."

I gasp and turn away. 

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Roger

When the Director walks away to deal with the unruly man in the office, I begin thinking about the crazy I have to continue to interrogate. I walk over to the interrogation room she's in. She's sitting quietly, probably lost in her own thoughts. 'Gawd, I'm tired.' I think as fatigue hit me. We probably still have four more hours of interrogation, as well. It's not like I have anything better to do other than sleep. I'm staying in a hotel about 15 minutes away from the office. 'What's the point? She's going to get an insanity plea regardless.' I look down at the water bottle I brought for her. 

When I look back up at her, she starts to change. I furrow my brow, confused. Her hair starts to darken, from root to tip, turning pitch black. Her skin loses its color fading to white. I look back down and shake my head. 'I must be exhausted if I'm seeing things.' I look back up and everything is back to normal. I feel a tap on my shoulder that makes me jump. I whip around to see the Director looking rather impatient at me. 

He says, "I didn't mean to startle you but I would like to continue with the interrogation now."

I nod, wondering where Judi is. I can technically start without her but she is probably still in the ladies room not feeling well. I enter the interrogation room without her. Zoe notices me but doesn't say anything. I settle back down in one of the uncomfortable metal chairs. I place the bottled water on the table. The girl timidly takes it and unscrews it. She takes a deliberate swig before putting it back down. Judi comes in shortly, looking slightly less ill but more tired. She sits down and fiddles with the recorder. When she starts it again, I take that as my queue to talk to the girl. I ask her, "Zoe would you like to continue where you left off?" She nods and begins to speak again.



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NoSH 5: Love's Lesson Learned

*Hey Guys and Gals, this is the fifth installment of the Silent Hill Series. Sorry for the long wait, I need an editor. There is only 2 parts after this so I'll hurry it up. Let me know what ya think.

Kileka*



"I awoke to Alessa's beautiful face. She was sleeping quietly, curled up and squished against me on the doctor's small bed. I was barely off the edge of the bed myself. My hair was a mess, my side was bandaged and my clothes were torn up. I sat up and straightened my hair. I snuck off the bed, arousing no sign of waking from Alessa. The pain shot up my side, bending me over. I gripped at my side, cringing and tightening my jaw. I limped over and pulled at my backpack. I pulled out my spare change of clothes, revealing a black sweater, jeans and fresh undergarments. Spying another peek at snoozing Alessa, I started peeling off my shredded clothes. This was a slow, painful process. Getting the other set back on was just as tear jerkingl. 

While in panties, I hear a slight giggle. I look over to the bed to see smiling Alessa looking at my half-naked self. I probably had the deer in the headlights look as she giggled again, putting her hand to her mouth. I attempted to slip my sweater on hurriedly, and another shock of pain hit me when I jerked my shoulders. It hurt enough to earn an open mouth and eye clinching. Alessa's face went up and she leapt off the bed. She grabbed the rest of my sweater and rolled it down my body. The pain faded but my expression did not. This had obviously provoked a response in me. I felt too much want and adoration in that moment, I didn't know what to do. She stopped. She was hunched over with her arms crossed in front of her. Her face was bright red. My impulses to touch her were too strong. I was itching to put her soft pale flesh into my hands. I wanted to hold her and tell her everything was going to be okay. 

Finally, she spoke "Don't you think you should have the doctor look at that again, Zoe?" My name flowed off her quaint voice like a nice gooey cheese. It made me feel warm inside. 

It took me a moment to answer. "No. There's not much more he can do for it now." 

She didn't look up, "Oh. But you seem to be in a lot of pain."

I felt like a fool, standing in front of her half-dressed, so I stuck my leg in the pants. She noticed my movement and scrambled to help me. She knelt before me and grabbed the waist of my jeans. I was gloating inside. Her head was about level with my crotch. It amplified the want in me, demanding her contact. I've never thought of myself as a lesbian, but it didn't matter. She pulled up my jeans, guiding them up my slender leg. I finally thought of a good comeback, "I am, but it's not because I have a hole in my midsection." 

I couldn't keep the grin off my face as she looked up at me with wide eyes. Her face lightened up. She rebutted, "Where does it hurt, Zoe?" There was a not so innocent playfulness in her voice. 

I took her hand and put it on my breast, "Why don't you feel around to see where it hurts?" I squeezed her hand, "Here?" I move my hand down to the crevice between my legs. "And here?" She cupped my muff, than tentatively moved her hand back toward the source of my want. When her hand reached my very hot, engorged pussy, I gasped. She looked up at me, her brows up and her lips down. I looked down at her and said, "I think you found it." I got on my knees but kept her hand between my legs. "Right there. It hurts so much. Won't you help me feel better?" I wanted her so much, I soaked right through my panties. There is no doubt she felt it. 

She broke the spell momentarily, taking her hand away and frowning. She almost had tears in her eyes as she said, "Zoe, I," she paused. "I don't want to lose you. I want you and I care for you. And what you have to face," Her voice cracked. I knelt down, wrapping my arms around her, and sensing her conflict. 

I tried to console her, "I want to save you from this place." I spoke slowly, deliberately putting meaning into the words. I meant it. I meant it more than anything else I had ever said. 

She pulled away from me. Darkness had come across her face. "You will die. Or worse become part of this town forever. Just like me." 

"The demon will not let me leave. I must go through with this." I rationalized. 

"She has a plan for you," She lowered her head and played with the hem of her skirt. "The demon." She looked at the corner of the room with a glare. "She believes you can become a Guardian for me." 

I followed her gaze and asked, "Like the white I-talk-in-full-sentences creature? He called himself a Guardian." I realized I said too much when her eyebrows went up.

Hurriedly, leaning into me, she revealed her surprise, "You can hear them, too? The monsters I mean. Valtiel talked to you?"

I hesitated to answer, lightly rubbing her back with my palm. I caressed her short black hair. "What does it mean if I can? What does it mean to talk to the whi- Valtiel? Does it change things?"

Her breath hitched and I felt the shudders of sobbing wrack her body. Light cries came from her. I let her cry for a minute before cupping her chin. I brought her to face me, and asked, "What does it mean?"

Wiping a tear from her ruddy cheek, she replied, "The Goddess has chosen you. You were meant to be here and face this nightmare. It is your destiny to release this place from this hell. She will try desperately to destroy you before you can."

My eyes wandered as my mind churned. "Goddess?"

She leaned up, "What you know as the demon. Fortunately the goddess's power is limited by your actions and my will. Or you would be dead already." Her expression was grim. 

I abruptly stood, releasing her. "I will defeat her. I will free this place from her power." I looked down and said, "I will release you." 

She still had tears in her eyes as she looked up at me. She pleaded, "Don't go yet. I still have a little time. Spend it with me." 

I was confused by what the time thing meant but let it drop. I knelt down again and embraced her. "Of course I will." She curled up in my arms. Her slender leg bent up, pushing up her short skirt. This revealed pale smooth touchable thigh. I lightly cupped her knee than ran my hand up that beautiful thigh. She moved her hand onto my chest, clenching at my sweater. My fingers grazed along the back of her thigh and back up to her knee. I then slid my hand back down her calf, pushing her pristine white sock down with my hand. I unsnapped the strap on her black petite shoe and slipped it off. I repeat with the other shoe, moving slowly and waiting for a reaction. I put my hand under her sock and slid it off. This was all unnecessary to actually have sex but I wanted to take it slow for her, considering her previous sexual experiences were all bad. When I got both socks off, I caressed up her thigh again. She shuddered. I put my other hand behind her neck, coercing her to face me. Her cheeks were red. Her timidness was so endearing, I kissed her cheek as I ran my thumb along her jawline. I hesitated above her lips searching for permission. Her brown eyes revealed her want and fear to me. I leaned into her and lightly brushed her lips with mine. I lingered there before she devoured me. She wrapped her arms around my neck and crushed her lips onto mine. My lust rapidly ruined my attempts to be gentle as I pried her lips open with my tongue. I danced my tongue around hers. She received it well, kissing me back with a vigor to match mine. 

I pushed her onto the floor, placing myself above her. I kissed her voraciously again. I begged myself to slow down as I pushed her head to the side. I took her earlobe in my teeth and heard her intake breath sharply. Goosebumps covered her bare skin. I had a hand on her thigh slowly pushing her skirt up. I kissed a line down the hollow of her throat. She arched her back breathing heavily. I leaned up and cupped her dainty breasts. Her lips parted slightly. I kneaded at those lovely mounds, rising more of a reaction out of her. I stopped and she opened her eyes as thought to say 'why'. I untied the red bow on her white under-shirt. I slid the tie out and tossed it to the side. I folded the collar of her shirt up and pulled the blue sweater over her head. The crisp white blouse underneath hugged her curves and I could see the pink of her flesh under it. I undid the buttons one by one until I reached the bottom. I pulled the shirt out of her skirt and bid her sit up. She did then removed the blouse. A quiant cotton bra covered her small breasts. I reached around her to unclasp it and pulled it off her. She went to hide her breasts but I stopped her, cupping them again. Her pert pink nipples were erect under my hands. They were small and dainty just as she was. I took them in my fingers and lightly pinched them. She had a rather abrupt and noisy reaction, moaning and arching. I pushed her to a laying position again. Keeping my hands on her breasts, I kissed her collarbone and made my way down. 

When I licked a pert nipple, she shivered violently and moaned again. I fingered and pulled at the other nipple while wetting the one in front of me. I tickled that nipple with my tongue, flicking at it and licking circles around. I finished with that one and moved to the other giving it the same treatment. All the while, I pushed her skirt up by running my hands up her thighs. I found her cotton covered pussy. She was as wet as I, soaking through her panties. I took the pleasure of touching her there, lightly fingering her muff to her pussy lips. I stopped torturing her nipples to remove her panties. Again, she went red as I looked upon her womanhood. A light sprinkling of black hair rose up from the hood of her clit leading to her swollen, soaked lips. It arose in me a desire I could barely control. I pushed her legs wide apart. I sunk down and placed my lips on that clit hood. I ran my index finger along her crevise, pushing inside of her. She was tight as a button, sopping wet and textured as I pushed my finger deep inside. As I fingered her, I licked and sucked at her clit area. I coerced the tiny nub out of it's cover. 

Amid throaty, high-pitched moans Alessa begs, "Zoe, please stop, I'm going to cum. I want you to cum too." I stopped licking at her and she scrambled up. She ripped my sweater off of me. She fumbled with the clasps of my bra, eventually getting it, tore it off me as well. She grasped my breasts like the over-anxious virgin she was, pushing me on the floor in the process.I gasped at the pain in my side but she didn't stop. She kneaded my breasts roughly as her mouth sought the curve of my neck. She bit down, hard, sucking at the tender flesh there. She straddled me and bit into me deeper. She was so anxious and the pain of her teeth overwhelmed the pain in my side. She slid down, hastily putting a nipple into her mouth. She licked at it, circling it with her tongue before sucking on it. She bit down, and I gasped in pain. She stopped with a worried look on her face. 

I caressed her jaw and said, "Not so rough, love. You don't have to rush." She nodded. She was much gentler with the other nipple, only licking and sucking at it. My pussy tightened and I leaked more fluid. She scooted down again, and yanked at my jeans. I lifted my midsection and she pulled them off me. She repeated the procedure with my soaked through panties. I hadn't shaved so I felt a little self-conscious. Obviously it didn't phase the girl as she pushed herself between my legs. She was a little rough, pain flaring up in my side again. I ignored it as she pushed her index finger into me. I moaned slightly and she pushed in her middle finger in as well. She wiggled those fingers, copying what I had done to her. When she touched her tongue to my clit hood, I felt my desire flare up. She flicked at it with her tongue, each movement sending a shock of heat to my pussy. My cunt twitched in response, throbbing nicely against her fingers. When one of those fingers grazed my g-spot, I arched and moaned loudly. My fingers gripped at her hair, pulling it slightly. She felt around until I moaned again. She then curled her fingers against that spot repeatedly and increased the frequency of her licking. 

I stopped her before I reached crescendo and bid her turn around. I guided her own crotch to my face. I tweaked on her nipple while my other hand busied itself pushing fingers into her pussy. My own tongue found her exposed clit and flicked at it. I sucked at it willing her to cum as quickly as I would. She continued her vigorous finger fuck and sucking of my now exposed clit. I picked up the pace, feeling her cunt convulse more quickly against my fingers as I worked her. She mimicked me, licking and fingering hurriedly. The heat traveled to my pussy, while my clit started tingling. I was close now but she came first. She threw back her head as she cried out in pleasure. Her vagina clenched tightly in rapid spurts. Knowing I was close as well, she went back to her torture of me until my own cunt clenched and I moaned loudly. She turned around and collapsed against me. We laid there for a while, holding each other as tightly as we could. 

Eventually, we got up and got dressed. Alessa helped me pull on my pants so I didn't severely hurt myself. The air-raid siren blared, penetrating the bunker and room within it. Alessa and I froze, our eyes widening simultaneously. Dr. Fardamane busted into the room as I watched Alessa's expression crumple into sorrow. The doctor said, "It's her." We both looked at him.

Alessa responded, "He's right. I've spent too long here." She rushed out of the room and I followed her. Before she unlocked the doors out, I grabbed her arm.

I pleaded, "Alessa, please."

She snapped, "I have to go. I endanger you both by being here." I let her go and she hurried out of the bunker. I felt the doctor's lingering presence as I followed her into the garden.

Outside, the sky was darkening. The nightmare was quickly consuming the hospital again, turning dirty tile into rusted grates. Alessa headed for the doors to the inside of the hospital. I moved to go after her but hesitated when I realized I was unarmed. In the same moment of that thought, Valtiel emerged from the darkness of the hospital. His head twitched as he walked steadily toward Alessa and the doors to the garden. Fear froze every muscle in my body. Fear for Alessa bid me move. 

The doctor grabbed me. "Zoe, we have to get inside." I shrugged him off and watched the two. Valtiel neared my Alessa who had opened the doors to the garden. She turned to face me with the most hopeless look on her face as Valtiel wrapped his arms around her. 

Rage boiled in my blood. I took a step forward and I spat, "Alessa. I will come for you! And nothing, including that monster" - I pointed to Valtiel - "will stop me! I swear it."

She smiled lightly, tears in her eyes, and said, "I know and I love you for it, Zoe."

At that point, I let the doctor drag me inside the bunker. He sat me down on the couch before moving to the kitchen. I was crushed by my guilt, the weakness I had for not stopping that monster from taking her. 'I should have grabbed my shotgun and blew the fucker to pieces. I shouldn't have let her go.' I put my face in my hands. 

After a moment, I looked back up. The doctor shakily poured himself a cup of coffee. He put sugar in it. He faced me and I asked, "Will he attack us?"

The doctor sipped some of his coffee, still visibly shaking. He answered, "He got what he came for."

Overcame with anger, I stomped into the room, past him and grabbed my things. I drug them out and slammed them onto the small round table. I began tearing things out of the backpack. I counted the supplies as I put them into piles. I still had my working flashlight, not-working cell phone and wallet. I made a point to turn the flashlight on to see that it worked. I unfolded all the maps I had gathered so far. Of medical supplies, I only had one first aid kit and two health drinks left. 

Before I got to the weapons, the doctor interrupted me, "What are you doing?"

"Going after her." I said shortly. 

"Are you crazy! Have you listened to anything I've said to you?" He raised his voice. 

"It's not like I have a choice." 

"You're going because of her." There was spite in his voice. 

Already pissed off, I stomped over and grabbed his shirt. In his face, I spat, "I can either sit her and rot, like you have, or end this. I have survived two nightmares already. I can do this."

He got snippy. "Barely survived two nightmares. And that is completely different than two invincible monsters and the source of the nightmares incarnate. This isn't a game, Zoe."

"I know. But I won't just sit here and do nothing." I let him go. "I have a life outside of this hell and I intend to go back to it." My mind flashed to Kyle. I loved him too. It confused me, I loved Alessa too. I knew that now. I walked back to the table with my bag on it. I pulled out the frying pan and flag pole. I giggled at how silly the weapons were. Lastly, I pulled out the two guns. There was silence as I packed the two clips I had for the 9mm with loose bullets from a box. I filled one 15 round clip. I was one bullet shy of filling the second clip. I checked the chamber of the gun, which indeed contained a bullet. I slid the almost full clip into the gun. I moved on to my shotgun. There were three shells in the chamber of the gun. That wasn't much considering what I had to go up against. 

I looked up. Dr. Fardamane had moved and now had another 9mm in his hand. It looked functional but didn't have a clip in it. I peered at him and raised an eyebrow. 

"I'm going with you." He stated flatly. My expression went up. He continued, "I'm a coward. I've been hiding all these years." He paused, holding the gun out, aiming at the far wall. "You'll stand a better chance with my medical expertise and background knowledge around. And by some miracle we may be able to end this. I'm not a very good shot though."

I laughed, finding some hope amidst the turmoil in my brain. "Neither am I but we'll make it work." I was worried about his well-being but I would need his help to do this. 

He bustled about, putting on a bullet-proof vest. It's a shame he only had one. He also put together a bag of medical supplies. At least he'd be a lot harder to injure and kill than me. 

I was just glad I didn't have to do this impossible task alone. I realized I was dragging him into this and his fate was also in my hands, along with Alessa's. I swore to give my all to keep him alive, even if it cost me my own life. I swore to free Alessa, no matter the cost. 'I will do this, for the doctor, for Alessa, for Kyle, and lastly for my freedom from this nightmare.' 

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When the Doctor and me had gathered all of our supplies, we stood at the door leading out to the hospital. Fardamane gazes back at the bunker in longing despair. He didn't want to leave, his expression and posture displayed his hesitation. I felt the same way in a sense but mine was out of fear for us all. I left the bunker without him. I knew he followed me once I wandered to the front door of the hospital. 

We had to go to back up to Old Silent Hill. The church was up by the high school and the Levin St. house. It was a long walk, at least a few miles. There was little between the two parts of town, which also meant less creatures to deal with. Me and the doctor made our way up Nathan Avenue at a decent pace. Every time we encountered a creature, I shot it with my pistol with increasing accuracy. I had little pain in my side. The doctor had given me some pain meds before we started this trek. We kept going on Nathan Ave until we turned onto Sandford St. We were about halfway there. We passed the amusement park a little while after. I saw the first of Old Silent Hill and the river after a brief time. We turned on Midwich St and passed the high school. I double checked my maps. We encountered more creatures here including dogs and some of the lying figures. We handled them promptly and made a right onto Bloch St. I saw the church from afar. Only two more blocks and we were there. 




Nightmare of Silent Hill Entry 05



I slowed as we passed Bachman. The church looked like the one from all my dreams. It was in the style of old Catholic churches. It had a high tower with a cross atop it.It was in brick and wood. The doors were even brass. There was no red light coming from it. I looked around and there were no creatures. I worried about seeing the red one from my dreams. I looked back at the church and took another step. A sharp pain penetrated my head, bringing tears to my eyes. I went to my knees. 

I saw a girl with white hair and Alessa's face. 

...Don't kill me Zoe...

A roar. Red light blared from the church. The sky turned black.

I heard the doctor's voice. "Zoe. Zoe! Are you okay?!" I came to. That was the worst one yet. It must be the demon Alessa spoke of. It's trying to stop me. I looked at the doctor and let him help me up. 

"I'm fine." I said. He had a concerned look on his face but didn't say anything else. 

I double checked my gun and tromped to the front doors. Upon closer inspection, they had a scene molded into them. Naked people in terror begged to a grand fire raining upon them. It was morbid. I opened the door and we went in. The inside was immaculate. Hard oak pews and burgundy carpets along with cream colored walls made an inviting ensemble. Paintings covered the walls, leading to the lectern. A statue of a goddess in bronze stood behind the lectern. She was beautiful, with a noble face. She was in swathing robes, holding a wand and an infant. The wand was wrapped in barbed wire. I drifted to the nearest painting. The statue was painted as a woman with brown eyes and long brown hair. She was anointing a cloaked follower. He was kneeling before her. 'Sinners' were elevated by barbed wire behind them. It was morbid but exalting. I felt some conglomeration of fear and pride as I looked at it. I stepped back and looked around again. The doctor was inspecting another painting. There was 6 paintings, each depicting a similar scene. 

A strange sound broke our concentration. It was a mix between a moan and scream in pain. I wildly looked around. I pulled the shotgun out of my bag. The doctor readied his pistol. The creature that appeared at the lectern area was impossible to describe. I got sick just looking at it. The closest thing I can think to describe it to is 2 people on a bed fucking. Instead of cotton for a blanket it had skin. The skin was the dead mottled coloring of every other creature here. It hobbled on four legs. It spoke in two voices instead of one. ...Oh god...harder... That one sounded female. Another ...I smell it...the deflowered scent... was male. There was two of these things. Sweat dripped from my forehead. The doctor was shaking. I felt my adrenaline hit my system as the things moved toward us. 

When the first one got in ranged, I blew a hole in it. It died in a dual scream. The other one died in a similar fashion. I was seriously out of shotgun ammo. I threw the gun down. I heard two more of the damn things coming. I pulled my pistol out and checked the clip. Two more 'bed' creatures appeared. The doctor cursed under his breath. I saw what to do in my head before I started sprinting. I fired at the one on the right as I flew down the center of the church. I jumped onto the front bench and punched two more bullets into the thing. It screamed and died. I leapt to the front of the bench. One, two shots before I took cover behind the lectern. The creature had trouble maneuvering around the lectern. I needed three more shots before the thing would die. I came out of my cover and fired again. Before I could pull the trigger again, it spit white viscous goo at me. I dodged behind the lectern just in time for the goo to miss me. Hugging the lectern I peaked out at the thing. I pulled my right arm out and fired the two needed shot into it's center of mass. It died. 

The doctor hollered, "Zoe, are you okay?" I stood tall so he could see me. 

I said back, "I'm fine." He walked forward. By the time he reached the lectern, he was still shaking. 

"You shouldn't rush off like that. You'll end up getting hurt." He scolded. 

I patted him on the shoulder. "Let's keep moving."

The door to the left was open, so we went through there. It was a large meeting hall. The floors were wood and the paint was white. There was a kitchen on the other side. Scuffling, there was two skin wrapped single figures. The acid spitters reacted to our presence and moved. I double tapped into both of them before my brain recognized my arms moved. I was starting to freak myself out. 'Was it adrenaline or something else?' 

The doctor moved forward and said, "I got the kitchen."

I nodded but kept my eye on him. A creature would jump him and he would panic. I watched and listened closely for noise from the kitchen as I moved right. Wood doors clearly marked rooms, next was the prayer room. The door was open to a quiet, dark room. I pulled out the flashlight and searched the room. I saw the light reflect off something in the room. Keeping my gun drawn and the flashlight steady, I slowly entered the room. My head started hurting. A vision was coming. 

It was hot, scolding hot. I couldn't breath. Alessa was trapped in a burning room with a 76 on the door. In a burning house. Her mother was gibbering by the front door with a match in hand. 

I gasped. Cold air hit my lungs. I was kneeling and the doctor had his arms around me. I stood and looked at him. He looked weary. He had a kitchen knife in his hand, "I figured it would make a good backup weapon." I nodded. I took the knife from him, thinking he's only hurt himself with it. I looked for the reflection in the room again. It was a gold locket on a satin choker. It had a black and white picture of Alessa in the locket. I clutched it tightly to my chest. I took a moment to put it on. I quietly whispered a 'thank you' before leaving the room. 

Next in line door-wise was the bathrooms, which were both locked. Further down the hall, a door marked teachers lounge was next. I pushed open the teacher's lounge door. A 'bed' creature land right on top of me. The doctor panicked. I yelled, "Don't shoot!" knowing he could hit me. I crammed the gun barrel into it's bottom while avoiding it's scrambling. I fired the five necessary shots into it. I pushed it's dying form off me. I panted and the doctor helped me up. I checked my clip, I only had one bullet left. The doctor checked the room for anything else while I calmed down and composed myself. The next door was storage. I opened this one very slowly with the gun in front of me. I looked around. This room was filled with boxes. We looked though the boxes but found only pamphlets and Christmas stuff. On a shelf in a corner I found a brick. I didn't know why, but I felt compelled to take the brick. I put it in my bag just in case. The doctor tapped me. He showed me five bullets. I looked at them. He said, "I think they're higher caliber, like a .44." 

"For a revolver?" I asked.

"Yeah." He nodded. He put them in his pocket. The door that led outside from this room had a broken lock. We didn't want to go outside anyway. I wanted to find a way down to the basement of this place. We went back out into the hall. There was another door outside we ignored. The doctor pointed out, "Zoe, we missed a door." He pointed. There was an unmarked door next to the prayer room. I swore I didn't miss one but maybe I did. 

We approached and used caution when opening it. The doctor stayed outside as I entered the hallway beyond the door. The room was painted bright white with a light wood floor. At the end of the hallway was a full length mirror. It took up the entire wall. I got closer, looking at my bedraggled appearance. My hair was stringy and I had blood all over me. My clothes were matted and bloody. I didn't even like myself. I checked my bloodshot eyes. Something strange happened then, the dark blood on my skin and clothes started to spread. Soon I was covered in wet crimson blood. I looked down at my arms, which were unmarred. The blood soon turned black and dripped off me onto the floor in the mirror. It trailed up the walls and spread across the floor. I watched as it covered the room in the mirror. I looked at the room around me. It was untouched, looking the same as it did when I entered. Slam! I jumped. The door to this room had shut. I heard the doctor pound on the door and yell my name. Chills ran up my spine. Black blood oozed through the mirror covering the real room was in. It pooled on the floor sticking to my shoes. I looked at the mirror. The girl looking back at me looked even more vile. She was deathly pale, and her hair dangled down in oily strips. She looked at me with an evil grimace. The black blood started trailing up my feet and legs. Panic set in. The girl's eyes glowed a rust color as barbed wire wrapped around her neck and limbs. I grabbed my bag and rooted around until I found what I was looking for. I yelled at the mirror, "You will not have me! Or Alessa!" The girl laughed. I threw the brick at her face. 

The mirror shattered. I wildly looked around. The room was normal and no blood was climbing up my legs. My heart rate came down again. The doctor busted in the door, looking panicked. He saw me and the shattered mirror. Confusion spread across his features. There was a door behind the mirror. We hesitatently entered the door together. Behind it was a rather posh looking office. Burgundy paint and dark wood floors surrounded a dark pine wood desk. There were dead plants in the corners and chairs before the desk. The leather chair behind it was almost as tall as me. There was a bible on the desk. It was empty except a door to the archives. I wondered if they would have any information on Alessa. I went in. This room was dark, with a single halogen light and stacks of file cabinets. The doctor came in with me. 

He asks, "Zoe, what are we looking for in here?" I didn't face him.

I replied, "Information, specifically about Alessa."

"Do we have time?"

"Not a lot but a few minutes won't set us back." I said. 

We started searching the files. I was looking specifically for information on Alessa. It was only a moment before I found a file on Alessa and her family. The doctor hovered over my shoulder reading the file with me. There was an old picture of Alessa from middle school. She was beautiful even when that young. I skimmed over the file. Her mother, Dahlia, was in with the church. She, in a 'fit', lit her house on fire with Alessa in it. Alessa was rescued by a trucker and admitted to Alcemilla Hospital. She died there due to the extensive burns on her body. This was all in 1976. I felt the mucus in my throat thicken and my eyes get wet. She's dead. That fact hadn't hit me until this point. 'Does that mean I'm seeing ghosts? Or am I crazy, hallucinating this entire affair? It can't be, the pain in my side is all to real and the doctor is right here beside me. And I felt Alessa's hot wet mouth on mine, it couldn't be my imagination. Than why did this stupid file say she's dead.' My mind reeled. I closed the file. I wouldn't allow this single document to waiver my resolve. 'I'm still going to find Alessa and save her.' I didn't care if she was dead or not."

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The detective cuts me off. "I'm sorry, Zoe. Hold on." He gets up and leaves the room. Judy looks confused. She pauses the tape. She doesn't look me in the face. The detective left the door cracked. I don't have the inclination to run out the door. I hear the detective talking to another person about the file. It would be nice if he found it. It would give my story some validity. I look at the mirrored glass and think I see myself twice. I am sitting in the chair, slumped over with dry lips. That one is right. The 'other' me is standing against the wall. She has oily hair and rust colored eyes. She smiles at me. I shake my head. I am thinking about all this because of the re-telling. I'm letting my imagination get the best of me. The detective comes back in. He sits down. "Okay, Zoe you can continue." Judy presses the play button. I nod and tell again.

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"We went back into the office I looked at the desk and realized it had drawers in it. I pulled each one out and ruffle through it for anything useful. The very bottom drawer on the right contained a gun. It looked like a 6 shooter, like out of the old western movies. I popped the chamber open. I had a revelation and asked the doctor, "Hey doc, hand me those large bullets you found earlier. He rustled in his pockets and produced the large bullets. I clumsily slid each bullet he handed me into the gun. They fit. It didn't mean the gun would fire, but if it did we had 6 more bullets. And if I remembered right, revolvers were pretty powerful. I put on the safety on the gun and shoved it in my pants. The only other door out of this room was in the back behind the desk. This one looked metal and had a passcode keypad next to the door. I didn't know what the code was. I went back to desk and looked specifically for anything with a code on it. No luck. I tried again, this time dumping the drawers out. I didn't find a paper with a code but I did find a slip with the following:

Number of electrons in Hydrogen

Number of paintings in the chapel

Number of those who came before you

Year that Alessa was burned

I thought it was strange, but gave it a whirl. Hydrogen had one electron as it was the first element on the periodic table. Yay high school chemistry. I counted the paintings in my head, there was 6. The third question stumped me for a while. Than I thought of the letters and visions. 'Others, like me, have been to this place. Harry, James, Heather, William, Travis and Alex. Did the doctor count? Did Alessa? No they were here before, they did not come here. All the others like me came here from elsewhere.' So six others. And the year that Alessa burned was still fresh in my mind, 1976. I went over to the keypad and realized it only wanted five numbers so I tried 16676. The door popped open. 

The doctor smiled at me. Inside was a grated elevator. It, no doubt, led to the basement. I felt my heart rate jump. I was nervous now. I walked in the elevator anyway. The doctor hesitantly followed. I slowly pressed the down button. The door started to close. I heard the air-raid siren blare. The nightmare was coming. Panic set in as the elevator descended."



Nightmare of Silent Hill Entry 06



Hey Guys,

Thank you so much for your patience on this one. I appreciate your continued support. Please excuse the unpolished writing, I don't have an editor. Here it is. Let me know what you think,

Kileka

NOSH 6: Perpetual Possession

Roger

"Zoe, can you pause a second?" I ask the poor girl to stop her story yet again. The director is waving at me, telling me to come talk to him. I know Zoe's story is coming to a close so the interruption bothers me. We have been interrogating her for an hour since our last pause. Judi looks at me and pauses the tape. Her glum expression makes me feel a pang of guilt. I leave the interrogation room and approach the director. He pushes a stack of papers in my hands. They are Zoe's files before the events of Silent Hill. I look through them. They contain her birth certificate, school transcripts and therapy reports. 

The director says, "Apparently, she has a consistent behavior issue. She's seen therapists since she was 6 years old. The profiler needs some clarification on details before she went to Silent Hill. The questions are in the back. Be sure to ask them before proceeding with the interrogation."

The director's haughty, nasal voice irritates me in my exhausted state. I manage to squeeze out a somewhat polite "Ok." I'm thinking, 'Why doesn't the profiler come down and ask them him damn self?'

I walk back into the interrogation room with the papers in hand. Moving makes me realize that I'm sweating at the pits and how hot I am. I loosen my tie as I sit down. I take another swig of vanilla Coke before flipping to the page with the questions. I skim them and they look pretty standard. I nod at Judi. She presses play on the recorder. 

"Zoe, are you feeling okay? Do you need anything?" I ask her. 

She shakes her head in decline. 

"I have a couple questions for you before we continue with your story. Is that okay?" 

She smirks, "I guess." It's more of a reaction than I've gotten out of her for most of the interview.

I ask slowly, "Zoe, where did you live before you traveled to Silent Hill?"

She furrows her brow, like the question confuses her. "Harrisburg, Pennsylvania."

"I mean more specifically."

"Oh um, in a student apartment with my boyfriend, Kyle." The name came out weakly. 

"You were going to college, right?" 

She nods. "The Institute of Music at Penn State."

"For teaching Musical theory? Did you enjoy school?"

She pauses. "Yeah, actually alot."

"Did you have any relationship problems with your boyfriend, Kyle?"

This answer came out quicker and softer, "No, we barely argued. He was... my life in a sense."

"So why leave all that to go to Silent Hill? Something must've prompted that trip." It wasn't an accusation, just a question. 

"I told you. The dream." The statement is curt, out of irritation. 

"If that's so, why didn't you leave earlier?"

A long pause. "I told Kyle about the dreams. He suggested that I go."

"It says here you declined the phone call awarded to you during your processing. Did you tell anyone you were going?" 

"No." She didn't look at me. 

"Why not?"

"I wanted to go alone. It felt like it was something I had to do alone. I knew they would worry. It was my intention to call them once I got there."

"And why not call them now?" I am genuinely curious about this question. 

She looks at me. "Imagine telling the ones you love that you're being held for questioning in a murder case. Imagine telling them everything I've told you."

It sounds sane, the way she says those sentences. Like she knows how crazy she sounds. Like she's a sane person in a crazy situation. It catches me off guard. I've never thought of her as a normal person in a traumatic situation. It's been too easy to label her as delusional and mentally instable than to give her any benefit of a doubt. It seems more likely now that she's fought slight instability her entire life. Being beaten and raped in that town just sent her over the edge. 'I'll find the bastards that victimized this girl and did these horrible things to her.' I almost feel obligated now, looking at her in this grisly state. 

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Kyle

In the three days Zoe's been gone, everything's seem to go to hell. It all started when I got home from a show, Zoe's not home and the single note on the fridge. It was eye-level where she knew I would see it. It said simply:

Kyle,

Be back in a few days. Went for some thinking time. I'll call you.

Zo

At first, I took it at face value. I figured she went to see her parents or something. Then, I got to thinking about it. She never saw her parents. She disliked visiting them. She didn't like the city. 'Where would she go?' 

When the second day came with no call and her friends saying she wasn't in class, I started to worry. I tried calling her cell but it went straight to voicemail. I called her mom, but she didn't go home. Of course, her mom flipped out. She asked me a million questions but I knew better than to tell her anything. I called the cops on the third day. They stopped by, took a description and a report. 

After they leave I slumped over on the couch, my mind racing. I tried to think of anything that would tell me where she went. I paced around our small apartment, her things and her smell all around me. I felt sick with worry. Something came to me. I checked her computer. It's unlocked. She always did hate the things. I checked her browsing history. The last one is from four days ago. My heart dropped and my eyes widened. Several sites on Silent Hill are the last things she visited. 'She didn't take me serious, did she? And to go alone. I know she was really upset about her dreams and her inability to have sex with me but to go this far. Why wouldn't she tell me?" 

I grabbed my coat and my keys. It was about a four-hour drive to Richmond from here. I ran out the door with doubt in my mind and sick worry in my heart. 

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Zoe 

The agent finishes with the questions. I almost feel like I should call Kyle now. Who knows what he's doing. My twin in the mirror is back but this time she doesn't disappear. I ignore her as much as I can. As soon as I'm finished with my story, I'll call Kyle. I promise that to myself as the agent bids me continue with my story. 

"The elevator comes to a grating, sudden stop. The doors whine open allowing hot, suffocating air to smother our faces. It felt like we just opened an oven door. My clothes instantly stuck to my skin. It was dark down here, the only light a reddish hue coming from out far in the distance. I pulled out my flashlight and turned it on. I had extra batteries just for this. I switched the shotgun out for the revolver. I only had a couple of rounds left for the shotgun anyway and I couldn't juggle it with the flashlight. I gave the Doctor a reassuring glance and noticed he pulled out a flashlight as well. 

I led, taking a step out of the elevator. Only then did I notice it was a grate below me. We were in a cavern, with nothing but a grated walkway holding us over a pit of fire. It didn't help my already ruined nerves. I stepped slowly watching for monsters and my footing. To my right was rock wall and to my left it was open. I made my way to the banister and looked down. It was literally a pit of fire, smoldering and crackling below us. I gaped at the distance. This must lead down to the mine fires. I decided to keep moving. Another 15 feet was without incident, until there was path to the right. The outcrop was attached to the ceiling and there was a single box on it. It was a bit odd, but I thought to try for it. I stuffed my gun in my pants and handed my flashlight to the Doc. I told him, "Keep it pointed on the box." He nodded. 

I crept out onto the hanging piece. It shook when I moved. The rods in the ceiling must be the only things supporting it. I scooted forward a slight bit more. The whole thing shook beneath me. My heart went to my throat and I started shaking. I scooted slowly forward, ignoring the way the whole thing shook with each movement I made. I made it to the box and snatched it up. The whole outcrop shook vigorously. I lost my footing and landed on my ass. 

The doctor shouted out, "Zoe!"

"I'm fine." I shout back to him. I slowly rose from my feet, using the banister to steady myself. I moved slowly back. When I reach the Doctor, I breathed a sigh of relief. He grasped my arms with a look of panic on his face. 

"All that for this." He looked at the box in my hands. 

I looked at him. I looked at the box. It was undecorated wood box about the size of a shoebox. I lifted the lid slowly. Inside were a bullet and a note. I read the note first: 

You'll know when.

A

It was a gift from Alessa. I looked at the bullet again. It was for the revolver but looked very odd. There were hollow engravings in the entire casing. I stuffed the bullet and the note in my front pants pocket and set the box down. I looked at the Doctor. He asked, "What is a single bullet going to do for us?" I didn't know. 

I simply mumbled, "Lets keep moving."

The grated walkway closed up into an actual hallway. It was still hot but at least it was solid ground. We kept moving at a slow pace until we hit our first fork. The walls all looked the same ashy gray. To our right was a dead end. To our left was a darker hallway. I heard a loud screeching noise. It sounded like metal grinding on metal. It made my teeth hurt and sent a cringe through my shoulders. My heart pounded. We looked around anxiously. The wall to our right shook and my head snapped to watch it. The screeching stopped. 

Suddenly the wall shattered. Loose rock scattered to our feet as we watched in rapt horror what lie beyond the shattered wall. A great monster of a man stood beyond the broken wall with a bloody pyramidal case on its head. It stood at least 8 feet tall, with the stature of a linebacker. It wore only a bloody, gritty apron. It stepped through the wall. I saw the muscles then, thick and corded all throughout its arms and legs. It spoke then, it's gruff voice rumbling through my bones, "So foolish child, to stumble into our lair. The demon wants you dead. And I shall oblige her." 

It brought up its weapon, a great slab of metal, sharp, and as tall as me. My feet unglued from the floor and I ran. I felt the doctor behind me, close on my heels. I didn't stop or slow down until I met my first fork. I cursed. 'No, no, no ... this can't be happening.' My lungs burned and my heart was thumping wildly. It was straight or right. I peered behind me. The red monster was almost upon us. 'I was running as fast as I could! How did he catch up to us so fast! A right it was.' I clamored down the hall and picked up pace to a run again. My mind was racing. 'Was I just going to keep running? How do I kill it?' My sides ached and my lungs burned. I was too scared to stop. The doctor was falling behind. I peeped behind me. He was slowing, his breath short and sporadic. I yelled, "Doctor! Run!" It was a strain just to get the two words out. He jumped as the metal slab clinked down, grinding on the floor. He sprinted to match my pace. I hit another fork. 'Goddamnit!' The corridors were a straight and left this time. The monster was quick, coming behind us. We moved left, praying it was not a dead end. In short steps, it brought us to another fork of straight and left again. I picked left last time so straight. I took a few quick steps and rounded a corner to find a wall. My eyes blurred and my heart damn near came up my throat. I panicked. The pyramed headed thing was rounding the corner. My heart hammered in my chest. 'Fuck, fuck, FUCK!' I pulled the gun from my pants and pointed it at the guardian. I heard the doctor whimper. He lumbered toward us. We backed up until the doctor hit the wall. We were done for.

"Nowhere to run now, sweet prey. The smell of your fear is intoxicating. I want you for my own." It grumbled. I saw the shadow of an erection under its apron. Bile rose in my throat. I lifted the revolver, aimed for its chest and pulled the trigger. Click, bang, click, bang! The gun thundered in the small corridor and spots of red appeared on its abdomen. My wrist throbbed as I brought the gun level with it. My ears rang from the thundering gun. The doctor edged his way past the demon as it reeled from the shots. It laughed then. "Please fight, rabbit. It only makes it sweeter." It brings its slab of a sword up and tears flood my eyes. 'I'm going to die. Right here.' Images of Alessa's sweet face flashed in my mind. The thought of Kyle's shy smirk followed. I ducked, barely making it under the sword. I rolled forward coming up next to the monster. He swung around slowly. I dashed to the doctor. To my utter dismay, the red monster caught me. He had me by the sweater. I looked at the red demon and down at my shirt. I dropped, bringing my arms up. I got out of the sweater and scuttled along the floor. He swung his ginormous sword and missed my skinny ass by an inch. I felt the air as the sword missed me. I jumped forward and sprinted past the doctor. I went back to the fork and round the corner to the left. I curved two more corners and spotted doors out of the labyrinth. They were giant metal double doors. 'That might just keep him up.' I picked up speed, willing my burning legs, searing lungs to move me faster. I hit the doors, immediately grabbing the handle and screeching it open. I let the doctor pass through the doors before I look back. The red pyramid head had stopped and was laughing. I quickly squeezed through the doors and slammed them behind me. 

I stopped and breathed if only for a moment. I listened and on the other side of the door. Nothing. 'Why did he stop chasing us?' I stuffed the gun in my pants before I put my hands above my head in an attempt to catch my breath. The doctor was doing the same. "We should get going, just in case he follows us." I said between deep gulps of air. He nodded as he panted. 'I'm scared out of my mind, truth be told. That...thing was from my dreams. It was the thing that...raped me every night.' The guardian's words brought shivers down my spine. 'No. I'm getting Alessa and getting out of here. There's no way to kill it. What was I going to do if he came back?' The doctor readjusted himself. I switched to my handgun. I had half of a clip of handgun rounds and only 4 revolver rounds, which I wanted to save. I only had 2 shotgun shells left. Admittedly, It wasn't much. Regardless we trudged on.

We entered what looked like a prison. It was linear in space allocation and ancient in design. The bricks were black and worn. The bars were rusty. There were no prisoners in the cells. We walked a few more cells down and came across a large metal door. This door had barbed wire on it and a red symbol painted on its belly. I recognized the symbol. I had seen it before on the floor of the hospital. It was composed of a big circle with three smaller circles within it. 'The demon, it must be the symbol of the demon,' I thought to myself. A loud click-clack sound echoed down the prison and interrupted my train of thought. I whipped around, panic almost setting in. 'Please no, not him again.' I saw movement out of the corner of my eye and whipped my gun up. It was one of the odd creatures, the one's that looked like two pair of legs attached at the torsos. I immediately fired two rounds into the one closest to me. It went down easy and blood pooled around its body. The doctor had gotten behind me as I shot the thing. There were four more, two to my right and two to my left. The one most right from me was also the nearest. I popped two more quick shots into that one. One of the things on the left kicked the doctor down. I popped that one as it goes to pounce on the doctor. I kicked its bleeding body off of him before going to fire on the next one. My gun clicked. I cursed. The doctor got in front of me as I threw the gun down and pulled out my shotgun. 

The 2 leg monsters converged on the doctor. One clipped him as it lashed out at him. I pushed him down and blew a hole in the one that kicked him. The last one pounced on me, sending me to the floor. It was like a sack of potatoes getting thrown at me. I went down and the thing battered me. It flailed and kicked out at me. The doctor circled us. He aimed his gun at it but hesitated to shoot it. The thing kneed me right in the sternum as I yelled, "Kick it!" He did so, missing me by an inch and it flopped off of me. I brought the shotgun up and blasted the damn thing. A splatter of blood hit the wall behind it. The doctor helped me up and I dropped the gun. I was out of ammo for the thing anyway. I looked at the five corpses and thought of the ammo I had to waste on them especially with the two invincible guardians still around. I kicked one of the bodies out of frustration. I only had 4 revolver rounds left. 

We opened and went through the metal door. The room brightened as we entered. We finally came upon a large open prison with a stone slab of an altar in the middle of it. The room was at least 50 feet tall and the size of a small gymnasium. I had been feeling panic build up in my chest since the elevator and now it felt like it was going to tear through me. The doctor had been silent, trotting miserably behind me. We moved further into the room. The altar was covered in dry blood and a large oval mirror sat behind it. A desolate desert of rust and horror lay beyond the mirrors surface. I recognized this scenery immediately. Tears filled my eyes and I sunk to my knees. It was the room in my dreams. 'Did I come all this way, just for my dreams to come to fruition? Please no! What does it all mean?' I heard the doctor shift at my side. I punched the floor. 'Where is Alessa? The guardians or the demon will come to finish us off. I can't rescue her.' Somehow I knew I never had a chance. 

I heard the doctor hiss in a quick breath. I felt a soft small hand on my chin. It lifted my face to see her. Alessa looked pained and is panting slightly. My hands went up and around her sweet face. I kissed her again and again. I cradled her gently in my arms. Thank 'God she's safe.' She was trembling and panting. She stopped me. "Zoe? You fool." 

I grabbed her hand and jumped up. "We have to go. Now!" I shouted. 

She didn't budge. "I can't."

"Alessa?"

The doctor piped up. "Because it's her. She's the demon."

Her eyes shifted to him.

I let her go. I felt my heart drop and the tears started again. "What? No, ...that's not true."

She looked like someone had shoved a knife in her belly. "Zoe, do you have that bullet?" Her voice was shaking and she was grasping at her midsection. 

My eyes widened. I put my hand on my pocket.

"It's for me, Zoe. Please. I wish I were stronger. Before I..." She stuttered and shook violently. "Please, hurry..." Her eyes shifted color. "I can't...please." 

I was numb, speechless.

She seemed to still herself for a moment. "You were meant to do this. I've prepared you for this. This whole time...Zoe, shoot me so that..." The shake came back more violently. I watched her skin shift. Her eyes were rust colored. My mind was recalling the school. She gave me the gun. She was the one raped by the janitor. That's how she knew I would kill him. The scene at the hospital flashed back in my mind. First appeared the part where she absolved the nightmare when I was being chased by the gauze monster. Then later after we made love, she went with that creature willingly. I was at a complete loss. I was numb, my mind, my lips. 'She did prepare me for this, for me to kill her. She needed me to love her. Why?'

I immediately took the bullet from my pocket and chambered it in the gun. I looked up again. Barbed wire split through her back.

Half-scream, half-plead, "Zoe, ...release me from this ...nightmare!" 




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Zoe

I'm shaking at my own words. Anger, sorrow, frustration, guilt eats me alive as I relive those moments in Silent Hill, those last moments with Alessa. Tears stream down my face. Roger is so engaged, he's hunched over in his chair. Even Judy, who spent most of the conversation picking at her nails or looking sick, is at rapt attention. My corrupted reflection stares and laughs maniacally at me. 

"But I couldn't do it." I whisper. "And it damned us all."

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"In a flash of red light, the red demon and the gauze demon were at her side. The red demon slams his metal slab sword in front of her. The gauze demon stepped in front of her. Alessa stared at me with rusted eyes and an inhuman grin cracked her face. 'I have to kill her. The demon is inside her.' Tears sting my eyes as I thought about the consequences of that. I take a deep breath and look to the heavens. If there was ever that I believed in something more than me, it was in that moment. I prayed. I prayed for the strength to beat these unbeatable odds. I looked at the doctor. He looked terrified. I was too. I put out my hand. He knew. He gave me his gun. I only had to make it to Alessa and fire that special bullet. I took another deep breath and put my eyes on Alessa. I never took them off her. 

I charged her. My adrenaline spiked, my heart leapt, my reflexes sharpened in midst the danger. I flung my arms out to aim at the guardians. I aimed low on Red and high on Gauze. I pulled both triggers. Blood spurted from Gauze's head and hit the floor, soon to be followed by his body. Red flinched as the .45 caliber bullet shredded his shoulder. I fired at him again and again. He flinched and had to step back. I flew at the altar, landing on top of it. I fired at Red one last time, hitting him square in the chest at point blank range. He flew back, the impact throwing him back at least five feet. I pounced at Alessa aiming for right between her eyes. 

The demon had assumed Alessa's perfect tear-streaked face. I hesitated. 

Barbed wire encircled the revolver, wrapping the barrel and my trigger finger. It only took that split second. In just another moment, the gun was ripped from my hand. I landed on my back with a solid thunk. The demon's face was back on my precious Alessa. The Gauze demon was back on his feet as was Red. I knew then I was going to die. 

The demon had much worse plans for me however. She paced around me. "You are the first to get this close. So many die or go crazy first. Of course you had a little help. Harry defeated me once but I came back." The demon's grating voice threaded with Alessa's sweet soprano. "You probably think I'm going to kill you, huh?" I sat up, never taking my eyes off her. "Still stalwart, huh? Have you ever thought that if I leave Alessa's body, she dies too?" It did occur to me. I intended to shoot her, knowing that. The demon laughed a loud cackle. "It would be a waste to kill you dear. All that darkness inside you, so much potential." She caressed Red's shoulder, circling him. I got what she meant then. I felt my face and eyes come over with horror. She cackled again. She knelt before me. "All I have to do is crush that tiny glimmer of hope within you. Small but so inconvenient." She stood and went over to Red. "You want her, yes?" No answer, I had heard him talk before. She scoffed. She looked at Gauze. "Valtiel, do you?" I felt his gaze brush over me. I cringed. 

"Of course, Mistress." His voice was smooth and stinted, like before. 

I skittered back. Valtiel caught me before I could go far. 

"In a hurry, dove?" He breathed at me.

"Screw you." I spat at him.

The demon started. "You can hear him?"

I looked at her. 

She continued, confusion in her voice, "Valtiel, what does that mean?" It was odd to see such a human expression from her. 

It confused me that she didn't know. Why would she ask him? Isn't she in charge?

He looked at me again. "I've heard of it once. It is said that a perfect vessel can hear the voice of the servants of the demon that was meant to inhabit them. But it is rare, extremely so."

The demon's eyes went up.

"Yes. Moreover a demon in a perfect vessel can walk on the human realm without having to trade vessels or exist in limbo as you have." He went on. 

"Oh my... Isn't that interesting." Her eyes fell on me. There was stark sickening glee on her face.

My brain could hardly process what she was saying. My head was swimming.

"Valtiel, kill our unwanted guest." It was an order, sharp and sweet. Valtiel let me go and moved toward the doctor. 

My brain registered and I screamed, "Doctor, Run!"

He did so, scurrying rapidly toward the metal double doors. Valtiel was moving on him quick. The doctor made it through the doors. Valtiel slipped through them a moment later. It was only a few moments before I heard a muffled scream flood through the room. Tears dribbled down my cheeks. 

"Red, I know you want her. I can see it. Take her, I give her to you." She sounded like a scandalous mother when she said it. 

My horror shook my frame and dried my tears. 

Red dropped his sword. I could see his erection through his apron. That's when what she meant sank in. "No, no, no...no please..."

He clomped over to me and snatched me up by the leg. He dragged me toward the altar. I dug my nails into the floor. "Oh god no...no...no...NO!" I pleaded. He then picked me up by the midsection. I wiggled and struggled but his hands were like steel. I didn't doubt he could rip the skin from my body. He dropped me onto the altar. I started screaming. I hit him, kicked him, anything to stop this enactment of my dream. 

He grabbed my front. "Be still Vessel." It was part threat, part order. 

I quieted a bit, going back to pleading. I pleaded with him to stop, to not do this. I knew it was falling on deaf ears. He ripped my shirt and bra right off me. I shuddered at the sudden violence. I was gibbering by now. He put his oversized hand on my breast, caressing as though if he were even a tad rougher, he would break me. His hand went lower to my pants. He ripped them off as well revealing my sprinkling of pubic hair and skinny pale legs. He pulled the clothes off me. He then removed his apron. I shuddered at the eight-inch throbbing monstrosity underneath. It was the same sick flesh color as the rest of him with a head like an oversized mushroom. He pried my legs open. I cried out. He put one hand on my chest and one hand on his dick. I was a raving mess, crying and pleading. The moment I felt it touch my vagina lips, I started sobbing violently. He inched it in. It felt like he was tearing me apart immediately. I screamed out. It slowly slid into me, sending fire to my midsection. He grunted as he pushed. Most of the way in, he hit my cervix. He pushed harder. I screamed again, in utter agony. I felt split apart from my pussy and like it was on fire. The tears wouldn't stop. He started pulling back out slowly and violently pushed back in. The pain started to subside. He picked up a little, finding a working pattern. It was still rough and hurt every time he pushed into me. I tried to adjust so he wasn't hitting my cervix with every thrust. He seemed to enjoy my movements, making small groaning noises. My vagina was starting to moisten up, making the friction pain lessen. 

I just now noticed Valtiel standing next to Red. He said, "Now Red, that's no way to treat a woman." Red seemed to ignore him, thrusting a bit harder into me. I gave out a throaty moan. My voice was still ragged from the screaming. Valtiel moved to my side. He put his hands on my breasts, squeezing and massaging them. His hands were still too large for my small dainty tits but nonetheless my quaint pink nipples. He brushed his fingers against them and I moaned lightly. He squeezed my nipples gently. Red continued to fuck me hard, his dick padding against the top of my pussy. Valtiel moved one hand down to my ravaged pussy and grazed his finger over where my clit is. He continued to massage and caress my breasts with his other hand. The hand on my vagina explored that most sensitive place. He rubbed my hood, my labia and finally my clit, searching for that sweet spot. He found it, very slightly above my clit and circled with his finger. It felt really good, making the assault on my pussy easier. I started getting wet. I arched into his rubbing. Valtiel stopped. I realized why when Red flipped me over so I was on my knees. 

Valtiel had his hard white dick in his hand. Val grabbed my hair and I squeeled in protest. He slapped my cheek with his dick and put it on my lips. Red pushed back into my wet ravaged pussy. I gasped and Val crammed his dick in my throat. I tried to breath but all that came out was choking sounds. Valtiel pulled his dick out to the head and slammed it back in. I was crying again. They both fucked me then, pushing in and out of me in a jilted tandem. Red grunted and slapped my ass. Valtiel pushed my head back and forth on his member. I tried so hard to relax and let it happen but I couldn't stop crying. 

I heard cracked laughter from my side. Alessa's warped voice taunted me, "You're such a whore, Zoe!" 

This seemed to invigorate the monsters inside me, as they both pressed into me hard. My jaw ached and I felt numb from the waist down. 

Valtiel spoke in a slight drawl, "Suck Dear, Suck!"

I cringed. He put his hand back in my hair and pulled. 

"Harder, Slut. Use that tongue of yours!" He yelled at me. 

I fumbled as I sucked my cheeks in and rubbed my tongue against the bottom of Val's dick. He groaned in satisfaction and let go of my hair. 

"Uh, mm." He groaned regularly now. 

Red pulled out of me. He declared in his deep masculine tone, "Let her go." Val did so, his head cocked in wonder. I couldn't read the expression on his blank face. I sat up on the altar between the two monsters. A long thin appendage uncurled from beneath Red's helmet. The appendage shot out toward me and encircled my throat. Another harsh declaration from Red, "Pleasure yourself, Vessel." I furrowed my brow at the order. I gingerly lowered my hand to my pussy and touched it. He ravaged it hard. It was a tender gaping mess. I touched my hood then my clit. I rubbed it like I normally did. The warmth slowly came back to my midsection. It gave me time to think. I stared at the altar. This was so much worse than my dream. I knew they were going to kill me after they tortured me. I thought of Kyle and Alessa. I put my hand on my breast, massaging my nipple. I tried to think of the time I had sex with Alessa. It helped me get turned on. My pussy tightened and moistened. My nipples went erect. I thought of what it would be like to have sex with Kyle like I've done every night since I met him. How it would feel wonderful. How much I loved him. 

Just then a light caught my eye. The revolver was across the floor, along with the strange-looking bullet in its chamber. 'Alessa wanted me to shoot her, to free her from the demon'. There's no way it would affect either of the guardians. I wasted all the rest of my ammo on them. It was for the demon.

Valtiel was apparently growing impatient. He grabbed me and pushed his dick back onto my lips. I opened my mouth, giving in. There was no use. I couldn't get to the gun if I tried. I sucked hard on Val's dick, flicking the bottom of its head with my tongue. The sooner this was over, the better. His groans were loud. He fucked my mouth hard. Finally, his groans hit a crescendo as his dick twitched. He pulled it out of my mouth. White, thick spunk shot all over my face. I opened my mouth as hot jizz covered my tongue. 

Red grabbed my ass and pushed me to my knees again. He smeared my pussy juice all over my asshole. He positioned his giant dick at the entrance of my ass. He pushed and I screamed all over again. It burned as he plunged himself deep inside my ass. I grit my teeth and clenched the altar. He bottomed out and paused. I gasped and sucked in breath. He pulled back out and slammed back in. I shook and garbled. It hurt so much. He pushed in and out with same force with which he ravaged my pussy. He grunted as he fucked my ass with vigor. It didn't take long for him to find his release in my tight asshole. He let out a loud grunt and clenched me hard as he filled me with hot spunk. I could feel his dick twitching inside me. He pulled it out. I laid there on the altar, spent and sore. 

The monsters turned to their infernal master. She let out another cackle. I looked up at the gun across the room. Red-hot rage spurred me to move in that moment. Quick like lightning and molten as fire, it filled me with the last bit of strength I needed to get across the room. I was so mad at this bitch that ruined my Alessa and now me. I was pissed at her immoral servants. She deserved to go back to the hell she came from. If it was the last thing I would do, it would be to end her, even if I did not succeed. I had the gun in my hand before time and reality caught up with me.

Valtiel leapt for me. 

Red turned. 

Barbed wire shot across the room. 

I flung the gun up and aimed at the Demon. 

Valtiel grabbed me. 

Wire entwined my legs. 

I fired the bullet that saved my life.

I fired the bullet that killed Alessa.



Nightmare of Silent Hill Entry 07



Hey Everyone,

After 6 looong years, this is the end. I want to thank all of you that have read this series and left feedback. If not for you, I would have never finished this immense project. I want to thank Josh, my early editor, Eric, Mom, Konami and lastly Literotica for giving me the opportunity to share this guilty pleasure with the world. I will gladly accept any ideas for after-stories or side stories. I'm going to continue to write about Silent Hill and hope you all continue enjoying the series as I have. I may just have to write about Dead Space next, ;).

Hoping I didn't disappoint,

Kileka

Nosh 7: Epilogue

Present. FBI office 20 miles East of Silent Hill, 10 miles west of Richmond VA

Roger

I'm so consumed by Zoe's story, I didn't even notice the lights flicker in the office. Judy had stepped out to be sick again. Somehow no matter how sick Zoe's story was, I was too enraptured for it to bother me. No doubt she could come up with some sick shit, but I just steeled myself against it. When I read her medical summary and saw rape, I expected her to be graphic in her story. Her mind warping the whole event to include monsters and demons was not something I expected. In the hospital, she refused to talk. Something told me she knew how crazy it sounded. She didn't agree to speak about what happened in Silent Hill until the charges for murder were thrown in her face. 

She would get off in insanity if the FBI pressed charges for the unidentified body's murder. The body was burnt head to toe but did have a gunshot wound. The coroner called it as a postmortem wound however the director insisted that she could of used the fire to cover the murder up. I paused the recorder as the lights flickered again. Zoe looked miserable, her head down. I could barely see her face. I wanted her to finish. I wanted to know what happened after she shot Alessa. 

The lights dimmed out and the backup generator switched on. The backup lights were dimmer than the main lights. My fists clenched. "Another interruption?!" I give it a moment to see if the lights switch back on. Just then, the paint starts peeling off of the walls. An air raid siren blares in my ears and my heart hits my throat. 

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Judy

'That terrible, awful, sick-minded girl! How can she think of such messed up shit?' Between her and the perverse director, I haven't eaten in two days. I look at my gaunt reflection in the bathroom mirror. I look like a wreck, my hair sticking up in places and my clothes wrinkled. The bathroom gets dark as the lights switch off and the backup lights switch on. I fumble around for my glasses on the sink. I had taken them off to splash water on my face. My hands touch porcelain and then the faucet. I could barely see a thing with the dim backup lights. I hear what almost sounds like the old air raid siren from the war movies blare loudly through the building. I furrow my brow. 'Didn't that girl mention something about an air raid siren in her story?' I feel my hands graze across the counter and touch glasses. I shove them on my face. The walls and bathroom stalls are disintegrating into the ceiling. A figure appears in the stall behind me. I watch in rapt horror as a faceless thing twitches behind me. It cocks its odd angled neck in my direction. My heart is pounding in my ears. The thing lunges and I scream. I feel a hot pain in my belly and feel blood gush from my insides. My world starts fading to black. I think I see a nurse's hat on the thing's head. 

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Don

As soon as the main lights switch off, the place goes to chaos. I was watching that disgusting pig of an agent look at my darling Zoe with awe as she describes her rape in Silent Hill. I had to adjust myself continuously as she talked about get doubled-penned by the two monsters. While the monsters themselves were quite grotesque, my mind easily put myself in their places. It got me hot and bothered to think about Zoe sucking on my dick or bent over with my dick inside her. She is such a hot, demented young thing. I am definitely going to get her to work me over before she gets transferred. The backup lights come on right away. The other agents fluster and make racket about the outage. I shout to the room, "Don't worry. It's just an outage. Someone competent go check the breakers. Everyone else get back to work!" 

I go back to watching my lovely Zoe. She looks different than before, paler, darker hair. The room shifts around her. The paint starts lifting from the walls, revealing rusted metal frames underneath. I swing around. It's happening in here as well. The cubicles are falling apart and the floor is melting. I blink a couple of times before my mind can process what is happening. 'What the fuck is happening? This is like Zoe's description in her story.' The other agents and office workers are watching in just as much confusion as I am. That's when the massacre begins. Strange figures and dark shadows begin hewing off limbs of the hapless individuals. Blood and guts spill onto the metal floor of the room. The screams begin. I watch in benign, wicked glee as everyone in the room is cut to pieces. Some of the agents defend themselves, shooting at the faceless flesh bags attacking them. Others with better survival instincts than most flee for the double doors leading to the stairs down to the front door. 

One of the skin bag things notices me and begins lurching toward me. I quietly and calmly head for the double doors. A body falls in my way and I step over it. I am aware of the monsters at my back as I reach the doors. I sprint and crash into one of the doors. I run into something rock hard and covered in blood. I look up at the bloody great red-pyramid-helmeted monster and my eyes widen to the size of plates. I can feel my death in his presence, a fear beyond thought and comprehension. I can feel him look at me as he reaches for me. 

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Roger

I jump out of my seat. I know exactly what is happening here. I jump over the table the grab Zoe by the shoulders. I yell, "Zoe! Zoe! We have to get out of here!" Her head rolls up. Her eyes are rust colored and her mouth cracked in a wicked grin. Then it clicks in my mind. I know what happened after she shot Alessa. She was possessed by the demon. It's in control, bringing the nightmare here. And now I don't know how to get Zoe back.

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Zoe

I felt her take control after I shot Alessa again in my story. I was in a imagined cage, held captive in my own mind while watching her do whatever she wanted with my body. It was deal I had made. I heard Robert's voice begging me to leave. I watched as my twisted reflection broke her chains and laughed into the mirror. I put my head in my lap. I was trapped in here.

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Roger

The possessed Zoe breaks her handcuffs and looks at herself in the mirror. She looks then at me, saying, "Come human, bear witness to my retribution." Her voice isn't Zoe's but a thousand pained souls echoing through her throat. I pick up the file and tapes frantically and stuff them into a bag. I follow her as she walks into the office from the interrogation room. The demons don't attack her, but bow in her wake. Chills go down my spine. They all watch me as I follow closely behind her. Enlightenment strikes me then. I know how to reach Zoe. I pull out my phone. I rip out the file and flip through it. She pauses and looks back at me. The monsters close in around me. I find the phone number and punch it into the phone. I fumble and try to get the phone to cooperate. She's grinning that mad grin as I put the phone up to my ear. I jump as one of the monsters lash out at me. I edge closer to Zoe. Ring, ring, ring... 'Come on pick up!' 

Finally a man's voice says, "Hello?" 

"This is Agent Collins with the FBI. Please just talk." Its all I had time to say before I was forced to put the phone on speaker. The monsters were coming closer as I edged back to Zoe.

He says, "What? Who is this again? Hello?"

Her eyes shift, hearing his voice. It has the effect I hoped it would. 

He says, "Hello? I'm going to hang up."

I scramble the phone up to my mouth, "No please don't. Speak to Zoe, Kyle. She needs to hear your voice."

His breathing hitches, "Zoe? Are you there? Zoe!?"

Her eyes turn back to brown and her expression falls, "Kyle?" 

"Zoe! Zoe! Oh my god! I'll be right there. Any minute. Just wait!" He shouts in desperate anxiety. 

Zoe's expression goes to stark horror when she registers what is happening around us. She looks at me. Then I notice the red monstrousity behind her. 

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Kyle

I heard a bunch of static after Zoe's voice. The line goes dead. "Fuck!" I slam my foot on the gas.I had been driving for almost 4 hours. I am only 10 minutes from the FBI office now.

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Zoe

I wake up to a nightmare behind Roger in the office. I remember hearing Kyle's voice. I see Roger's face as I feel the Guardian's presence behind me. I'm not afraid of him this time. I straighten my back as I turn. In the red pyramid head's giant veiny hand is the frantic Director. I feel anger at the Director. I feel his fear in the back of my mind. The Guardian crushes his wind pipe with loud pop and throws his body aside like a rag doll. 

I feel demonic energy creep into my muscles, filling them with supernatural strength and speed. 'What's happening to me?' I leap at the thing, driving my heels into his chest. He flies back down the stairs, clammering down them with sickening thuds. I jump up. I whip around to Roger and grab his arm. I spin on my heel leaping down the stairs two at a time. I push Roger in front of me over the Guardian. The monster grabs at me and I lunge out of the way. I land at the bottom of the stairs. Roger is running out the front door. I feel the red monster behind us. My heart is hammering in my chest and my lungs are burning. We make it out the door into the parking lot. I feel the demonic aura around me starting to fade. 

Just then as we pass the parking lot into the road, I see Kyle's blue Mazda. He sees us and the brakes squeel. The car screeches to a sudden halt in front of Roger. Roger looks at Kyle. He runs around to the passenger side and gets in the car. Kyle asks, "What the fuck is that?"

I look behind me. The whole office is a whirlwind of rust and rot. Red pyramid head had stopped at the parking lot. He is looking right at me. He whispers and I hear. ...My Master... I watch as he starts to fade and the building starts to return to it's gray color. 

Roger yells at me, "Zoe, get in the damn car!"

I turn and open the door. I am so overwhelmed I can hardly breathe. 'What just happened? What did I bring into this world with me?' I climb into the car. "What did I bring back from Silent Hill? Am I a demon? That thing called me it's master." The thought that I may have caused that nightmare bring tears to my eyes. 'I have inside me what was in Alessa. All the things in Silent Hill are apart of me now. I am a demon.' 

I have left the Nightmare of Silent Hill and entered another of my creation.