Disclaimer: I own nothing of Silent Hill, unfortunately, and as much as I wish its disturbing themes and corrupt characters were mine, they are not. But this story is mine, and so are my characters.
Alternate Summary: "Let's meet there. In that town where people reunite. The place that I've heard so much about. It's quiet, and would be nice for us. Let's meet just once, see each other, in that town. In Silent Hill."
Chapter One: Phone Call
Steve H. Feller was a man who had grown up without his actual family. At the young age of seven, he was abducted by someone whose face eluded his recollections. That person had driven him for days in a car down a long road. With a motive that remained unclear to him then, and now, that person pushed him out of their car in the most unfamiliar of areas, and drove off.
They happened to have dropped him off on a road that was otherwise deserted, and had no signs of civilization as far as the eye could see. At that young age, he was confused, and didn't know what to do. His first thought was that he could walk to his house, and so he turned in the opposite direction that the car had been driving and began to move.
By some miracle, he came upon a town. Most of the people there ignored him, until one woman finally realized that what he said about being lost was true. She calmed him down a little, and then took him by hand to the police station. After that, she went on her way.
The police took him to the phone, and said he should call his family. Unfortunately, his short attention span as a child caused him to neglect the numbers needed to dial his house. Now the police had no idea who his parents were, or where they were.
Naturally, being police, they should have been able to find his parents. In fact, they even told him that they had located his parents. This piece of information came as a surprise three months after the police station incident and after he was transferred to an orphanage.
The police told him that his parents were found. They had been called, and were greatly relieved to know that their son was okay. They said that they searched, the police informed him, and now they were on their way. They had to travel by car, so it might take a few days.
They never showed up.
The clock hands moved around, and calendar days were marked off before a whole page was ripped out. Several pages were ripped out, and the orphanage needed a new calendar several times.
At the age of eleven, Steve was adopted, and brought to a new family. That lasted about two months, before he was back in the orphanage. Another family tried to adopt Steve, but he had shut everybody out of his life. No one was allowed close enough to him for bonds to form.
Walls were built around his personality, and he didn't even make friends. Steve turned eighteen, and with the help of a scholarship due to his outstanding performance in school, got a degree. Almost immediately after he had gotten out of college, Steve moved on to searching for his old family. He gathered as much information from the orphanage and police as he could, but succeeded in nothing but learning his last name, and that he had a sister.
So it was by complete surprise when the cordless phone rang on his table. Only authorities had his number, and he still hadn't any friends, so his hopes immediately picked up. Almost hesitantly, for fear of bad news, Steve had pushed the button labeled 'TALK' to answer the phone. A sweet voice, maybe a girl of two or three years younger then him spoke.
"Is this Steven?" asked the voice. Steve raised an eyebrow.
"Yes," he responded. "Who's calling?"
"This is your sister,"
Immediately, Steve was interested in what this woman had to say. How did she know who he was? Was she serious about what she just said?
"Who are you?" demanded Steve. There was a soft laugh on the other side of the phone.
"I told you," she said quietly. "I'm you're sister. My name is Ally," Now Steve wanted some information.
"How did you get this number?" he asked. Steve tried to listen to her voice for any signs of a false story.
"Well," said the woman now identified as Ally. "When I was five, as my parents told me, I had a brother who had been abducted. We tried to search for him, but nothing turned up. My parents had given up hope that we would see him again.
"Then, recently, I heard that a man was looking for his family. Through information I heard, he had the same last name, and his description of a family matched us." Steve was getting his hopes up. This had to be her. This had to be his family!
"We have to meet," Steve said. "I have to know if really the family I've been looking for,"
"I know," said the woman. "I need some good news these days," She paused, possibly considering something, and then started to speak. "I know where we could meet," Steve listened intently, readying a nearby envelope to take down information, and taking out a pen to write with.
"Let's meet there. In that town where people reunite. The place that I've heard so much about. It's quiet, and would be nice for us. Let's meet just once, see each other, in that town. In Silent Hill."
The car ran rough. Some odd noises here and there, brakes that didn't respond as well as he'd like, and a crack in the passenger side window. The whole car was in bad shape. But at least it drove.
It had been two days after the call. Steve had to make stops at night due to the length of the ride. Why the hell had he agreed to a town this far away? Damn. He was doing this without even knowing for sure if this was his family.
At least he was closing the distance. The town wasn't much farther. He was almost on the outskirts of it. The car drove by a large sign that had definitely seen better days.
WELCOME TO SILENT HILL
Creepy. The sign gave more of an ominous feel than a welcoming one. Steve noticed that it was becoming harder to see, despite the fact that it was early afternoon. A fog bank seemed to be wrapping itself around the car. It looked like it was getting thicker.
For a second of absolute terror, Steve saw nothing but the white of the fog. He turned on his headlights, but that only made things worse. The feeling of terror was right in being there. He had been in the fog for no more than five minutes before he hit a telephone pole.
The airbag deployed, and Steve was quiet for a minute. Slowly, he lifted his head off the airbag. He seemed to be okay. He took off the seatbelt and fumbled with the door handle to get the door open. He practically fell out of his car.
The fog was so thick that it stopped his view of anything but the immediate area around him. When Steve turned around, he groaned in aggravation. His car was destroyed. There was no chance of it driving anywhere. At least, to somewhat of his satisfaction, the telephone pole had been dealt the same amount of damage as his car.
Wood had splintered over a large area, and the pole even seemed to be cracked a little on the other side, as if the top half had lurched forward when hit. Near the base of the pole, was something made of metal. Picking it up, Steve laughed to himself. He knocked one of the metal pieces out from the pole. It was sharpened on one end. Most likely so that it could stay in place on the pole.
Steve placed it into his pocket, and decided to look around. Maybe someone in the town could help him with this situation, or have a phone for him. The street led directly into the town. A sign further in indicated that he was on Nathan Ave. This was the street that he was supposed to turn off of for the hotel. He should probably go their first. After all, he wasn't supposed to meet Ally for another few hours.
A left turn further down the road and he was in the hotel parking lot. The lot was square and the hotel wrapped around it on all four sides. There looked to be two ways out of the lot. One directly in front of him that looked like it just led to a fenced-in area behind the hotel.
As he walked towards the center of the lot, most of it became visible. A quick survey of his surroundings from this point showed him that he was alone. He turned his back to one of the exits from the lot and observed one wall of the hotel, searching for a door that would lead to a reception desk or something.
The sound of something dragging on cement came from behind him. Steve flashed around, startled. Then he saw the outline of a person in the fog. He couldn't quite make out the details, but he did know they were walking towards him.
"Hello?" said Steve. He waited a few seconds before trying again. "I uh," he changed his mind, and rephrased his sentence. "My car broke down (he laughed inwardly at his choice of words) further down the road. I was going to spend the night here, but right now..."
His voice trailed off. The person had come into view. What did he mean 'person'? Whatever this thing was, it definitely was not human. It had the facial structures of a human, but no facial features. There was an arch where the nose should be and smooth, rounded indentations where eyes should be. There was no mouth. Three nails stuck up from the back of its skull.
The body looked like that of a wax doll, and was also featureless. It had no left arm. Its right arm looked normal enough, but what it was holding made Steve's stomach sick. It was holding its other arm. The dismembered arm had nails that were long and most certainly sharp. The knees were buckled inward like someone who was nervous, and they never unbent. Somehow, the thing shuffled towards him.
Steve backed up a few paces, but was unaware of it. He seemed to be paralyzed. What the hell was that thing? As it got closer, it lifted its one arm above its head. When it was within striking range, it brought the arm down.
Suddenly regaining his senses, Steve jumped out of the way. He needed to get away from it somehow. Thinking of a way to slow it down from pursuit of him, Steve recalled the metal piece from the telephone pole.
He pulled it out of his pocket, gripping it by the dull end, and forced the sharp end into the creature. The piece lodged itself just below the shoulder blade, and Steve turned to run. He raced towards an exit from the parking lot, not needing to look behind him to know that the thing was following him.
Steve rounded the corner of one of the hotel sets, and realized his mistake. He had ran towards the fenced-in area where the dumpster was. Steve turned around, and saw that the thing was slowly but surely making its way towards him. Panicking, Steve searched around for some time of weapon.
He noticed a metal pole that looked like it had once been used to support the cage-like fence. Steve picked it up, self-evaluating it to see if it was going to do anything. It was a little longer than his arm, and was light, which meant it could be swung easily. That would mean, however, that it wouldn't pack much of a punch.
All doubts of using the weapon vanished when Steve noticed that the thing was within seven feet of him. He readied the weapon with both hands, and brought it down as hard as he could when his target was close enough. He managed to hit the head, but all his enemy did was wobble a little in place.
Steve continued to assault the creature until it fell onto the ground. He lifted the weapon high and brought it down in the creature's unmoving body just for good measure. He panted, and was sweating a little. His short dark hair was thrown into his eyes, and his black t-shirt was sticking to him under his grey hooded sweater with white sleeves.
When Steve regained his composure, he looked down on the enemy. What was it? Where did that thing come from? Why did it attack him? He looked at the weapon he carried, and decided to take it with him. Whatever that thing was, odds were good that there were more of them.
In fact, the whole idea of there being more made him want to leave the town right now. Then he remembered. He had crashed his car on the way in. He was trapped in this insane town with however many of those things there were. Even worse, there was the possibility of creatures besides that one around.
"Damn it," Steve muttered. "Just where the hell am I?" Steve wasn't expecting an answer. That was why he jumped when he heard the small voice behind him, coming from what he assumed as the other side of the fence.
"You're in Silent Hill."
Okay, that's the first chapter. I tried to make my creatures original, so let me know what you think of them and of the story so far. There are going to be more characters introduced in the next chapter.
So, thanks for reading, and please review with what you thought on the first chapter.