I know I should be finishing Addiction, and I swear to God, I will (eventually). But I just bought the game Silent Hill: Downpour and was inspired! I'm not very far in the game, but the opening scene inspired me, and I wanted to write this before I forgot my idea. It might not make sense at first, but there are going to be flashbacks, so *hopefully* it'll make sense soon. Thanks so much for reading, hopefully this doesn't go too badly, so please review and let me know what you think so far!

I'm brought back to life with the sound of clanking metal, jumping back into reality from the light sleep I had been enjoying. I nearly fall out of bed waking up; startled and painfully aware of the cause of my brute awakening.

"Looks like today's the big day. Isn't it, Fallon?" I hear the familiar voice of a guard say. I offer him a scowl as I get up and walk to the barred door. "You know the drill". I offer my hands through the small hole in the bars and he confines them in handcuffs before signaling someone to unlock the door; which rolls open like it's nothing more than a sliding glass door.

"You gonna miss us, Fallon?" He teases. He has a smokers voice, but even though it's slightly raspy it doesn't keep him from talking in a voice that's much too loud.

"Like hell I will" I mutter sarcastically, causing the guard to sound off his scratchy laugh that always ends in a cough in my ear.

"I'm sure your attitude'll change soon. I give you a week in Folsom before you're begging to be brought back".

I don't respond, knowing from my time here that this is usually the best response. But even though I'm quiet, the rest of the prison isn't. It's alive with people jeering at me, yelling obscenities as I pass. I may not know them…but they certainly know me.

I'm lead past an endless labyrinth of cells and doors before I make it outside to see six other uniforms of orange standing before the bus that'll take us to Folsom State Prison. I don't really know what's going to happen to me there…but I know in my gut that it won't be any better than what's here.

There's a woman in a warden's uniform taking names as they board the bus. Her lips seem to mouth my name once or twice before she says it out loud, as if she can't believe it's me. Frankly, I can't either.

"Malachi Fallon?".

She stares at me over her big dark sunglasses, which she wears despite the fact that it's hardly sunny outside. I'm sure I've seen her before; probably with work. But I can tell as she stares that she's still deciding whether she recognizes me or not.

"Get in the van" she says with an unnecessary harshness to her voice.

I obey.

An hour later I'm watching the icy rain race slide down the dark windows, every bump jerking the seat that I'm sitting on. There's a wire fence separating the prisoners from the woman and the driver, and through it I can see the woman staring at me. I try not to notice.

"Hey" I hear another prisoner whisper in my ear. I fight against every instinct I have and don't turn around. "I heard rumors about you. Is it true? What you did?".

"Shut up back there!" Says the woman, saving me from answering.

But the prisoner doesn't listen. "I heard you lost your girl" he says in a teasing voice. My hands form into fists, and I bite my tongue in an effort to stay silent.

"I said be quiet!".

"You know what they'll do to cops in Folsom?" He continues, not even bothering to keep his voice down. "You won't make it a month".

"Don't make me come back there!" the woman shouts, standing up and holding the side of the bus for support.

The world seems to go into slow motion as I look out to the dark road over my shoulder. I see a patch of ice up ahead, and a sharp turn that drops right off the side of a cliff.

"Look out!" I shout, grabbing the edge of my seat in fear. But it's too late, and before the last syllable passes my lips my ears are filled with the sound of crunching metal and screaming.