Fan Fiction ❯ Silent Hill 2: Path of Retribution ❯ Finding the Unwanted ( Chapter 3 )

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Part 3

Finding the Unwanted

I must say, after I met this young woman, the little way I had to go through to finally reach Silent Hill's roads is a bit vague. Nothing happened there. Nothing unusual I mean. The road was still part of the forest I had to go through earlier, but I heard no sounds that would actually frighten me as much.

I thought at this point that I had simply been too nervous for my own good. I think I even laughed at my stupidity.

By then, the woman's voice had escaped my mind. That until I met the unexpected, but that is to come later... The pavement eventually turned from dirt to asphalt at last, and I ended up on what seemed to be Wiltse Road. At least, this is what the sign indicated. I was struck by the silence that surrounded me. Above me was a post indicating I could cross the street... Only I seemed to be the only one waiting... for even cars would not pass by. It was a little hard to believe, because I remembered this place as a town so alive with townsfolks.

Across the street was a flower shop, and I decided to take a peek in it through the large window: I found nothing. The flowers were dry and dead, the place covered in dirt as if no one had been in it for ages. I thought I might have simply ended up looking for someone in the wrong shop.

I mean, shops do tend to close after all.

And if there was no one, perhaps there was something special happening at the other side of the town.... festivities? Maybe... Despite the fact I had not seen any signs indicating it...

I moved further down the road until I came across a bench.... and a note? It was tucked under what seemed like a first aid kit. I looked around to find someone who would have forgotten it: after all, First Aid kits are not left like this all alone for no reason... Right? My curiosity took over and I grabbed the note. My eyes widdened, and I clearly remember screaming "what?!" loud enough to wake the whole town!

James, take this. You might need it, was written on the note.

How could it be adressed to me? Only, it did not look like the writting of anyone I knew... I ended up thinking it was adressed to another James, but somehow, I could not escape the feeling that it truely belonged to me...

I opened the kit, and yes, it was full and all in place. I hesitated a moment, until I decided to actually take it with me.... One could never be careful enough.

I reached a street called Sanders, and followed it west as if attracted by an unknown force. In fact, there was a strange smell of decay becoming stronger as I moved further down. I pricked my nose to find the source, or make a rational explanation of this smell... But it only made it things more complicated. I simply could not tell, and garbage cannot smell that strong from so far...

So I kept going through the thick fog, enabling me to see very far -

"Oh my god... what in the world...?", I heard myself say aloud as I reached an intersection. There was a nice smear of blood in the middle of the road! Mixed with dirt, it made me beleive someone might have been hit by a car - more like a bit truck from the size of the trace - and it had dragged the corpse under its wheels as it ran away from the scene of the crime. I stared at the puddle for a while, realizing that this gruesome smell came from this red horor.

My heart missed a beat when I heard some sort of moaning, which to me, at the time, sounded like a plead - today, I know I should have listened more closely - and looked to my right. To my great surprise, I saw a stumbling shadow.

Could it have been the poor person who had been ran over? If it was the case, somehow, it was still standing but it obviously had a hard making a few steps ahead.

"H-HEY!", I desperatly screamed in hopes to catch his/her attention. I grabbed the medical kit I had found earlier, and began running after the poor victim which had desapeared into the fog. I thought he/she was probably frightened and was traumatized and was running away, like most victims in such cases.

"OH SHIT!" I was stopped by another death fall! I stared down the hole: the street was cut short, like it had caved in on itself. "Jesus Christ, don't they know when to put any signs?!" I was furious, yes, but then the thought of that poor person was back in my mind, and I decided to take it easy. Obviously, there was no sign of blood near the cliff, so I must have missed a turn...

I calmed down, my heart racing in my chest, thinking that for the second time, I had almost fell to my death, and took hold of the map I had with me, and unfold it. From the look of it all this was one of the easiest road to the park also... So I would need to find another way... And the only street I could have missed was Vachss Road, which made sense, since it was the closest one after all... I walked quickly to try to catch back my breath, and as I reached the little street, I saw more blood leading down that very road. A little monument, about my height stood there, waiting to be read. In fact, the irony of it all made it look like a tombstone...

I frowned and began my way in what seemed more like a little alley... I could read it later, for now, that person was the one who needed attention. I passed a small patio, just opened to the world and closed by a mere little fence. I noticed that same peice of red carbon paper from the well on the table in the middle of the patio. I narrowed my eyes, finding this rather odd, but again, I was out to help the poor soul in pain...

I reached an opened fence where the road became, yet again, an unfinished dirt road. Before entering I looked around myself to make sure not to see that person, in case it might have been hiding somewhere. Only to my desapointment, I ended up in a dead end, where constuction seemed to have been abandoned. I could hear some noise coming from there, where the person must have been hiding.

"H-Hello? I'm here to help you... I don't want to hurt you.. but...you seem to need help.. I have a medical kit here that could.. huh?"

I was cut by what seemed like static noise coming from the tunnel where all the rumble had been stored. I looked through the darkness but was not sure what to make of it... "H-Hello?", I called out again, but only got more static. I decided to climb into the tunnel, going in between the wooden fence. I almost scratch myself with a lose nail from the wood, but evaded it in time.

I found a small radio on the side of the tunnel. The static grew some more as I approached it and finally grabbed it. I shook it a bit, to try to bring it back on its tracks, an saw my feet were somehow drenched in blood for a large puddle on the ground, and I glanced at movement to my left. There was indeed someone there!

I closed the radio and put it in my pocket quickly.

I approched him/her carefully, extending a hand. "I'm here to help you. Nothing's going to happen, don't wo--"

I stooped in my words and my heart missed a beat. That... person seemed to be struggling like a plastic bag had been pulled over its body, its arms stuck together. It moved grotesquly with a liquid scream, moving up and down, struggling against an invisible force before it finally was on its feet! Now that I think about it, it was a females' body... It adavanced on me with a wet sound of decay, as if this being was made out of a gelatinous liquid, stuggling here and there and advancing on me.

I don't think it WANTS help, I told myself as I backed up and away from that thing.

"S-Stay back!", I screamed, "I'm... warning yo- waaah!"

I stumbled to the ground as my feet cought between wood.

It moved closer, contorting in unusual ways. I used my feet and hands to back up until I touched the fence. The nail! I worked as hard as I could with trembling hands and grabbed one of the wooden plank and tore it apart to make a weapon out of it. The nails atop of it would create a good enough weapon : at least i hoped...

The thing moved in front of me, close enough for me to smell the stench of sickness and decay -

- I stroke it in the stomach for it to move away: it did so, stumbling back with a trail of blood, like a burst balloon! It's flesh seemed weak and easy to tear apart. I got back up quickly, and with a scream of despair rose the plank in the air and struck the being on the side of the head, causing blood to splatter about, and it fell to the ground, squirming like a worm and screaming with the mouth it did not poccess.

Then it was the final blow to the head that finally shut it up: with the heel of my foot I kicked it square in the head: it let out a trident, inhuman scream, like an old dog who's guts had been ripped out. It was not a plead, it was a bark of pain. I backed up from it, the stench becoming stronger as its inpure blood flew around it like it had been popped out of its body like puss.

I line of cold sweat ran down my forehead and my back. I felt my hair stand on end as if held up by an invisible force, my body was trembling from every inches, and my brain was scrambling up what to do, what to say, what to think? My eyes were wide and dry, unable to get away from the gruesome sight ahead of me.

And then my body decided to react without asking my brain: if it did, then it's probably that there was no response anyways - I fell on my knees.

I felt it from the bottom of my stomach, moving up to my throat, the bitter taste of partially digested food and bile making things worst and forcing me to let it out. I threw up and emptied myself so much my stomach hurt from the emptiness left... I closed my eyes, trying to focus.

This... THING... it's not human... what... what is it? I asked myself, but deep down inside, there was no answer to give. I coughed out the acrid taste remaining in my mouth, spitting it out. After a long while, I stumbled back to my feet, still trembling but calmed down, washing my lips with the back of my hand, and leaned against the fence.

"Now what...?", I whispered.

This was insane! How could I continue on with the thoughts of this gruesome thing!

Now I knew that the one I had tried to help had not needed any... What had happened to the inhabitants of this town? Was this what had become of them? Even that was too unbeleivable! That thing had not been human, period. I did not want to think it had once been...

But I had to

(Bubble monsters or not, I'm going to settle this)

find Mary.

Still trembling, but at least feeling a bit better, I moved to the other side of the fence again, thinking... wondering... my mind lost...

"Uh... oh yeah.. the radio...", I said aloud, as if maybe expecting the monster to agree.

I re-opened it, and played with it a bit, until I heard a sound, a... voice? It was not clear, but it reminded me so much of that voice I had heard through the music in my car! I moved it to my ear, shaking it a bit. It seemed like the voice of a woman, yet again, I could not really say just like that... Then the radio stopped on it's own, making barely any static.

I stared at it for a little while, then simply put it in my pocket. I looked around myself, making sure not to look back, since I had nothing else to let out of me for now, and began moving again, holding the wooden plank.

I knew then what that woman had meant by the town being dangerous.... In fact, she had meant more then I had expected.

And it was just the beginning.

To be continued