A SILENT HILL FAN FIC

RATED 16+ FOR: Creature/fantasy violence, blood, language, brief mention of drinking, mild innuendo, and one f~bomb ( )

This story takes place after the events in the films SILENT HILL and SILENT HILL: Revelation, as well as after the events of the video game 

SILENT HILL: Shattered Memories, but prior to SILENT HILL 2. To avoid confusion: this is an alternate timeline where Alysa didn't happen, the town was frozen like it was in Shattered Memories, and several creatures show up at random. The film plots serve as backstory, as the refugee's and Dahlia appear in this story, but the Dark Nurses and Ash Children do not. Red Pyramid's appearance is a non canon fan moment: That's my favorite monster, So I stuck him in there. ( Yes I KNOW he was in Silent Hill 2 as James's judge and jury: in the films, he was just there. )

The timeline should be taken as this year, following the end of November, into December. 

1: Blood on the snow/ Ashes 

He awoke, staring at whiteness.... just whiteness. 

It took a second, but he realized the whiteness was snow, thick snow, falling beyond the clouded up windows of the car. He groaned, rubbing his head, and looked around; not much to see, the car was mostly empty. 

Was it his? 

A jolt: he didn't know. 

The headlights were on, and he used his sleeve to wipe the moisture off the windshield enough to see out: a lonely road, and a large sign, faded with age. 

He couldn't read it from here, but needed to know where he was. 

He carefully exited the car, and started forward, shocked to discover the " snow ' was not snow...

but ash, hot falling ash. 

He got close to the sign, and stared up at the faded letters, even though the told him nothing of use: 

WELCOME TO SILENT HILL: POPULATION 213 

 

He'd never heard of Silent Hill, and had no clue of how he'd gotten there, or...

Or who he was. 

He felt a jolt: total blank, no clue. 

That scared him more than the ash, or the cryptic town mentioned in the sign. 

He walked back to the car, hoping for some sort of clue. 

He found a wallet in the dashboard glove compartment, and at least had a name again: Jack Fray. 

Jack took a flashlight from the car, after a futile atempt to start the engine rewarded him only with smoke and an awful stench. 

He stared up the road, able to pick out building and streets from the falling ash, which seemed to have no source, only drifted gently through the air like counterfeit snowflakes, soft and white. 

He had no other choice; the only way was forward. 

The collapsed bridge beyond his car and pool of red seeping from a nearby pile of rags told him that much. 

Edited December 24, 201311 yr by TheTimidLight

2. Streets of Silent Hill/ Red Pyramid 

He walked down Hoover street, passed silent shops and cold cars, the ash falling like soft rain. 

Except for the wind, and the bang of a loose shutter, there wasn't a sound to be heard in all of the town.

It was unnerving, that silence: Silent Hill was well named. 

He passed a closed up used dress shop called Theresa's, where movement caught his eyes in the front window; behind the bright formal dresses in the display, someone had hurried past the glass of the window, an desperate attempt to not be seen. 

" Hey! Hey, you! Hello?" 

He ran towards the shop, the light bouncing every where in crazy circles, as the ash drifted through the night ghostly. 

He jiggled the knob, but it was locked, the shop window dark once again. 

Dimly, he heard a loud, ear shattering noise: an air raid siren? 

At once, blue frost began to ice over the sidewalks, as a blue cast fell over everything. 

He looked behind him, and saw a horrible THING that defied all of nature and God walking down the street, dragging a massive sword: tall, inhumanly thin, it wore a red~stained butchers apron, and black pants. 

That wasn't the worst of it; where a head should have been was only a massive cone, shaped vaugely like an pyramid. 

Swallowing a scream, Jack ducked behind a car, and prayed to every god know the monster didn't see him. 

The dragging of the creature's sword faded, and the ice cracked, melting away.

" Holy... oh my god, what IS this place?" 

Around him, the ash swept through the streets of Silent Hill; nothing moved. 

Edited December 24, 201311 yr by TheTimidLight

Silent Hill 2 and Shattered Memories weren't by any means in the same timeline. The layouts of the town are very different and there's not so much as a reference of the events of the other game in either of them. They're both in very different timelines as are both of the movies. So there's no inkling of what time this story takes place as it's referencing to multiple different timelines.Also, it doesn't really make sense to have elements of Shattered Memories and 2, (Red Pyramid and icy streets), since every person's experience should be unique and original. Pyramid Head was meant to be a judge and jury for James, punishing him while pushing him closer to the truth. It was brought back in Homecoming because the developer was an idiot.Based on this, my advice to you would be: come up with something original. Following the games too much for inspiration will make your story end up like Silent Hill Homecoming; a drab and dull clone. Don't be afraid to experiment with possibilities and character development. Having a different town layout is optional since some Silent Hills have different town layouts and it'll mean less research and remembering what goes where since you'll have your own map. The writing itself is alright, could use a few grammatical improvements and better punctuation. Describe more about the environment and what's going on, go into what Jack is feeling, seeing, and hearing. Make the chapters longer so people don't get bored or feel like they're reading the Da Vinci Code. Also, not sure why you need the squiggle line for compound words, using a hyphen would do, or it's not at all needed in certain words (ex: un~nerving should be unnerving)

Silent Hill 2 and Shattered Memories weren't by any means in the same timeline. The layouts of the town are very different and there's not so much as a reference of the events of the other game in either of them. They're both in very different timelines as are both of the movies. So there's no inkling of what time this story takes place as it's referencing to multiple different timelines.Also, it doesn't really make sense to have elements of Shattered Memories and 2, (Red Pyramid and icy streets), since every person's experience should be unique and original. Pyramid Head was meant to be a judge and jury for James, punishing him while pushing him closer to the truth. It was brought back in Homecoming because the developer was an idiot.Based on this, my advice to you would be: come up with something original. Following the games too much for inspiration will make your story end up like Silent Hill Homecoming; a drab and dull clone. Don't be afraid to experiment with possibilities and character development. Having a different town layout is optional since some Silent Hills have different town layouts and it'll mean less research and remembering what goes where since you'll have your own map. The writing itself is alright, could use a few grammatical improvements and better punctuation. Describe more about the environment and what's going on, go into what Jack is feeling, seeing, and hearing. Make the chapters longer so people don't get bored or feel like they're reading the Da Vinci Code. Also, not sure why you need the squiggle line for compound words, using a hyphen would do, or it's not at all needed in certain words (ex: un~nerving should be unnerving)

I don't care about the timeline: it's OOC.

The only connection is the town. 

It's not following the games: its in an alternate timeline where the films and the one game happened around the same period. 

As for the squiggle, I just like using it, and my dumb computer keeps auto fixing words like unnerving into un~nerving. 

The short chapters are a set up device: chapter three's another person. 

And i think i misspelled a few words: i'll fix them . 

And the Pyramid's a cameo: he's not coming back. 

Edited December 24, 201311 yr by TheTimidLight

3. Anger/The sound of no dogs barking 

She paced back and forth, a pretty woman of late 20's, hair pulled back into a loose ponytail, her face switching between anger and concern, but mostly concern. 

He was late, again, and the snow was starting to fall, making it harder to see the road from here, the night starless and black. 

She paced yet again, eyes on the grandfather clock by the door, watching the pendulum swing its increasingly slowed path back and forth, as the gears wound down for the night. 

She'd have to wind it again, but she was to worried and angry to think of such domestic chores right now. 

She finally gave up, and went to the clock, sliding the glass door open to reach the brass weights. 

DONG DONG DONG

The chime made her jump, falling on her butt as the clock churned out midnight, the last few bongs softer as the gears finally slowed and stopped. 

Laughing to herself at being so jumpy, she quickly reset the weights, and returned to her place by the window, watching the silently drifting snowflakes flutter by in the night. 

 

 

 

Jack sat there, terrified, still remembering the... the...

He didn't know what to even call it. 

He finally stood, glancing up and down the street, seeing nothing but empty cars and emptier storefronts. 

Nothing... nothing at all, not even a dog barking, a sound heard everywhere. 

It was if Silent Hill had blown away in a cold wind, leaving this empty shell behind to rot under a layer of ash.

He couldn't stay there on the ground, cowering behind a car like a frightened child: whatever that monster had been might come back.

Jack shook some ash of his shirt, and started walking, aimless at first, but more determined when he saw lights ahead through the ash.

So there WERE others here, after all. 

Edited December 24, 201311 yr by TheTimidLight