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+S through Z › Silent Hill
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
8
Views:
3,208
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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I do not own Silent Hill, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Someone Left the Cake Out in the Rain
Rosewater Park: Someone Left the Cake Out in the Rain
The Woodside apartments are like a giant maze, and as Jenny tries to find her way out she passes a pool with an abandoned wheelchair lying at the bottom, and once sees another headless man-monster that runs when she shoots at it. Eventually she makes her way back to the street and just keeps on walking, not sure anymore what she hopes to find. At one point she finds a gas station and wonders if there might be a map of Silent Hill there. When she breaks into the office – she’s getting good at that – she actually finds one. It’s torn, but she can see street names and some of the landmarks.
“Mitchell walked in the park with me. I remember him picking a rose for me there. Maybe that’s where he’s waiting.” She cradles the shotgun in her hands. Rosewater Park is on Nathan Avenue, and it isn’t very far from where she is now.
As she makes the turn onto Nathan, she sees him again – that kid, sitting on a wall.
“Hey! Who are you? What are you doing here?”
The kid just grins. “I’m Ian.”
“Where are your parents? You can’t be here by yourself. It’s dangerous.”
“Why?”
“What do you mean why? Didn’t you see that crazy woman with the knife?”
“I see a crazy woman all right,” says Ian with a laugh.
“Are there people here besides you?” Jenny asks finally.
“What do you mean?”
“I’m looking for someone. He’s my husband.”
“Oh, sure, your husband Mitchell. The one you never loved.” The kid jumps off the wall.
“What the hell are talking about?” yells Jenny.
Ian runs down the street, calling over his shoulder. “Mitchell only married you for your money.”
Jenny chases him for half a block before she gives up.
“How could he know Mitchell? And no one ever said any such bullshit thing to me, not where I could hear. My husband didn’t need my damn—“ She stops and pants. “I’m going to the park. Maybe that’s where this kid met Mitchell.”
The park is shrouded in fog, not very sunny or romantic now. But when she walks down one of the paths, she sees a figure in the distance, a man with blonde hair. Jenny runs toward him. “Mitchell! Damn it, you scared me, what are you—“
“Mike. My name is Mike.”
Jenny stares. This man looks like Mitchell all right. He has the same face, the same green eyes that always got Mitchell so many compliments. But Mitchell would never have dressed like that, in a pair of jeans and a T-shirt that clung to his chest. And he wouldn’t have worn his hair that long, either. Plus this guy obviously spends more time in the gym than Mitchell ever did. He has a tattoo on his arm, too, a dog or something… you couldn’t have paid Mitchell enough money to get a tattoo.
Mike raises an eyebrow. “Why are you looking at me like that? Do I remind you of someone? Your date run out on you?”
“Do you think I have a date in a place like this? I’m looking for my husband. And you… you look exactly like him. Except for your hair, and he wouldn’t have worn that shirt.”
“I’m sorry you have a problem with my shirt, lady.”
“Jenny. Jenny Sunderland. I didn’t mean anything by that, it’s just--”
He nods. “And I might be a little sorry I’m not your husband, too, Jenny.” He winks. Mitchell would never have done that, either. He never flirted; he thought there was no point to games.
“Look, it’s just weird, that’s all. Mitchell died three years ago, and now here you are and you’re exactly alike.”
“If he’s dead, then why are you looking for him?” Mike seems oddly unsurprised though, just gives her another lazy grin.
“He sent me a letter. He said he’d meet me in our special place.”
“And this park was your special place?”
“I don’t even remember. We came here to Silent Hill once together, but…”
“Did you stay at the Lakeview Hotel?”
“Yes! You know where that is? It isn’t on this map.”
“Sure. I’ll bet your Mitchell spent a lot of time in your special place, there at the Lakeview, didn’t he?” Mike leers a little and Jenny steps backwards.
“This isn’t a dirty joke. My husband might be here somewhere, with all these monsters, and I need to find him.”
“Well, I can help you find that place. And protect you from monsters.”
Jenny lifted the gun. “I don’t need you. I’ve got this.”
“A tough lady. Well, maybe you can protect me then. The Lakeview is that way.” He gestures.
She shakes her head to clear it. “I still don’t understand this. You could be Mitchell’s ghost.”
Mike’s warm hand closes around her arm. “Do I feel like a ghost?”
Jenny sighs. “No.”
The Woodside apartments are like a giant maze, and as Jenny tries to find her way out she passes a pool with an abandoned wheelchair lying at the bottom, and once sees another headless man-monster that runs when she shoots at it. Eventually she makes her way back to the street and just keeps on walking, not sure anymore what she hopes to find. At one point she finds a gas station and wonders if there might be a map of Silent Hill there. When she breaks into the office – she’s getting good at that – she actually finds one. It’s torn, but she can see street names and some of the landmarks.
“Mitchell walked in the park with me. I remember him picking a rose for me there. Maybe that’s where he’s waiting.” She cradles the shotgun in her hands. Rosewater Park is on Nathan Avenue, and it isn’t very far from where she is now.
As she makes the turn onto Nathan, she sees him again – that kid, sitting on a wall.
“Hey! Who are you? What are you doing here?”
The kid just grins. “I’m Ian.”
“Where are your parents? You can’t be here by yourself. It’s dangerous.”
“Why?”
“What do you mean why? Didn’t you see that crazy woman with the knife?”
“I see a crazy woman all right,” says Ian with a laugh.
“Are there people here besides you?” Jenny asks finally.
“What do you mean?”
“I’m looking for someone. He’s my husband.”
“Oh, sure, your husband Mitchell. The one you never loved.” The kid jumps off the wall.
“What the hell are talking about?” yells Jenny.
Ian runs down the street, calling over his shoulder. “Mitchell only married you for your money.”
Jenny chases him for half a block before she gives up.
“How could he know Mitchell? And no one ever said any such bullshit thing to me, not where I could hear. My husband didn’t need my damn—“ She stops and pants. “I’m going to the park. Maybe that’s where this kid met Mitchell.”
The park is shrouded in fog, not very sunny or romantic now. But when she walks down one of the paths, she sees a figure in the distance, a man with blonde hair. Jenny runs toward him. “Mitchell! Damn it, you scared me, what are you—“
“Mike. My name is Mike.”
Jenny stares. This man looks like Mitchell all right. He has the same face, the same green eyes that always got Mitchell so many compliments. But Mitchell would never have dressed like that, in a pair of jeans and a T-shirt that clung to his chest. And he wouldn’t have worn his hair that long, either. Plus this guy obviously spends more time in the gym than Mitchell ever did. He has a tattoo on his arm, too, a dog or something… you couldn’t have paid Mitchell enough money to get a tattoo.
Mike raises an eyebrow. “Why are you looking at me like that? Do I remind you of someone? Your date run out on you?”
“Do you think I have a date in a place like this? I’m looking for my husband. And you… you look exactly like him. Except for your hair, and he wouldn’t have worn that shirt.”
“I’m sorry you have a problem with my shirt, lady.”
“Jenny. Jenny Sunderland. I didn’t mean anything by that, it’s just--”
He nods. “And I might be a little sorry I’m not your husband, too, Jenny.” He winks. Mitchell would never have done that, either. He never flirted; he thought there was no point to games.
“Look, it’s just weird, that’s all. Mitchell died three years ago, and now here you are and you’re exactly alike.”
“If he’s dead, then why are you looking for him?” Mike seems oddly unsurprised though, just gives her another lazy grin.
“He sent me a letter. He said he’d meet me in our special place.”
“And this park was your special place?”
“I don’t even remember. We came here to Silent Hill once together, but…”
“Did you stay at the Lakeview Hotel?”
“Yes! You know where that is? It isn’t on this map.”
“Sure. I’ll bet your Mitchell spent a lot of time in your special place, there at the Lakeview, didn’t he?” Mike leers a little and Jenny steps backwards.
“This isn’t a dirty joke. My husband might be here somewhere, with all these monsters, and I need to find him.”
“Well, I can help you find that place. And protect you from monsters.”
Jenny lifted the gun. “I don’t need you. I’ve got this.”
“A tough lady. Well, maybe you can protect me then. The Lakeview is that way.” He gestures.
She shakes her head to clear it. “I still don’t understand this. You could be Mitchell’s ghost.”
Mike’s warm hand closes around her arm. “Do I feel like a ghost?”
Jenny sighs. “No.”