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+S through Z › Silent Hill
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
8
Views:
3,213
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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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.
Alternate Ending
Another Ending: And You Thought That New York Was Hard to Escape From
Finally she gets up. What if she could get back to the boat dock, find her car, what would happen then? Can she go back to the world knowing what she did? But she passes into the next room anyway, a banquet hall, and shuts the door behind her. There’s a little stage, and they’re on it, and it’s no surprise.
“Jenny!”
It’s Mike, with the pyramid thing behind him, an arm wrapped around his neck. “Jenny, help me!”
She walks forward, gets onto the stage herself. “It’s over. It’s finished.”
Mike makes a small whimpering sound as Jenny walks forward and reaches out her hand. Pyramid Head holds out the knife and Jenny receives it. It’s incredibly heavy, and she needs both hands to hold it. Staring for one moment into Mike’s terrified eyes, she runs forward and stabs the knife through both of them. It runs through easily, and they fall, still locked together, with blood everywhere. She looks at them for a minute, the apron fallen aside to revealing that white body again, covered in Mike’s blood. The helmet is almost off, but Jenny refuses to look at the thing’s face. “It’s over,” she repeats into the silence.
She runs down a white hallway that shouldn’t be there and at the other end she finds her car. It’s where she left it, just by the wall. Jenny gets in, turns the key. Now she can find the main road, escape this town. Then she can forget about everything that happened, including her husband who would have been dead in a week anyway.
“I can’t believe this. I’m finally out of there.”
She is almost to the freeway when she sees him by the side of the road. He’s got the T-shirt, and a tattoo of something, and tight jeans. Jenny pulls the car over and opens the passenger side window.
“Mike?” she asks.
The man just looks confused, and now Jenny sees that his hair is darker and worn in a ponytail, even though he has the same green eyes.
“Mark. My name is Mark.” He coughs into his hand. “I’m just looking for a ride.”
Jenny hesitates just for a second, and then opens the door. “Get in.”
Finally she gets up. What if she could get back to the boat dock, find her car, what would happen then? Can she go back to the world knowing what she did? But she passes into the next room anyway, a banquet hall, and shuts the door behind her. There’s a little stage, and they’re on it, and it’s no surprise.
“Jenny!”
It’s Mike, with the pyramid thing behind him, an arm wrapped around his neck. “Jenny, help me!”
She walks forward, gets onto the stage herself. “It’s over. It’s finished.”
Mike makes a small whimpering sound as Jenny walks forward and reaches out her hand. Pyramid Head holds out the knife and Jenny receives it. It’s incredibly heavy, and she needs both hands to hold it. Staring for one moment into Mike’s terrified eyes, she runs forward and stabs the knife through both of them. It runs through easily, and they fall, still locked together, with blood everywhere. She looks at them for a minute, the apron fallen aside to revealing that white body again, covered in Mike’s blood. The helmet is almost off, but Jenny refuses to look at the thing’s face. “It’s over,” she repeats into the silence.
She runs down a white hallway that shouldn’t be there and at the other end she finds her car. It’s where she left it, just by the wall. Jenny gets in, turns the key. Now she can find the main road, escape this town. Then she can forget about everything that happened, including her husband who would have been dead in a week anyway.
“I can’t believe this. I’m finally out of there.”
She is almost to the freeway when she sees him by the side of the road. He’s got the T-shirt, and a tattoo of something, and tight jeans. Jenny pulls the car over and opens the passenger side window.
“Mike?” she asks.
The man just looks confused, and now Jenny sees that his hair is darker and worn in a ponytail, even though he has the same green eyes.
“Mark. My name is Mark.” He coughs into his hand. “I’m just looking for a ride.”
Jenny hesitates just for a second, and then opens the door. “Get in.”