After days of debating, I decided to post some of my first attempt at fan-fiction. In this case the "Silent Hill" franchise. For those of wewe that have never played the games, wewe could always look up spoilers for them, since this takes place in the game canon. Anyway, here's the prolouge & Chapter One, please maoni and let me know what wewe think! :)
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PROLOUGE:TOLUCA COUNTY, MAY 2001
Frank was asleep when he heard the knock on his door. After forcing himself out of bed, he looked out to see someone he hardly ever saw. Nathan and his father. Nathan was five years old, and Frank hadn't exactly been close to him au his father for the last few years. "Can we come in?" asked Nathan's father. Frank looked down at Nathan, who was clearly tired, and nodded. "Nathan, go lay down on the couch." alisema his dad. Nathan did so without question, clearly exhaused. The two men went into the kitchen. Nathan overheard some of the conversation. "You and his mother are just going to drop him here and go on vacation?" "It's only for a week au two, I'll call every siku to check up on him." "Look..." "I'm begging you. Look after him, I can't ask anyone else. Please." There was silence for a moment, and Frank's voice replied "Fine. I'll look after him for you." The two men came back into the den. Nathan's dad walked over to him. "You be a good boy okay?" he said. Nathan, now wide awake, looked up at his father. "Is something wrong daddy?" he asked, noting the look on his father's face, which was that of depression and fear. After a pause, he responded "No. Nothing to worry about. I've told him where we're going. I'll call every night. I promise. Okay?" Nathan continued to note his father's expression. "Promise?" he asked. His dad nodded. "Promise. I can't take wewe with me, but I promise, one siku I'll tell wewe everything. Okay?" he asked. Nathan nodded silently. "I upendo wewe dad." he alisema quietly. "I upendo wewe too. Always remember that." With that, he kissed Nathan on the forehead, and nodded at Frank. "Goodbye." he said, waving to them as he stepped out into the rainy night. For the first two days, Nathan's dad called Nathan twice a day, but then, he never got another call. After a month, his parents still hadn't returned. Frank called the police, and there was an investigation, but nothing ever came up. Nathan eventually gave up of seeing them again after a mwaka had passed, he lived with Frank for the inayofuata eleven years, which started a story of horror, tradegy, courage, and redemption.
CHAPTER ONE:ASHFIELD, OCTOBER 2012:
ELEVEN YEARS LATER:
Nathan awoke in a cold sweat. He couldn't remember what he'd been dreaming about the night before, but he remembered hearing his name over and over. Shaking it off, he quickly got dressed and went downstairs. His Uncle Frank was downstairs fixing pancakes for breakfast. "Good morning sleepyhead." he said, sliding some pancakes onto a plate. Nathan nodded without speaking, and sat down. "Rough night?" asked Frank. "What makes wewe say that?" asked Nathan. Frank shrugged. "You were talking in your sleep again." I could hear it from my room." Nathan looked up. "Sorry. So what was I saying?" he asked. Frank shrugged. "It was the same thing over and over." he said, pausing, as if trying to decide what to say next. "What'd I say?" Nathan asked. "You were saying two words. 'Silent Hill'." he alisema quietly. Nathan looked at his uncle's face, and saw he seemed reluctant to be having this convesation. "Why's that sound familar?" he asked. Frank sighed. "I don't know. It doesn't... ring a bell..." "Something wrong Uncle Frank?" asked Nathan. Frank shook his head, and looked as if he was about something, but then looked at the clock. "You'll be late for school." he alisema quickly.
Nathan sighed. He knew he wasn't going to get anything out of Frank now, but maybe he'd try this evening, when Frank got off work. Nathan grabbed his koti, jacket and backpack, then walked into the jikoni and into the garage. "Have a good siku Nathan." alisema Frank, as Nathan climbed into his car. "You too." he replied.
ASHFIELD HIGH SCHOOL:
Nathan pulled into a parking space outside the school. Turning off his car, he noticed he was already late. He quickly climbed out and raced to his locker to get his supplies for class. He ended up getting detention for being late again. After getting through half the day, he went to the cafeteria and got lunch.
He sat down at a table, and was soon joined kwa his only friend in school, Spencer Braden. Spencer was tall, with long brown hair. "Hey Nathan." alisema Spencer sitting down beside him. "Hey." alisema Nathan. "Heard wewe got detention for being late again. That's the tenth time this year." Spencer replied. Nathan sighed. "Don't remind me. I've had a hard time sleeping." he muttered. "Say no more. I understand that." Spencer replied. "Before I moved to Ashfield, I used to have nightmares all the time. I could never get to sleep." he said. "How'd wewe fix it?" asked Nathan. Spencer sighed. "I didn't." he said.
Nathan pulled out his notebook. "Spencer, all my dreams are about the same place, yet I've never been there. At least, not that I remember..." Spencer looked at Nathan curiously. "What place is it?" he asked. "Silent Hill." Nathan alisema quietly. Spencer looked at him for a moment. "I had a cousin who went to Silent kilima awhile back." "Why?" asked Nathan, "From what I know, the place is abandoned now." Spencer nodded. "My cousin was a photographer. He went there to take photos." "Was?" Nathan asked. Spencer's face darkened. "He died a few years ago. He was... admitted to a mental hospital, what he claimed happened to him and his neighbor..." "There was a witness?" Nathan asked. "She was found dead outside Silent Hill. My cousin claimed an undead serial killer was responsible for her death." Nathan sighed. "What happened to your cousin, how'd he die?" Before Spencer could answer, the kengele rang. "Some other time." Spencer said. Nathan sighed. He knew lots of people disappeared au turned up dead near Silent Hill, but he'd never heard anything like what Spencer had told him. He trudged to class, wondering why he was dreaming of the abandoned town, and zaidi importantly, what he was dreaming about within.
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After the school siku came to an end, Nathan reluctantly trudged to the maktaba for detention. He knew that the teachers never watched the students, so he figured, he'd be able to sleep the three hours he'd be there. Nathan entered the maktaba and sat at a desk, plopping his backpack to the floor. The sky outside was nearing sunset, and he knew it'd be dark before he got out. Nathan looked around, and saw the detention moniter hadn't shown up. He sighed, and leaned back in his chair. After waiting for fifteen dakika he fell asleep. He awakened fourty-five dakika later to see it was already dark outside. He looked around and saw that nobody had shown up for the detention moniter. Nathan sighed, and stood up. He walked out into the hall and saw the lights were turned off. He checked his phone, and saw he'd only been asleep fourty-five minutes. Nathan walked around the school and found noone in sight. Eventually, he reached the office and found it empty. He looked at the clock on the ukuta and saw it was seven pm. His clock must have stopped for some reason. "Crap." he said, running through the halls until he reached the front exit. He pulled on the door, and found it was locked. "Crap." he alisema again. He knew he'd have to call Uncle Frank, but just as he pulled out his phone, he heard it emitting static. "What the?" he muttered. Suddenly, the lights all switched on, and switched back off in a continuous fashion. That's when he heard it. Air-raid sirens blaring on and off. He looked around in horror as the karatasi la kupamba ukuta began to yellow and tear off and the school itself began to change into a horrible display. Gradually the Sirens stopped, and so did the transisition, and Nathan found himself in pure darkness.
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PROLOUGE:TOLUCA COUNTY, MAY 2001
Frank was asleep when he heard the knock on his door. After forcing himself out of bed, he looked out to see someone he hardly ever saw. Nathan and his father. Nathan was five years old, and Frank hadn't exactly been close to him au his father for the last few years. "Can we come in?" asked Nathan's father. Frank looked down at Nathan, who was clearly tired, and nodded. "Nathan, go lay down on the couch." alisema his dad. Nathan did so without question, clearly exhaused. The two men went into the kitchen. Nathan overheard some of the conversation. "You and his mother are just going to drop him here and go on vacation?" "It's only for a week au two, I'll call every siku to check up on him." "Look..." "I'm begging you. Look after him, I can't ask anyone else. Please." There was silence for a moment, and Frank's voice replied "Fine. I'll look after him for you." The two men came back into the den. Nathan's dad walked over to him. "You be a good boy okay?" he said. Nathan, now wide awake, looked up at his father. "Is something wrong daddy?" he asked, noting the look on his father's face, which was that of depression and fear. After a pause, he responded "No. Nothing to worry about. I've told him where we're going. I'll call every night. I promise. Okay?" Nathan continued to note his father's expression. "Promise?" he asked. His dad nodded. "Promise. I can't take wewe with me, but I promise, one siku I'll tell wewe everything. Okay?" he asked. Nathan nodded silently. "I upendo wewe dad." he alisema quietly. "I upendo wewe too. Always remember that." With that, he kissed Nathan on the forehead, and nodded at Frank. "Goodbye." he said, waving to them as he stepped out into the rainy night. For the first two days, Nathan's dad called Nathan twice a day, but then, he never got another call. After a month, his parents still hadn't returned. Frank called the police, and there was an investigation, but nothing ever came up. Nathan eventually gave up of seeing them again after a mwaka had passed, he lived with Frank for the inayofuata eleven years, which started a story of horror, tradegy, courage, and redemption.
CHAPTER ONE:ASHFIELD, OCTOBER 2012:
ELEVEN YEARS LATER:
Nathan awoke in a cold sweat. He couldn't remember what he'd been dreaming about the night before, but he remembered hearing his name over and over. Shaking it off, he quickly got dressed and went downstairs. His Uncle Frank was downstairs fixing pancakes for breakfast. "Good morning sleepyhead." he said, sliding some pancakes onto a plate. Nathan nodded without speaking, and sat down. "Rough night?" asked Frank. "What makes wewe say that?" asked Nathan. Frank shrugged. "You were talking in your sleep again." I could hear it from my room." Nathan looked up. "Sorry. So what was I saying?" he asked. Frank shrugged. "It was the same thing over and over." he said, pausing, as if trying to decide what to say next. "What'd I say?" Nathan asked. "You were saying two words. 'Silent Hill'." he alisema quietly. Nathan looked at his uncle's face, and saw he seemed reluctant to be having this convesation. "Why's that sound familar?" he asked. Frank sighed. "I don't know. It doesn't... ring a bell..." "Something wrong Uncle Frank?" asked Nathan. Frank shook his head, and looked as if he was about something, but then looked at the clock. "You'll be late for school." he alisema quickly.
Nathan sighed. He knew he wasn't going to get anything out of Frank now, but maybe he'd try this evening, when Frank got off work. Nathan grabbed his koti, jacket and backpack, then walked into the jikoni and into the garage. "Have a good siku Nathan." alisema Frank, as Nathan climbed into his car. "You too." he replied.
ASHFIELD HIGH SCHOOL:
Nathan pulled into a parking space outside the school. Turning off his car, he noticed he was already late. He quickly climbed out and raced to his locker to get his supplies for class. He ended up getting detention for being late again. After getting through half the day, he went to the cafeteria and got lunch.
He sat down at a table, and was soon joined kwa his only friend in school, Spencer Braden. Spencer was tall, with long brown hair. "Hey Nathan." alisema Spencer sitting down beside him. "Hey." alisema Nathan. "Heard wewe got detention for being late again. That's the tenth time this year." Spencer replied. Nathan sighed. "Don't remind me. I've had a hard time sleeping." he muttered. "Say no more. I understand that." Spencer replied. "Before I moved to Ashfield, I used to have nightmares all the time. I could never get to sleep." he said. "How'd wewe fix it?" asked Nathan. Spencer sighed. "I didn't." he said.
Nathan pulled out his notebook. "Spencer, all my dreams are about the same place, yet I've never been there. At least, not that I remember..." Spencer looked at Nathan curiously. "What place is it?" he asked. "Silent Hill." Nathan alisema quietly. Spencer looked at him for a moment. "I had a cousin who went to Silent kilima awhile back." "Why?" asked Nathan, "From what I know, the place is abandoned now." Spencer nodded. "My cousin was a photographer. He went there to take photos." "Was?" Nathan asked. Spencer's face darkened. "He died a few years ago. He was... admitted to a mental hospital, what he claimed happened to him and his neighbor..." "There was a witness?" Nathan asked. "She was found dead outside Silent Hill. My cousin claimed an undead serial killer was responsible for her death." Nathan sighed. "What happened to your cousin, how'd he die?" Before Spencer could answer, the kengele rang. "Some other time." Spencer said. Nathan sighed. He knew lots of people disappeared au turned up dead near Silent Hill, but he'd never heard anything like what Spencer had told him. He trudged to class, wondering why he was dreaming of the abandoned town, and zaidi importantly, what he was dreaming about within.
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After the school siku came to an end, Nathan reluctantly trudged to the maktaba for detention. He knew that the teachers never watched the students, so he figured, he'd be able to sleep the three hours he'd be there. Nathan entered the maktaba and sat at a desk, plopping his backpack to the floor. The sky outside was nearing sunset, and he knew it'd be dark before he got out. Nathan looked around, and saw the detention moniter hadn't shown up. He sighed, and leaned back in his chair. After waiting for fifteen dakika he fell asleep. He awakened fourty-five dakika later to see it was already dark outside. He looked around and saw that nobody had shown up for the detention moniter. Nathan sighed, and stood up. He walked out into the hall and saw the lights were turned off. He checked his phone, and saw he'd only been asleep fourty-five minutes. Nathan walked around the school and found noone in sight. Eventually, he reached the office and found it empty. He looked at the clock on the ukuta and saw it was seven pm. His clock must have stopped for some reason. "Crap." he said, running through the halls until he reached the front exit. He pulled on the door, and found it was locked. "Crap." he alisema again. He knew he'd have to call Uncle Frank, but just as he pulled out his phone, he heard it emitting static. "What the?" he muttered. Suddenly, the lights all switched on, and switched back off in a continuous fashion. That's when he heard it. Air-raid sirens blaring on and off. He looked around in horror as the karatasi la kupamba ukuta began to yellow and tear off and the school itself began to change into a horrible display. Gradually the Sirens stopped, and so did the transisition, and Nathan found himself in pure darkness.
