Spidey17
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Wrote a bit of a story I've had long in mind. I'll post it in my Fanfic page once it's completed. Scared myself a little when writing it
To ask myself why I was here, would be unanswerable. I shouldn't be here, I should be running with all the strength I have in me to the exit. But with the fog outside, losing myself in its emptiness, and these holes in the ground everywhere I turn, trying to swallow me up, escape was impossible. I didn't come to this hospital to seek refuge. I've hated hospitals since I was a boy. Ever since my father died in one. Lung cancer. He sure loved his damned cigarettes. He lit up worse than a chimney, about 30 times a day, and that's not including night. The smoke that escaped through his lips and nose, the infamous aroma, it actually reminds me of the fog outside. How ironic.
This hospital, it certainly reminds me of cancer. The walls and floors in the corridor are absolutely filthy. A cockroach scurries by my feet. I think of stepping on it, just to put it out of its misery, I've always been the merciful type. It explodes with a sickly crunch beneath my shoe. What I wouldn't give to have our roles reversed right now.
There's a map on the table. I examine it. Don't know why, it's weird, but I want to be in the maternity ward. Why there? Again, another unanswerable question. ****ing sick of that.
There's a lift. For some reason I press the button for the fifth floor, but I know the place's power is out. I take the stairs. Such a big, filthy place. Filthy. Corrupted. Eaten alive by cockroaches and maggots. They scream and cry as I crush them to death. It's mercy, I promise. Oh, God. I'm losing my mind. No, wrong. I've already lost it. Fourth floor, nearly there. I can still hear them beneath my feet. Then, I hear footsteps. Faint at first, then louder they grow. I'm not sure if they're coming from above or below me. I remain still and silent, holding my breath. I kill the lighter. It's above me, somebody is coming down the stairs. There's a lapse in the pace. Slower. Closer now. Did they just whisper my name? Yes, they did. Christ. Finally, whoever this was, was on the same stop as me. They're staring at me. Unmoving. ****, I can smell blood. Whoever this is, they giggle, before heading down the stairs away from me. It was a child, I'm sure of it. A child that knows my name to whisper it, could see me in the pitch darkness, and reeked of blood, and, smoke?...I'm laughing. Time for the maternity ward. What a filthy hospital. Somebody should clean it.
Not bad. Btw, had anyone watched rageaholic's silent hill retrospective? He thought homecoming was great, which I found hilarious. I never played it myself, but I did watch a let's play by the two best friends, and they hated it. They also played downpour, which they disliked slightly less. What did everyone else think of the last two silent hill games? Homecoming got a 9 according to GT users, but there could've been under a hundred people that created that average.