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- Miranda Baker was a woman who was born to be a mother. She had known that fact since she was able to comprehend what a mother was. Her mother had known that fact from the moment Miranda was born. When she was a little girl, she would look out for the other kids on the playground, sitting in a swing without moving and looking at all of them with watchful, warm eyes, as they ran and played. When a little girl would get pushed down and scrape her knee, Miranda would be there, soothing the crying girl and making her feel better with little girl jokes and smiles. Back then, everything was fixed with smiles and hugs, and Miranda was happy to give them. She had always been more willing to take care of her parents than to have them take care of her.
Whenever her mother cried, Miranda was there by her side within seconds, holding her hand and leaning against her, and she knew that was enough. When her mother was pregnant with another child, there was nothing but excitement felt in the then ten year old's heart. She had been told that her own birth was a miracle, and this new pregnancy was a blessing from God. However, Miranda soon learned that God was both a wonderful and terrible force. She loved and hated Him. Just as He had bestowed the blessing of another child on her mother, He took it away just as quickly. The child had never seen the light of life. It was... Devastating. Miranda had been just as devastated as her parents. That's when she knew... She wanted nothing more than to have a healthy, happy child. If she could have that one pleasure in her life, she would ask for nothing more. She went on with her life with that knowledge happily, flourishing in school and a little flighty social butterfly. She was never the brightest crayon in the box, but she was loving and she was a sweet person.
When she was young and in college, she met a man that was like her, and she fell in love. A typical, cliche story, really. She was happy to give all of her love to him, and he did the same. They were together for two years, and, in a rush of some sorts, married. It was the perfect little love story, until they wanted to have children. After try after try, after heartbreak over and over again, Miranda and Carson Baker went to the doctor.
Miranda never liked to cry. Even though she did often, she hated to. There wasn't a day that she cried harder than the day when she discovered she was practically unable to bear children. There was a slight chance, but it was slim enough to leave Miranda hopeless. Carson was heartbroken as well, and didn't let go of her until she was too tired to keep crying and slipped into unconsciousness that night. Needless to say, she was crushed. She had always wanted to be a mother. She wanted to hold her baby tight and smile down at it and be the perfect mother. She had hardly ever asked for anything else. There were other options, however, options that Carson and she had talked about afterward. They could always adopt, if nothing else worked. But, Miranda wanted her own child. One that she carried in her womb and would feel connected to forever. They had decided to go the route which included artificial insemination. After the slightly stressful operation took place, they waited in fear and anticipation for any sort of result.
There were no words for the absolute joy Miranda felt when she found out that she had become successfully pregnant. There was screaming, crying, dancing in the kitchen, and laughing. They were so young, and so in love. It was just perfect. Miranda had been twenty one at the time, and her parents had wondered about her taking such steps so soon. Did Carson and Miranda care? Of course not! They were going to have a baby! God had smiled down on them again. But for the second time in her life, Miranda had to learn that God was terrible. God was the creator, and God could take His creations away. He wasn't so terrible that He took Miranda's baby away, no. He took an angel back to heaven. He took Carson. He took the man who had stayed by Miranda, who held her hand when things got bad, away. The pain of the loss was crippling. Her family and his had been completely shocked. None understood what the young man had done to deserve such a early end. Miranda had only one answer. "The good die young." She could not hate God, because Carson was an angel, and it was fair that Carson had to join Him in His kingdom to do good. But Miranda was able to turn her face away from Him for a long time as she held onto her growing belly and the only comfort she had left.
Her baby. Joshua Baker was the light of Miranda's life. He was born two months after Carson died, and he was the one that kept her sane. Through her tears of sadness when he was born, she had smiled. She was brokenhearted because Carson had not been able to hold his beautiful baby boy, but she was happy that she was able to hold him. That in itself was a miracle, and the fact that he was completely healthy. Nothing had gone wrong whatsoever during his delivery. The labor hadn't even lasted that long, either. The very moment Miranda saw his face, she turned her own back to God and let Him back into her heart. Over the past eight years, he had grown well. He had his daddy's facial structure and eyes. He had Miranda's darker, curly hair, and the gentle nature that both of his parents had. Miranda was convinced that when Carson had been taken, God had sent this angel down to her to make up for the pain.
Miranda and Joshua lived comfortably. They had moved closer to Miranda's parents, in a small house into the woods a bit. Joshua had many friends at school, and even though he wasn't the best in the class, the teacher loved him. Miranda unconditionally loved her boy, and they very rarely got into little spats that parents sometimes got into with their children. They were happy with their lifestyle, even without Carson. Josh never had a father figure. However, apparently in his eyes, Miranda was the perfect parent. He never asked anything about his father. He constantly said as she tucked him in, "You're enough for me." There was nowhere she wouldn't go, there was nothing she wouldn't do for her boy. She would walk through hell and back for him.
Miranda had no idea how literal that saying was going to become. It was eight years after Josh was born. Life was going as well as it ever was, and Miranda couldn't be happier. Well... She could, if Carson was with her. But Josh was enough to fill the void that Carson had left. She was now just turning twenty-nine years old, and was still in her prime. She smiled to herself as she drove home from work and planned dinner in her head. She had fresh groceries in the back of her car and the radio playing as she rolled her window down and let the warm breeze rustle her hair. She parked the car in the driveway, gathered the groceries in her arms and stumbled her way to the front door. She always told Josh to lock the door when he got home, just in case. Upon instinct, Miranda just reached for the door without unlocking it. It swung open. She frowned a little, but sighed. Sometimes people forgot things. Josh usually locked the door... But he had probably just forgotten. He was only eight, after all.
"Josh! I'm home!" She called as she kicked the door closed and put the groceries on the kitchen counter. She frowned again when there was no answer from her son. "Josh?" She called out again, and waited for an answering call. When there was none, her heart began to speed up. She knew it was irrational, but her boy had never not answered her, and the house was too small for him not to have heard her. Putting down her keys and picking up the phone to look for any messages, she wandered through the house, peeking into rooms to see if her son was there. When she got to Josh's room, the door was shut. Miranda frowned, and opened it, glancing down at the phone for a second. When she looked up, her mouth dropped open and the phone clattered to the ground.
His once clean, white walls were littered with crayon scribbles, black and red all over, with disturbing images and the words 'Silent Hill' scribbled in messy handwriting that Miranda confirmed as her son's. She stood on the threshold of her son's door, and then turned and ran to the computer room. She typed in 'Silent Hill' and did not like what she found. It was a ghost town in West Virginia, which wasn't far...
Now, the rational thing to do would be to call the cops and have them investigate. Was that what Miranda did? No. She pulled on a coat, grabbed her keys, and was speeding out of the driveway within seconds. Joshua wasn't home. He wasn't anywhere close. Someone must have kidnapped him, some crazy killer had her boy, and she wasn't about to let that person separate her and the only person she had left in the world. As she drove wildly, her her hands clenched on the steering wheel to stop their horrible shaking and she didn't even bother trying to wipe the tears from her face. They just kept coming, stinging her face with their heat. Miranda didn't stop driving, no. She already had a full tank of gas and the drive wasn't too far. It was dark now, and Miranda had only sped up since she had left her house. The road was wet from a recent rain. She paid it no mind, which was a stupid thing to do. All she could think about was her son.
The love of a mother, the love of a mother so devoted to her child like Miranda was, was irrational. Sane people had their limits, even when a child was involved. Miranda was a person who loved unconditionally, without fear, and would do anything for a person she cared about, even if it meant jumping straight into the fires of hell to save them. She had wanted a child for so long, and she had gotten one. Was God so cruel as to take away the love of her son, the only love she had left? Sometimes it seemed to Miranda as if God doubled as an angel and a demon at different intervals. If God's will was to have her son taken from her, then Miranda was going to do whatever it took to get her son back.
The turn off to Silent Hill was in sight. She revved her engine and put the petal to the metal, as insane was her actions were. She shouldn't have been surprised that when she rounded a bend to get into the town too fast that she lost control of her car. She still screamed and attempted to right herself, though her actions only made the situation worse. She thanked the heavens that her seatbelt remained in tact, because it was a bumpy right. Miranda was slammed into the back of her seat, bashing the back of her head badly and rendering her unconscious. Her limp body lolled sickeningly as the car lurched and rolled a few times before coming to a halt on it's side, right in front of the 'Welcome to Silent Hill' sign.
The sign might as well have said 'Welcome to Hell, Miranda Baker." That's where she was. She was going to get to trek through hell and back for her son. That is, if she didn't die before she was able to ever see him again.
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- ”I swear officer, I only had one half-glass of wine,”
”Please step out of the car.”
”Listen, I have a kid at home with a babysitter – “
”Sir, please step out of the car.”
”I promise I’m an upstanding citizen officer,”
”Sir, I’m not going to ask you again.”
”Officer,”
She’d had enough. She reached a half-gloved hand in, unlocking the door and forcing it open, more than a little miffed that this was happening. He protested as the door was flung and she reached a hand in to grab his nice little tie. It provided a good yank point. Stupid men, she thought, her face looking stone still and unreal behind the sunglasses. Her green eyes were covered and her blonde hair was hidden by the helmet. Her close-fitting clothes would have had an appeal of sensuality if it wasn’t for the fact that there was a gun, a baton, and handcuffs that she was not afraid to use clipped to the side. Not to mention she always made an effort to carry extra bullets.
The drunk-driving high-roller was protesting and swearing, calling her a b***h and raving while she handcuffed him, using her radio to call in some backup. But only after she’d detained him, of course. She wasn’t about to call in the men when she didn’t have him taken care of because then they would think she was weak, and if there was one think Jackie Kingsman, the half-Brazilian police officer was, it was weak. She had a strong, muscular body and an even stronger will. There was nothing that feared her and ticketing or arresting a drunk driver was only all in another day’s work.
Jackie always wanted to be a police officer. She was the only daughter of a single man who’s wife had died giving birth to her. Which was probably why she didn’t want any children for herself. Her father had probably always wanted to have a little son, but tried to do best with the daughter he was given instead. Jackie did everything boys did just to make him happy. Played catch, went to football games, played sports and dared people to eat worms. He seemed content at least with that. A daughter who never complained about womanly things and never gave him trouble talking about boys or having hissy fits. She was a tough, masculine child.
He didn’t complain when she dressed only in tight-fitted t-shirts and ripped up jeans and also didn’t seem to object when she wore a tux to her sophomore year homecoming, going dateless in a group of guys who teased her that she wore the vest better than they did. But Jackie never wanted to bother him with the problems and conflict in her life because he wasn’t the one who wanted to know. So by the time she was sixteen she was fully aware that she would never be romantically interested in a man, and kept it to herself. She had a date for Prom so he could take pictures but the sex talk before they went out was completely unneeded. So she went to the police academy and became an officer.
She was standing with a strong stance and her hands on her hips when her backup, Officer Gomez arrived. ”Hey, Kingsman.” She nodded. ”Take this one back for me? DUI. Alcohol level of .10.” He nodded. ”Will do, Jackie.” She arched an invisible eyebrow behind her glasses and shook her head. ”That’s Officer Kingsman to you. Thanks for coming.” He nodded and took the report from her. Right at that moment the radio sparked to life. Both of the officers looked down at their belts as it crackled and sparked, Jackie grabbing hers quickly.
”A crash was reported via onstar near Silent Hill across the barricades. We need someone to check for any possible victims.”
Jackie immediately clicked. ”This is Officer Kingsman, I am close to the location and will investigate and call backup or medical aid if necessary.” She walked quickly over to her motorcycle, kicking it to life. Silent Hill was supposed to be entirely closed off after the horrible fire not too long ago but long enough for people not to remember it’s terror. But she wasn’t scared – she wasn’t scared of anything. So while others were suspicious of the horror stories they heard about Silent Hill, including the last three people that were known to go in there. Cybil, Rose, and Rose’s daughter. She figured it was all a myth anyways.
She drove through the night until she got to the site of the crash, put off by the distinct creepy feeling that pervaded her. She overrode it. No fear. She drove up the road until she saw signs of a crash, slowing down and turning off the engine of her bike. The Welcome to Silent Hill sign didn’t settle well with her and she proceeded with caution, pulling out her gun as she made her way through the ash-ridden street until she saw the figure of a woman. Keeping her hand on her gun, she called out. ”Ma’am? Are you okay?”
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- She drifted in and out of consciousness like a piece of ash blown by the wind, drifting here and there. She woke up a few times, little blips in her memory that showed a gray world outside of her window, before unconsciousness once again darkened her eyesight. Her mind plagued her with visions of scribbles on walls and horrible drawings. She saw rain, fire, blood. She saw her Joshua on a dusty floor, crying out for her. She saw strangers taking her baby away. She saw her son's green eyes staring lifelessly up to the heavens, mouth opened in an eternal scream.
Miranda's dark brown eyes suddenly flew open, brought to awareness as if someone had just put a bucket of ice down the back of her shirt. Miranda let out a soft groan and squeezed her eyes shut for a moment, waiting for the darkness to take her again. When she didn't slip back into unconsciousness, she blinked her eyes open again, taking a moment to try and organize her, at the moment, non-existent thoughts. However, it was fair to say that she had a right to be a little dazed. After all, she had just been in a bad crash, whether she knew it or not. Her body was twisted in a most uncomfortable position, the seat belt tight against her body, holding her back against the seat. "s**t," she muttered as she jostled herself a little, attempting to loosen the seat belt. She sighed exasperatedly. This unexpected twist had seriously slowed her down. Even as she struggled to get out of the confines of her seat belt, pain shooting through every part of her body as she worked to get the seat belt to release, she knew that the delay was costing her precious minutes, seconds that she should be spending trying to find her son.
Despite pain that caused her to cry out in many instances, Miranda finally got the seat belt off her, and went crashing down onto the wheel, wincing as she did so. She wasn't exactly sure how she had flipped the car, and decided that she didn't want to know. She somehow got the door open and practically threw herself out, landing on the hard ground with a sickening thud. Tears sprang to her eyes and she clamped a hand over her mouth to stifle a slightly loud cry. "Oh, God..." Miranda whimpered quietly as she took long, deep breaths and slowly moved various parts of her body. After a while, she decided that nothing was broken, but everything was bruised. She slowly pushed herself into a sitting position, wiping stray tears from her cheeks. She wasn't bleeding anywhere, thank God. But she hurt, and dreaded the thought of getting to her feet. For Joshua.... Do it for Josh, she thought to herself. She needed to find her son, and she wouldn't be able to do that lying on the ground. She blinked as what she first identified as snow fell onto her cheeks and near her eyes. When she lifted a hand to feel it, on her fingers came back not water, but ash.
Somehow, with lots of cursing and pain, Miranda got to her feet. She brushed off her skirt that reached to her knees and fixed her plain white, long sleeved blouse and shrugged her jacket back into place. She wobbled her way forward, passing the welcome sign, and entering Silent Hill. It was named well. The silence was almost unbearable, and the night was growing darker and darker. Panic was beginning to set in as she walked, pace increasing with every few minutes, down what had to be the main street of the ghost town. Through her own panic, she hadn't heard the motorcycle approach yet. She looked around frantically for any sign of her boy, her chest rising up and down quicker than before. "JOSHUA!" She yelled loudly, which probably wasn't the smartest idea. She, of course, didn't know about any of that yet, however. Miranda cringed at her own voice, as if she didn't expect it to come out so loudly, piercing the silence after who knows how long. She had stopped in the middle of the road, turning here and there and trying to catch any glimpses of her son after she had yelled. After a moment of nothing, she opened her mouth to scream out her son's name again, but was stopped.
"Ma'am? Are you okay?" The other unexpected voice made Miranda jump and let out the breath she had taken in a surprised yell. She turned towards the voice, and took a hurried step back, which jarred her bruised body in an uncomfortable way. The first, very rational, thought in her head was to turn and run for her life. It wasn't the best idea because one, she wouldn't get far in the condition she was. Two, the woman walking towards her had a gun. Three, the woman walking towards her was a cop. Four, the woman walking towards her was a cop that could easily overpower her, it seemed. So, that was out. She stood stock still, looking at the gun that the woman held warily, waiting to feel a bullet pierce her skin. When the killing shot did not come, Miranda took a deep breath, shaking now, and cursing this woman in her mind for delaying her search.
"I'm–" Her first reaction was to say that she was fine. That would be a lie, however. She ran a preoccupied hand through her hair and shook her head. "I'm not okay." She ran her hand down her face and talked around the lump forming in her throat. "My son. My son is missing." she began, knowing exactly how crazy she was going to sound. She pushed on, however. She took out the picture of her son and showed it to the police officer. "I came home and he wasn't there. All I know is that he's here, and I have to find him. I'm afraid he's been kidnapped. I'm afraid he's hurt," she swallowed thickly and fished out her phone, thankfully unharmed by the crash, and flipped through it until she came to the pictures. She had taken one of Josh's room, the awful drawings of monsters and blood and fire and the grotesque writing of 'Silent Hill' in red and black. "Someone wrote on his walls... I don't know... But they..." She had no words to explain it, so she just held out the phone to the stranger and put a hand to her forehead, swallowing back the sobs of panic and worry that threatened to overtake her. She couldn't be weak, her son needed her. And right now, Miranda needed help.
She still didn't know if the woman was friend or foe. She hadn't done anything to harm Miranda yet, but she didn't know if she would help her. When the phone and photo was handed back to her, Miranda pocketed them. "I need to find my son. I don't know who you are and if you're here to help, but I need to look for him. I'm not going to be delayed any longer." With that, she turned away from the stranger, and again that wasn't the smart thing to do. A bullet could easily embed itself in her back as she walked away. If she had any sense, she would have not turned her back on the stranger. All her thoughts were centered on her son, however, and she jogged away, trying to ignore the pain jolting in her legs. The sound of her knee high practical boots were the only thing she could, and her own voice as she slowed to a walk. "JOSHUA!" She paused a moment, and ceased to walk, glancing around. "Where are you?"
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- "I'm not okay."
Damnit. Jackie loved women more than she was supposed to but she wasn't good in emotional situations and this woman was screaming insensibility at the moment. But she lowered her gun, even though she still kept an eye on the woman, and the gun tightly gripped in her hand. "Can you tell me what's wrong?" "My son. My son is missing. I came home and he wasn't there. All I know is that he's here, and I have to find him. I'm afraid he's been kidnapped. I'm afraid he's hurt," Now Jackie was feeling a bit bad for the woman, and lowered her gun completely, putting it in the holster before stepping closer. She took off her sunglasses and looked at the phone.
Although she would never reveal it, she was thoroughly disturbed by the images. Violent, prominent symbols and writings that looked as if they were trying to cut through the walls and paper to something deeper. "Someone wrote on his walls... I don't know... But they..." Jackie wasn't sure what to do as the woman seemed to struggle to put herself back together. Jackie didn't have children - she never would if the law could help it. But she did feel sorry. They said nothing was stronger than a woman's love for her child. Jackie was snapped out of her mental reverie as the woman began to talk again. "I need to find my son. I don't know who you are and if you're here to help, but I need to look for him. I'm not going to be delayed any longer." She then walked off, shouting.
Jackie was a sensible person. And the sensible, logical part that told her yelling could find the kid was overrode by her innate sense of survival which was telling her that something bad was going to happen. She ran forward to catch up with the woman. "Ma'am, shouting is not a good idea." She searched for an excuse. "If he's been kidnapped, we don't want to let on to the offenders that we're looking for him. I am Officer Kingsman, but you can call me Jackie." She breathed out. There was something unsettling about their location and she couldn't exactly point out what. But something was not right. Something bad had happened in Silent Hill and it had never recovered. It couldn't have been more than thirty years ago that some other people who had visited had gone missing, never found again.
She walked with the woman down the street and kept on the lookout, her eyes roving over the ash-filled streets. "Why is there so much of this ash?" she wondered outloud, feeling it seep into her hair and skin and in every breath she drew. The gray fog seemed to permeate the very molecules of the town. "There's some bad s**t around here," she said, wondering what had cast a dark spell. Jackie wasn't generally superstitious but she had goose bumps that weren't going away, that were making her uncomfortable and as if something was lurking, crawling underneath the very surface of her skin. She was tense, walking slowly but surely, her eyes going over every detail.
WEOOOOOOOOOO. WEOOOOOOOOOO. WEOOOOOOOOOO.
Jackie nearly jumped when the siren went off. She instinctly grabbed her gun, making sure the other cartridges were on her belt. Something wasn't right. Everything had seemed empty until then, but if a siren went off - that was usually a warning. All sirens were warnings. The food was ready, or to get out of the way because an ambulance was coming. A fire drill. A siren meant something was happening. And she didn't like it. After the siren ended it was still. Very still. But the air was alive, and tense, and so thick that it was stifling. She didn't want to speak but she pulled the mother close to her, and said "Don't speak.", raising the gun, looking around, ready to move at any sign of danger. They were completely exposed in the middle of nowhere.
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- Ah, so the cop was going to come along. For some reason, that didn't make Miranda feel any better whatsoever. Her eyes drifted to the other woman as she spoke, getting ready to give her the perfected 'I am the mother' glare. "If he's been kidnapped, we don't want to let on to the offenders that we're looking for him." That was a good point, one that Miranda could understand. She nodded, keeping her mouth shut and repeating the words that the officer, Jackie Kingsman as she had just introduced herself as, had said. Sure, it was a logical reason not to shout and scream like Miranda so desperately wanted to do. But there was a pressure building inside of her and she felt like if she didn't do something, she was going to burst.
"Miranda Baker," she said as her own introduction, eyes never leaving the gray world ahead of her. She was glad that the other woman didn't seem to be quite talkative, since Miranda herself wasn't keen to be chatty at the moment. Had it been any other time, she would have tried to ease the tension with some inane chatter that usually put people at ease. They walked in the quiet street, side by side, Miranda looking on one side of the street, and presumably Jackie was looking on the other. At one point, she could have sworn that she saw a figure move in one of the alleys, but before she could even think of taking off to go look, Jackie interrupted her thoughts with a comment on the ash. "I don't know... The website I looked on didn't say anything about the ash." Of course, she hadn't taken the time to look over every detail that the website had on it.
The other woman made another comment, but Miranda was busy focusing on everything else to bother with listening. The town looked like one day all the people of Silent Hill decided to pack up, move out, and not look back once. Cars were parked in front of stores, some bicycles were thrown carelessly on the ground. "I wonder what happened here." She voiced her thoughts aloud and frowned. Something about this whole situation just didn't sit with her well. She slowed her pace more and more as goosebumps raised on her own arms. The gray ash swirled around then as they stirred the air with their slow, steady pace down the street. Miranda wanted to yell, run, do anything to distract her from the silence that was thickening with every passing second, until it suddenly shattered like glass when the loud siren suddenly blared. Miranda gasped and jumped, wheeling around to pinpoint the source of the sound. She almost expected people to come running down the street and a fire engine to come racing down the street. But none of that happened.
Instead, it just got darker. By the time the siren stopped, Miranda could barely see the end of the street that they were walking on. The air quivered with the aftermath of the siren's loud racket, and felt charged with something that hadn't been there before. Her heart rate sped up and her breathing accelerated as the officer pulled her close and hissed at her to stay quiet. Miranda obeyed, mostly because she couldn't find anything to say. However, she did presume that they were still walking. With quiet footsteps, Miranda walked on, frowning. Something is different, she thought to herself. Not only was it darker, something about the buildings seemed different, almost darker than they were before. She looked up to the sky, and what was once gray was almost completely black now. Every once and a while, Miranda thought she saw a bit of movement here and there in the silent street. Ash still swirled, but something that felt like rain was dropping on them as well.
For some time they walked in silence, Miranda's pace just a bit faster than Jackie's. The unease was steadily getting greater, and Miranda felt like they should go into one of the buildings to wait and see if this odd darkness would pass. Only their footsteps were heard, until suddenly there was a loud bang. At first, Miranda thought Jackie had fired her gun off, but when she looked around, she found that she had lost sight of the officer. Had she wandered that far off? Plus, Miranda had no light. She could barely see anything through the thick darkness. "Oh, no," she muttered to herself as she wheeled around. She caught sight of a door closing on one of the buildings and a woman's figure taking off down one of the side streets. Mistaking that figure for her companion, Miranda ran after the woman. "H-hey, hey, wait! Jackie!" She had obviously forgotten the 'no talking' rule. The woman stopped and turned, and Miranda was able to see that she wasn't Jackie. She looked like a woman in her forties or fifties, dressed kind of strangely, and looking frightened. Miranda kept going towards her. So there were people in this ghost town! Maybe this stranger could help. Maybe she knew what was going on, and could help them find some shelter once Miranda found Jackie again.
But the stranger looked at Miranda like she was a ghost and took off again. Confused, Miranda pursued, following the woman down the winding and dark alley. Not the brightest idea. Out of breath, she stopped running and bent over, putting her hands on her knees and gasping. The silence that followed didn't last for long. Miranda snapped upright when terrified screaming started from down the alley. She could hear a sort of growling sound, awful crunching sounds, and almost inhuman dying gurgles from the unknown source. Against all screaming in her mind to turn and run, Miranda advanced slowly, sticking close to the wall. She peeked around a corner that the woman had disappeared around and was met with a vomit-worthy sight. The first thing her eyes were drawn to was the blood covering the whole ground and walls. Miranda's mouth gaped. "A-ah..." Unintelligible sounds escaped her lips as she struggled not to scream, especially when she caught sight of the thing that had caused all the blood.
It was huge, its shoulder probably reaching Miranda's full height. Whatever it was, it was on four legs, and looked almost canine. Ripped, dead skin littered the outside of the thing. She could see the inside of it, which was most disturbing. It was red and dripping and disgusting and awful and terrified her. Its face was horrifying, mismatched and twisted. Completely black eyes swiveled to catch sight of Miranda. Vicious big, sharp teeth bared and Miranda caught sight of another human's remains, probably the woman who Miranda was pursuing. It stepped towards Miranda, and she took off running the opposite way, finally. She could hear its growl and when it began to chase her, she couldn't help but let out a scream as she pushed her legs faster, faster, faster. It was easily gaining on her, and not only one, but when Miranda looked behind her, another was joining. There were more than one? "s**t!" Faster, faster, faster. Thud. Miranda tripped on a piece of debris and went sprawling to the ground, skinning her legs, palms, and probably damaging her face. The things, whatever they were, were coming up to her, baring their awful bloodstained teeth and looking at her with those twisted faces. She could hear them dripping, growling, breathing.
Miranda screamed again and searched quickly for anything she could fend them off with. There was nothing. All there was in the alley was a dumpster. Well, Miranda wasn't going to complain. Desperate, she crawled on her hands and knees and dove underneath the blessed dumpster, banging her head quite badly on the way under. Jarred and scared to death, she put her hands over her head and stayed curled up in a pitiful ball as the monsters jostled the dumpster and growled and howled in their awful way. Miranda was sobbing, screaming, doing anything any scared person would do in her situation. Her hand grasped at her cross necklace, her only solace at the moment, and prayed to God that He would have some mercy on her and spare her this one time.
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Officer Jackie Kingsman
Jackie's nerves were so tense, she felt as if she were ready to snap, to shatter the tension and she kept an eye on Miranda, the woman, as she made sure to stay calm. She needed to make sure the civiian was safe and out of harm's way but there was no telling what her 'motherly instinct' would cause her to do. As it darkened, Jackie took off her sunglasses, pocketing them, her green eyes checkng the surroundings. She still had her helmet on, and would have taken it off too if it wouldn't have taken too much time. She needed to be ready to spring at any time. She stayed a few feet behind Miranda, trying to get a thorough look at wherever they were.
The darkness seemed to swallow them whole, unforgivingly. It was sinister, and potent. While she was peering into a dark abyss that seemed to stare back at her in the night, she heard Miranda give a shout. The woman's call made Jackie react quickly. "H-hey, hey, wait! Jackie!" "Stop!" Jackie hissed, "I'm right here!" But she didn't hear. "Stupid b***h," Jackie muttered under her breath. The woman was fast, and Jackie had to pocket her gun to run after her. She had no idea what was going through the crazy woman's head. This was not the place to be making rash decisions. This doesn't feel right. Jackie's intuition had evolved from a hornet's nest in the base of her skull to a full-on siren reminiscent of the one they'd just heard.
She dashed, trying to follow Miranda, to figure out what she was doing. [********] she said, cursing her luck. She was screwed. Miranda had dissappeared into thin air. She'd tried going through the doors but completely lost the young mother. [********] she said again, cursing herself for not being more aware of Miranda. She'd been too hung up on the surroundings, which were still creeping her out. She closed her eyes momentarily to try and think of the best course of action when she heard a scream. She pulled out he gun again and followed where she had heard it, swiftly but carefully. It had sounded unfamiliar and there was something else... there had been... crunching? That was all she could describe it as. Awful, horrifying. It wasn't something she wanted to find out the source of but would if necessary.
Then there was the second scream. And it was definitely Miranda's. Without letting out a cry Jackie sprinted, adrenaline coursing through every fiber of her being. Her legs pumped beneath her until she came to where there was an alley and she stopped dead. For a split second she took in the sight - rabid dog-like creatures that were aggressively attacking a dumpster where she was pretty sure she saw Miranda's shoe sticking out from. Act first think later went through her head and she aimed her gun at the creatures and without a second thought she took a strong stance, aimed, and fired the first shot, hitting one of the creatures square between the shoulder blades.
There was a soul-piercing howl and then all of the creatures turned towards her. She was faced with three humongous, distorted demons from hell, as if Cerberus had been slashed up in an attempt to free his three heads. She was determined, though. No fear. As they started to head towards her she fired off another round of shots from the same position before running out of bullets and needing to replace her cartridge. She had distracted them though, and Miranda would be safe. She took off running, the 'dogs' quickly behind her. The fight-or-flight response was currently keeping her alive but it would take more than her physical fitness to keep her going. She needed to use her wits as well. She quickly ran, dodging, and trying to replace the bullets. She could hear them behind her - growling deep in their mangled throats, horrifying sounds coming from the blood bubbles that were embedded in there.
She saw her opportunity. There were boxes scattered around on the side of the alleyway as well as a fire escape, although they seemed to be strangely worn away, as if the very walls were peeling away because of the sheer evil that permeated the place. In a fluid, physically strenuous movement she leapt onto the boxes and onto the fire escape, kicking over the boxes and hanging on for her life, shooting at the dogs. One of them finally fell but the other two were jumping up, trying to grab at her. One had bitten her foot and she felt immense pain go through her. "Get away you ********] She said, shooting the one on her foot right between the mishappen eyes. It felt and she was faced with one last one, trying to kick it and fight against it but her grip was starting to slip. "I am not going to die!" She growled back at it, her heart beating impossibly fast and her eyes almost as crazy as the dog's.
And then, just like that, they were gone.
The corpses fell away into smokiness and the walls seemed to 'put themselves back together'. She could only hang there in awe as the darkness became less severe, instead just the calm of night. Her heart was beating and she was panting, and her green eyes, dilated inhumanly in the excitement, contracted slightly. Her lips fell into an 'o' shape as she watched the phenomenon before her. It didn't make any sense. She felt like she'd just endured hell and then... nothing. She let herself fall down, letting go and hitting the ground with a thud that agitated her ankle. She ignored the pain, walking quickly to the alley where the dumpster had been. "Miranda!" she called out, pulling off her helmet, her short bright-blonde hair wet from sweat. She tried to calm herself down, figuring out what the hell had just happened. "Miranda! They're... they're gone..."
pardon the pun
- "Miranda! They're... They're gone..." Miranda's eyes blinked open almost sleepily and she removed her hands from their place over her ears. Her mind was fuzzy, and she didn't have any memory of what had just happened, or why exactly she was under a dumpster, making friends with all sorts of creepy crawly insects. She paused for a moment more, wracking her harried and tired brain. "Uh..." She couldn't even place a name to the voice that had called out her name for another minute. All of a sudden, her brain broke through the cobwebs of incomprehension and it all came flooding back.
Josh was missing. She was in Silent Hill. There was a cop with her. There were monsters. She had almost gotten killed by one of them...
And now they were gone? That meant that it was safe to come out. ... Right?
Miranda groaned and rolled out from under the dumpster and got unsteadily to her feet, swaying as her head spun. Her hands immediately went to her head and felt a bump from where she had accidentally bashed up against the cold metal. "Oh, ouch..." She muttered, and then looked at her companion. Jackie looked like she was in worse shape than Miranda was. Wide brown eyes widened even more, giving Miranda the look of a scared and lost puppy. "That was... That... What just... Happened?" Her head was spinning again and she ran a hand through her mussed hair, blinking and really trying to get some sort of logic out of her thoughts.
She was torn between seeing if Jackie was okay and running off to find Josh. What if one of those... Whatever they were had gotten to him already? Miranda would never be able to live with herself... No, if her son was dead, she would not be able to go on living, that was for sure. She was trembling, still in shock and unable to really organize her thoughts.
"Are you...? We've got to find Josh. You need help. We need help. There was someone!" Right. She remembered what she had seen before the monster things had chased her. "I thought she was you. But she wasn't. She was a human! A real person. But they... Uh." She felt sick to her stomach as she remembered the dying scream and all the blood she had seen. "That's not the point! There might be other people here. It's possible. If there was one, there could be others. We should try to find them! They might be able to help. What if they've seen Josh...?" Her brown eyes widened even more and a little ray of hope shone in her expression. Though it wasn't probable, it was possible and Miranda was willing to jump at any clue that would lead her to finding her son.
Miranda paced away from Jackie, then paced back, obviously conflicted and unable to make a decision. "I... I don't know... What do you think we should do?" The woman was a cop, she had to have some idea of what to do!
But before Jackie had a chance to voice her opinions, or Miranda didn't hear them if she had, a figure passed by the little alley they were in. From the brief glance she saw that he had dark hair and was tall. He was running past, and Miranda couldn't help but act on the impulse to run after him. "Hey!" She called and then sprinted out after the man who was way down the street by now. She didn't hear, or accidentally ignored any protests from Jackie. Miranda was a woman of innocent faults. One was that she got distracted easily, but once distracted she couldn't be pulled away from it. This was, obviously, one of those times. You would think she would have learned her lesson of not to run after strangers from the woman she had seen earlier, but she was an impulsive woman. It really wasn't her fault.
Her legs ached and her lungs ached, but she kept on sprinting and soon the man was in sight again. He was running up a lot of steps that led to a church. Miranda slowed her pace, gasping for breath as she saw him disappear inside. She walked to the steps and collapsed there, breathing heavily and clutching at her cross. Just... Keep... Breathing... She would stay there until she got enough energy to walk up the steps. No matter how slight, there was hope in this little escapade, but there would probably be hell to pay for just running off.
Again.