Silent Hill: Thanatos (Based on my LBP levels : P)

[Deadly Toxicity]

Introduction Post:

I've been meaning to do a novelization of the Little Big Planet levels I made, based on Silent Hill. The main character's name isn't mentioned in the levels, so I'm going to borrow one from somebody I know, and may change it at any time.

Summary:

To be added... 3nodding

Next Chapter should be done: today.

(I guess leave this blank space for further information I may include later.)

I suppose I'll make each post a chapter.  

[Deadly Toxicity]

Chapter 1:

Cold, early-morning wind made the roadside trees shiver. A lone person walked parallel to the guardrail. He remained nearly pinned to it as he walked and waited for someone to pass. His shaking hand slid along the surface of the railing as he tried to remain upright. If someone in town were to ask, he wouldn’t even know how to describe it. The radio had been playing, and he had been nearing the intersection when everything went dark.

There wasn’t anyone else in his car, or any sign of anyone in the other. Most of the damage was from when he spun and struck the Cliffside. After climbing over the seat and forcing the backdoor open, he had started to make his way. His leg ached, but the cold air had helped to distract him.
From the glove box he had taken a flashlight and his cell-phone. He had no need for a map. Seventeen years of living in the area provided him with a mental roadmap. Upon checking, he found that there wasn’t a strong enough signal to call anyone.

“Maybe this night would have been better if I’d stayed at that party,” he thought.

With a sigh, he let go of the railing and began to jog towards town. The flashlight left a bouncing circle of light ahead of him as he jogged. Music from the radio played over in his mind as he passed under a lamp. Despite visiting the town often since moving to Brahms, he felt uneasy. There was history in the town, and he didn’t want to think about it.

Turning off from the main road, he continued down a small street that led directly into the town. His transition was met with a wall of abandoned buildings. Newspapers coated the insides of windows, with weathered boards plastered across locked doors. Signs of ‘No Trespassing’ decorated nearly every surface.

He weaved between idle traffic cones and passed through a wide doorway and into a covered bridge. Trash cluttered the floor, and the walls reeked of fire. It was still better than wading through the canal below. The quiet morning was met with a violent screech as he pushed open a gate and stepped out onto the street.

From where he stood, he couldn’t see farther than twelve feet. A heavy blanket of fog muffled the sounds of far-away birds as he began to walk along the sidewalk.

“I hate this kind of weather,” he muttered. He was used to waking up and staring at the fog that seeped from the shoreline of Toluca Lake. There was no need to wonder why the town would need such a powerful lighthouse.

As he walked deeper into the fog, the birds went silent. Soon, the only sound was caused by his shoes. He would have liked to have someone walking with him. Maybe then he wouldn’t be so worried of being the only person in the city. It was too quiet for his liking, but perhaps that was why people enjoyed vacationing here.

Soon, his fears of being alone were erased. He could make out the shadow of someone walking across the street. Even if it was a stranger out for a morning walk, it was better than not seeing anyone, he thought.

He quickly slipped the phone from his pocket and checked the screen. There was no signal, and the battery would soon be drained.
“Excuse me? Sir? Do you know of a phone I could use quickly? I need to_”

He froze as the person turned to look at him. The creature’s arms appeared to be melted into its side. There was only a dark hole for a face, and he could hear scratchy, unidentifiable words being whispered. The figure shifted its weight to a crooked, mangled leg as it exhaled a dark cloud.

Their distance made the effect minimal, but he still stumbled back with his face covered. Before it could do anything further, he ran past it and into an alleyway. Something shifted underneath the van ahead of him but he ignored it as he blindly ran forward.

Static and jumbled voices emitted from his phone as he jumped over trash bags and kicked bottles out of his way. Shadows flashed by overhead as he slowed his pace and began to cough violently. He didn’t need to look up to know they weren’t normal birds.

After regaining his breath, he stepped out onto another street and began a steady walk across the town. A pounding headache could be felt throughout his body. During his walk, he noticed several street signs.

“Great. I’m on the wrong side of the lake.”

He continued further, with a course set on the closest hospital. It wasn’t Alchemilla, but he was positive that there would be someone there. Tall, white walls prevented him from seeing the building until he stood at the front steps. The doors were propped open, so he walked through the front yard and into the lobby.

The chairs and magazine tables at the entrance looked as if they hadn’t been touched in years. A bulletin board above them was overflowing with notices, fliers, and other colorful memos. At the reception desk he rang the bell and waited patiently. Minutes passed with no reply, and he tried again to get someone’s attention.

“Is anyone in there?”

He tried to open the door, but the handle wouldn’t even turn. Nothing happened when he knocked on the door, so he left it and started off down the hallway. Stretchers and hospital beds blocked a few doorways, and whenever he tried to open a door, the lock appeared to be broken or jammed.

The only door that he could open led to the stairwell. As the door closed behind him, an intercom above the doorway burst into static.

“Doc……plea…..to….ond…fl…oom S-11.”

He quickly ascended the two flights of cement steps and passed into the second floor patient hallway. No lights or windows were visible in the hallway. Scratching could be heard from the other side of the wall. At the end of the hallway he stepped into another stairwell and quickly ascended it. The dimly-lit area slowly grew darker as he neared the top.

The door creaked open to show a large, rectangular roof. He could see something on the far side, but there were no lights and the entire sky had gone dark. Beyond the sturdy chain link fence, he could see nothing. A large painted switch jutted out from the wall near the doorway. Peeling paint slipped over his hands as he tugged the lever. After a few seconds of hesitation, the switch snapped down. With a buzz, five dim lamps illuminated spots on the rooftop. Three lights formed a curve around the stairwell entrance and what looked like a small shed. On the opposite side of the roof he could see two more lights, positioned above an elevator.

Between the lights was a twenty-five foot section of roof covered in darkness. He dreaded trying to walk across, but aimed the flashlight low and started to walk across. After traveling five feet, a chill swept over the rooftop. A tall, dark shadow emerged from behind a corner and began to approach him. It was too dark to see if it had a face, and its figure blocked a significant portion of the light.

He paused momentarily to stare before running for the elevator. A large rusted object was being dragged behind the monster. The man made no attempt to look at what the shadow was holding as he bolted for the lights.

The sounds of heavy footsteps and metal scraping against cement followed him through the darkness. Luckily, he was faster, and reached the elevator in plenty of time. There were no buttons anywhere near the doors, and no object within reach that could be used to pry them open. He franticly pounded on the elevator as the footsteps stopped and everything went silent.

He was unable to turn around before a heavy bar of metal struck his right side. He flew to the side and into a weak section of the fence. He assumed it was weak, because it bent and screeched under the force. The shadow vanished as he fell backwards into the darkness.  

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Chapter 2:

Reserved. 3nodding  

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Chapter 3:

 

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Chapter 4:

 

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Chapter 5: