Silent Hill: Shattered Memories short story
Okay, so I've had this idea since last night when I was lying in bed thinking to myself. I'm just too excited for the new game, and I thought I'd write a short piece based off one of the videos released so far.
I can't believe people are still complaining about the ice replacing the rust. Ice is more fun to write for ^__^ The rust was just...there. Ice has more life to it. It's creepy.
Soo...this is just a moment of the "Otherworld" appearing, based off the third IGN walkthrough video. Non spoilery. Well, okay, since I used the video as a basis, the dialogue has been taken from there, but since we don't know what Cheryl says on the other end of the phone I just had to make my own shiznet up. So, yeah, maybe slightly spoilery. But who cares? XD They're not life-threatening spoilers.
It still needs more editing/stuff adding to it. But I'm pretty pleased with it. :D
EDIT: I really freakin' hate lj-cuts sometimes XDD They always mess with me for some reason XD
Cold As Ice
Harry Mason shoved the door open and came out once again to the snowy streets. It was as if the place had become a maze, the way he had to keep climbing over fences, going through buildings, up and down streets. It was becoming more than ridiculous. He just wanted to get home, was that too much to ask?
He still felt annoyed, angry, at how that stupid police woman didn’t seem to have an ounce of compassion within her. Didn’t she realize that his daughter was missing? A seven year old girl, out on her own on the freezing streets and at night of all times!
Not in her jurisdiction. Huh. What a load of bullshit.
But maybe she was right. Cheryl was smart, especially for a girl her age. It was possible that she could have gone straight home, expecting her father to go the same way. She knew that she would be safe there and out of the storm. Harry sighed and shivered in the cold air. He could only hope that Cheryl had chosen to do just that. If she was lost in the town with no way of contacting him…he didn’t know what he’d do.
Please, sweetie, he thought. Please be home.
Something wasn’t right. The whole town, it was…quiet. Understandable, due to the heavy snow, but why was it snowing at this time of year in the first place? Not to mention that it wasn’t even sticking to the ground. It didn’t make sense. Something was just…different. Harry pulled his jacket tighter around him in a feeble attempt to find some extra warmth. It was useless, however. No matter what he tried, he knew he wouldn’t be able to get warm unless he was home.
A tinny song suddenly shrilled from his jacket pocket. His phone, he realized. Harry reached in, fumbling for the device and pulled it out quickly, looking at the display.
555-4663
Incoming call:
HOME
Harry quickly accepted the call and pressed the phone against his ear. There was a lot of static, probably due to the storm, but he could hear his little girl on the other end. “Daddy?”
“Cheryl?” Despite the urge to stop walking to focus only on his daughter, Harry forced his feet to continue, his heart hammering in his chest. Have to get home, have to get home.
“Yeah. Daddy…”
He closed his eyes and let out a sigh of relief. “Sweetie. You’re okay? Are you at home?”
More static, more silence, more than he could bear, but it couldn’t have lasted more than a couple of seconds before Cheryl replied with, “Yes, Daddy. I’m home.”
Which way to Levin Street was it from here? God, he lived in this town, he should know the way home already! Why was his mind so blurry? “Sweetie,” Harry said, “wait there. Wait for me.”
The static sounded almost like a roar this time. He had to pull the phone slightly away just to stop his ear from hurting. He heard Cheryl speak on the other end. “No more. No more waiting.”
“What?” Harry stopped walking and frowned. What was she talking about? Was she talking to someone else? He concentrated, listening for sounds beyond the storm, the static, his little girl’s breathing. Was someone there with her? Could he hear mumbling? Oh god, Cheryl! “Is somebody with you?”
She didn’t reply.
Harry’s heart picked up in pace. “Cheryl! I’m coming to get you!” Still no reply. The static suddenly cut off, as if the call had ended, and he had to resist the urge to throw his phone to the ground in rage. “Damn it!”
Cheryl wasn’t alone. She wasn’t alone in that house. She wasn’t alone. Oh god. She could be in danger. Someone could hurt her.
What’s that noise?
Harry looked up at the dark street ahead of him. Something definitely wasn’t right this time. A chill ran over his skin and down his spine, raising goose bumps and little hairs. It wasn’t because of the snow.
Something moved further up the street. It seemed to be getting darker as the strange noise became louder. It came closer and closer to him, as if something was coming for him. It sounded like…
…like groaning metal.
Harry’s heart started pounding against his chest.
The noise became an almost deafening roar. He watched in horror as the streetlights bent and twisted out of shape, some of them falling over, blue, jagged ice curling around them with fervour. The ice crawled up to the buildings, covering them almost instantly, moving as if it had a mind of its own, as if it only had one need and that was to consume.
Harry clutched at his phone and flashlight tightly, taking a few steps backwards as the ice crawled along the road, freezing it completely, cracks like broken glass appearing. He wouldn’t be fast enough if he tried to run; the ice was moving at a deadly speed. It moved past him, running along buildings and cars like a poison. Car alarms went off.
And just as soon as the noise had started, it stopped. Harry watched as the ice continued travelling round the street corner, maintaining its destructive journey without fault or hesitation. Silence reigned over the street, broken only by the sound of his own heavy breathing and several car alarms.
Harry could only stare, his heart still pounding, his breathing still heavy, adrenaline rushing through his veins as fast as the ice had travelled.
What the fuck was that?
The phone in his hand let out a burst of static. It lasted only for a second, but in that moment, Harry Mason could have sworn that he heard his daughter’s voice, as chilling and haunting as the ice that had frozen the streets of Silent Hill.
“Yes," she said. "I’m home.”
I can't believe people are still complaining about the ice replacing the rust. Ice is more fun to write for ^__^ The rust was just...there. Ice has more life to it. It's creepy.
Soo...this is just a moment of the "Otherworld" appearing, based off the third IGN walkthrough video. Non spoilery. Well, okay, since I used the video as a basis, the dialogue has been taken from there, but since we don't know what Cheryl says on the other end of the phone I just had to make my own shiznet up. So, yeah, maybe slightly spoilery. But who cares? XD They're not life-threatening spoilers.
It still needs more editing/stuff adding to it. But I'm pretty pleased with it. :D
EDIT: I really freakin' hate lj-cuts sometimes XDD They always mess with me for some reason XD
Cold As Ice
Harry Mason shoved the door open and came out once again to the snowy streets. It was as if the place had become a maze, the way he had to keep climbing over fences, going through buildings, up and down streets. It was becoming more than ridiculous. He just wanted to get home, was that too much to ask?
He still felt annoyed, angry, at how that stupid police woman didn’t seem to have an ounce of compassion within her. Didn’t she realize that his daughter was missing? A seven year old girl, out on her own on the freezing streets and at night of all times!
Not in her jurisdiction. Huh. What a load of bullshit.
But maybe she was right. Cheryl was smart, especially for a girl her age. It was possible that she could have gone straight home, expecting her father to go the same way. She knew that she would be safe there and out of the storm. Harry sighed and shivered in the cold air. He could only hope that Cheryl had chosen to do just that. If she was lost in the town with no way of contacting him…he didn’t know what he’d do.
Please, sweetie, he thought. Please be home.
Something wasn’t right. The whole town, it was…quiet. Understandable, due to the heavy snow, but why was it snowing at this time of year in the first place? Not to mention that it wasn’t even sticking to the ground. It didn’t make sense. Something was just…different. Harry pulled his jacket tighter around him in a feeble attempt to find some extra warmth. It was useless, however. No matter what he tried, he knew he wouldn’t be able to get warm unless he was home.
A tinny song suddenly shrilled from his jacket pocket. His phone, he realized. Harry reached in, fumbling for the device and pulled it out quickly, looking at the display.
555-4663
Incoming call:
HOME
Harry quickly accepted the call and pressed the phone against his ear. There was a lot of static, probably due to the storm, but he could hear his little girl on the other end. “Daddy?”
“Cheryl?” Despite the urge to stop walking to focus only on his daughter, Harry forced his feet to continue, his heart hammering in his chest. Have to get home, have to get home.
“Yeah. Daddy…”
He closed his eyes and let out a sigh of relief. “Sweetie. You’re okay? Are you at home?”
More static, more silence, more than he could bear, but it couldn’t have lasted more than a couple of seconds before Cheryl replied with, “Yes, Daddy. I’m home.”
Which way to Levin Street was it from here? God, he lived in this town, he should know the way home already! Why was his mind so blurry? “Sweetie,” Harry said, “wait there. Wait for me.”
The static sounded almost like a roar this time. He had to pull the phone slightly away just to stop his ear from hurting. He heard Cheryl speak on the other end. “No more. No more waiting.”
“What?” Harry stopped walking and frowned. What was she talking about? Was she talking to someone else? He concentrated, listening for sounds beyond the storm, the static, his little girl’s breathing. Was someone there with her? Could he hear mumbling? Oh god, Cheryl! “Is somebody with you?”
She didn’t reply.
Harry’s heart picked up in pace. “Cheryl! I’m coming to get you!” Still no reply. The static suddenly cut off, as if the call had ended, and he had to resist the urge to throw his phone to the ground in rage. “Damn it!”
Cheryl wasn’t alone. She wasn’t alone in that house. She wasn’t alone. Oh god. She could be in danger. Someone could hurt her.
What’s that noise?
Harry looked up at the dark street ahead of him. Something definitely wasn’t right this time. A chill ran over his skin and down his spine, raising goose bumps and little hairs. It wasn’t because of the snow.
Something moved further up the street. It seemed to be getting darker as the strange noise became louder. It came closer and closer to him, as if something was coming for him. It sounded like…
…like groaning metal.
Harry’s heart started pounding against his chest.
The noise became an almost deafening roar. He watched in horror as the streetlights bent and twisted out of shape, some of them falling over, blue, jagged ice curling around them with fervour. The ice crawled up to the buildings, covering them almost instantly, moving as if it had a mind of its own, as if it only had one need and that was to consume.
Harry clutched at his phone and flashlight tightly, taking a few steps backwards as the ice crawled along the road, freezing it completely, cracks like broken glass appearing. He wouldn’t be fast enough if he tried to run; the ice was moving at a deadly speed. It moved past him, running along buildings and cars like a poison. Car alarms went off.
And just as soon as the noise had started, it stopped. Harry watched as the ice continued travelling round the street corner, maintaining its destructive journey without fault or hesitation. Silence reigned over the street, broken only by the sound of his own heavy breathing and several car alarms.
Harry could only stare, his heart still pounding, his breathing still heavy, adrenaline rushing through his veins as fast as the ice had travelled.
What the fuck was that?
The phone in his hand let out a burst of static. It lasted only for a second, but in that moment, Harry Mason could have sworn that he heard his daughter’s voice, as chilling and haunting as the ice that had frozen the streets of Silent Hill.
“Yes," she said. "I’m home.”