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Dark Descent	By : PyramidHead316 Category: +S through Z > Silent Hill Views: 8598 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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AN: I just edited this entire fic!, and now all the citations and references for all the game content in the chapters are in place as per the moderators' requests for it on here. Incidentally, it's exhausting working on this site. :P I hope someone appreciates my efforts, because I'd prefer it if the few reviews I get aren't only from moderators who are worried Konami's going to sue them over a mention of Clorox in the fic. I know the moderators are just looking out for us, but when the site you're working on has just destroyed the formatting for the previous 14 chapters, it's pretty tough to stay positive. It's depressing when the only reviews I get are from moderators who aren't even reading the fic in the first place, and are just scanning it looking for technical flaws, besides that one person who has stuck with this fic all along. Thank you, Angel! ;D So please, if you enjoy the fic, anyone out there who's reading, just say so. It could even be just a word or two, it doesn't have to be a full sentence, just say anything! The thrill of getting a new review from AFF has become a mixed blessing now, because it's almost always from a moderator. I'm not going to stop writing if I don't get any reviews, or anything like that, but I would just appreciate it if those who do enjoy the fic can at least get a word in, edgewise. Obviously those who don't enjoy the fic should just look elsewhere, since I know it's not for everyone. ;D (Believe me, I know.)
Yeah, I'm in a foul mood. That's what editing a fic non-stop with an uncooperative site will do to you. :P I'll go back to writing about Pyramid Head and work on the next chapter of the story, and get better, though.

Interlude – Holy One vs Executioner

The large, muscular figure approached ominously with its weapon in hand. Alessa backed away slowly. Even with her newfound rage flowing through her veins, the prospect of facing this foe was intimidating. The creature changed its appearance based on the person who was summoning it through their struggles, and for a person as powerful as her, supposedly, it had chosen the most muscular, biggest, most formidable form it could have possibly summoned. She knew there were some special forces soldiers who would have been obliterated by this thing, simply because those who were trained to deal with serious threats were often the strictest, most narrow minded people around. They were unable to adapt to new situations, and monsters like this took advantage and brutally tore them to shreds because of it. Alessa was used to dealing with things like this all her life, facing a vast array of supernatural threats, but this was still one creature that she had hoped would never come across her path, face to face. She was no soldier, nor a trained fighter of any sort, and the prospect of facing this hulking beast, with that huge knife, was intimidating on several levels, beyond anything she had experienced recently. She didn’t even want to imagine her mom and Cybil facing this thing alone, without any other assistance to support them. Claudia had hightailed it out of there. Clearly she was in no mood to risk Alessa killing her, by remaining in the area.
The creature took several steps, while Alessa backed away. There was a moment of tension, as the Executioner and she stared at each other across the yard, with her rival emanating a palpable air of malice, observing her like prey in a hunting clearing. She could feel how much the creature hated her, simply for being human like anyone else. Even though she couldn’t see the creature’s eyes through the helmet, the thought of its gaze being fixated on her disturbed Alessa immensely. And then the creature ran at her, charging forward easily with the huge knife in hand.
Alessa rolled out of the way to dodge the gigantic blade, which ended up buried in the ground. The creature struggled to pull it out; so forcefully it had struck out at its target.
Alessa shot several times at the creature, striking it in the body. She didn’t bother shooting at the helmet, knowing there was no point in attacking the metal. The creature grunted in pain, as each shot struck its target. The creature slid its blade out of the ground, as it readied its hulking frame for another assault. The creature charged at her, once again aiming its blade in a deadly arc at her.
Alessa backed out of the way, as the creature ran at her with surprising speed for its size. It slammed its knife into the ground, arcing the blade in a deadly swipe that narrowly missed her. Alessa switched to the handgun and fired, striking it in the chest repeatedly with multiple wounds. The creature roared in pain, reeling from the multiple wounds bursting on it. But the creature still would not relent. It kept coming at her, like a hunter intent on mercilessly demolishing its prey.
Alessa winced as an immense forearm knocked her to the ground, easily sending her flying several feet. She held her ribs, grunting in pain as she struggled to regain her bearings. Shit, that hurt. That thing was strong, probably stronger than anything else she had seen. And she had seen a lot. She needed to get up from here, before that creature got too up close. She couldn’t take much more of this.
Alessa rushed up to her feet, despite the shaky instance she experienced. The Executioner loomed before her, gripping its blade in a threatening manner. It pointed its blade in a gesture that clearly communicated its intent, and then it ran at her.
Alessa shot at it several times with her shotgun, and was amazed at how the creature seemed to run through the blasts with no pain felt whatsoever. It was almost like a bull charging in attack, intent on running over its prey. Were it not for her speed and her level of fitness, she would have fallen to this thing long ago. She shot at it several times with her shotgun, intent on bringing it down by any means necessary. Each blast connected, making a smoldering burnt hole on its victim. But the creature did not bulge, despite the wounds that would have killed another creature by now. Clearly it was made of something that allowed it to withstand such blasts. Or perhaps its healing factor was so advanced thanks to the god that created it, that its wounds healed almost instantly as soon as they were inflicted.
It was still a stalemate, and one side or the other had to give up eventually. But Alessa wasn’t ready to give up yet. She had to avenge her mom and Cybil, and there was no one else around to take this thing down. Not to mention, who knew how many other people it would go on to kill if it was allowed to roam loose on someone else’s whim.
She shot the thing with everything she had, calling on the fury she had to sustain her throughout this prolonged battle. The creature responded to the bullets, but they only appeared to marginally slow him down. And so it went. It was a game of wills. She would shoot at the creature with her weapons, the creature would come at her with its deadly blade, she would dodge the strikes from the knife, and the cycle would begin anew. The Executioner was formidable, but she had an advantage – the knife was heavy, unlike a spear, and it slowed it down from the speed it might otherwise have. Still, the being seemed inexhaustible, and appeared to draw on some limitless source of energy to keep it going no matter how many injuries she inflicted.
Alessa was getting discouraged. No matter what she did to it, the creature just would not fall down! She was getting tired, and she couldn’t continue to dodge the creature’s strikes forever. The creature showed no signs of slowing down. She shot at it over and over, but the wounds inflicted on it appeared to be superficial and had no effect on its ability to survive whatsoever. She had to think of something soon, or she was bait carved from the blade of that thing.
Unable to hit her with the sharp end of the knife, the creature tried another tactic. It slammed Alessa with the flat part of its knife, knocking the wind out of her as it sent her flying down to the ground. Alessa cried out in pain, holding her ribs as the blow reverberated all throughout her body.
Alessa struggled to get up, but failed. Her knees failed her, buckling under her from the strain of her injuries. The Executioner was regaining its own bearings, apparently surprised by the success of its own attack. She clutched her ribs and groaned in pain, as she lied there on the ground. The Executioner was still coming, walking toward her confidently with its blade.
“No…” Alessa tried to get up, but failed again. The Executioner took slow step after step in its intimidating stride, intent on finishing off its victim once and for all. She needed to get up, but her body just wasn’t cooperating despite how much energy she put into it.
“No…” she murmured tearfully. Her heart was racing. The monster wasn’t slowing down. She sensed her own death near, and to her surprise it left her cold, frightened. She was in a cold sweat, trembling all over. And the monster drew closer, sensing its own triumph drawing near.
The monster arched its knife back and aimed it at her with one hand, intent on striking her down in cold blood. Alessa saw her own death reflected in its blank exterior and the trembling increased to a maximum. The realization hit her full force, frightening her and leaving her cold. She was going to die.
“No!” Alessa screamed in fear, outrage, denial; every possible emotion. And then, something unexpected happened.
Instinctively she stretched out her hand, and an invisible force shot out towards the gigantic enemy.
The creature was sent flying as it was struck by the force, crumbling to the ground. Alessa watched in surprise as the creature got up, after being knocked down to the ground senseless. The impact of the force seemed to have hurt it, as though it was having some impact beyond just the physical impact.
Alessa struck out with her hand a second and a third time, sending out waves of invisible energy at the thing. The waves struck the being with hard force, leaving it reeling under the strain of the attacks. The creature stumbled under the waves of force, dropping down to one knee. The monster groaned in pain, and this time Alessa could see that it was physically hurt, as though it had been struck by all of Alessa’s rage, frustration, grief, and downright hatred of the situation. It appeared weakened now, and the aura of formidable invincibility around it was gone. Its movements were sluggish and raw. Alessa didn’t know what had happened, but she was going to take advantage of it for everything it was worth.
She shot again at the creature, again and again, pelting it with gunshot marks. The creature tried to reach her again, but this time Alessa was ready for it. Its movements were sluggish and weak, and were easily avoided. It was obvious the mysterious attacks had weakened it more than it appeared. Alessa shot it with a barrage of gunshots and shotgun blasts, taking advantage of the opening in the monster’s defense. She shot it in the chest, back, and legs, using up every last bullet she could. The monster wilted under the barrage, bleeding from many holes in its torso, showing the extent of how wounded it was. It gradually lost strength over several minutes, affected by every powerful shot, until it finally collapsed on the ground, sprawled out on the dirt across from its knife.
Alessa looked at the creature, writhing in pain on the ground. She felt so much hatred at this thing, so much pain and disgust, she could barely withhold it. But the resolution of this conflict was nearly at hand. She aimed her shotgun down at the creature. Gritting her teeth, she closed her eyes and pulled the trigger. After its long period of resistance, the creature stilled, felled by this final shotgun blast.
It was over. The Executioner was beaten, at last.

~

Alessa made her way back to the living room, following the blood trail from the yard. To her surprise, she was startled to see Douglas in the living room, looking over the remains of what had once been Police Officer Cybil Bennett and the blood pool splattered therein. Alessa’s face instantly took on an expression of rage. She could not describe the feelings she felt at seeing this interloper in her home, the disgust she suddenly felt furiously coursing through her veins.
“What are you doing here?!” Alessa ground out in a hard voice.
The old detective looked at her, with her finally catching his attention. “I…I came to see if everything was all right over here,” Douglas said uncertainly, shrugging his shoulders softly. He knew how callous his words sounded.
A sigh of disgust. “Great. You’ve uncovered my secret and destroyed my family, just like your employer wanted. Are you happy now?” Alessa said sarcastically. She couldn’t really help the venom that slipped into her voice.
Wince. “Calm down, I –” Douglas started, only to stop.
“Calm down?! My mother is dead! She’s been murdered!” Alessa screamed, exploding in anger at his insensitivity! “There isn’t even enough of her left to bury! My aunt’s been murdered too, and my father is missing! When the hell am I supposed to calm down?” she questioned, with his seeming callousness having touched a nerve. She couldn’t believe he was being so casual about this. And her life! This was her life, and he was stomping all over it – had destroyed it through his own stupidity and unwillingness to check out a client before he took on a job.
“Get out! Get out!” Alessa said venomously, aiming the gun at him. She was too tired to fight anymore, but this would only take a pull of the trigger with her finger. “If it weren’t for you…”
“Listen, I…”
“Get out!” Alessa screamed. After everything he had done, if he took one step closer to her, she was going to shoot him. He deserved death.
Douglas looked at the young woman aiming the shotgun at him. He had known she was a formidable young woman before, but it was then that he truly realized what a determined young woman she was and how much she had suffered, and that she would kill him if he made any false moves. She was dangerous.
Douglas held up his hands in surrender. “If it’ll make you feel better, I will…” he said, answering carefully.
Alessa sighed, looking down from the old man. She knew it was not really his fault – he had been manipulated by Claudia, and that she was taking her anger out on him. But that didn’t really change the fact that he was at least partly responsible for her parents’ deaths, as well as Cybil’s, and he was not to be trusted. What to do?
Alessa sighed as she slowly put down the gun. It just wasn’t worth it – not this time.

~

They stood in front of Cybil’s cloth covered body. Douglas had picked up Cybil’s body from the ground and laid her out on a bed in the guest room, sliding a clean white blanket over her. Douglas had also gathered the remains of what had once been Alessa’s mother, what little he could find, and covered them respectfully with a white blanket. Alessa was thankful for that: she would have never been able to do that on her own, without suffering some disturbing emotional damage in the process. She had followed him upstairs after, to where they lingered now. They had placed a group of flowers from a nearby vase on her chest. There wasn’t much more they could do for her.
“Is she okay like this?” Douglas asked uncertainly, staring at the unmoving body. The woman almost looked like she was sleeping peacefully, with her hands folded over her body, were it not for the trace of blood underneath the sheet.
“What else can we do for her? We can’t really give her a decent burial here with just the two of us, can we?” Alessa stated, looking down at the police officer she had come to know over the years. There was no way that they were going to bury Cybil out in the back yard, like some common piece of road kill. That would just be too disrespectful to the police officer, and a total insult to the woman she had known as a friend. Especially with that thing still out there, pouring its lifeblood into the ground, she thought.
They were silent for a minute.
“I’m going to Silent Hill,” Alessa said resolutely. That was where Claudia would be waiting for her: she knew it.
The old man turned to look at her. “What about your dad?” Douglas asked, concerned; that was the other member of the family that was missing, and he was surprised Alessa hadn’t mentioned him yet.
“I haven’t found any trace of him in the house. He’s probably dead,” Alessa said bitterly, the faint hint of emotion in her voice betraying how she felt about that. She was trying to maintain control, and almost succeeding.
“Are you sure?” Douglas asked concerned, wondering why she was giving up so easily, instead of trying harder to locate her missing family member. The look in her eyes spoke of information being withheld, something that Alessa wasn’t telling him. Did Alessa know something he didn’t? If she did, he doubted that she would tell him.
“I’m sure. Dad is very close to me. If he was still alive, he would have found a way to contact me,” Alessa said, painfully acknowledging what she knew to be the truth. There was something slightly absurd in how that would sound to outsiders from outside her family, but she knew her family better than most, and she knew things that they didn’t. There were things that Douglas didn’t know, and she wasn’t going to tell him anytime soon.
To an outsider, she may have sounded indifferent. But Douglas was a close study of human nature, and he could see the anger simmering beneath the surface. She was furious. If Claudia had been in the room, Alessa would have murdered her on the spot.
There was no doubt in Alessa’s mind. She was already decided. “I’m going,” she said. She was almost challenging Douglas to disagree with her, telling her how foolish it was.
“Are you sure that’s safe?” Douglas said in concern. He wasn’t sure about this girl going off on her own.
“Of course it’s not safe. But I have no choice. Claudia and the others are stirring up the same old stuff that was going on seven years ago, when my dad and Cybil were involved. The Order’s trying to make their plans for us become reality again. I have to stop them,” Alessa said. She turned to look at Douglas. “Besides, she can’t be allowed to get away with what she did here.”
“And when you find her?” Douglas asked pointedly, giving her a questioning look. Alessa looked straight at him into his eyes.
“I can’t allow her to get away with what she did here. When I find her, I’ll kill her myself, in the most brutal way possible,” Alessa said seriously, meaning every ounce of it.
Sigh. “Revenge doesn’t solve anything,” Douglas said, shaking his head.
“I don’t care. It’ll make me feel better,” Alessa ground out. She took a moment to calm herself. “Sometimes revenge really is the best solution,” she said.
Douglas had nothing to say to that.
There was a pause.
“How are you going to get there? It’s too far to take a walk there,” Douglas asked her.
“Don’t worry, I’ll figure it out on my own. I’ll take one of our other cars,” Alessa ground out. She didn’t want this man doing her any favors, and after what he’d done his help was probably more of a hindrance than a help.
“I’ll give you a ride. Come on,” Douglas offered, gesturing towards the door. Alessa shook her head.
“You don’t have to do that,” Alessa said. The idea of going anywhere with this guy wasn’t appealing, and she didn’t want to spend more time around him than was necessary.
“Look, I’m partly responsible for this. I feel partly to blame for this,” Douglas explained, pleading with her to understand. “Just let me offer you a ride. It’s a little favor I’m doing for you,” the older man said. It was too late to do anything for her family, but he could still do something for the girl herself. At the very least, it would make his conscience feel better.
Alessa considered it. While she didn’t want to necessarily spend more time with this man than was absolutely necessary, it wasn’t a bad idea. It was a free ride, and it would be quicker than finding the keys to one of their other cars and getting her own car ready. And his would be one more extra gun on the battlefield. She didn’t know whether the Order had set any traps for her along the way. It was obvious he was feeling guilty and trying to alleviate his conscience. Fine, let him help out then, she thought. She knew she was going to regret this.
“You are. But okay. All right, I’ll let you give me a ride,” Alessa said, not letting him forget that he was in fact responsible. At least this would get him off her back though, and it was one less source of stress she wouldn’t have to worry about.
Douglas started for the door. “I’ll take you after you finish saying goodbye,” he said. He continued towards the door.
“Hey.”
Douglas turned around.
“You realize you could die at some point through all this, don’t you?” Alessa pointed out, stating outright for him what she knew to be the truth. He had to know.
There was a beat as he thought of the right answer. Douglas was serious as he addressed her.
“That’s okay. No one is going to cry over my grave, anyway,” Douglas said. He shut the door behind him as he headed towards his car.
Alessa had nothing to say to that.

~

Alessa looked at Cybil, lying underneath the blanket they had covered her with. She looked so peaceful lying there, a stark contrast to what was probably the last moments of her life. With Cybil gone, another part of her old life was gone; there were already so few left. She didn’t know what to say to the woman she had loved as an aunt, though she hadn’t really known her that well. They had shared some things, but not all.
“I’m sorry, Cybs. I hope you fought until the end,” Alessa said honestly.
There was nothing more she could have wished for, than to hope Cybil and her mom had given those Order bastards hell until the end. Cybil was a fighter, and she wouldn’t have gone down passively.
Alessa looked around the guest room. There were photos, knick knacks, and various remnants of their family scattered all around the room. Even in the guest room, their family had a strong presence. It was to show any guest who stayed there that this was a close family and anyone who interfered with that would not be tolerated. And most people who visited there were extended members of their family – people they had sort of adopted into the fold. They had so few things from their time together, especially early on, that the things they did have from later on were displayed prominently and without shame.
She wondered if her parents would be saddened or disappointed by her thinking of revenge at this time. Probably not. They would want her to avenge them. They knew she wasn’t one to stand around doing nothing.
Looking around, she almost felt their presences, although she knew it was just an illusion, generated by the personal items laying around and the familiarity she had with the artifacts and with the room. Still, she hoped they were at least watching her in some way.
She sighed, picking up a photo from a nightstand occupying the room. She set down the photo.
There was something she had to do first, before she needed to leave soon.
“Don’t worry, guys. I’ll come home,” she said, hoping someone was actually hearing her.
There was no looking back as she left the room.

~

She found herself in the armory; it wasn’t an official one, but it might as well be. They had an extensive weapons collection, a result of their various brushes with danger each had had. Her dad collected handguns of various sorts from all over the world, from different time periods and makings, and her mother didn’t exactly discourage the practice. Everything was locked down tight, guns and ammunition separate, to prevent people of the wrong hands from getting their hands on them, but Alessa had no trouble getting into the collection, since she was one of the close few who knew the access methods and where the keys were. Not a big concern for self-defense purposes, since they each had their own weapons to draw on in case of an emergency. She searched through the weapons until she found what she was looking for: an IMI Israel Desert Eagle.
Very few people had the knowledge and the strength to handle this weapon. Their wrists would shatter, and the kickback alone would knock them back the first time they fired it. But Alessa did. She knew that she would have to face things like this again one day, and she had prepared. She exercised, lifted weights, and had trained to fire weapons like this in an urgent setting. While she wasn’t a soldier, she was competent with it. She could handle it; she was certain.
The gun was considered a joke for self-defense, because of how powerful it was, and the amount of overkill it embodied, but against creatures like this it was perfect for confronting them. Better to take them down in one or two shots, than waste 10-11 using a weak, useless gun and waste time combating them that others could use to break through her defense. She grabbed about 75 bullets – hopefully that would be enough to deal with whatever the town decided to throw at her. If the town was able to overcome her efforts despite all that, then maybe they deserved to win.
She set the gun on the cabinet. She had said earlier to her family members that she would return back home, but she already knew the truth. She wasn’t coming back.

~

Alessa stepped out of her house. She had strapped the sword to her back again. It had seemed too useful to abandon now, and it would come in handy if she lost her gun. The backpack she was carrying was filled with everything she would need to combat the Order, from bullets to the health drinks she had found.
Douglas was waiting for her in the driveway. The old man’s car was an old beat up Sedan that was light blue in color, and looked like it had more than a fair share of years of wear on it. Douglas came stepping around the car, carrying a curious piece of paper in his hands.
“I just ran into some guy named Vincent,” Douglas mentioned, sounding puzzled as he furrowed his brow.
“Vincent? What the hell is he doing here?” Alessa asked sharply. She was surprised. That was the last thing she was expecting to hear out of the old detective, and she couldn’t help but be a little troubled that Vincent knew where she lived.
Douglas was surprised. “You know him?” he inquired.
“I met him back at the office building. He’s a member of the Order, although he says that he’s trying to help me out,” she explained. Alessa made a disgusted face. “I think he’s their leader.”
Douglas made a disgusted sound. He had probably dealt with lots of religious fanatics, Alessa thought, being a private investigator and all.
There was another thing she needed to tell him, but there was no way she was going to share that particular incident with him, unless she wanted Douglas to go and murder Vincent in his church. In her experience, guys were protective of girls who underwent that experience, and it was almost like a personal offense to them that another guy dared to abuse a young girl like that. The last thing she needed was if Douglas blew Vincent away, and they were unable to pump him for information. If Vincent was really the leader of the Order, then he would have vital information that they could use.
The detective continued. “He said, when we get to the town to look for a guy named Leonard, and he gave me this map. What do you want to do?” Douglas held the folded piece of paper in his hand, presenting it to Alessa.
“Well, we can’t trust him, but obviously we’ve got no choice,” Alessa said, musing on their next course of action. “Besides, it’s just a map. Once we get to the town, we can go ahead and do what we want.”
She took the map from Douglas, looking over the images with a careful eye.
“I was born and grew up there, but it’s been a few years since I was last there, and things may have changed or been torn down. We’ll need this map to get around, if that’s the case,” she said. The hope was that they would be able to get around easily, but there was no telling what the Order had done to the town in her absence.
She folded the large piece of paper, stuffing it into her backpack.
They were ready to go, or so she thought. But then Douglas brought up something that surprised her, and made her do a double take.
“Don’t you want to contact your aunt?” Douglas asked.
Alessa was surprised. She didn’t think the detective knew about her real aunt. Not many people knew about her, and her dad was very secretive about giving anyone information about his sister. But now that Douglas had asked about her, she knew what the correct response was, without hesitation.
“No. I’m not going to call her and worry her,” Alessa said, shaking her head. “The phones aren’t working anyway, and even if they were, I’m not going to call her to let her know what’s happened. If I call her, she’s going to want to help me and I’m not going to get her involved in this. That woman has suffered enough, believe me,” Alessa said, imagining the aforementioned torments as she closed her eyes. There was no doubt in Alessa’s mind that she could not involve Kayla in this. If she learned about the horror of what had happened here, Kayla would want to willingly offer any help that she could provide them, and follow them to Silent Hill, and then she would die. Too many people had died here already, thanks to Claudia. Kayla was the last shred of a family that Alessa had left now, and Alessa was not going to put her in the path to certain death just for a little help with her vengeance. She was not going to allow the town to take away the last loved one left that she cared about. “I left her a note in the house, explaining everything. When she comes to check the house, because she hasn’t heard anything in a while, she’ll find it,” Alessa assured him.
Besides, if Kayla found out that her brother had been murdered, her response would be to go to Silent Hill and murder every single one of the people in the Order. Not the ideal thing. She would commit mass murder. Or the alternative – the town would react so strongly to her presence and her tormented mind, that it would punish her by constructing a nightmarish and horrifically brutal world, and destroy her. She didn’t know what torments lurked inside the mind of a sniper, and the last thing she wanted was for the town to manifest something so destructive, and hardened, that they had no chance of beating it. The idea of a veteran from the military walking into that town, and having their fears and dark thoughts manifested in physical form, wasn’t one she wanted to find out.
The few bits she had gleamed of Kayla’s past were enough. She had been through hell and Alessa knew it, and that was entirely without taking her military experience into account, in all solid honest. God only knew what the town would do with the whole of Kayla’s personality, not just the basic facets.
“Are you sure?” Douglas asked her, looking a little skeptical.
“I’m positive,” Alessa said, nodding to herself. She didn’t want to drag anyone else into this, any more than she already had.
She had thought she was being clear enough for him. Apparently not. “I’ve gotta ask again, are you sure?” Douglas was still skeptical, looking rather dubious. Alessa turned away from him, looking down to avoid his gaze that was boring openings into her back.
“I’m sure. Once she comes to check, it’ll only take a day or two, trust me. But that time will give us an advantage, and it will save her life,” Alessa said, seemingly very sure of herself. “Once we get to the town, the Order will immediately focus on me and hopefully they’ll leave her alone,” she said. She hoped that was enough explanation for Douglas.
Douglas didn’t respond. He knew that it was ultimately her choice, but he just thought it was wrong not to tell this woman that her family members had died. To leave her to discover that horror…it just seemed cruel. But ultimately, it was her choice. If she wanted to do this, then there wasn’t much he was going to say to convince her otherwise. He just hoped that she knew what she was doing.
There was a bit of an uncomfortable silence.
“Okay then, let’s go,” Alessa said. There was no use in delaying things any further. She was ready to get this over with.
They climbed into the car. Taking one last look at the house she had called home for the past several months, which suddenly looked a lot less inviting, they drove off into the night. Alessa didn’t know when they would arrive in Silent Hill, but for now, she tried to take her mind off it. They had a long drive ahead of them; the least she could do was try to make things more comfortable between them.
~
* Some of the dialogue may be borrowed from Silent Hill 3.
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