Awakening! Who: Harry Mason and OPEN What: Awakening Where: On the streets of Silent Hill Business District, near the Greenfield apartments and Artaund Theatre Status: Unfinished Rating: PG? PG-13ish for violence, maybe
Harry had a gun in the back of one of his dresser drawers for occasions like this one. Heather had never known about it, and he didn't keep it loaded -- that would just be stupid.
It had been twelve years ago that Harry had been forced to use the gun for the first and last time. Heather was five years old then, and while she didn't seem to remember the incident, Harry knew she knew about it. What other reason could Harry come up with for why they'd been on the run, why they had to change their names?
When he'd been backed up into the living room of his house, staring towards the form of a tall woman clad in black and her grotesque follower, Harry wondered what good a gun in the bedroom would do him. Any quick movements would seal his fate -- so trying to make a run for it wouldn't do him any good. That thing would catch up with him before he could load the gun. Harry wondered if he even remembered how.
The woman had introduced herself as Claudia, and she wanted to know where Heather was. Harry was adamant about refusing.
"Get out of my house," he said, sternly. "Get out and don't come back!"
How in the world had they found him, anyway!?
The fight hadn't lasted very long. When the woman had ordered that monster to attack, Harry knew from experience that he didn't stand a chance without any means to fight back. He was forced into the chair, shoved down with a very insistent pair of "hands", and Claudia rounded on him again, slowly, quietly.
Harry noticed her feet were bare and his mind burned with memory.
"I will ask you once more," she said, slowly. "Where is she?"
"Go to hell," Harry growled.
"Very well."
The pain had been sharp, but quick -- the blade was in his chest, and ripped down his body, ending in his stomach. Harry watched as the creature ripped it out of him, a slow-motion sort of movie. This couldn't be happening to him. It had to be someone else.
The pain was so excruciating that he couldn't even scream.
The blood came out, hot and heavy and dark, and Harry could only stare up at Claudia in hatred and pain for a moment before his eyes closed and he was dead.
Harry had never been a religious man. He didn't believe in the Afterlife -- or, at the very least, in Heaven.
But when he opened his eyes again (without pain, without blood, without a gash through his body), he felt as if he'd slipped back in time.
Thick fog curled around him, a soft snow blowing from the sky. Harry turned his face up towards it, then down at the street below his feet.
There was no doubt about it. He was in Silent Hill.
He could see the tops of buildings nearby. They didn't look familiar to him -- perhaps he hadn't seen them in his time in the town -- but he slowly began to move towards them.
He could stand there forever, he supposed -- or he could find out what the hell was going on.