Heather's awakening. Who: Heather and [OPEN]. What: Awakening. Where: Begins in Room 106 in Jack's Inn and ends on Katz St. Status: Unfinished. Rating: PG (TBD; language, possible violence).
It all had happened so quickly. Heather had bid goodnight to her friend after a late night of studying, which had been set aside to welcome several hours of a movie marathon, featuring all of Heather's favorite actors. Heather's friend, who was more accustomed to horror films, had taken it in stride when Heather rejected all of her choices. Heather was in no way weak-willed, but she'd found herself waking up in the early hours of morning, drenched in cold sweat, her mind flashing the images of a large monster; his body twisted with veins, his head swiveling this way and that, his large arms swinging, the blades catching in the light of her flashlight, flashing here and there…
Needless to say, Heather didn't really think she could stomach any more horror. She already had enough in her life as it was. Her friend had rushed back inside to grab the keys Heather had forgotten, and after sharing a laugh over the young woman's forgetfulness, Heather gave her friend a hearty wave before sliding into the driver's seat of her car. She drove silently, occasionally leaning over to flip the radio station before settling back once more. She tapped her fingernails against the steering wheel in tune with the current song, humming lightly under her breath. Wait a second; had she left her books? A surge of panic ran through her body, but it was no matter: she'd simply retrieve them tomorrow before class.
As she made a quick left turn, Heather discovered she was no longer staring at the road ahead of her, but rather, a dark hallway. As she glanced around herself, she realized she was no longer in her car, either. On either side of her there were doors, and when Heather let her gaze travel to her right, she noticed an empty gurney. In front of it, double doors. That feeling of dread and panic overcame her again, this time stronger; enough to stop her dead in her tracks. She knew this place… of course she knew this place! This was… "Brookhaven…" She whispered in an almost conspiratorial tone, groaning. She turned on a heel and ran to where she knew the front doors would be located. Once there, she jerked and tugged on the handles, but to no avail. They wouldn't budge. She was locked in.
"This can't be happening, not again!" She cried, turning to face the nightmare hospital once more. Somewhere in the halls, a low panting could be made out. Heather tilted her head as she listened, her eyes widening. Quick and discreet, quick and discreet, she thought as she started to inch her way down the hall. A weapon, she needed a weapon, she needed…
To run. The panic that had been building in her chest consumed her as the panting grew, nearing her. She had no way to defend herself; running was the only option. She started to sprint, finding it almost impossible to move her legs, feeling weighted down. The panting continued, and as Heather turned the corner, she found herself staring into a very disfigured face, it's mouth smeared with blood. Even doubled over the nurse easily overpowered Heather's attempts to fight her off, and soon raised a long arm. Heather stared down the barrel, shutting her eyes as the shot rang throughout the otherwise silent hallway…
And when she opened them, she was on the road again. Blinding light flooded her vision. She hurriedly spun the wheel, but it was too late. The last sounds she heard was the blare of a horn and rubber practically kissing asphalt. Then nothing.
Something. Something bright, again. Something cold. As the pounding pain in her head subsided, Heather opened her eyes, only to reveal her surroundings to be a small motel room, made evident by the layout of the room. But this wasn't just any motel room; Heather had been in this room before, with Douglas, and then again later with Vincent. This was Jack's Inn.
This was Silent Hill.
"Again?!" Heather cried through clenched teeth, narrowing her eyes. Well, for the moment, her anger over the situation could wait. She'd be damned if she was going to sit around in this room and rot, and the first thing she required was protection. She also would not be venturing those streets without it, thank you. She focused her attention on the objects in the room. A weapon, what in here could be turned into a weapon... her gaze turned to the bathroom. She stepped inside warily, as though something would jump out at her. Knowing this place, it wasn't an unreasonable thought. She frowned as she glanced around, then stared up at the shower curtain pole. Won't take it much damage to break. However, it was better than nothing. Heather was not leaving this room unarmed. She stepped onto the edge of the bathtub - though not before peeking around the curtain itself - then wrapped her hands around the pole and tugged as hard as she could. The curtain was the first to come down, momentarily blinding her. A few more tugs, and she heard a 'snap'. "Ha-ha." She exhaled triumphantly. It was short lived, though, as found herself falling. She hit the bathroom floor with a grunt. Once she'd straightened herself back up, she started working on snapping the pole in half by placing it under one of her boots. A few unsuccessful tries later, there was another loud 'snap'.
After further examining the room and coming up blank, Heather took a deep breath before stepping outside. The fog rolled over her, blanketing her as she started out. As she squinted and took in the familiar sights, the question "why" repeating itself in her mind. Could she find someone here who could explain things to her, give her the answers she both wanted and feared? Or was she completely alone this time?
In the distance, there was a noise. Footsteps? Deciding to take a chance, Heather headed towards them.