16th installment of the VGNU.
Published Oct 19th 2022-- Nov 12th 2022
THE NIGHTMARE BEGAN HERE
Silent Hill Origins acts as a prequel to the popular horror series, and follows troubled truck driver, Travis Grady, who gets stuck in the terrifying...
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*Static*
"Momma?... Daddy said you were dead... Are you dead?"
*Chains sway overhead*
*Blood drips down to the rusted floor*
"I'm not dead. Locked away! Out of sight, out of mind. Not dead. I asked them to bring my boy to me..."
Travis felt his whole body trembling as he witnessed the corpse of his mother hanging from the metal rack, enclosed in a clear medical sheet. Barbed wire was laced through her body, bolted into the rack, exiting through her mouth before wrapping around the back of her head. Her arms were outstretched towards him, like she was expecting him to come closer, but her body and the clear sheet were stained in blood and rot, and there was a tear in her body, starting in the center of her chest.
Travis remembered the stuffed doll. The hole torn in it was the same. And that toy gun that had sat in front of it... He held it in his hand now. Was it a toy? It felt real.
"... Momma?" Travis choked.
"Come here boy," his mother smiled. "Let momma take a look at you."
Travis slammed backwards into the door. He tried the handle, but it had already locked him in. "Stay back!" he shouted, pointing the gun at his mother. "I-I-- I don't want to shoot you! Don't make me shoot you!"
"Oh?" his mother swayed on the creaking hooks. "You already have."
Travis saw the gun in his hands. It was too big, or... his hands were too small. They were child's hands. He felt small, weaker and powerless, even with this weapon in his hands. He fell to the floor as his mother moved closer, arms reaching out for him. "No... Go away!" He shut his eyes, throwing the gun away. He didn't want to see her like this. He couldn't see her like this. Twisted and broken like this world that haunted him.
He felt a hand on his shoulder.
"Look at me, Travis."
Every fiber of his being told him not to listen, but it was like his body had started acting on his own, reliving that time long ago. He opened his eyes... and saw the face of his mother. She looked tired, a little sick, but... happy. She knelt down in front of him, smiling the way only a mother could smile.
"It's alright boy," she whispered. "It'll be over quickly, I promise." Slowly, she moved her hand from Travis' shoulder to his neck. She gradually tightened her grip. "It's alright, it'll pass in a few moments."
"Stop!" Travis cried, trying to push her away. But his arms were too short, to young.
His mother gripped his throat with both hands, lifting him up and slamming him against the door. He couldn't scream, he couldn't even beg. She just smiled, choking the life out of him. But Travis felt the weight in his belt behind his back. He'd only grabbed it on a whim when he snuck into the building. He just wanted to feel safe when he came to see her. He didn't mean to use it. He just wanted her to stop.
