Silent Hill: Psychosis Break

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It had been quiet for some time here in Silent Hill. She'd become sleepy, this restless spirit. Her small hands clenched and unclenched as memories came and went. This fragment of a soul that had once lived had become nothing more than a bad dream, a horrible memory. She disliked this, but this was her face. No one remembered her in Silent Hill anymore. Her name was dead on everyone's lips.

But this changed suddenly. Someone had come to Silent Hill, someone had woken Dahlia, and in turn it'd awoken the young girl. Her name was silent on everyone's tongues, yet heavy in the air. Alessa... She watched as they made their tentative first steps. Silly young ones, not understanding the peril they were in in this world of illusions. Nothing was as it seemed. But they must know that, after all, they knew they were dead. They knew they weren't whole anymore. Ah, pour young ones. She ached for them. They didn't deserve the wrath of this place. She continued to keep her eye on them as they ran for their lives, out of the frying pan and into the fire that was the church. St. Stella was, after all, run by the order. She felt sympathy for the girls as their madness caught up with them. She praised them when they murdered that crazy bitch who believed in a wicked, terrible demon of a god. She watched as they nursed one another back to health in the Blue Creek Apartments.<p> </p>Now they were separated. Here was another major trial that Silent Hill would put them through. After all, it was determining whether or not they deserved to go back. That final judge between this place and where they'd come from, was this town with a soul of its own. This town, whose soul was made of hers, and others'. And now it was her turn to interfere.

Waking from the terrible sleep she'd been forced into, Alessa's eyes had been upon them this whole time. Her smile grew when she realized that this was where she'd come into play. This was where she'd help determine their fate, help judge those that only Silent Hill could judge. The question was, who would she appear to first? They were both at the school where she'd haunted most in this incarnation. Where she'd been brutally tormented in this incarnation. She hated, yet loved this place. But that was neither here, nor there. She had a duty to fulfill, and it was a hard choice to make. They were in mirrored worlds, and both in grave danger. She would just have to close her eyes and choose.

Jinx went cold. It wasn’t the kind of cold that was usually felt outside. It was the kind of cold that came with memories of violent hands and cruel laughter. The clammy hand wasn’t attached to any arm, that was the first thing she registered. In the back of her mind she mourned the sudden death of the split-faced dog, wishing it had just attacked her instead. Without the Green there, memories and feelings had no problem driving her into a guilty spiral of ‘what if’s and ‘could have’s. Resigned, Jinx unsheathed her claws and slashed out at the thing creeping behind her. It hissed and bubbled, reaching for her again with all the other claw fingered hands. Wide mouthed, gaping face stitched onto a clump of meat in the center of that swaying tangled horror.

She reared back, trying to get away, but the hands already had her legs. Were curling around her body now, the mouth coming ever closer. “Don’t. Please?” She begged while struggling wildly. Then suddenly a hand reached lower and she went still, doll-like. The blue clad girl was there again. Standing by the corpse of the Split-Faced Dog and watching.

The girl in blue, Alessa was her name. This part of her soul, stuck in Silent Hill, was ready to do her part. A strange wind blew and the monster began to burn, like a wad of paper on top of hot coals, flaking and peeling away. The wind blew the pieces off into the distance, and it let go of the poor little girl. Now was not her time to die again. Naomi shivered as she crept down the halls. One at a time, she peered into rooms. "Jiiinx... where are y-"

"Na... o... mi?" The static on the radio suddenly picked up. It wasn't Jinx's voice, though. Who was it? "Na...omi... come... he...re..." She looked around frantically. Whose voice was that? Why was it on the radio and not in the room? Where was it coming from? She began to panic. It could see her but she couldn't see it. Her stomach turned flip flops. This wasn't good. Not at all.