It's based off of a popular video game. Recently I came up with a great scenario and plot working with the series, but takes a deeper look into the characters psychologically, and would probably tear at our own psychological selves too. It's not just the scary monsters, twisted images, and death anymore. Well, it wasn't always just that either, but nonetheless it's a little different. I haven't written anything this big in over a year, so if its boring, please tell me... And I'd appreciate any suggestions you guys have. I'm still trying to warm up. Ch. 1 - Introduction The night drifted over his apartment, slowly crawled through the halls and into his room, gently blanketing the place with darkness. The man’s eyes slowly opened. The fog of sleep began to clear away as his vision focused. The dreams slowly faded to the back of his mind as he sat up. 9:30 PM, the glowing red numbers on the digital clock blinked. The alarm started to go off. He quickly reached over to the night stand to push it off. The day had ended, and unfortunately for him he had the night shift. With a quick turn of a valve the shower was running. He sleepily watched the water begin to rain down, outstretching an arm to feel the temperature. Warm, warmer, perfect. The water slowly pulled him to full consciousness. Thoughts began to become clearer. It began as everyday things, really, but soon sunk into old memories. He had been seeing her for a few weeks back then. She was wonderful, beautiful, enchanting. He knew he had been lucky to have met the girl, and the feeling was mutual between them. They had long nights of laughter, talking, having fun. His friends envied him and congratulated him. Happiness? Yes, finally. That is, until a foggy evening downtown. The fog was so thick, the eyes could only catch a glimpse of what was a few feet ahead of them. They had just left the restaurant, crossing the street. She had dropped her keys, standing behind only a second more than him. He was only a step away. The car came out like a phantom and vanished just as easily, taking her with it. In his horror, a trail of blood trickled down the street. Like a path to a nightmare, it led him to her. He frantically fell to his knees and sat her up on the curb where she fell. She was still alive. Not a word left her mouth, and her face screamed out sadness. He called out in desperation, the people nearby frantically dialed their cell phones. Probably calling 911. It didn’t matter though, with one last smile she exhaled, looking up at him. She was gone. Her face, even in death, seemed so beautiful. The look of sadness was gone. She had passed on. But he lingered on it, and it pried down his heart every day. Three years later, he was living alone in a decent apartment that luckily came with a bedroom, bathroom, kitchen and dining room for a low price. He couldn’t ask for more. The place was a bit old, though, and occasionally needed maintenance. The news reporter on the television babbled on about some common information as he slipped on his suit, tie and rain jacket. It was drizzling out. The microwave droned on for another thirty seconds of heating up a quick dinner, which happened to be macaroni and cheese tonight, followed by a quick drink of coffee while snatching his baton and making his way out to the car. Being a security guard wasn’t such a bad thing. He had always enjoyed a more physical and less intellectual job. Plus, it was great pay. You can’t beat great pay. As far as actually beating someone senseless, he’s had some incidents that were close enough to that. Recently, though, it had all been night shifts. Left alone to solitude, a few other security guards who were a bit on the odd end, and his own thoughts, he felt a little bit in the gutter these evenings. Museum of Ancient Cultures was held in a massive building, compared to the rest of Silent Hill. It was in the center, and was quite a common attraction for those visiting on a relaxing vacation. There were a few artifacts that held a pretty penny, and so these handful of security guards were hired to protect the place from theft. Simple enough. To be honest though, it was a spooky place. The halls were lined with ghostly manican displays, old replicas of coffins, Native American spears and trinkets, some of which were oddly different than most common ones. "Hah, Dave! You decided to show up tonight I see. We’re not too scary then huh?" said Greg, a groggy looking man, unshaven but imposing in physique, and currently slipping one of the issued guns into its holster. "Funny. I didn't know you guys were trying to be, especially after running from that damned bat last night." Dave replied with a irritated tone of voice, getting drowsy again after realizing he was once more at work. Greg's sly grin faded to an embarrassed smile, "Shutup. It came outta' nowhere." Ch. 2 - Buried Soul The lights in the museum were dimmed to the strength of candles, adding an eery look to all the artifacts and replicas throughout the place. The most recent artifact was a strange looking triangle, said to have been found in the woods nearby. It fit no natural tribes that had once lived in the Americas, that is, the ones known to date. A certain controversy had occured over it. The Town desired rights to it, but a wealthy collector named Allan Brown had his eyes on it with a pretty penny to boot. Currently, the town was winning the fight. Dave scuffed his shoes across a rug as he made his way to the central room that heldhe Triangle. That's what he called it. A haunting number of masks were passed as he neared the doorway. He knew they weren't alive, but from the corner of his eye, they seemed to dance around a little. Whenever he turned to look, sure enough they were as still as they had been before. He was tired. Mind tricks. The center of the room glowed peacefully with a dimmed spotlight, shining gently at an angle from one of the walls onto a furnished wooden pedestal. Perhaps a little too finished, Dave thought to himself. The light made it shine a little. He bet he could see his reflection in it if he had better light. His mind zoned off towards sleepy things as he unconsciously gazed down at The Triangle. He would have dozed off right there, would it not have been for a sudden bang to his left. Right where those damned masks were. Probably Greg trying to scare him. He straightened himself up, not wanting to be caught dozing on the job, and quickly walked back to the hall to check out the noise. The flashlight clicked on with a nudge of his thumb. Nobody? He couldn't have ran down that long hallway in a matter of seconds, and there's nowhere to hide. "Hmph, odd." Right before turning back into The Triangle Room, he noticed one of the masks had fallen from the wall. A twisted, deformed looking one. With a slight shudder he kneeled over to put it back in its rightful place. Suddenly a louder "BANG" sounded through the hall. A larger mask had fallen opposite from him across the hall. "What the hell is going on...?" The words slipped out through his mouth from his mind. No matter, who was listening? "Something...." Step by step he neared the mask. This one even more horrifying. His heart began to quicken a bit, and so did his steps,seeming to now be following the same rythm. "BANG!" A third mask fell to the floor, this time right in front of him. Though, it seemed like it was actually trying to fling itself at him. "No way!" he shouted out loud, nervously placing the masks back up. In the distance, another noise was heard... a faint mumble. Someone talking. The voice was unfamiliar...
I have more done, but I won't post it until I know at least some people are reading it. Once again, I'm open to opinions and suggestions.
hellow dude. i read it. i ignored the fact that you based your writing on a video game to begin with however reading through it it felt more and more like i was watching a pixeled video game scene rather than natural images in my mind...which might be what youre aiming for but if it's not i thought maybe you could give the narrative voice a little more accent, in a way. it just reads a bit static-ly to me...and a had to re-read a few phrases for eg "standing behind only a second more than him." it could just be myself but maybe you could aim to word this a little clearer since its quite an important sentence.... give more!
