AN: Hello there everyone. Funny enough, I had come up with the character of all of this back in high school, but then they go and release a Silent Hill game about a prisoner, making my story look like I ripped them off LOL. Oh well, these are all my characters, and I hope you enjoy it!
Disclaimer: I don't own Silent hill
They were so little, so small. How could they understand? The small girl was hit by the realization first; her hand fumbled blindly to the little boy's, grasping it with a sweaty grip. She gazed up wordlessly at her parents, who were doing their very best to avoid the gaze of their solemn daughter.
The little boy did not take it as well, however.
"You can't! You can't! Kara is my friend, she's my friend and you can't take her away!" he cried and sobbed, ripping his hand away from the girl and pounding his fists against the rough carpet. Kara grabbed him by his waist, clinging tightly as sobs wracked his small, frail body. Her ashy blonde pigtails drooped on his back as she hung onto him, tears escaping from her own eyes. She had not even realized that her parents had left the room; the door had been shut so quietly that it had not made a sound.
Her voice was mute as she held him. What was she to think? She was nothing but a simple minded eight year old. The world was supposed to be sunshine and daisies, not like this. Sure, she had other friends. Jonathon however, did not. He was a short, frail little boy with dark brown waves of curls that fell upon his head much like an ancient Greek statue. He was bullied endlessly at school until Kara stood by his side. Her friends were still frightened of him, however. They called him strange, weird, ghost boy. To Kara, however, he was the only true friend she felt close to.
A new job, her dad had told her all those years ago. He had gotten a job on the other side of the country; they had to move. Jonathon took it harder than Kara had. She was his rock, she was his pillow.
The last thing she remembered of him was the image of him standing in the street, crying and screaming as they drove away.
"I have to say, I never thought I would ever go on a field trip in university." Alert hazel eyes shot to the left as a young man plopped down in the bus seat with a sigh. The young woman closed her book and gave him a cheesy grin.
"Please tell me you're not complaining," she laughed out, voice brimming with joy. The young man echoed her grin, reaching forward to playfully grab a lock of her ashy blonde hair. She swatted him away as he laughed back.
"Not at all. Not only do we get to help out a bunch of zoo animals, but our hotel…." He paused, and quickly started to dig around his bag, mumbling until he found what he was looking for, "has a pool!"
She stretched out her arms, still smiling as she felt her muscles ache with disuse; she let out a sigh of relief. "All I care about at this point is actually getting off the bus. I need to move around." Her black haired companion nodded silently as he gazed around the bus; she watched him curiously as his chocolate eyes brightened when they fell upon a red haired beauty. "Hm…enjoying the view Charlie?"
"Oh yes, the floral is lovely, Kara." She chuckled lowly to herself and let the man continue on with his admiration; Kara pulled out her zoology guide, flipping to the second chapter. She, as well as all the other students on this bus, were studying to become veterinarians. Their professor had insisted that they still needed more fieldwork; Kara agreed fully after hearing how hard it was to actually get into veterinarian school. They only had two more semesters to get in as much experience as they possibly could before they graduated and started to apply to different veterinarian schools.
To be honest, she was going to miss her college. It was so laid back, the students were amazing…and she knew that as soon as she stepped foot into the next step up, she was going to swamped with work every night and day. She constantly had to remind herself of how amazing it would be when she was through, when she was actually standing in an office, performing surgery on an animal that only she could save. All she had to do was get past those last few years and she was done.
She flicked her gaze back to Charlie. Charlie was a very broad shouldered twenty two year old, with an Italian tan from his mother and beaming chocolate eyes from his father. There were a small bit of freckles on his nose, but they did nothing to match the splatter across Kara's own nose and cheeks. His midnight hair was choppy and layered; he took longer than she did to do her own hair. Charlie was dressed in his usual button down and jeans; he claimed that the ladies loved his buttons. Kara would roll her eyes every time.
He was a good friend of hers. They had first met freshmen year, both lost and wandering the halls of the Humanities building. Since then, they had become inseparable. He had been there for her heartbreaks, as well as she being there for his. A worried glance flashed over her face as she watched the red head clearly see Charlie, but not acknowledge him. She had a bad feeling that she would be needed again very soon.
Kara brushed off her brown coat, rearranging the faux fur hood that had been causing her neck to itch. As she straightened her black headband swiftly, her hands slipped as the bus suddenly screeched to a halt. Charlie's hand immediately shot out in front of her, halting her body as it almost flung itself into the seat in front of them. The two best friends exchanged looks of worry; the bus erupted into confusion, students were peering out the window, standing up, looking around. Their professor shouted in futile for the students to calm, but to no avail.
"Will everyone please SHUT UP?" came the sudden scream of Kara's professor, his voice blaring through the loudspeaker. The students all fell into silence, some shocked, some amused. "Now then, we appear to be having some…uh technical difficulties. I want all of you just to stay on the bus while we sort it out." A chorus of boos and whines were the only replies of the student, and Kara full heartedly agreed. She was sore and tired, and just wanted to stretch her legs. However, the students complied, staying put as the professor and bus driver stepped outside with flashlights.
"Uh…you ok Sam?" Kara glanced over at the awkward tone in Charlie's voice, and inwardly cringed at the look the red head was giving him.
"I'm fine…who are you?" Kara was glad she couldn't see the look on Charlie's face, but she knew that his expression had probably just plummeted. Her heart sank.
"Charlie…we've had a class together every year since freshmen year?" A flash of realization zapped across the red head's face; she flicked her hair and quickly covered it up with a calm, cool look.
"Oh yeah, that's right. Thanks for asking." And that was all that he got. Charlie turned away from her, plopping back down in his seat and avoiding all eye contact from Kara. She chewed her lip; her hand snaked across to his, and held it tightly in her own. It was sweating profusely.
She didn't say a word; she knew her best friend, at times like this it was best to be quiet. However, it shocked her when Charlie was actually the one who spoke first.
"Four years Kar," he said lowly, using his age-old nickname for the twenty one year old, "I've liked that woman for four years, talked to her in every class, and she doesn't even know who I am." Kara remained silent. What was she supposed to say at a time like this? It's ok, everything will be all right? There are plenty of fish in the sea? She hated that bullshit about as much as he did.
"Do you think Professor Sham is ok out there?" Sam's voice broke the silence of the two; Kara glanced over at her, watching her as she gazed out the window. Ah, there were rumors, and she was starting to believe them. Rumors that Ms. Samantha had been having an affair with their young professor. There had to have been a reason for her getting perfect grades, of course.
A look of pain flashed on Charlie's face; he knew. She squeezed his hand tightly.
"Hey, where are you going Sam?" The two friends looked up as the red head ran past them and to the door. She flicked her hair over her shoulder and looked at her friends sternly.
"I need to make sure he's ok!" And with that, she was out the door.
Charlie immediately shot up, though didn't move right away. He looked down at Kara with a worried expression; she replied with a disgusted one.
"Don't chase her Charlie…just don't. She'll be fine out there," Kara whispered sullenly to her friend, silently begging inside. She didn't want him to see what she thought may be going on out there.
"It's been an hour Kara, something's wrong and Sam doesn't need to be out there alone," and with that he ripped his hand from her grasp, making a dash for the door.
"Charlie!" Kara shouted as she bounded from her seat, pigtails bouncing as she ran after her fleeing friend.
She had a terrible feeling.
"Sam!" As she approached Charlie, her heart sank. He looked wild, worried sick about a woman who could care less about him. It wasn't fair. "Sam! Where are you?" But…something was wrong. No one was there. There was no bus driver, no professor, no Sam. She jumped slightly as her foot hit something hard and plastic. Crouching down, her hands brushed upon the bus driver's flashlight. What on earth…
"Charlie…" Charlie stopped shouting long enough to run over to her, confusion in his eyes. His gaze fell to the flashlight.
"What…the hell…" She agreed. A vicious wind suddenly tore through the two; Kara wrapped her arms around her body and shivered. Apparently her cheap coat wasn't enough to brace her from this cold. Her body suddenly warmed, however, as a thick material was draped over her form. She caught the eye of a worried Charlie. "Man Kar, we've really gotta teach you to shop for Fall clothes."
"Yeah well…I was born in the South. I am a sunshine daisy not a polar bear," Kara muttered under her breath, pulling Charlie's coat closely to her body. He would be fine in a simple dress shirt; he was like a personal heater. Her eyes followed his form as he gazed off in the distance. Suddenly, his expression changed instantly. Kara followed his look and felt a small sense of relief.
"Sam!" Charlie shouted after her, starting to jog after the red head standing a few feet from the bus. But…something felt wrong. Kara eyed Samantha quietly, taking in her stoic appearance, her rigid body frame. She wasn't blinking…she just stared. Not only that, but half her body was obscured by some bizarre fog that hadn't been there a while ago.
All of a sudden, the woman turned tail and ran.
"Charlie stop!" Kara shouted in vain as her best friend took off sprinting as the object of his affections ran further and further away. Cursing inwardly, she slipped on Charlie's jacket and started to chase after them. Her sneakers slammed against the solid pavement as she followed the two; her side started to burn. "Fucking in shape assholes," Kara muttered darkly, grabbing her side and cringing. She wasn't fat, by all means, but she wasn't stick thin either. Not only that, but Charlie was a class A track runner; Kara was a nerdy bookworm.
The three ran on for what felt like hours; Charlie had continued to shout for the fleeing Samantha while Kara had given up on shouting. She had to conserve what little breath she had left. Lungs burning, her eyes briefly caught a glance of a large green road sign. Silent Hill,it had said in peeling white letters. The scenery around her had started to change. The mountain was becoming shorter and shorter, the road more of a road the closer they got. The fog was thicker; she could barely see Charlie in front of her.
"C-Charlie please stop!" she gasped loudly, pain evident in her voice. Surprising her, he actually skidded to a halt. Kara fell to her knees, gasping for air; she supported her hands on the pavement, head spinning. She had never run that much in her whole life. Charlie was so going to pay for this later. Speaking of which...
He was standing still, head turning side to side. He had lost her; Samantha was nowhere in sight. But then…where were they? Still panting, she took her own look around their surroundings. They had somehow managed to make it into a foggy town; she guessed it was Silent Hill, like she had read on the board. But…where were the people? There were no roaring motors, no chirping birds. Everything was just…silent.
"Why did she keep running, Kara?" He didn't turn to face her, just stood still staring straight ahead. Finally breathing evenly again, she got up from her knees, brushing off her old worn jeans. She stepped forward next to Charlie, shrugging her shoulders.
"I don't really know. She almost seemed…possessed. Like she wasn't herself," Kara thought out loud, picking at a loose string on her jacket. She gave Charlie an annoyed expression. "Come on Charlie, I'm sure she'll go back to the bus. She's probably just fucking around with us." Kara didn't even believe those words when she said them herself. She mindlessly kicked a pebble.
"I know you think it's dumb for me to chase after her…but I can't have anything happen to her. I just can't," he finally turned to face her, and she had to look away. His face was strained, slightly pale. "There's something wrong with her. I need to make sure she's ok. Kara, will go with me?" He held his hand out to her with a questioning glance. She stared silently at his open palm. Years ago, they had made a pact to always be there for one another no matter what. She had to honor that.
She placed her hand in his.
They had been wandering around for a while now. Everything was so strange; it hadn't looked like it had been abandoned over time. No, this more looked like something had happened and people had just gotten up and left. There were still keys in ignitions, coffee cups set on benches, lights on shops bright and welcoming. Well, more welcoming if not for the foreboding fog that seemed to follow them everywhere. Speaking of foreboding…she cringed as her bladder screamed at her. She had been holding it ever since they arrived at the town.
"Charlie…I really gotta take a piss." Charlie shot her an exasperated expression.
"Aren't you women supposed to be able to hold it for forever or something?" She glared at him.
"Yeah, but not 14 hours asshole," she half joked with him, lightly punching him in the shoulder. She walked past him and to the door of a shop, peering in. The lights were bright, and there was clearly a restroom sign at the very back. She gestured to the door and Charlie followed, muttering. Unsurprisingly, the door was unlocked. The two stepped in, old wooden floorboards creaking in protest. It was a bookstore, it looked like; at least he had something to do while she peed. "I'll be right back!" she said lightly, jogging to the door in the back.
"Yeah yeah just hurry up!"
Kara briskly opened the door to the restroom, shutting it behind her with a bang. She made a dash for a stall, quickly slamming the door shut and dropped her pants. She let out a sigh as relief flooded through her. Stupid Charlie, she thought miserably. Why does he choose, of all things, Samantha Grouche? That bitch is trouble in a lunch box. He always just seemed to pick the bad girls...then again she had no room to talk. Her list of exes and crushes were just as bad; drug dealers, delinquents, drop outs, you name it, she dated it.
Kara sighed once more as she trounced over to the sink, eyes flicking up to the mirror in front of her. Her hazel eyes were dim, dark circles present under both; she was exhausted. She glanced at her watch. They had been away from the bus for an hour now; she was sure their professor was having an aneurism at the fact that three students had just vanished out of nowhere. She focused back on the mirror and frowned, pulling at her tangled and disheveled locks. Kara pulled at the two hair bands on her wrist, and then swiftly pulled her hair into two sections at the back of her hair. She hadn't worn her hair in pigtails since she had been in elementary school. Charlie would get a kick out of it, she thought with a grin.
"Hey Charlie, check out my new do—Charlie?" She stopped midway as she opened the door. She was met with silence; there was no sign of her best friend. "Charlie?" A slight amount of panic set in to her voice. She dashed over to the door, heart racing.
There was nothing but fog.