Adnai

I was a child soldier. I'd been blown up in battle, though I don't know it happened or why. My primary caretaker, a man I'd known for years, was hovering over me as I woke up. IVs and tubes were stuck into my arms, and it hurt to even turn my head to look at him.

"You've been out for a while," He said softly, "How are you feeling?"

I grunted in acknowledgement. Of course I wasn't feeling good. I'd probably been shot and blown up to kingdom come.

"Here. I have to adjust the medicine. You're going to be out of it for a while, okay?" He did, and instantly I felt pain shooting down my arm. I hiccupped in agony for a moment, but then I relaxed and the pain died off. Another doctor entered my field of vision - my doctor's colleage.

"So she's the child soldier I've been hearing about, huh?" He said, brushing some of my hair out of my face.

"Yes. She's the only one to have survived the conditioning and training. She's WAR's Patient Zero."

"I bet she's a sight to see in battle. Elegance and grace and all that."

"If you're into watching children murder, then sure."

The other doctor scoffed lightly, and my primary doctor looked down at me before patting me on the shoulder gently, "It'll be a while before you're back in action. Just rest now, okay? I've got to go fill out some paperwork."

Then he left, and I laid against the bed, silently willing the pain to go away. The other doctor was back in my line of sight again in no time. He placed a mask over my face.

"Some people just can't appreciate a good power when they see one. Don't worry, dear. I'll make sure you're put to good use."

He gassed me, then, and I dozed off, unable to help myself. I felt strong arms lifting me out of the bed and unplugging the IVs and needles. But by then I was too asleep to care.

There was a large group of us that were in a bus. Almost convientely, the bus decided to break down and we crashed - right outside of Silent Hill. A group of sixteen of us wandered into the town, but I felt very wary. It was almost snowing outside - it was ash - but the buildings looked to be about half-destoyed and there was not a single person in sight. I wanted to leave the town, but the group convinced me to keep moving on. Eventually we entered a building, and the group got into a small arguement.

Go find residents of this own,

Or.

Leave.

I was in full support of the latter option, and did not hesitate to say it. But the group ignored me, and soon they left, leaving me with only five people. A girl clung to my leg and buried her head into the fabric of my pants. A teen, roughly my age, looked at me.

"I don't like this place. It gives me the creeps."

I nodded my head at her, "Good. Hold that close. That'll get us the hell out of here."

"No it won't," Came a new voice. A girl's voice. I turned around and found a very grungy, dirty girl standing behind us. She reeked of power, and I cringed away from it subconsciously.

"The Red God senses sin, and he's moving to deliver just punishment. . . He wants something. Silent Hill is his home."

The town's name. I shivered at the thought of the "Red God." Anything with the name God in the title was not a good sign. As I suspected, this town was filled with creepy people.

"I'll take you to safe haven." I believed the girl - knew I could, on some level - and after a short trek further into the building, she admitted us into a room that just had some tables and chairs. As soon as she closed the door, the building began to shake and everything warped to the Dark Time.

I closed my eyes, because somehow, I'd felt like I'd been here before. Alessa was standing in front of me when I opened them again.

"I can help you leave." She suggested, voice echoing in the caged room we were now in. I nodded my head, and soon the three of us (me, Alessa, and the other teen girl), were talking about the best ways out of Silent Hill. Eventually, however, I felt a shiver crawl down my spine.

Alessa walked over to the door, peeked out into the hallway, and softly muttered something beneath her breath.

"The Red God approaches. We must go. My power and his are evenly matched, and with you, I would not be able to win."

I nodded my head, shuffled the rest of the group through the other door, and as soon as I was about to close it, I got my first glimpse of the Red God. Pyramid Head. I shut the door and ran down the hallway like the rest of my group, and we soon found ourselves climbing up a staircase.

"What's he after? We haven't sinned." I said as I picked up a girl and threw her over my back. She was light, so I was able to run just as quickly. She'd been falling behind.

"He wants something. Craves it. It would tip the balance in his favor. . . I do not want that."

She stopped, and I realized why she had. There was a room, filled with. . . Medical garbage. But everywhere else was blocked off. She gestured for us to get in, and we did. It was digusting, it had used needles, but we did. I hid the girls before I crawled into the garbage, and suddenly Alessa was laughing, frolicking about and singing, "where are they? Where have they gone?"

I heard the screech of a sword as it was drawn close, and my back began to itch. It hurt. I bit my lip and watched as Alessa looked up at Pyramid Head and grinned.

"I just don't know." She said cheekily. He groaned angrily in response before turning away. The fierce pain in my backside relieved itself almost immediately. I groaned in relief.

We were safe - for now.

I was with Ominae Yu at this archelogical dig site. We were moving to the back of the room, where a man was trying to access a power core of some kind. We passed a room full of mirrors, a room full of chests, and another room I don't remember too well. Upon reaching the back, however, the man we'd been trying to stop turned around and flashed us a wicked grin.

"You can change it all, Ominae," He said, moving his hand, "Everything. Cosmos. Your mother and father. It can all go to the way it was supposed to be. This place has the power to change time. Events. History itself."

A mirror began to flash with Ominae's memories, to the most significant parts in his life. He stared at it, and eventually his eyes got all blank and he reached forward. I wasn't sure if he was possessed or hypnotized or whatever, but I rushed forward and latched onto him.

"Don't! Ominae, if you change the past, there's no telling what could happen! It could make things worse."

The man got angry at me, strode forward, and knocked me away from him. Ominae reached forward again to touch the mirror, but this time I screamed.

"OMINAE!"

That seemed to snap him out of it somewhat, because he paused, and the mirror started to crack. The man growled and rounded on me angrily, but not before I scrambled up to my feet and tried to run. He didn't chase me, but instead looked to Ominae - and Ominae did.

I raced back through the rooms, trying to stay a foot ahead of my Spriggan bodyguard. Eventually I made it to the room with the chests, and I hid as Ominae went about tearing through them. Something in my pocket vibrated, and I reached down to find Ominae's communicator. It was Jean.

"Jean, Ominae's gone all crazy and I can't stop him."

Jean might have said something, but I don't know what. In the next second Ominae was there, flipping over my cover and grabbing me around the waist. I dropped the communicator and struggled against him. He started to pull me back to the room where the man was waiting, and I just knew that the reunion was not going to be a pleasant one.