HOMETOWN 2: Crimson Ice (Prologue) by River-Acheron, literature
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HOMETOWN 2: Crimson Ice (Prologue)
June 2013 - Two months after the events of HOMETOWN. Winter stared at his grim reflection in the cracked mirror that hung by a thread over the filthy sink in the chapel's bathroom. As icy tears ran down his 16 year old cheeks, he pondered how his life (if one could even call it that) had gotten to this point. He was broken. Utterly and completely broken. As he gazed at the pathetic reflection of a skinny, confused boy with floppy white - almost translucent - hair, button nose, and abnormally red lips, he silently asked himself how the truth he recently learned about himself was even possible. Granted, nothing about Winter was what anyone - including himself - would classify as "normal"....especially after being adopted by The Order. "It's not like they need me anyway!" he sniffled. "They're just looking to increase their numbers." That much was true. Recent events had pushed The Order even deeper into hiding. Blame it on more outsiders moving here. Blame it on an increased American
~HOMETOWN~ (Chapter 13) !!!FINAL CHAPTER!!! by River-Acheron, literature
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~HOMETOWN~ (Chapter 13) !!!FINAL CHAPTER!!!
As the jolt passed though my body at Dr. Roivas' touch, I felt myself reach out to my loved ones across the thin veil between this realm and the physical world I desperately have been trying to get back to. At that brief moment, they were all with me and I with them. It lasted but a moment, but *in* that moment, I finally learned the truth.
"Do you understand now?", asked Dr. Roivas
"Yes", I answered, crying, but strangely at peace...at least in some sense.
"Andrew is dead, and it's all my fault"
With my head clasped in my hands, I finally remembered that horrible day at Rosewater Park.
Oh D.C., do you have a quarter? I wanna make a wish a
~HOMETOWN~ (Chapter 12) by River-Acheron, literature
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~HOMETOWN~ (Chapter 12)
~Hometown~(Chapter 12)
"Regarding that, Mr. Culpa...It's time we had a little talk...."
I stepped into Doctor Roivas' office which looked exactly like it did in my dream and sat on the leather couch, trying my very best not to quiver. It all comes down to this, of that much I am certain. I watched him close the office door, compose himself, and clear his throat. He slowly walked over to the leather chair opposite of the couch and sat down with his hands folded.
"Mr. Culpa, do you know why you have been brought here today?", he asked in an authoritative, yet caring tone. This guy, whoever he is, truly wanted to help me. "Um...well, I mean, I
~HOMETOWN~ (Chapter 11) by River-Acheron, literature
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~HOMETOWN~ (Chapter 11)
~Hometown~(Chapter 11)
Rosewater Park dates back to 1921, a few years after the Little Baroness disappearance. Legend has it, that it got it's namesake from the days when Toluca Prison's executioners would wash their tools in the lake...turning the water a light rose color. As I walked through this maze-like park, I couldn't help but feel the ghosts of the past still lingering here. It seemed as if every tree...every gazebo...told some dark tale best left forgotten. In fact, since my ordeal started, this is the first time that I didn't feel totally isolated and alone. This park was alive. Not with people or fauna, but alive with memories of
~HOMETOWN~ (Chapter 10) by River-Acheron, literature
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~HOMETOWN~ (Chapter 10)
~HOMETOWN~(Chapter 10)
As the elevator descended back down to the lobby, I thought of that strange nurse. "My God...she's been stuck here since the 40's! If I don't find a way to fix things soon, could...that be me one day? While the world goes on without me, I'd be forever stuck in another dimension in 2013 for eternity!", I lamented. "Years from now, I would just be another disappearance in Silent Hill, among a long line of others. Just then, I immediately heard a high pitched screeching sound that brought me to knees. It forced my eyes shut and penetrated directly into my skull.
"Ahhh...fuck! NOW what!!??", I screamed to myself. While I k
HOMETOWN FLASHBACKS (part 1) by River-Acheron, literature
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HOMETOWN FLASHBACKS (part 1)
The wind blew especially strong on this blustery November morning. 26 year old Abagael McKeever was running late. "Shouldn't have been up so late with my fella", she told her friend Kathy. "Too late now though, isn't it?"
Kathy looked at at her friend with a smirk on her face. That was so Abagael! Throw caution to the wind and then complain when faced with the consequences. "Yeah Abby, but at least you have a fella! You so much prettier than me. I'm going to be a spinster well into the next decade."
"Relax Kathy..1920 is still two years away. I'm sure I can get you a man by then...now come on. If we wanna make the trolley, we better move our
~HOMETOWN~(Chapter 9) by River-Acheron, literature
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~HOMETOWN~(Chapter 9)
~HOMETOWN~
(Chapter 9)
It was at that moment that...once again...the door to room S-4 creaked open again. I knew this time it would not be empty.
I slowly made my way down the radically altered hellish hallway, towards S-4. From the opened door, I could see a flickering electric light come from inside the patient room, which bounced off the hallway's opposite rusted wall. Muffled was the sound of The Andrew's Sisters 'Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy Of Company B' which played eerily from the inside of patient room S-4. Although I wasn't close enough yet to see inside the room, I could feel both comfort and despair come from it at once - mixed in a
~HOMETOWN~(Chapter 8) by River-Acheron, literature
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~HOMETOWN~(Chapter 8)
~HOMETOWN~
(Chapter 8)
After the frightening encounter with the intercom system, I slowly and miserably got up and lumbered down the hallway, back to the doors leading to the elevator. I wasn't surprised to find that that were now unlocked. I creaked open the doors and made my way to the elevator. Before I hit the 2nd Floor button, however, I learned against the wall in an exhausted slump.
I cried. I cried harder than I ever have in my entire life. My world crashed down around me, I lost everyone and everything I ever cared about...including my own mind.
'I just wanna close my eyes and wish this all away', I thought to myself. 'I want every
~HOMETOWN~(Chapter 7) by River-Acheron, literature
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~HOMETOWN~(Chapter 7)
~HOMETOWN~
(Chapter 7)
*DING*
The elevator came to a stop and the metal doors swung open. I turned right, around the corner, and surrounding me was a Day Room, a door marked 'Store room', another heavy-bound door labeled 'Special Treatment Room'. On the opposite side, there was an unmarked double-door which I slowly pushed open. I slowly went inside. On the left-hand side there were numerous doors, labeled S-1 all the way to S-14.
"Patient rooms", I reasoned. I tried each door, but they were all locked and there was no hope in breaking them open.
I slowly walked down the long narrow hall, careful of every slow and quiet step I made. The
~HOMETOWN~(Chapter 6) by River-Acheron, literature
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~HOMETOWN~(Chapter 6)
~HOMETOWN~
(Chapter 6)
The late afternoon sun shined brightly and clearly on Nathan Avenue, as the day's traffic began to wind down. A black sedan came flying past the rest-stop, and turned sharply left on Neely Street, where it grinded to a halt in front of 1408. A red-headed woman in her early 30's, dressed in a suit jacket and slacks stepped out of the drivers side, while a dark haired man in his early 40's clad in a gray suit stepped out of the passenger side.
"Nice town", said the man as he took off his sunglasses, and soaked in the bucolic surroundings.
"I used to come here as a kid, with my parents", replied the red headed woman as