Author's Notes:

Come one guys, this is simple and I like how only one person got it. We are in the past of right now.

Little shorter but hey, I did it didn't I?

My eyes open and the first thing that greats me is darkness. I feel... heavy, and tried to take a look around my surroundings. I felt a breeze pass by me and the darkness blew away with it. I looked around and saw that I was crucified on a metal cross. My arms were tied up by barbed wire and a large metal rail spike was stabbed through my feet. In my chest, a spear-like blade was dangling out, and as I looked down, I saw her. The bane of my existence, and also the one who gave me life as it were. She made the weapon, and I was to fulfill its duty.

Alessa. The Goddess of Silent stood below me.

"Well? Aren't you going to say something?" She asked, he voice echoing around us. A pained moan escaped my throat. She knew I could not talk, so why ask a stupid question like? She slowly began walking around the cross before stopping in front of me again. "There is a trespasser here in Silent Hill once again. I want you to find her and kill her." She commanded. In defiance I looked away. The look on her face became of pure rage, and the barbed wire cut deeply into my arms. My moan echoed off the walls of what I think was a church.

"You will do as you are told! You may be a King here," She grabbed my helmet and drug it down so I was face to face with her. "but you are my Pawn! What is a King to a God?" She asked, rhetorically of course but I answered her as best I could with my own question.

"WhAT IS a GoD tO A NON-BeLIever?" I choked out, my voice hoarse and my throat burning with a coppery taste. She snarled at my as I felt the wire go over my throat and start to constrict. Her snarl quickly turned into one of thought, then she smiled and the barbed wire and cross were gone. I fell to the ground, panting heavily, I tried to grip my chest, but found myself once again unable to move. I looked up from my helmet and saw Alessa holding the Great Knife.

She had gotten stronger.

"What happened to you? You used to be my protector, now you're defying me." She said, puzzled by my rashness. "Why?"

I couldn't talk anymore, my throat burned too much and my head swam in pain. Dragging my finger in the dirt as best I could, I wrote my answer out to her.

"THOSE WHO COMMIT YOUR SINS MUST BE PUNISHED."

"I am aware of this."

"SO YOU MUST BE PUNISHED FOR COMMITTING THOSE SINS."

In the dark silence, a small chant could be heard within the fog.

"...rn ...ch!"

"...urn th... itch!"

"Burn the witch!"

Alessa clamped her hands on her ears as the chanting continued, and I felt my body loosen. Standing up, I looked for the Knife. I saw it next to her, buried in the ground, and as quickly as I could, made a grab for it.

"NO! I AM NOT THE DEMON! YOU ARE, YOU ALL ARE!!" Alessa screamed and I was pushed back as the wave of her power shot out of her. The darkness quickly took over the preachers and cultists, turning them and changing them into Alessa's own sick and twisted creatures. Siam's and Schism's milled around before scattering, and Lurkers and Needlers quickly scuttled away. I felt the heat of flame around my body and looking up I could see why.

Alessa's body was charred and cindered, her hair was no where to be found, and red cracks could be seen in her skin. It looked as if she turned back into a child. I felt... ashamed.

Crawling on my knees, I slowly made my way towards her. "There, there... I won't let anything happen to you..." I said, my voice turning back to normal... Sorta.

It was my voice, but it wasn't my voice. Alessa only snuggled closer to my chest. My whole body changed then. My helmet was gone, my skin was no longer rotting or scabbed, I was wearing normal clothes, and... I remembered things I shouldn't of.

I remembered graduating collage, how I met Dahlia, we... oh god...

I was a father.

Alessa's father.

My original plan was to overthrow Alessa and take back Silent Hill, but now... while I wasn't her father, and she wasn't my daughter, she still looked at me as one. Actually, I don't think she knows that I'm from another Earth that doesn't have a place called 'Silent Hill'. Regardless, I carefully hugged her closer to me before she fell asleep and she was beginning to change again. Her hair grew back, her skin healed, and her clothes came fluttering back on. I felt so bad making her relive her fears... I heard a scrape behind us, and turned to see the Missionary and Dahlia's sister, Christabella.

"Why do you aid her?" Bella asked.

"Why are you still alive?" I asked back at her, knowing all too well what happened to her. "And you..." I pointed at the Missionary. "I... Pyramid Head killed you." It only snarled back at me raising it's bladed arm. "What's a mob to King?" I asked, rhetorically of course, but I still got an answer.

"A waste of good resources is what that is. Why waste all that time in being a mob when there's a witch to burn?" Bella said, pointing at Alessa again. I grabbed the Knife from the ground and held out in front of me unsteadily. "Back off. You will not hurt my daughter again. She is in enough pain knowing that you two are here." I felt Alessa snuggle up against me in fear and held the blade a little bit more steadier than before. "You have till the count of three..."

"One..." The blade glowed a dull blue.

"Two..." I felt it get heavier, and the blade itself suddenly changed shape for a KABAR look to a Bowie knife look.

"THR--"

"Fine. Come, we must prepare another ceremony." Christabella said, walking away followed by the Missionary. The Knife fell to the ground and I got a good look at it. The handle was slightly curved, the new guard had what looked like a finger guard so I wouldn't cut myself swinging it around. All in all, it was big. Bigger than before. Stabbing it into the ground, I picked up Alessa and rested myself leaning up against the Knife, promising her that I would protect her know matter what the cost.