[You must be registered and logged in to see this image.]With each day, things got worse. More people on his operating table died with his hands on the other side of the scalpel. It wasn't as if it was Dr. Ryan Sterling's concentration that was the problem; something around him wasn't right. Everywhere he went he felt an uneasy presence...a ringing in his head....like someone was calling out to him. He didn't make mention to it with his fellow staff members, not wanting to be put on forced leave because he could be getting "sick". However, he didn't feel sick--he had no symptoms that alerted him...he just felt...felt...he couldn't describe it.
Nonetheless, Dr. Sterling kept track of the incidents as they came; with a trembling body, he'd sit in the locker room of his hospital, scribbling with chicken scratch handwriting across the pages of the notebook what he was experiencing. Loud sounds that only he seemed to hear; a little boy's and a woman's face appeared every so often in his mirrors, staring at him in a plea for help; dream like states where he wander through a home and a neighborhood he didn't know; wake up in the middle of the night to find a dead woman lying next to him only to scream himself awake from the nightmare.
He knew these things weren't normal, but his mind wouldn't settle on him going "crazy"; stress was a major factor for nightmares and playing tricks on the mind, and being a surgeon stress was no stranger to him. He'd always write down the events of the day, including the experiences, to record how much stress he was handling on himself. But every day was a stressful day for Dr. Sterling.
Then the start of this day came: he woke up in the morning free of nightmares; he got ready for his day to find no faces lingering in the mirrors; he drove to his work, checking the side and rearview mirrors to see the absence of the little boy's face; he drove to the Alchemilla Hospital, no ringing in his head, no disturbing sense lingering around him, no paranoia to haunt him for the day to come.
Dr. Sterling parked his car in the staff parking lot, glancing over to the other few cars that were parked, recongizing a few of the license plates and which cars belonged to which doctors. He slipped out of his own car and moving to the back of his car, opening the trunk to remove his duffle bag that contained a change of clothes and a pair of shoes; he opened it to remove his name tag and clipped it on his scrubs breast pocket. He hooked the bag over his shoulder, zipping it up as he closed the trunk of his car.
Dr. Sterling moved towards the side entrance of the hospital, the automatic doors opening up as he closed the distance to them. When he stepped into the ER waiting area, he saw there were no nurses or even people waiting to be called on for an appointment; he paused, glancing over the area before humming.
"Must be renovating this area..." he muttered to himself, moving past the nurses' station to enter the ER hallway. He took a chancing glance over his shoulder to make sure there were no other persons hanging around that had made the same mistake he did.
The walk down the empty hall seemed longer than it should have been, though Dr. Sterling only assumed that for there was the absence of life all together. He knew no hospital should ever be this empty, but he kept the thought of renovation fresh in his mind. 'Maybe I didn't get the word this wing was under construction,' he thought to himself, moving towards the locker room in hopes there would be a sign that would direct him to the proper place.
Dr. Sterling moved up to his appointed locker room to see the door bare of any informing paper; with a slight frown, he pushed open the door of the locker room, glancing around in hopes to find someone. "Hey...hey is anybody..." when his voice was echoed back, he trailed off. He moved in towards his locker, setting his bag down on the bench. He released a faint sigh, slowly seating himself down on the bench, "Let's hope they don't have plans to knock this wing down," he said softly, opening his duffle bag to remove his notebook and pen.
Dr. Sterling began to write, though his body was more stable than it has been compared to the last few days. 'Day 5, August 23, 2004. Nothing happened so far. No nightmares, no faces, no dead people. A little rest was all I needed and I'll be good to go.' Dr. Sterling glanced around himself, sighing once more before turning his attention back to the notebook, 'But I did find myself stuck in a renovation wing of the hospital. Will try to find a way out. Just hope they don't have serious plans to take out the wing before I can find a way out.'
Dr. Sterling closed his notebook and tucked it in his breast pocket along with the capped pen. He stood up, taking a step forward to reach his locker in front of him; he lifted the lock and began to enter the combination to open it. At the slightest pull of the locker, a sordid stench rushed into his nose; he gagged, lifting his hand to block the smell from reaching his nose any further. Quickly, Dr. Sterling opened the door to investigate, only to find a rotting corpse, bound up and hanging from the top of the locker.
Dr. Sterling gagged even more so, shutting the door; he huffed, his eyes glancing around to see there were any more bodies he hadn't quite noticed. 'Crime scene' he thought to himself. 'Maybe...maybe...' he huffed against his hand that still covered his mouth and nose. He couldn't think anymore, if this was a crime scene, he wanted to get out before he would be spotted and charged with obstruction of justice.
Dr. Sterling grabbed his bag and ran out of the locker room, closing the door tightly behind him; he gasped for fresh air, shaking his head to get the awful smell and taste away from his body. He shook off the feeling, trying to focus on getting himself out of here; he pushed off from the door and darted the way he came, though the farther he ran the darker the area became.
He slowed down, looking over his shoulder and around, slowly stepping further into the darkness. 'What happened to all the light--' his foot skidded down a bit, and he lost his balance, falling backwards. Thankfully, something caught him before he fell completely forward; turning carefully around to face what caught him, he looked up to see only darkness. However, as he pulled back a red light flashed on and a jerking bloody bag was meat hooked to the ceiling. Groans and whimpers cried out from within the bag as it jerked restlessly behind a grated fence.
Dr. Sterling gasped, pulling back quickly and looking over the frightening sight. The red light started to fade, pulling the doctor back into darkness; he yelped in fright, hurrying to get on his feet and darting back towards the locker room and the light.
He ran passed the locker room, glancing over his shoulder to make sure there was nothing following him. He sprinted down the hall until he was far enough and out of breath; he leaned against a wall, huffing heavily in attempts to gain his composure. His eyes drifted down to see blood and rust over his blue scrubs and on his hands; he jerked slightly, wiping the blood from his hands.
"T-that...ma-man..." he looked back towards the way he came. His compassionate side was shining through, though he had a very strong feeling whatever was in that bag wasn't human.
Soft clicks heard further down the hall that went straight towards the operating rooms; this had peeled his attention away from the jerking bag and towards the sound. He pushed off of the wall, wiping his hands once more on his scrubs, "Hello?" he called out, taking small steps towards the sound. At the far end of the hall was the operating room entrance and he could see a dim, flickering light on the other side of the doors...and a moving shadow. "Hello??" he called out again, moving quicker down the hall towards the doors.
The operating doors opened up automatically as the limping figure came closer to them; he stood up straight, examining the figure to see it was a female. "Oh thank god I found someone--miss, I think this is a crime scene...or something...we should really get out of here. I can escort you--are you a doctor or are you a patient..?"
As he came closer he took notice that the woman was wearing an older nurse's uniform dress and the cap. He frowned, furrowing his brows, "Uh...miss..? D-do you work here..?" The limping nurse came forward, her face was slashed up, her eyes dug out and her mouth slit open. He gasped, running forward once he saw she was injured, "Miss! You need medical attention immediately, I'm a doctor, I can provide so--" before he could even continue, the limping nurse threw her hands out to him, grabbing at his throat. Immense strength and pressure was pushed on his trachea, blocking his airway. He gagged, moving his hands to grab at the nurse's wrists and attempted to push her off; his sight blackened as the grip grew tighter and tighter. This woman wanted to kill him...really kill him.
Dr. Sterling's knees gave way and he fell to the floor, his own strength depleting from his body. Pressure was filling up in his head, his brain suffocating from lack of oxygen; his hands lost their grip upon the nurse's wrists and fell to his sides. The urge to breathe in oxygen disappeared and he fell to his side once the nurse released his throat.
[You must be registered and logged in to see this image.]'In your mind's eye lives a memory
Hard to find, blinded by sorrow
And her cold voice sings a melody
Hear her sing, hell frozen rain falls down...'Dr. Sterling was woken to a woman's voice singing over the sound of a guitar and drums playing--music. His eyes snapped open and he sat up, slipping from the bench that kept him up; he slid down the side of the bench, landing on his bum and glancing over the area he was in. The lights were dimly lit, a giant comparison from what had occurred a few moments ago--'or was that a dream..?'
He pulled out his notebook and pen from his pocket, taking notice his scrubs weren't covered in blood and rust. 'Dream, it had to be a dream.' Nonetheless, he flipped over the notepad and began to scribble down what happened quickly, trying to get all it all in at once without having to pause from the fear that started to shake his body. Sweat dripped down his eyebrows and blurred his vision momentarily; he lifted up his wrist and wiped his brows to remove the built up of cold sweat.
'In your mind's eye lives a memory
Hard to find, blinded by sorrow
And a strange voice sings a melody
Hear it sing, hell frozen rain falls down
Everything is wrong
This is not my home, is it?
Do I know your face?
Does my mind wish to forget?'No matter how much Dr. Sterling tried not to pause, he couldn't stand to keep writing; he huffed and turned his face into the crook of his arm, whimpering faintly. He'd been around death long enough to with stand seeing a lifeless corpse, but he never once felt so close to death as he just had. Shaking his head, he allowed himself to calm down, to listen to the music.
'Our safe hearts feeling dangerous
Missing truth frozen in lies
Is your family just a memory?
Once again, hell frozen rain falls down
Of all these pieces of broken dreams
This one that scares and confuses me
If all these things that you say are true
You should be someone I always knew
In your mind's eye lies a memory
Hard to find, blinded by pain
And--father sings a melody
Hear him sing, hell frozen rain
Our safe hearts feeling dangerous
Missing truth frozen in lies
Are your loved ones just a memory?
Burning pain, hell frozen rain falls down
Down...
Life is cold here. Empty hallowed ground
In my head blood-colored rain falls down'His head lifted up and looked about for the source of the music, his blood freezing to the last lyrics. A cold shiver went down his spine when the music just suddenly stopped and silence overcame the area. Gaining his composure, Dr. Sterling examined the room he was in, seeing he was in the doctor's lounge; empty as it was, it was a safe haven for him nonetheless.
Dr. Sterling slowly stood up from the ground, taking timid steps away from the bench towards the coffee machine; he tried to work it though the electricity was out...or the machine was broken. "Just my luck," he grumbled. He looked around, taking notice of the vending machines; he moved towards them as he pulled out his wallet. He slipped in the appropriate amount of change to get a coke, but the machine just ate his money.
"You got to be kidding me," he hissed. He kicked the vending machine out of frustration, only to hear a thud at the bottom slot; curiously, Dr. Sterling bent over and fished out a can of coke. "Thank you, Jesus," he muttered softly, cracking the can open to see it was empty. There was silence as he stared within the cup, unable to believe this was his luck. He threw down the can only to hear a rattle within it as it smashed against the ground; Dr. Sterling furrowed his brows and moved towards it, picking it up and shaking the can.
A key fell from the can and into his open palm; on the key ring was a piece of red plastic that read: Examination Room 2. 'How did that get in here..?' Lifting his head, Dr. Sterling looked out the window, though he froze to see the ponderous sight outside. Snow drifted down from the clouded sky, laying over the frozen over city that looked as if it had been frozen for decades. "Snow in August???" he questioned aloud, hurrying to the window and tried to the open it but it was shut closed. "Damn it...maybe the Rapture came and gone when I was asleep," he half mused, though hoped that wasn't the case.
His eyes fell down to look at the examination room key within his hand; he had nowhere else to go. He turned to the bench to pick up his duffle bag that was set at the head of the bench upon the ground; he slung it over his shoulder and left the lounge, closing it behind him. Dr. Sterling looked up and down the hallway of the burn unit wing of the hospital, still unnerved by how empty the hospital was. Looking ahead he saw the map of the hospital on a board; he knew the Alchemilla Hospital by heart, though he took the map from the board anyway to be safe if they did do some renovations without him know.
Dr. Sterling started down the hallway, checking each door that he had passed by to see if they were open or if anyone was within the rooms; so far all the doors were locked. From this, he used his pen to make motion of all the doors that were shut tightly or the handles were broken. He went all the way down the hall until he reached the patient's ward of the burn unit; the door was wide open, giving the doctor some hope.
"Hello?" he called out as he moved towards the door, opening it up and looking over the ward. "Hello? Is anyone here? I'm a doctor and I know my way around this place." He moved cautiously down the ward, looking over beds that looked as if they had been laid in but with dead weight to make an indentation.
He wasn't sure if he fell down the rabbit's hole...or the rabbit's hole came to him. Either way, he wanted to get out of his topsy-turvey place.
[OOC: HOORAY!!!! I completed 8 pages worth of writing XDDD. So yeah, Dr. Ryan Sterling is another victim of Silent Hill 8D <3 The story line will unfold with the process of writing XD.
I need someone to play a patient of the burn unit, who will not look burned at all. It could be either male or female and they can be in the age range of 7-30.
If you don't want to create your own character, I do not mind at all of you playing one of the older heroes, but they will have to be in the burn unit.
I also don't mind if you wish to play Alessa XDD that's totally cool in my books as well~
I would like this to be mature for gore, language, and disturbing imagery. Descriptive please. You don't have to write as much as I do, but I would like you to describe a bit of the area if you're in lead, the monsters they encounter if you want to make some, and a bit of your character's past. You don't have to unfold everything at once, I didn't XD and I won't XD but enough so there will be hints and clues along the way XD.
There can be romance if the age is reasonable~ I don't care if you want yaoi or straight XD I just won't have my character being in love with a kid under the age of 17. ]
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