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A.N: Like Light's story 'The Taking Town' this has two endings, the chapter is the same but the end is different. You can choose one or read both, its up to you. Enjoy. Fantasy.

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Mello and Matt searched the floor for Light but aside from an open window at the end of the hall, there was no sign of the male at all. "Where could he have gone?" Asked Matt when they met up on the second floor.

"Maybe he had somewhere to be?" Replied Mello.

He knew better, sure, Light could be on the other side with as much White Claudia as he's inhaled. But there's also a good chance he wasn't that far under and is now somewhere sleep walking. That could be far more dangerous than being swept up. That puts you in the real world but you're moving around as if you're in the other. That's how normal people get shot. That's how you get hit by a car and believe it to have been a monster. Dead as half the town is, you still exist as if you were in any normal world. And Mello can't imagine what jail must be like, if the abandoned prison beneath the History Museum is anything to go by, that's where the real coocs hang out.

"Alright," Throwing his hands up, he plops them down onto his lover's shoulders. "I know you're gonna leave tomorrow, but maybe you could spend some of the day with me before you go?"

"Doing what?"

"I have a job,"

"Yeah, that thing at the police station, you do that at night. I can't go."

"No, not that job. Someone hired me to make a mural at the old elementary school."

"You draw?"

"Constantly." He traces his finger along Mello's neck, used to the burn that runs a little along the path to his shoulder.

He wondered how it had gotten there, but Mello claims that it was from a fire that happened at his old apartment. And Matt is very sure that no such fire took place, so he leaves it alone now. However it got there, Mello believes its none of his business and it shall remain so.

"What do you think I'm doing to you everytime we're naked?"

Being smart, Mello smirked then said. "Getting over a childhood issue with touching people."

And he poked him in the gut. "I'm drawing tattoos, you dick." Smiling, he places a kiss to the blond's neck. "You really should let me give you one, I'll get the mirror image of it."

"Yeah, trust you with a needle near me.... sounds like a bad idea."

"I may be a lot of things, but I don't do injections."

"Mhm." He starts down the hall for the elevator. "I'll be there, but don't expect me to help you with anything. I can't even draw stick figures without making one limb longer than the other, and if you want a face on it, it'll come out microscopic."

Matt laughed at the idea of a large head with a tiny body and even smaller facial features.

Wrapping his arms around his lover's waist, he follows him back to his apartment.

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Sunday morning 5:22 a.m. He and Matt are in Old Town up by the elementary school. He hasn't seen Light since yesterday night when the male came over looking for help with his Mikami problem. Although, from what Matt's said, it would seem Light has found someone else in town to occupy his time. He said he was going out with some guy named L.

Ssssskiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!!!! Rattles sound after this, followed by another. Sssskiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!!!!

Matt's humming kept Mello focused from drowing in his own thoughts. It sounded like he were humming some sort of nursery rhyme. Maybe 'This Old Man' or something close to that. Weird thing about it; and believe it when he says he wanted to ignore it, is that Matt's humming would sometimes sound like more than one person. He could even swear he heard words along with it. But when looking at the red head, he'd see nothing but tightly pressed lips while he focuses on the task at hand. Leaning against his lover's car, he cocks his head to take in what of the mural had been done. He's painting a bunch of kids, holding hands and skipping. Matt's been at this for some time since there are already three kids of ethnicity done already. The next kid looked like he were going to be white.

"Can you believe this school is going to reopen?" The artist says randomly.

"Why was it closed?"

"Some kid was disposing of his classmates- at least- that's what rumors say." Matt shrugged. "Anyone who survived the onslaught said it was a classmate named Beyond."

"Like the serial killer?"

"Mhm. One other girl called him..... shit, it was on the news all the time back then. Why can't I remember the name?"

Mello smiled at Matt as he scratched his head in thought over all his tour guide tales. His teal gaze followed the buildings length to the front door. He perked up when he spotted someone beyond the glass window of the double doors peeking out at him. Shooting a glance to Matt who was firing off names that might sound close to or possibly be the culprit's other name, Mello pushed himself from his lean on the hood of the car and started for the door. It was a stretch that it was an actual person who'd been peeking at him, but like he said, since Light went ahead and fucked everyone over by snagging Mikami from his position in this world the darkness comes and goes as it pleases.

So where it could be a man, it could also be a monster. He touched his lower back to be sure his guns are with him. The metal, warmed by his body heat, pressed deeper into his skin on contact. Shoving his hands against the long thick bar attached to the door, he pressed his weight into it, surprised that it gaveway to his advancement. He felt an instant chill run up his spine once the thick metal door closed behind him. Glancing over his shoulder, he made a mental note that he can't see Matt from where he is, but from a window he'd have perfect view of the red head. If he can still see Matt outside, he should be alright while looking around.

He had a pretty fucked up dream a month back. He woke up to the smell of smoke, it was suffocating his lungs, and stinging his eyes. He slammed himself into this wall and that- he was trapped in a cell! A small, concrete room that seemed to be almost a little niche in the wall. The only thing that gave him hope was the door before him, it had a small round window in it. Surely someone would pass by and see him inside.

"Help! Help me!" He'd banged on the metal door, screaming and coughing.

There were people outside of the door in a larger room, all watching him through the glass, but none close enough to see the anguish on his face. Where the smoke was coming from, he didn't know. But when it got hot, the panic really sank in, and he screamed and hollered, and even went as far as to slam himself into the door.

Hoping his weight would push it open, but it dawned on him that he was shorter than usual. Very short, kid short. Was he a child? He stood on his tip toes to try to catch his reflection in the window, and to his horror he saw that it was not his face reflecting back at him, but Matt's! As if the realization made it all the more real, his body moved on its own accord standing up and moving over to the window again.

"Mommy! Mommy! Help me!" He cried as he banged on the glass.

A woman made eye contact, but looked away as tears fell from her eyes. Flames licked at his back just then, and smacking himself against the door, he felt the panic, he felt the heat, he felt his throat tear as he screamed when the flames engulfed him.

When he woke up the next morning, he questioned Matt about his childhood, he both remembered and didn't remember it very clearly. He was seven when his mother dropped him off at his grandmother's, said she just scooped him up and headed off as if they were hiding out and running away from something. He never questioned it, just knew that he'd never seen his mother again after that.

Being in this school foyer felt a lot like that dream. Sufficating and ominous. Only he isn't asleep. He hasn't been smoking anything other than nicotine. And he has two guns in the ready incase there's trouble. So he felt strength brace him as he shoved open the door that would put him directly in the school building. Even in daylight it was strangely dark inside; Mello looked from left to right wondering which way the intruder would go.

The white tiled linolium floor is polished pretty nicely, for the school to be abandoned. They really must be prepared to re-open it. Even the wooden counter-esque desk in the front office has a nice finish to it. It was weird that a slew of paperwork remained scattered and untouched about the little opened room. As if the place had just opened its eyes to being inhabited again, and returned everything to the way it was before anyone had ever left it. But why would a school just be up and abandoned due to a seriel killer? Wouldn't he just follow his classmates to the next building?

A huge white light caught Mello's peripheral vision, he turned his head in time to see a large white ball drift from one of the rooms down the hall and out through the ceiling. Shortly after that a kid emerged from inside; he has white hair- snow white hair! He looks about 12 years old, maybe younger, Mello had to ponder this when the boy turned his head and looked his way; smirking, he floored it through a pair of double doors.

"Wait!" Hurrying after the kid, he nearly collides with the door it slammed in his face so abruptly. Grabbing the long bar, he gave it a tug but it didn't give. The kid locked it! "What the hell?" Turning his head to the room the young boy had just exited, he spots a woman in the corner, her face and body pressed into the wall where the two ends meet.

Opening the door, a quick glance around he identifies that its a nurses' office; and the slumped form in the corner is the school nurse. "Hey, lady." Striding over to her, he grabs her by the shoulders. "Are you alright?"

But when he turned her around, he sees that her eyes are completely blank, whited over, devoid of anything that ever was or ever would live again. He pondered calling the police, getting an ambulance for her or something. Did that kid do this? And how? It didn't seem possible to just.... what- rob a body of its soul, and sight? Mello laid the woman out down on the floor. It was the least he can do than to have her pressed into the wall like some old prop from a movie. Walking back through the room, he came upon the double doors again.

Raising his leg, he slammed his booted foot into the jamb of the doors; it rattled hard before it gave on the second kick and the doors knocked open. The hall houses a few doors that undoubtedtly were classrooms. Problem was where, had that kid run off to?

"I'm not a bad guy....." He spoke to the air. "So, you don't have to worry. Just come on out, and I'll see that you get home." Mello walks up the hall peeking into the thin rectangle window panes for movement. He saw none. Damn. He should have followed him a lot faster.

Why would a young boy be walking around inside an abandoned school? Is he dead? Cursed to walk the school grounds forever.... He's never seen it, but he's read about it once or twice. He and Matt were looking into it and ghost stories were aplenty from all over the world.

"Little boy!" He called out.

A door slammed from upstairs. Rushing to a row of stairs, he darts up the first seven, turns on the landing then sprints up the next eight to the second floor. Talk about a difference in interior. This part of school has seen better days. Its darker too; didn't the designer ever hear of having a window in the hall? Spotting a light switch he flips it up. Nothing. Down. Up. Down. Up. It was official, there is no electricity in this part of the building. Wonderful. And he didn't feel he needed to bring his penlight with him today either, because its daylight! Grabbing the knob of a classroom door, he pushes it open.

Walking in, he strolls across the spacious room: desk sit neatly in a row before the thick wooden desk in front of the classroom, the chalkboard still had an assignment written on it. Science. A tack-board even had drawings of plants and atoms stuck to it. A few lockers in back. A chair's legs screeched when he shoved it aside to make his way through the row of desks; getting to the window he looks down into the front yard, spotting Matt still down below spray painting, he lets out a relieved breath. Turning the lock over, he gives the window a tug but it won't open.

Muttering bitterly over the situation, he bangs his hand into the glass. "Matt! Matty!" He called down. The red head looked left, right, then up. "I'm up here! Look right!" He waved his arms in a scissoring motion to get the male's attention.

Taking a step back, Matt shields his forehead. "What are you doing in there?! Using the toilet?!"

He could barely make out what Matt said, but he called down anyway. "I'm chasing this kid! Did you see him come out?!"

Unsure of what it was that Mello had said exactly, Matt replied. "Just me!" He shakes his head. "Better get out of there, though, its supposed to be haunted!"

"Yeah right, you know I don't believe in that stuff!" He lied. Because with each passing month he was beyond a believer. He could re-write the books. "I'm gonna look around for the kid a little more, then I'll be right out!"

"Okay! Oh, and hey?!" He called up before Mello could disappear. "I remembered that kid's name! It was Dineas!"

"Din-ay-es?" Mello pronounced it. "Um, thanks! I guess..." Pulling himself back from view he then turns around. Maneuvering through the desk; his hand rest down atop one when a tight fit between two desks stopped his pace.

The unusual thing about it was that his palm was not met with a smooth surface as his brain was ready to transmit. It was bumpy.... up-risen, and bumpy. Mello's back stiffened, his whole body frozen in place. His teal gaze slants, tracing from his boots, to the legs of the desk, to the corner of the desk, to where his hand is placed on the desk top..... and there.... beneath his hand..... lay another. Jumping a foot sideways, Mello slammed into the chair and desk beside him, his hand recoiled from the desk top and landed on the rim of the seat beside him to keep him supported from falling to the floor. Widened eyes look at the offending area where the hand had been resting, but to Mello's surprise there wasn't anyone sitting there!

His breaths shudder from his nostrals and throat as he tries to calm his prickled nerves. He's seeing things, that's all. There was nothing there to begin with. How could there have been? "Oh god..." Mello let his weight sag into the seat he'd just knocked into. Placing his hands to his face, he closes his eyes waiting for his breath to steady. "I'm too fucking jumpy for this." He declared to no one.

At least, he thought he was alone.... Mello didn't hear the soft foot steps creeping along the aisle of desks behind him. He didn't notice the wrinkled flesh colored mass moving his way; not until the knife in its hand raised and popped into the desk before reaching its full height. Mello looked over just in time to dodge the blade as it came swooping down on him. Hitting the floor, the condemed male reached for his guns before he could even get to his feet and upright himself to turn over. The creature had no hurry in the world, its pace was very even as he strolled through the obstructing desks to where its target lay scrambling.

The window was blocking off its main features since the early light of day was behind it, casting shadows over its front; but even with little amount of light Mello could tell that this thing wasn't human. It's naked, skin bubbled and burned up, the face was perhaps the most horrible part. Its eyes are goopy pockets from where the eyeball ruptured in the heat- if it were burned at all, that is- the nose gone, ears gone, and the mouth was deformed shut but it twisted and knotted around as if it wanted to open up and speak but the only thing that came out was some weird dolphinesque sound, or maybe a dozen broken jack-n-the-boxes all being cranked at once under water.

The knife scraped against another desk when the child-sized creature tried to strike Mello again. He was literally being cornered; doing little to stand himself upright and instead was scooting his heels against the floor backing himself against the wall. Taking aim, he opened fire..... He thought one shot to the head would drop it easy, but the creature seemed deathless and it only roamed closer. How was that possible?! Everything could be taken out by a shot to the head! Everything!

Firing again, this time in the body, he at least saw that it could be hurt when it staggered back a step from the force of the bullet hitting organs and tugging it. Mello emptied an entire clip into the thing before finally, it fell to the floor; head down right between his leather clad legs. Mello sagged right along with his escaping breath. Shifting uncomfortably when the oozing blood squished beneath his legs and butt. Raising a knee up, he opens his eyes to make sure he had something to hold onto to help him up so that he wouldn't slip; and an odd movement from the monster caught his eye. It wasn't about to get up again? Was it? The doctors and nurses from the hospital crossed his mind, the one from the hall in particular.

Standing, Mello loomed over the child-sized thing and slammed his boot down hard into the wriggling worm in its back. He stomped the thing until the pool of blood almost covered the entire back of the room. Holding onto the protruded trim of the tack board for help, Mello takes a step out of the mess. A chill ran up his spine, like it would if a window were left open during a cold and windy winter day.

The lockers in the back of the room began to rattle and shake as if a caged animal were inside them; and if that weren't creepy enough sounds of screams filled his ears, hollow and echoing around like it were reverb from another room and its coming from a ventalation shaft rather than being here in the room with him. He didn't wanna look. Mello didn't wanna see what was coming. But when the corner locker popped open, Mello's head turns to look over his shoulder. Curiosity is a bitch and it grabbed him by the ankles nicely and firmly to have him actually stay in a place where he knows activity is about to happen.

His eyes nearly popped out of his head when bony, pale, long fingers wrapped around the edge of the door like they could reach the other edge. It was in slow motion. The air thickened and chilled over when a boot lowered to the floor, covered in blood, the black pants tattered and worn, a blood stained long white coat- no, not a coat... it looked more like a straight jacket. Mello lost his footing when he tried to run..... he had to get away! Because exiting the locker was the man in the woods! The one who'd helped topple his car from the cliffside; his red eyes practically glowed they were so severe, even from that distance they were present.

Mello grunted when his hands and knees hit the bloody mess on the floor; humiliation a thing of the past, he crawled his way to the door and pulled it open. There was the option of shooting him, but he emptied his clip into that kid only minutes before. That kid tried to knife him, what would this guy do? Horrified, he watched from a stooped and poised to run position from the door as the man from the woods lurked over the dead body; his head bobbed from left to right as if he were drunk and trying to see something with a clear mind.

A large purplish welt lumped out from the side of his head at the temple, then another and another until this long- almost snout-like- protrution covered his entire head like a fucked up version of The Man in the Iron Mask. The monster salivated while leaning over the corpse, and the sick thing of it was that Mello heard crunching sounds mixed in with the slurpy squelch of tearing flesh. He's eating it! That picture didn't need to be painted anymore vivid and Mello flew from the classroom dodging a bunch of squeaking black mist that flew out along with him, like kids let out to recess or mist from a spray bottle. Just an unruly flurry of escape. The huddled mass in the classroom, the corpse.... it was screaming... Mello made his way out of the building as quickly as he could.

He would never unknow the things that went down inside. Never stop hearing the children singing, like they were playing jump rope, about a child who butchered people as he burst through the double doors into the foyer. "Matt! Matt!?" Whirling, he wondered where the hell that guy had run off to. He never said to leave. Checking his watch, he notes the time. 6 o'clock a.m. Where would Matt go at a time like this? Rubbing his face, he sprints up the road towards the dump. He needs something strong to drink.

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Its late Sunday morning, around nine o'clock, which is much too late for what was about to go down in Old Town. Mello still had a long trip back home to get started on, but he found himself conked out for a mid-morning nap at the dump. He didn't realize how tired he was after the school episode until he landed on the couch in the shed. When he woke up, he figured he may as well work a little since Matt took off on him, he could just leave for home directly after; Matt would understand since it wouldn't be the first time he's left Silent Hill without a physical goodbye. And when a car began to familiarly stalk him, Mello couldn't seem to shake the habit of being a nice guy, so he pulled the dump truck to a stop.

Looking out the window he rolled his eyes before exiting the car; the blue jump suit felt like loose skin on his thin frame. "What is it now? I helped you out, so get lost."

"Be lucky I don't put a bullet in your head." Light snaps while exiting his car as well. "Do you realize that I jumped out of a window to the next building? If L hadn't seen me, I could have fallen to my death!"

"How is it my fault that you started moving? I tied you down!"

"No, you tied me up. And seeing how that turned out, I'm lucky you didn't tie me down because I could have died right there when the ceiling came down into the burning room I woke up in."

Mello's teal eyes widen in shock. "You... saw the fire? Where's Matt?" Concerned and worried that Light might have done something stupid to get Matt killed, he steeled himself to the idea of knocking the man unconscious and tossing him into the trash with the rest of the burnables.

He knows Matt grew up in this town, and he knows that bad things happen when you remind the town that something is up. These thoughts began to dawn on him while he was walking back to the dump site. Maybe that freaky little child he's been seeing is the one landing all those bodies in the metal trash cans lining the street. He could be.... he could be releasing souls like one of those damn priest in the movies. He can't let that happen. Light was only supposed to be looking for Mikami. What's changed?

"At the station in Central, he's with L."

The tension leaves him instantly. "So then what do you want? Didn't you find Mikami?"

"I did, but I couldn't talk to him. I came back here to speak with Near and see if he can tell me what I did wrong."

Mello's gaze follows Light's as he looks down the road to where Levin street is. "Then what did you stalk me for?" Wonders the blond.

"Do you have any White Claudia on you?" He got to the point. No, 'just missed you' or 'heard you were in the neighborhood, and wanted to say, hi'.

"Yeah." He looks Light over suspiciously. "Why do you need it?"

"I need to go back." He starts for his car; and talking over his shoulder, he makes sure that Mello is listening. "This time I will free Mikami of this place, but I need your help getting to the otherside again."

Mello stared after Light's retreating back, then with a roll of his eyes he says a hefty. "Fine. But this is the last time." Walking back to his truck he waits for Light to lead the way to this Near's place, and he follows.

It was like some sick, ongoing, joke. This Near that Light spoke of, was the kid he'd been seeing here and there whenever he went to the other world. He's all and 4'11", white hair, very dark gray eyes that look black. His face was deadpanned to an art form, and he looked both Light and Mello up and down with all the scrutiny in the world.

"Mistake number one was getting tied up." Cocking a thin grayish brow, he asks. "Mello was it? You could have gotten Light killed by that stupid mistake; but then you didn't really know so, it really isn't your fault." Walking into his home, the boy assumed them to follow and he takes a seat on the couch; his hand reached to start up a fire engine that's on the coffee table.

"Who are you calling stupid?" Barks the blond watching the child play with his toy as if he's the only one in the room.

"The mistake." Says Near. "Do you consider yourself a mistake, Mello?" He asks calmly.

Light couldn't help but hide a snicker at the comment. From anyone else it would have come off as an insult, but from Near it just sounded as if he were talking to no one in particular.

Mello grit his teeth, fist balled.

"Did you manage to talk to Mikami?" Near focused now on Light, seeing that he'd won round one with the stranger in the situation.

"No." Light hung his head. "I did see him, though, the place where he died- its in the tower at the bridge."

"Hmm." He intones thoughtfully.

"So, what was the problem." Near is quiet a moment, then replies. "It seems that Mikami is bound in two places. Here and where you sent him after he'd missed the reset in those three months he was with you in Kanto."

'So he was the one that started the rift between here and there.' Thinks Mello glaring at Light for making his life a living hell.

This world is growing darker and darker each passing day and its all because of this nosy reporter from Japan. The time within here and there was shortening with each snow fall. Pretty soon the whole damn place will be nothing but a moving cemetery- well, of the worst kind. Seeing them as people will no longer be possible, there will be nothing but charred human's walking the earth, or those creepy headless things in the outskirts. He never understood what went on there and he didn't want to know. Having to clean up dead bodies that appear in trash cans after this Near person frees the soul from this place was enough to keep him busy for months and years. He had always wondered how it were possible for those bodies to show up. Now he knows for sure. But honestly, he never expected this kid.

The guy on the flyer was kind of a double take, but Mello just figured the flyers were some sort of reflection of the kids inner-self, a drawing, air-brushing; people wanna look good right? Mello had to mentally slap himself for complimenting the kids looks, his gaze snapping away when he caught Near watching him.

Smirking, the albino child then turns his attention back to Light. "We'll have to recover where his soul drifted to in order to get him back on the right course, once we do that you can speak freely to him; I don't need to tell you about the urgency in the matter. Only say what needs to be said, don't expand your time with him longer than it needs to be."

"I won't." Light sure sounded unsure of that.

Mello could tell that, like himself, he'd gone through something this morning and it hit him hard. He was hit pretty hard himself at the school. Digging into the pocket of his jumpsuit, Mello holds out a white stick to the child. "Here. Its the only one I have, so you'd better do this right."

"Thanks. But I won't be needing that." Damn the kid could act smug. "I can get there on my own, and I'll be taking Mr. Yagami with me."

Cocking a brow, Light parts his lips to speak but it seemed that Near was already ahead of him in thought.

"The reason I sent you to them is so that you could take care of the matter on your own; as I've told you, when we'd spoke before, you and I share a gift for seeing spirits. Only difference is that we can communicate with them, whereas others can't. You, Light Yagami, are a novice and can't manipulate the worlds as I can, so I have to help you. The reason I didn't do so in the first place is because I've never tried it with another person before" And he ignored Mello's scoff to the unspoken underlying sentence. "and it may not have worked."

"Its fine, I'm ready to go whenever you can take us there."

Listening, Mello takes that as his insentive to go. "If that's settled then I'm-..."

"No." Near says tightly. "You have to stay here. Mr. Watari, my aid, is gone for the day and I need you to watch our bodies while we're on the other-side. If we look too banged up, you'll have to wake us up manually if I can't find a way to pull out."

The two sit in a dead-locked gaze of 'are you shitting me' versus 'do as I say'. It was Mello to break contact first by walking over to an arm chair and dropping his weight down into it, he lounges in it as if it were his own; one leg draped over the arm of the chair the other leg to the floor, leaving him to look shamelessly splayed out for sex or something close to it.

"Just see that he does it this time. Yagami seems as bright as a wet sheet of paper."

"To give paper any intelligence at all leaves your own questionable." Standing from his seat, he stands before Light.

The boy missed it when Mello flipped him off as a retort. He watched as the journalist caught his breath when the child's hands come up to his temples.

"Put your arms around me."

Doing as he's told, Light wonders out loud when he notices the cock in Mello's brow. "Will this help?" He clearly felt weird holding onto an eighteen year old that looks like a fourteen year old.

"No. But I don't wanna hit the floor when we cross over." His dark grey eyes close and he breathes in deeply taking in Light's scent of sex, and natural body odor. When his senses and mind are swimming, he can feel his spirit pushing forward from his body.

Mello watches, mouth parted in shock seeing a white mist leave the child's form to go into Light's body. How can any of this be real?! If he didn't see half the things he's seen being here, he never would have allowed himself to believe this. When Near's body wilts into Light's both men remain clutched in each others arms, slumped on the couch.

Cocking his head, Mello though that the angle looked really uncomfortable and it had the chaperon wondering about moving them. He need only to lift Light's legs to lay across the couch anyway. Getting up from his seat on the armchair he stoops down and grabs the man's legs, with a grunt of complaint from the weight of legs that are officially dead-to-the-world, he moves the man's legs to rest along the length of the couch; glad when the young boy's body moved right along with the action. Although the journalist isn't that much older than himself, he looked like a father sleeping with his child in his arms.

Smiling at the thought of times he'd take a nap in his mother's arms, he returned to his place back on the armchair and pulled a candy bar from his pocket to eat while he waits. He only hoped this little trip didn't take long. He can already feel the other world scratching at the thin layer of normalcy this town allows.

Standing, he walks over to the window to look up at the sky. Clear and grey so far. Mello wondered if this was Near's doing? The kid has freaky powers that no one but the kid himself is aware of the real inner workings of. The air is so thick. Would he be pulled in unintentionally while the two of them are over there in complete control? Would he be left here, fending for himself while having to protect their bodies? Near sure made it sound that way. But everything seemed quiet for the time being. Turning, he walks back to the couch; eyeing the pair.

Light grunted in pain; and a bit of blood trickled from the child's knee, the long red trail slid all the way to his foot and the droplets fell from his toes. How was this method safer exactly? Mello can only stare in horror as blood stains Light's arm, he's even more shocked by the tear of blood running down from the man's closed left eye.

He reached out to shake them, wake them up- after all, he had agreed to watch them- but maybe they were handling things, roughly, but handling it. Last thing he wanted was more lip from the brat and angst from the grieving journalist. Better to just leave them alone. Retracting his hand, he chose pacing to occupy his time. It was an hour later when something slammed into the front door; Mello gasped out of surprise but quickly removed his revolver from the pair of jeans he's wearing under his blue work suit. Crouching beside the couch, poised to kill, he waits for whatever it is to get through the door.

The pounding was steady enough to get in time with the ticking hand of the clock that counts off seconds in the background of every home. Just when Mello was sure the creature would enter, the attempts to get inside subsided and the room grew quiet. Releasing his breath in a slow stream from his mouth, he looks at the sleeping pair wondering for the umpteenth time just how long it was going to take for the journalist to say goodbye.

The next hour came, and even from his place on the floor beside the sleeping pair he could see the snowing ash falling from the sky. The home seemed to be making itself comfortable in a memory of a former family because the couch suddenly disappeared from beneath Mello's elbow.

He swayed, but didn't fall over like some comical cartoon character who suddenly has the floor vanish from beneath him. It didn't end there, though, many things moved and shifted about the room. It was as if Silent Hill were at war with itself and couldn't decide whether it were 1997 or 2011. The coffee table went from a glass surface to wooden. It was making Mello's head spin. Twice Light and Near vanished from the room, to where, he was unsure but they would come back no worse for wear than when they had gone.

Noises from the bedroom kept Mello on high alert; but he's only one man and could not watch every aspect of the home. It was when he stood up to give his crouching legs a break from falling asleep beneath him that he was hit straight in his back by what felt like a brick while it actually had no physical form.

Mello's body moved on its own, literally it took him across the room to the kitchen where he grabbed a dish towel, wet it in the sink, and had him hurrying back through the living room where he was knocked unconscious by what felt like falling debris. Much like the possession that took over him, Mello didn't see what hit him, but he felt it. His staggering body toppled him onto the armchair where he remained knocked out cold, unaware of anything and anyone around him...

* * * * *

It was Near who woke him when the child jumped up from his unconscious state and violently started beating on Light's knocked out body. "Light, wake up! Wake up!"

Roused from his sleep, Mello sees that its completely dark outside from when the sun just went down, or maybe its been dark for a while! "What's going on?"

"Something happened, Light might be stuck." Near shouted to Mello when seeing his movements. "Help me wake him up."

Mello deadpanned, the pipsqueak medium had to be kidding? How many times was this guy gonna screw himself over, and fuck everyone else in the process? "No! Do you know what time it is? Yagami is on his own."

"Then take him with you when you leave. He can't get stuck here- go now!"

Mello was a bit taken aback by the sentimentality because, since meeting the kid, it was the most emotions he's shown. It was kind of sweet that he cared that much really. It had Mello question just how well the two knew each other. But he was sick of being bossed around by a child; regardless, he rolled his eyes as he caught himself gathering the man up from the couch, with help from the younger male. If he gets stuck here.... he'll see to it that both of their souls are eaten by that gluttonus reaper so he'll, hopefully, never see either of them again.

The siren starts blaring overhead when the front door flew open. The air has thickened with ash and black as they cross the yard swiftly to get to Light's car. At this point it will move a lot faster than a garbage truck. Pulling a handgun from the waistband of his pants, he fires at a hellhound rushing their way. The dog howled when the bullet plowed through its brain and out the other side.

Keeping his eyes peeled, the two load the spellbound man into the backseat. "Do you need a ride?" He snaps at the child, stress evident in his entire being right then. Closing the door once Light is secured, he crosses around to the driver's side.

"Don't bother with me, just get him out of here." Mello starts the car; he could feel the medium's dead-gaze on them the entire drive up the street. He was probably thinking the same thing that was going through his own mind. Will they make it out?

1 month later..........

This letter is addressed to everyone resident in Silent Hill, including myself. But before I tell you anything, I have to ask that you take a look at your life as it is and honestly answer if you're happy. Do you have kids to think of? Are you in love? If the answer is 'yes' to even the smallest of questions then please don't read any further; just be happy... and live because we were put here on this earth to feel joy, and you should keep it for as long as you can.

But then again, that's why I've written this letter, because there's something that you should know about... something going on that robs you of this joy from time to time and leaves you in a bad place; which is why I ask that you continue reading. I came to this town in search of an ex-boyfriend of mine named, Teru Mikami; he used to live in Kanto Japan, we dated for 3 months before he moved back to his hometown in Silent Hill without saying a word to me.

I was more heart broken then I ever thought I could be over someone and so when receiving a letter from him I came out here. From day one I found the place weird and unsettling but that was just my opinion since the town's people seem happy- minus the light paranoia. I've learned so much from being out here that I thought the way to help you all was to bring in groups and swarms of people who could make positive changes to Silent Hill but I was wrong. The darkness in this city would have eaten them alive.

So as I sit here in the dark, with a man I've come to love, I realize the answer isn't in bringing in more people but in reaching the people trapped inside to free them of the curse they've been placed under.

10 years ago there was a cult that met once sometimes twice a week to contact the dead through a method of inhaling a hallucinagenic plant called White Claudia. Whether or not it worked in the way they wanted it to only they know for sure, but that group led this town to its complete destruction.

One night, when the S.H.P.D. raided their usual hang out, the members went into an abandoned steelmill to continue their ritual. Using the herb once was enough but they decided to light up again and it made them insane. They attacked each other savagely, some died, others took their instability out on the location knocking over wires and melted drums of steel that were heating as they rampaged through the night; someone had accidently turned it on. The machines were old and it gave easily to its own weight. The entire place melted down and explosions started from the pressure reaching critical. Bombs shot through the air landing in every direction it could, destroying anything it touched.

Central and old town lit up in an inferno as the town lay sleeping in their beds. Some woke up from the noise and tried to escape only to meet their end upon arrival. Streets were broken, homes caved in, the one's with gas stoves exploding. The fire department tried to put out the fires but it was simply too much for them and they too were taken by the flames.

Everyone... all of you... men, women, and children... you're all dead. None survived and nothing stood. The place you live in now, is a world you remember but its all a dream brought on by the shock of your own death covering your eyes to it.

The scent of White Claudia coating your air, tourist breathe it in and end up like yourselves if they can't get free before a black hole sweeps the town back into its slumber only to have you wake and live it all over again. The outskirts were no better on that night as a madman single handedly reduced the residents within it to nothing days at a time. But the big score happened on the night of the fire when he murdered the apartment building he lived in before finally killing his self. They all slept, they knew nothing. Even his beloved brother was no match for the infection eating away at his sanity, and that infection fed off the darkness and the fear making him all the more terrifying.

L, I'm sorry, but its true. Before killing himself, you're brother killed you. I'll miss you, L, and I will always love you. As I said, I came here in search of an ex-lover whom I placed in a great deal of pain and upon freeing him, I freed myself.

I want now, to free all of you, so that you can move on to the next life and stop repeating this one. But, as for me. I have to ask myself how I feel? What I want? I am 29 year old journalist from Kanto Japan, Yagami Light...

It was because of this letter that.... everything changed. The ghostly town, once fresh with, technically, living breathing people, was now truly a ghost town. Mello returned to Silent hill Tuesday morning after receiving a letter from Light Yagami telling him that he'd planned on staying in the town with that advertizement agent named L.

L who apparently never saw the letter that dear Light wrote to the newspaper addressed to the entire town of Silent Hill.... Matt hadn't either... infact, Matt was given a letter addressed to Light's said lover while Light and Near played crusaders of the other world.

Matt was never supposed to read it, but damn the gamer was a curious son of a bitch. And no sooner had he gotten through the last word on the page did he just stop existing. His beautiful, vibrant Matt... dead.

While Light Yagami chose to return to Silent Hill permanently to be with his new lover. Mello was pissed at first, no not pissed, enraged. How dare Light do what he did and then have the audacity to reach out to him? He told Light not to fuck with Matt but he had anyway.... whether it was intentional or not. Every day he waited for his lover to call... and every day nothing came. Mello returned to Silent Hill, though, if only to maintain the memories of Matt.

But sometimes... he can swear he hears the tell-tale sounds of a handheld game being played. The tapping of the buttons, the sweeping soundtrack music. He'd even seen the glow of the little screen one night, passing through the hall of his apartment. The town itself wasn't shifting so rapidly anymore, it seemed genuinely sated with the fresh meat of Light Yagami's defeated need to stay with L.

Soon, some other poor sucker would come along.... and the nightmare would start up all over again....
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