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Good afternoon servants.

Insomnia seems to be getting the best of me tonight.

torturousjudgement:

shinra-rufus:

Disgusting, Rufus thought. He pinched the letter carefully between his fingers as he read it, paying careful attention to the fresh ink. It burned him to his bones to be holding such filthy parchment. His eyes skimmed the first few words of the letter, and he couldn’t help but feel as if someone was playing a sick joke on him. But the mention of his mother…

No one dared speak of her. Never. No one except…his father.

“This can’t be,” a bead of sweat trickled down his forehead. “He’s been dead…for years.”

His eyes wandered down to the pocket watch. What a treasure it was. He had admired it ever since he was a young boy. He hadn’t seen it since the last day he was in Midgar before his father’s demise. It went missing after his father’s, which killed Rufus with anger. 

I have to be rational about this, he thought to himself as he dropped the paper back onto his desk. This has to be a joke. Some sick and completely out of hand joke. 

Who would be brave enough to play such tricks? No one. Everyone in right mind knew not to mess with the President. He was easily angered, and though he may not express it physically he would find some other means to express his anger. Which usually ended in the offender disappearing…

No one could have possibly slipped into my office un-noticed. His nerves began to get the best of him. What if this was real? Had his father somehow faked his death? And what’s worse…the mention of his mother. If in fact his father was alive, how dare he mention his mother. How dare he even think of her. How dare he even curse her with his presence. 

Legitimate or not I will get to the bottom of this. Looks like I’m going on a little trip.

It was by helicopter that the president of Shinra Electric was carried from the tall towers of his home to the outskirts of the land, where a truck was waiting for him, equipped with three of his prized turks for protective purposes, as well as a driver. The roads they traversed were long and few, winding in and around hills and ponds until they were so far from any major city or town that things might as well be as long-forgotten as the city of the ancients. Fog crept from all ends of the road until the truck was plowing through it, drowning in the stuff.

“Shit’s so dense we could hit a rock wall and not even know it…” the driver grumbled under his breath as he squinted and turned the heat on a little higher.

And he couldn’t be more right.

As they drove deeper and deeper into the white abyss that stretched endlessly on before them, the roads took higher ground, peering over the edge of a cliff and into a ravine through which a small creek trickled. Four quick turns became five, and then the road seemed to stretch on straight for forever. That is, until it ended altogether. As if the construction team that had built it had simply proclaimed their work done and packed up half the hillside — granite and all — and left. A massive chasm yawned just before them and, even though the driver slammed on his brakes as hard as he was able… it was unavoidable.

The truck dove into the chasm and struck the hillside four times before hitting the bottom and rolling to a stop.

One turk was missing. The other two had been killed in the crash — one decapitated by a sheet of dislodged metal, and the other leaping in front of their president just before a steel rod could impale him through the abdomen. The driver was nothing more than a pulp against the windscreen, and, at the top of the cliff from which they had driven off, there taunted a green sign that read…

Welcome to Silent Hill.

A dirt path lead away from the creek and towards what appeared to be a lakefront… though it was hard to tell in all the fog.

For a moment all he could see was darkness. “What just happened?” he thought as he attempted to adjust his eyes. A strong scent of iron overtook him as if his sense of smell had been heightened in absence of temporarily blindness. The air inside the van was heavy, as if it was being depleted by the second. He felt around for the door, his hands shaking as the adrenaline raced throughout his body. His hand met something sticky causing him to instantly draw back. Panic started to set in. It was fight or flight, and the President preferred the latter. With whatever strength he could muster, he kicked at what he assumed to be a door. Just as quickly as the accident happened he was out. The sudden brightness from the fog outside left him disoriented. The only think he could do was stand vulnerable while his eyesight adjusted.

When his eyesight had adjusted well enough to make out his surroundings he curiously looked around. it didn’t take him long to noticed the sign at the top of the cliff, though he could not make out the words very clearly. And, as the effects adrenaline started to wear off, he began to recollect the events that had just happened. A panic began to wash over him as he realized he was alone. Where had everyone gone? 

Slowly, almost as if to hesitate, he approached what remained of the van. The drifting mist seemed to illuminate the scene inside once he was close enough to investigate. His eyes fixed on the carnage that remained inside the vehicle and he drew back. He could feel the contents of his stomach threatening to work its way up his esophagus. Everywhere he looked there was blood. Pools of it seemed to be gushing out of the van like a scene from a nightmare. He then remembered the loyal act of one of his turks and looked down at his normally pristine white suit. He was completely covered in red. In a split second his blazer was off and thrown into the mist. He felt grimy, like he’d never be clean again.

“It anybody there?” He yelled, hoping for a reply. “I need a medic, please!”

The only thing to reply was the eerie sound of a lone breeze. Out of desperation he set off into the mist, hoping to find some assistance.

“Have I…arrived?” 

ooc: yay!! I am still working on it. I have to do it little at a time while my muse gets back up. ^^;;
I have one more final so I have to focus on school a little longer. 

BLAHHHH THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE ANSWER PRIVATELY. My bad XD

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