Obsidian Unconscious *Now Completed!*

[The Reverend Bizarre]

Summary: Lilly Rush receives another case. Same deal, same scene, but this time the only living witness is in the town of Silent Hill. This story (which will be told in 22 chapters) will be told from Lilly's point of view.

Note: After chapter 1, I will be placing the remainder of the story on fanfiction.net, due to the fact that Silent Hill is disturbing, and this story will be too.

Note again: Here is the link to the full story, it is rated R for some disturbing imagery.

www.fanfiction.net/s/3185455/1/

**Prolouge aka The Fool**

It's another cold day here in Philadelphia, and I can't help but wonder where I patch of snow is ruined by the blood of a corpse. Before you judge me and call me morbid, please know that I am a detective. My name is Lillian Rush and I work for the Cold Case unit. Oh, about that Lillian thing? Disregard that, because I hate that name. Call me Lilly instead.

As I said earlier, I work for the Cold Case unit. My job is to solve the murders that have gone cold, or if you prefer, unsolved. I have to admit that this job is harrowing at times. Some of these cases can really mess with your mind, but I don't tell anybody that. They know that I hate the rain, and I hate forests, but I don't want to discuss that.

When I'm on a case I like to keep the pictures of the victims next to me. Some call this morbid, and one guy called it sleeping with the dead. I don't see it that way though. Sometimes I feel their presence around me, and it makes me pursue further to solve their case. At the end though when the case is set right I always feel a great sense of relief, and that's the greatest reward of this job.

Lately, I can't help but wonder if this is all truly worth it. Sometimes I feel like a dead person myself.


Chapter 1: The Beginning aka "Lost" (otherwise known as "The Magician")

"Morning, Lil." My boss, Mr. Stillman greets.

I smile and give him a friendly hello in return, "Anything for me today, Boss?" I ask.

He nods his head, and I know that today I will receive a new case that will take a week to solve. I become uneasy and fidget just a little. "What's the case about?"

He hands me a folder, and I open it. "Her name's Rebecca Fitzgerald. She was killed here in Philedelphia on October 17th, 1990 at the age of 6." My boss tells me as I look at the photo.

Only six years old. How can someone kill another person, much less a young girl? It's never made any sense to me. Rebecca was a pretty girl with brown hair, and fair skin. She's smiling in the photo, no doubt a typical day. As I look at the girl I can't help but to feel some weird connection. It's as if I know her, but I know this is just stupid. "Alright, I'll get right on it." I tell him.

"There's just one problem Lil. The only living witness is located in Silent Hill, Maine. Normally I would request them to come here, but this person has certain disabilities that makes it exceedingly difficult for them to travel. I've made arrangements for you to fly to the location and question this witness. I've also made arrangements with the Silent Hill police department. If you gather enough evidence to convict this witness then the Silent Hill police unit will take over."

I hesitate a little, and ask, "What about Scotty, Nick, or Jeffries?"

I see Stillman hesitate a little bit. "When we first got the case, the witness made it clear that they only wanted you to solve it."

I looked down, and sighed. I couldn't abaddon this case, but the idea of traveling to a certain town that I had never heard of didn't settle well with me. "I'll take it Boss." I say with much enthusiasm.

"That's good Lil."

***

I'm now on the airplane that's headed for Brahms. From there I'll pick up a rental car and head to Silent Hill. I decided to look up the town online, and found out that it's a hailed as a nice quiet resort town. It has a lake in the center that looked quite tranquil in the photos. Actually the images I saw on the web looked pleasant, except the forest.

I look out the window and see lights far far below. It's nighttime and I'll land at 12am. Ample time to rent a car, and check into a motel. The unit gave me enough money to cover the cost of a motel, and meals. Soon I get a bit sleepy, and decide that maybe taking a quick nap on this plane would be a good idea. I close my eyes, and start thinking about Joseph. Joseph is my boyfriend...

***

When I wake up the pilot is announcing that we will be landing shortly. I buckle my seatbelt, and try to relax as the plane makes it descent and lands with an uneasy bump. When all is done, and I'm off the plane I search for the rental car place. I'm surprised that it's open. I walk inside of it, and ask for a car. I mention that I'm on official police business. The man is quite, and simply hands me a set of keys saying that everything is taken care of.

"It ain't much, but it'll get you to where ya need be." The man says in an accent.

He points tp a dark green 2004 Ford Mustang. The car itself is nice, but the color reminds me too much of the forests. "Thanks." I say as I take the keys, and step inside of the car. The man waves as I drive off, and I decide to wave back. He seemed friendly.

***

I've been driving for thirty minutes when I finally see a sign that reads "Welcome to Silent Hill: Population 20,000." I continue driving, but I notice that everything looks completely dead. There are no other vehicles driving around. "Perhaps the town's people are really on the quiet side." I say to myself.

I see a motel up ahead, Jack's Inn, and just as luck would have it the car begans to sputter. I let out a curse, and steer the car into the parking lot before it dies completely. I step out of the car, and curse my luck. I step inside the hotel, and see a young adult man behind the desk. He has wavy chestnut brown hair, blue eyes, and is a man that is pleasant to look at. I see no ring on his finger, and wonder why he's not married.

"Good morning, Miss. Ha ha, morning! It's 1am, hardly the time to be up." The man laughs. "What can I do for you?"

"I need a room." I mutter groggily.

"Sure, of course. A beautiful woman such as yourself shouldn't be up." The man smiles and hands me a key to the room.

I take it, and reply "Thankyou." I look at his name tag, "Xander"

I take my belongings into my room, change, and when I hit the bed I shut my eyes and am about to fall asleep.

Then it starts raining.

[The Reverend Bizarre]

Posting chapter 2 since nothing overtly horrible happens.

Chapter 2: "Alone in a Faceless Crowd" (otherwise known as the High Priestess.)

When I woke up at 9am the first thing I saw was more rain coming down. I groaned, and silently cursed my luck. Just yesterday it was clear, and then suddenly it started raining? Something was off, but I couldn't let this deter me. I got up, took a quick shower, got dressed, and headed to the lobby. Xander was behind the desk with a friendly smile on his face.

"Good morning, ma'am. Did you sleep well?" He asked.

I thought about stating the truth, but I didn't want to offend him. After all, it wasn't his fault it was raining. "I slept very well, thankyou." I nodded.

"It usually doesn't rain this time of year, but sometimes God blesses the land with rain." Xander noted.

I smiled at him, but didn't want to discuss religion. "That's quite understandable."

"Oh, by the way you got this fax last night." He told me, and handed me a note.

Lil;

The name of the witness is Robert Colmes.

"Thankyou." I say, "Do you have a phonebook?" I ask.

Xander reaches behind the shelf and pulls out a phonebook and hands it to me. "Ignore the foreign writing if you will." He says.

I notice that on the cover are strange symbols, but I ignore them and look for Colmes, Robert in the phonebook. I find out that he's located on 7209 Carol Street. I write down the address and hand Xander the book. "Thanks again."

"God bless." He smiles.

I leave the building and step inside the car. I was hoping for it to start, and it did. I drove to Robert's house, and looked at the scenary. The town itself was beautiful with it's green grass and out of season flowers. Actually come to think of it, there should be snow on the ground, and it should have been cold. I shrugged this off as the result of some enviromental factor.

I finally arrived at my destination and stepped out of the car, immediately bemoaning the fact that I hadn't brought an umbrella. I raced to the shelter of the porch and knocked on the door.

"Who is it?" I hear a deep voice ask.

"My name is Lilly Rush, I'm from the Philadelphia Homicide Unit." I state.

"That's pretty far."

I roll my eyes, "I need to ask you some questions." I say again.

"The door's opened. Just turn the knob." He says.

I open the door, and see a man sitting on a hard wooden rocking chair. At first he doesn't look disabled, but then I notice that he's on oxygen. Robert is a man in his 60s. He's frail looking, with blonde hair that's graying. His eyes are hard to see into.

"So, what is it you need?" He asks.

"Robert, I received a case about a Rebecca Fitzgerald. You're the only living witness, so I need you to tell me everything you know about this girl." I say.

Robert looks at it, unamused. "Rebecca was a good girl, but she was quite lonely. Much like you were."

I am astonished by this, but immediately blow it off as something crazy. "Don't be so shocked dear. You're troubles are flying around you. Yes, I can see they are about to devour you." He says to me.

"Listen, I don't care about that. I just want information for this case!" I snap at him.

Silence. I fear that maybe I've made him angry. "I can't offer much, because my memory is scarce. Go to the Library and you may find some answers. The library is not far from here. In fact, you've seen it." He finally says, breaking the silence.

"Thanks." Then I leave the house.

It is still raining outside with no signs of letting up. I simply walk to my car, but then notice the tires have been slashed. Of course this doesn't bode well for me, but I simply can't let this get me down. The library isn't far. I start walking to the library in the rain. I arrive, and open the door. The first thing I notice is that the Library is completely empty. There are no patrons; nobody reshelving the books; and no children bringing books to their fathers or mothers to read. The second thing I notice is that the library looks like it has been desolate for years, even decades.

I walk to the information desk and look around there. I see a copy of "Catcher in the Rye" that has a cake of dust on it. Something is amiss, and I start to worry. I walk to a section of newspapers hoping to find something. From the corner of my eye I see a shadow move. I quickly take out my gun and ready it. "Who's there?" I shout.

Dead silence. I can here the sound of my heart beating, and it's amplified. I level the gun at my side, and continue to walk amongst the row of shelved newspapers. I then come across a circle of chairs, and I nearly freeze. Sitting on one of the chairs, reading a children's book is a girl that looks exactly like Rebecca. As I stare at her in shock she looks up from her book and smiles.

"Hello! What's your name? My name's Rebecca, but you can call me Becky!" She giggles as she jumps from the seat, and runs to me.

I back away. "No, you're supposed to be dead."

"Why would I be dead? Silly!" She giggles.

It was then I realized that something was up, and I considered calling Stillman and telling them I had found Rebecca, and there was no case. But, I sensed that something was very wrong. "Rebecca, where are your parents?"

"I dunno. I don't have a daddy, because he ran off. But that's ok, because I have a mommy who loves me." Rebecca exclaimed with as much energy as a typical child.

"And where is your mommy?" I ask.

"I dunno." She says. "I need to go now! Nice talking to you!" She moved from the chair and scampered off.

"Hey, wait!" I shout as I watch her run away. She can't be wandering around alone! I run after her, and see her enter a room, and shut the door. I try opening the door, but it's locked. Great, just great. "Rebecca? Can you let me in?"

"Mmmnaah!" I hear her say.

"Rebecca, where are you?" I ask

"I'm in the bathroom! Do you mind? It's rude!" She snaps.

I look at the door and see a faded woman's symbol. I sigh, and walk away from the door. I pull out my cellphone and dial the number for work.

"Hello?" Stillman says.

"Boss, listen, something happened. I found Rebecca, she's alive." I explain.

"Lil?"

"Yeah, it's me."

"Speak up! I can't hear you over the static!"

"I said I found Rebecca!" I shout.

"Hello? Hello?" and then he hung up.

***

Back at the office the phonerang. Stillman answered it, "Hello?"

"B *kkssssshhhhh* , lis kssshhhhhhh, s *kkssh* ing happen. I found *kssh* be , *kssh* he's ali*ksssh*e

"Lil?"

"Yeah, it's me."

"Speak up! I can't hear you over the static!" Stillman yells

"I*ksssh* aid If*ksssh*!!"

"Hello? Hello?" and then he hung up.

Comments are welcome.

Author's note: If one were to listen to the phonecall it would sound like, "Blessings happen. I found...he's a lie." and "I aid...if..."

[The Reverend Bizarre]

Story is now being posted on FF.net! Chapter 3 is now up. Check it out at

www.fanfiction.net/s/3185455/1/

[The Reverend Bizarre]

Story is still coming along. I'm on chapter 5, and things are getting unpleasant for Lil.

[The Reverend Bizarre]

For all you Joseph/Lilly fans, and Ray/Lilly fans I play on these pairings in the stories.

[The Reverend Bizarre]

Obsidian Unconscious is now complete, and posted over fanfiction.net

www.fanfiction.net/s/3185455/1/

Comments, reviews, and questions are more than welcome.

[longislanditalian2]

Quick question: What was the real ending to this story??

[The Reverend Bizarre]

Read the story "St. Aatos" certain hints are given.

I can say now that of the six endings, the two that are the closest are Child, and Reborn.