Author's note: Hey guys! First of all, I just want to give my deepest apologies for not continuing the other stories. I haven't found the inspiration to put up another chapter, it's not that I've given up on the story. Far from that, it's just that I've involved myself too much with current events and then the inclusion of the new installment of Silent Hill: Homecoming to take my mind away. After finishing it's story, I've got to say that I'm touched by it and absolutely love it. It's not as scary as others Silent Hills but I do love it better then 4. My favorites in order would have to be SH:1. SH:3, SH:H, and SH2. Not a fan of 4 and I didn't get to play SH: Origins so I can't really say anything about it. But I still say Travis Grady was pretty cool for a trucker. XD, ok now onto the story.

This piece right here is going to go back six years before the events of Homecoming. Like a large flashback, it's going to take off after the Good ending then right in the middle of the beginning slither itself into the real nitty gritty of the story, the past. Now here's what's been plaguing me. Before I start, you gotta read this after you beat Homecoming or you'll be considering yourself spoiled. There's my warning now here we go, be honest. Alex Shepherd is the most non-helpless and the most capable SH protagonist, his skills in the beginning suggest to him being a seasoned soldier so that's why he was so good at fighting. But here's the thing, how could he be THAT good but never have been a soldier in the first place? SH: H never explained the source of his skills, so that's one plot hole that's going to be investigated. Shall we? By the way, disclaimer time. I don't own Silent Hill, Konami and Double Helix owns that beautiful piece of work.

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Chapter I: The aftermath

The two drove deep into the highway, passing by cars here and there. Their destination; South Ashfield. It was the closest city nearby, away from their hell, their intended resting place; Silent Hill. Elle Holloway looked out of the window watching the scenery from their now stolen police cruiser as Alex Shepherd continued to drive. Alex could feel himself cringe as he'd continue to drive with his bad leg that was pretty much drilled into submission, thanks to Judge Holloway or should better yet, Margret Holloway as she preferred to be called. Even if Elle before them leaving the town had patched him up using a first aid kit they found in the trunk of the car; it still needed medical attention. Biting his lip he'd try and ignore the mind numbing pain of his wound.

"Uh, Alex? Maybe I should drive…" Elle softly said towards Alex as she looked over at him with those concerned eyes of hers, it was all too obvious for her to notice him pushing himself past his limits. It was just like Alex to do something like that. Shaking his head he'd keep his eyes focused on the road so he wouldn't make any mistakes that can cost them dearly, it was already bad enough that he chose to drive with a bad leg, he wouldn't want to crash and burn after escaping Silent Hill alive.

"I'm fine." Alex said with a feigned act of solace as he started to grip the steering wheel of the cruiser a bit tighter with the pain of slowing down a bit due to the rising amount of traffic building up. He'd let out one of the most softest grunts he could try to make in response to the pain surging through his leg from the effort of driving.

"Are you sure?" Elle said as she tilted her head still staring at him intensively, not believing a word he says. She knew him better then that, he was always so stubborn; a trait he picked up from his father.

Alex would glance her way with a reassuring smile he was famous for that could calm the most souls, especially hers. "Yeah. Don't worry about me, I'm fine." Elle noticing that trademark smile of his would give a half-hearted smile and return to watching the passing scenery and the cars, anything to get her mind off of the events that took place in Silent Hill and in their once humble abode of Shepherd's Glen.

For the two, they both had different ways of trying to put aside the memories of Silent Hill for the moment. For Elle, it would be the beautiful scene of the pine trees and rainy skies. Not to mention the passing cars, just to give her the thought that they were in a area full of life. Unlike Shepherd's Glen who many have been sadly kidnapped and killed by the Order. For Alex, it was the pain slithering all over his body from working himself too hard right now. That mind-numbing pain might have been a gift from Judge Holloway to Alex in a cruel, sadistic way. That wound temporarily take his mind off of the fact that he had to kill his own mother, see his father get cut in half, and then realize that he was responsible for his brother's death. He'd rather have pain then deal with that guilt, even if it was temporary.

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About a half an hour later, the two were still in the highway. With the traffic slowly evening out and making more room for other cars to pass by, Elle every now and then would catch Alex dozing off; no matter how much will power he had to ignore the pain of his leg and still drive, the human body needs rest. Trying her best not to startle him, she gentle touched his shoulder.

"Alex. You're falling asleep, is there any exit you can take that would get us to some rest area or something?" Elle whispered as she gently shook his shoulder to get him back into the real world. Alex shook his head, trying to wake himself up a little bit to have enough energy to find an exit out of the highway.

"Rig-right! Sor-sorry, Elle…" Alex murmured and stuttered as he scouted for a way out, luckily he found one. Making a sharp right turn he'd leave the highway and go down the narrow road that led into the outskirts of South Ashfield. The part of the outskirts that held a rather large rest area, fit with restaurants, shopping centers, and an indoor parking lot. Driving into the ramp that led them deeper into the parking lot.

Maybe three or five minutes later they were able to find that one parking spot. Alex gave a heaving yawn as he pulled over he took the key out of the ignition, he was exhausted. "You wanna sleep for a little? I'll keep watch." Elle offered as she unbuckled her seat belt and looked over at Alex who was concerned yet had sleepy look in his eyes that gave her the feeling that he could pass out at anytime.

"What? Aren't you tired?" Alex said holding that same selfless attitude that he had with him since the beginning of the hell they endured. Elle shaking her head decided enough was enough, she couldn't take him playing Mr. tough guy anymore. He needed some rest not to mention medical attention before that leg of his get infected.

"Alex, I'm going to be honest with you. You nearly fell asleep on the wheel maybe like five or six times within a half-an-hour time limit. You're driving on a leg that looks like it could be amputated if not treated soon, you need rest!" Elle barked, Alex had to stare at her for a second. Was this the same Elle Holloway in Shepherd's Glen that he grew up with? He didn't remember her being so upfront like this. Maybe all of that danger they encountered in Shepherd's Glen and in Silent Hill had toughened her up a bit. Not to mention the clear determination not to lose someone else that's close to her, first Nora, then her mother betraying her, she can't afford to lose Alex. She just can't, even if she was dying to get some sleep too but he needed it more then her.

Eventually Alex got tired of staring and sighed, staring at his dirty combat boots. She was right, but he didn't want to admit it. Nodding his head he'd look back up at her and unbuckle his seat belt. "You're right…I'm sorry." the false soldier said as he pulled back the seat, allowing it to become like a mini foldaway bed. He'd lay on his back and still continued to look over at Elle sleepily. She nodded at the apology and scooted a bit closer to him, almost sitting next to the gear as she did so. Her hand would glide across Alex's wild locks of slightly spiked up hair, soothing him to go to sleep like a mother would do.

"Just get some sleep, ok soldier?" Elle would smile down, knowing that Alex would be ok. He was her soldier, she knows without a doubt that he would protect her at any given time. He's proven that many times in the past, not to mention just a couple of hours ago in the Shepherd's Glen assault and in Silent Hill. But now it was her turn to pay him back, it was time for her to be his protector. Just like a soldier has to have a gun, a soldier needs to have his well-deserved rest.

Alex softly cringed at being called that, a soldier. Something that he wasn't, or rather something that he thought he was. There was something that needed to be done, he couldn't let her live on with that lie has not only convinced himself to believe at one time but convinced her to believe as well. His breathing slowed as she continued to run her slender fingers through his trestles of hair, he slowly grasped her hand and looked up at her, looked up at those innocent sky blue hues of hers.

"Elle…I-I..I…"Alex tried to mouth the words, but they refused to come up. Then Elle, had softly planted her index finger onto the surface of his lips. Shushing him down softly she'd start to hum a soft tune. Alex's cheeks would flush at the feeing of her finger on his lips, this was the closest they have ever been for years. Elle's cheeks had tiny tints of pink showing themselves as well, but she didn't care for once. She'd continue to hum her tune slowly serenading Alex to sleep.

The Shepherd boy eyes would slowly close, still trying to mouth the words that he wanted to say, but failing to do so. Within a few seconds, Alex Shepherd was finally given a well-deserved sleep that he earned. Soldier or not. Even so she'd continue to hum the tune while staring down at him, basking in the surface of the hardened soldier that she known for so long. He's matured since they last met, having the appearance of a seasoned soldier yet still retaining that youthful innocence that was well evidenced in his sleep. A light stubble covers his face, giving his jaw a tiny shadow. She couldn't help but move her hand from his lips to his cheek, softly, gently caressing it ever so trying her best not to wake him.

"Alex…" She'd whisper his name to herself as she'd look past him down to those dogtags that hung loosely around his neck, titled "A. Shepherd". This moment between them could last forever if only allowed. Idly she'd continue to hum the tune to herself as she adored her Alex.

It started long before me...

I never saw it coming...

The distance, the promise...

A state of isolation...

And in my darkest nightmare,

Things that I can't remember...

The answer, is drowning, this pain will last forever.

My father...

His duty...

His orders...

My brother...

The promise...

The breaking...

Rejection...

Deception...

Reflection...

Conception...

The listening...

The torture...

The madness...

The sadness...

Can this be?

Or is it?

The shadow cast before me...

A walk inside your circle...

Protect me...

Correct me...

You got your orders, soldier...

Rather quickly, Alex would drift from this reality into dreamland. But for once, the dreams he'd have wouldn't be a terrible nightmare that would lead to his late brother; Joshua running away from him beckoning to return home to face his hell and atone for his crimes. No, far from it. Due to the trauma of recovering and knowing the truth, old memories would start to surface themselves, reminding him; who exactly is he. Who exactly is Alex Shepherd; he wasn't the soldier he thought he was, no. He'll find out, he'll travel a road only he could follow. His dream will pave the story of the foundation, the beginnings of the Alexander Shepherd.

"Killing..?" the unknown dying voice would say as a cough was now made from the voice. "It was my only chance to live, Alex. I......I didn't want to. It was my only choice. What would have YOU done..? There wasn't much left for me. All I am is a cold killer. I chose my life, watching everything through the glimmer of my knife. That was the only way I could truly understand how the world really is...fighting...gangs...all apart of the cruel reality we call, life. I watched it all...not as a bystander...but apart of it. I watched the stupidity of mankind through the cold steel of my blade. Nobody... nobody would think of me as anything else. But now since...ever since I met you, there was something inside of you that I saw. So I choose you...I trained you, I befriended you, I had to know...I had to know if we were just some higher being's idea of a sick joke, throwing us into horrible lives that we claim for our own. After...I learned the truth of this world and it's darkness, I strived to sever the chains of fate that tie my down to the fact that I am...who I am. But I found none...till I met you. You are the key...to my freedom. They always did say...the price of freedom was steep...but I am bold enough to endure it...especially after today."

The subconscious of the sleeping Shepherd would try his best, prying his memories bit by bit to remember what exactly was going on. Who was this voice speaking through his head, and why did it know him? And why was it dying? His subconscious would begin to fight and try his best to find out what exactly is going on in the enigma called Alex Shepherd.

Author's note: Done! Onto the next chapter, I made two chapters to make up for my non-activeness with the updating other stories. Please read and reply so I can continue to be motivated to continue this tale.

x- - Devil May Cry.