American Horror Story: A Tale of Terror from Silent Hill

Chapter 100 Ascension
A trendy middle-parted hairstyle among young people, a comfortable and close-fitting black shirt, and overalls that show vitality.

The person in the mirror is still so stylish!
Driving Christine's Mercedes, Baling went to a street near Carrie's house.

Unfortunately, due to time constraints and fear of her mother's attention, Carrie did not dress up and just waited quietly on the street.

The most rustic girl in the crowd, with a pigtail, wearing a cotton skirt, looking old and lacking confidence, was Carrie.

Beep!

After honking the horn twice, Baling waved and called out, "Jia Li, get in the car."

Looking at the shiny silver-white car body, Baling looked so promising despite being young, so Carrie didn't dare to get in the car for a while.

I was eighteen that year, standing on the street, like a minion.

"Carrie! Do you want me to wait on the street like an idiot? The driver behind me is going to come up and confront me." Baling leaned out half of his body, tugged at his energetic straps, and said with a smile.

"S-sorry. I'll get in right away." Carrie shrank her neck and sneaked into the car with a strong sense of stealth.

More than ten minutes later.

Happy McLaughlin's is a fried chicken chain that's spread all over America.

Order the freshly fried chicken set meal as a tribute to the non-existent Tommy Fatty.

The two found an empty table and sat opposite each other.

A double cheeseburger, a large portion of freshly fried French fries, fragrant specialty fried chicken, and an ice-cold Coke.

The food was placed on the table one by one.

Carrie carefully pinched the fried chicken drumstick, and the grease left a light yellow mark on her gloves. This was her first time in such a store.

Her mother Margaret had never brought her here before, and the food and atmosphere here were new experiences for her.

She took a quick glance and saw Baling taking a bite of a third of a double cheeseburger. There was white salad dressing on the corner of his mouth, but he didn't care at all.

Even compared to children, they are more indulgent or casual when eating.

"What are you daydreaming about? Why aren't you eating?"

Baling took a sip of the ice-cold Coke, picked up a few French fries, dipped them in sauce, and stuffed them into Carrie's mouth.

Carrie was caught off guard and was pushed in. She took small bites of the French fries. Suddenly, she felt much more relaxed and her reserved expression slowly disappeared.

"Didn't we say we were going to commemorate Tommy? Did we forget?"

"Forgot? Not at all. Tommy is with us today. If we eat, he eats, too. The more we eat, the happier he is."

"Is that so? Mom said..."

"Carrie, you have to be independent. Don't you still believe in my wisdom?" Baling pointed at his cross in the air. "See? This is the church's recognition of my courage and wisdom. It's certified by the cathedral."

"Let me guide you, and even the road to heaven will be open to you. Amen."

Baling continued to deceive, completely disregarding his slick image.

"I see." Carrie decided to contribute her own part and start with the fried chicken legs.

The night is as dark as ink and the lights gradually come on.

After eating fried chicken, it was already dark.

In order not to make Carrie distressed, Baling should take her home.

The road to the parking lot was still some distance away, so the two of them walked side by side in the city, passing through one intersection after another.

"After eating so much, Tommy should forgive me, right?" Carrie was still thinking about this question.

"My heart tells me that Tommy is so happy that he is almost on heaven's edge." Baling said seriously.

"That..." Carrie had just said the first word when her face suddenly changed. At the intersection ahead, there was a sudden sound of rapid brakes, and then an out-of-control old pickup truck rushed towards her at high speed.

And in front of us was a little boy who was about to cross the road. He was licking a lollipop, with a runny nose, looking silly and unaware of the impending crisis.

Dangerous!
Seeing the tragedy about to happen, Carrie's heart almost jumped out of fear.

The headlights kept flashing, and the out-of-control pickup truck was like a mad beast, about to tear the little boy on the road to pieces.

Is it over?

The exclamations of passers-by, the screams of the boy's mother across the street, and the smile on the boy's face seemed to be frozen in one scene.

Because Baling took action.

In an instant, Baling shot out like a sharp arrow, and rushed out in an instant. His overalls reflected the bright light under the headlights, drawing two silver arcs in the air.

A real man would never hesitate at this time.

caught you.

Baling rushed forward and hugged the little boy, while the big pickup truck hit Baling's side hard.

quack!
"No——!" Carrie screamed in despair.

Baling seemed to have an extra thrust out of nowhere. Originally it could only fly two meters high, but now it flew directly to three meters, and rolled many times in the air before crashing and stopping under a street lamp.

pat!

The colorful lollipop fell on the hard concrete road and shattered into many pieces.

The street lamp was knocked down by the flying Baling. Baling, holding the little boy, seemed to be completely burned out and fell down helplessly.

Carrie ran over anxiously, and halfway through, she couldn't stop crying.

It was the first time I made such good friends and the first time I ate fried chicken with my good friends. However, all of this is now like an illusory bubble, disappearing in a flash.

Will he survive?
Carrie prayed for God's help.

"Tommy! Tommy!" The little boy's mother came to Baling crying, staring blankly at her son who was still in Baling's arms with a dazed look on his face.

"Mom!" The little boy Tommy broke free from Baling's arms and hugged his mother tightly.

"Oh my god! Thank God, I'm so glad you're okay."

"It was my big brother who saved me." The little boy turned his head, and the boy's mother suddenly fell silent. Seeing Baling about to die, she couldn't be happy.

Flying so high, can Baling, who saved Tommy, still survive?
"Baling, Baling, wake up."

Carrie pushed the mother and son aside and rushed to Baling's side, holding his scarred hand and calling out to him with a choked sob, hoping for a miracle to happen.

"I...I...I'm fine."

Baling spoke words of comfort intermittently, his face turned pale, and he was about to breathe his last.

"No! No! No!" Carrie was very sad and kept shaking her head, hoping that Baling would not die.

"Friends...for life..."

Baling tremblingly took out a crumpled piece of paper, gently held Jiali with his dirty hands, and stared at her intently.

Carrie took the paper while crying, glanced at it briefly, and realized that this was what Baling had mentioned during their conversation last night - a contract between friends.

"Why...why..." Carrie didn't understand why this misfortune befell them.

But what we can do now is to satisfy Baling’s last obsession.

His fingers, still reeking of the grease of fried chicken, pressed firmly on it, leaving his fingerprints on the contract paper.

(End of this chapter)