American Horror Story: A Tale of Terror from Silent Hill

Chapter 11 Return
Passing through the sea of ​​fire and thick fog, boos gradually rose from the endless circular auditorium.

Several strange-looking demons from hell that looked like no human beings cursed loudly.

"Fu*k! Why did that retarded kid Jason run out again!"

"Shit! He gets all the good stuff."

"There's something fishy going on! There's something fishy going on!"

"Zinima, refund the money!"

"..."

At this moment, on the top level of the arena.

A new contestant came on stage.

Wearing a brown and black cowboy hat, a red and green striped sweater, a sharp iron claw on his right hand, a thin body, very low body fat percentage, and a severely burned face, the evil uncle looked enviously at his two old rivals who ascended back to the human world.

He didn't even care about the ordinary cursers in front of him. He just had time to raise his hands, fantasizing that he could catch them, keep up with Jason and Baling's pace, and escape from this hellhole.

He looked up with a bitter face and said regretfully, "Hey! Stop, your Uncle Freddy hasn't gotten in the car yet!"

……

Silent Hill, hospital, an ordinary ward.

A gray cocoon the size of a basketball lay on a yellowed, old hospital bed.

Three days ago, the surrounding coal ash stopped being absorbed, as if it had reached a saturated state. At that time, the cocoon formed by Baling had grown from the size of a palm to the current size of a basketball.

Now, the gray cocoon has been silent for several days.

It was so quiet that it seemed as if the soul inside had died silently.

Crack, crack!
Suddenly, a mosquito-like sound of a shell breaking was heard.

Several cracks appeared and then extended rapidly like dominoes. In the blink of an eye, the gray cocoon was covered with dense cracks.

Break out of the cocoon and be reborn, right now!
With a "click", a fist broke free from the restraints, and a hole appeared at the top of the gray cocoon.

Then, the thing inside the cocoon followed the broken hole, punched a few times to widen the gap, and then crawled out.

It has light yellow skin, a body made of tangled straw strands, a face without clear facial features, but with two dark holes where its eyes should be, and a body that is lighter than ever before.

"Hehehe! I'm out!"

Baling jumped down, crouched on his knees, and punched his fists on the ground, appearing like a terminator.

My willpower is so strong that I can win the resurrection match again?

God is so good to me, I will come again in the next life!

Hmm? What is a resurrection match?
Then, he slowly raised his head, confusion filling his empty eyes.

who am I?
where am i from?
Where am I going?

Chaotic and complicated memories flooded into his consciousness at the same time, as if he had experienced a long sleep, and Baling felt like he had been dreaming for a thousand years.

He stood there in a daze, his posture motionless.

He was thinking frantically in his heart, and after a long time, he gradually sorted out the many memories that suddenly appeared.

"Who am I? I'm a scarecrow?"

"No, I'm Baling."

"I am Baling!"

Baling suddenly slapped himself twice. He was completely out of his mind. He actually said such a high-sugar word in his heart. He was obviously a straw, not a rice.

"I'm from hell. Everyone there is talented and speaks well. I love it there."

"Ah, yes, yes."

"Right? No." After several rounds of fighting between his left and right brains, Baling finally remembered that he had traveled from Blue Star.

"Where am I going?"

The swinging water pipes broke bones and the scorching fire burned the flesh.

Broken bones pierced the flesh, internal organs ruptured and bled, and the flames tore open the body.

The hair was ignited, the skin and flesh were burned, and the body was like a roast duck, with the fragrant smell of barbecue accompanied by the sizzling boiling oil.

The body burned up in extreme pain.

Baling realized it. After seeing the tragic memories before his death, boundless anger and hatred erupted from the depths of his soul.

"One bag of rice has to be carried up several floors, one bag of rice has to be carried up two floors..." (Think about the pain, feel the pain)
While Baling was still preparing his painful lines, he was interrupted by a sudden voice.

"You're awake? Haha, you look pretty energetic."

Who is talking? Do you want to dance too?
Baling was startled and turned his head quickly, only to see a little girl in a blue dress standing behind him, watching the entire process of his awakening.

Fortunately, after Baling woke up, he only chanted two sentences at most, apart from imitating the evil smile of the Soul Palace elder.

Dark Alesha looked at him with eyes that were three parts scrutiny, three parts curiosity, and four parts joy. There was no ill intention in her words. On the contrary, this local was very polite.

When we met, I was concerned about his health, unlike some unscrupulous religious people.

Kill kill kill kill kill!

When he thought of this, Baling's murderous intent almost rushed to his head, but he still controlled himself rationally.

Now is the tense and important surprise interview session. Even though Baling has guessed that it is very likely that Alesha saved him, it is better not to act rashly before it is completely confirmed.

No one can be sure whether the dark power in the body was stolen by himself, just like he stole faith.

Baling now decided to be more cautious. After all, if he died again, he was not sure whether he could win the resurrection match.

There are many powerful people in hell, all of them are talented masters, and they were extraordinary beings before going to hell.

After experiencing life and death, Baling's temperament became more restrained.

"you are?"

The rice straws in his throat rubbed against each other, and Balingxin's body made a low and hoarse sound.

Baling pretended that they were meeting for the first time and did not know Alesha. Fortunately, his current body was a scarecrow and no one could see any flaws from his face.

"Alessa, you can call me Alessa."

Dark Alyssa spoke slowly, her eyes were so confident, as if she had everything under control.

"Alessa...what a nice name." Baling repeated it and praised.

"Did you save me? Sweet girl."

Baling was generous with his verbal praise, and he did say it with some sincerity.

Judging from the appearance alone, Dark Alesha always appears as a pitiful little girl with a dirty face, dried blood around her eyes, and messy black hair. But even so, it cannot hide her cute and innocent appearance.

I just don't understand whether Alessa did this to gain sympathy, or whether demons just like dirty environments, or whether Silent Hill is simply short of water and needs to save water resources.

Of course, Baling would not say these abrupt and weird words that would spoil the mood and atmosphere.

Hearing the praise, Dark Alesha did not react, but just looked at Baling meaningfully.

To the devil, no one had ever said that about her.

She continued, "As your soul was descending into hell, I intervened."

Just as Baling guessed, Alesha was not a victim of theft who came to catch the shameful thief, but was volunteering her strength.

Baling suddenly breathed a sigh of relief and said solemnly, "I am Baling. I am deeply grateful for saving my life."

(End of this chapter)