American Horror Story: A Tale of Terror from Silent Hill

Chapter 45 Take a ride
"Maria, you look beautiful tonight, especially this unique hat. It's so... tasteful. I have to say, you have a style all your own."

Leaning against the car door, Lily praised after picking up Alan.

"Thanks, Lily, I thought so too."

There was no trace of embarrassment on Alan's face. She reached out and touched the little scarecrow sitting on the cowboy hat. She didn't seem to have a problem with this hat ornament that ruined her overall outfit.

She had no problem with it.

"I haven't paid enough attention to you. I didn't expect that you've changed your preference for scarecrows and bears. I think I know what I should give you on your birthday.

Lily couldn't help but look a few more times, and the little scarecrow sitting on the hat blinked.

"Oh!" Lily exclaimed, rubbed her eyes, and looked carefully. Nothing happened and the little scarecrow was still motionless.

"What's wrong, Lily?"

"Nothing, get in the car."

The Porsche's soft-top convertible moved back, and Lily's confidence swelled as she drove the sports car she had just picked up.

On the school bus that morning, the timid look she had shown was gone, and she asked Alan how he felt in a slightly boastful manner.

"What do you think of this car?"

"Car? Not bad, quite transparent."

Alan leaned back in the seat, looking up and enjoying the cold wind. The cold wind intoxicated her and made her feel free.

It's not just Maria who has been suppressed for a long time, Alan has been too.

In fact, Alan is even more depressed than Maria.

"Transparent? That's all?" Lily couldn't help but ask.

No, sister, I just bought this sports car and brought you out to enjoy it, can't you praise it a few more times!
It's becoming increasingly difficult to be best friends with this girl.

In the past, he would not be able to say a few nice words for a long time, but at least he would give some praise. Now he is just perfunctory.

"This is the turbocharged Porsche 911 my dad drove last week..."

Lily was halfway through her words when she suddenly became awkward.

"My dad plans to buy me a high-end Maybach."

Alan said lightly, with no sadness or joy on his face, but there was no trace of inferiority anymore.

The weak and self-deprecating Maria is gone, and now there is the confident and cold Maria.

Lily seemed to shudder. She knew that at this moment, there was a tragically thick barrier between them.

She hated rich people—especially those richer than she was.

The popular pop music was still playing in the car. No matter how exciting the song was, Lily's heart could not be infected by the enthusiasm. There was only a faint sadness.

The vehicle gradually drove towards a road away from the city.

The road is getting wider and wider.

The emotions were so well rendered that Lily couldn't help but step on the accelerator and release the clutch, and the speed of the Porsche continued to increase.

Her driving skills improved rapidly.

Sprint! Sprint! Sprint!

The roar of the engine grew louder, and Alan felt a strong push on his back, as did the Baling on his hat.

The cold wind blew in, snowflakes floated in the sky, and the icy wind and snow hit my cheeks coldly.

There was some stinging, but more of a sense of relief from breaking free and an extreme thrill that sent adrenaline surging.

Alan's face, which was pale from the cold, showed a broad smile.

Hearing the laughter beside her, Lily couldn't help but laugh, as if the two of them finally had a resonance.

She felt that she had once again refreshed her understanding of Maria. The Maria in the past would not enjoy the danger and excitement brought by this kind of racing.

Infected by this, Lily also began to cheer and scream along with Alan.

It will be a happy night.

If nothing unexpected happens. "Lily, your car insurance is the most expensive one, right?" Alan said for no reason.

"What? Fuck——!" Lily's heart and lungs suddenly stopped, she stepped on the brakes and turned the steering wheel wildly.

The shining headlights shone ahead, and a tall black figure stood in the middle of the road.

Who treats the road as their own living room!
There was no time for accusations, Lily did her best to avoid it.

However, the Porsche was speeding all the way and it was too late to stop.

Bang!
A huge crash erupted.

The high-speed Porsche left a distorted, charred trail on the snow, the windshield burst into spider-web-like cracks, and the person who was hit was thrown several meters high.

It came down with a thud, the head hitting the ground, followed by the torso, with a crackling sound of bones breaking.

On the other side, the people in the car were not feeling well either.

Alan's cowboy hat flew to the airbag first, and Baling stretched out dense straw in time to form a cushion.

Lily slammed headfirst into the airbag, passed through the unformed cushion, and bounced back violently, fainting in the seat.

By the time Alan's body fell forward, the impact was much smaller thanks to the complete cushion.

"Hiss! It hurts."

Blood was oozing from Alan's forehead, his brain was dizzy, and his vision was blurred like a mosaic.

"Ba Ling, where are you? Did you save me?"

The sudden change made the young and inexperienced Alan panic. She immediately looked for Baling to seek a sense of security.

"Damn it! Driving improperly brings tears to my loved ones' eyes."

Baling was hanging on the airbag and spoke with lingering fear.

If he hadn't acted quickly just now, the current situation of the two people in the car would be hard to predict.

"Don't panic, Alan, call now—"

The crumbling windshield suddenly shattered, and a swift black shadow flew straight towards him, piercing Baling's head fiercely.

Pfft!

Silver light flashes! A cold light is revealed!
The rice stalks that make up the body are like harvested rice, with smooth cross-sections cracked.

Cut it off with one knife.

The Q-version big head rolled into Ella's arms, and the scattered straw fragments fell like snowflakes.

Alan screamed and his face turned pale as paper.

The flying machete pierced into the car seat, the entire blade was still shaking, and the sharp blade cut off a piece of Alan's hair.

If the blade had been a little more off to the side, it would not have pierced just the seat, but her neck.

What happened?
Alan grabbed Baling's head in shock, looking at his eyes that were still open, his heart in a mess.

"Baling! Baling!"

She called out to Baling hurriedly, but received no response, as if she had only grabbed the head of an ordinary scarecrow.

clatter! clatter! clatter!
Heavy footsteps followed closely.

A strong sense of foreboding rose in his heart, constantly impacting Alan's nerves.

escape!Run away!
He is coming...

Don't stay where you are... run with all your might!
This was the first time that Alan felt such a strong sense of malice and crisis.

The moment she looked up, she saw a white hockey mask with a red inverted triangle painted between the eyebrows.

The owner of the mask was a tall man with a strong physique wearing a black windbreaker. He walked towards them with deadly steps.

Without any hesitation, Alan instinctively opened the car door, tightly grasped the wreckage of Baling, and ran towards the nearby forest.

(End of this chapter)