American Horror Story: A Tale of Terror from Silent Hill

Chapter 46 Incomplete

Escape, you must escape from here!

In the pitch darkness, there were only scattered specks of moonlight.

Alan could only choose one direction and keep running. Even though he was very tired, Alan did not dare to stop.

As for Lily in the Porsche, she no longer cared about that.

Alan had tried his best to rescue Baling's head in a panic.

So, I can only wish Lily good luck.

Fainted Lily: Damn it, why!
The malice behind me is like a thorn in my flesh, clinging to me tightly.

At this moment, Alan's desire for life reached its peak.

She had just begun to feel the beauty of life, but she was about to face death. Why couldn't they even give her a day?

She wants to live.

Why why why...

Alan had many doubts, she was angry, she hated, and she was in pain.

Why did Baling, who she thought was so powerful, die on the spot after just one encounter?

Why did the person who was knocked down stand up unharmed!
Why is she the one being chased?
Alan fled in despair, her makeup was smudged by her tears, and her carefully dressed clothes were torn by branches and thorns.

She always thought she was better than Maria, both in courage and wisdom.

As a bystander for a long time, Alan couldn't stand Maria's weakness, but when she was really close to death, she found that she was no different from Maria.

Beneath the tough and cold appearance, there is the same weakness hidden.

Alan, who is not good at sports, has reached his limit after the adrenaline burst.

Considering the physical fitness of Maria, an introverted homebody, it was extraordinary that Alan could run so far.

Or rather, it is already a miracle.

Now, she really can't run anymore.

Alan was breathing rapidly, his body staggering forward, his legs so numb that they seemed non-existent.

Are you still...chasing? Have the footsteps stopped?

But why didn’t the feeling of being watched disappear?
In the dim wilderness, Alan accidentally stepped on a stumbling block and fell to the ground with a scream.

Alan looked back in horror and found that no one was chasing her, but before she could breathe a sigh of relief.

The moment she was about to get up, she looked up and saw the man in the hockey mask in front of her - Jason.

Jason held the machete in his hand, his eyes cold, his gaze fixed on Alan's neck and the Baling head in her hand.

"finally found you."

Jason didn't say anything, but the look in his eyes beneath the mask spoke volumes.

Think back to not long ago.

Jason's body in the human world was accidentally struck by lightning, infusing it with powerful energy and strengthening his connection with the souls in Hell.

In the last ring match.

He and Baling both returned to the human world, but Baling tore off part of his soul and took it for himself.

He became incomplete. Even though his soul was immortal, his recovery ability was greatly reduced. It would take a lot of time to return to his original state.

For this reason, as soon as he sensed the resurrection power coming from his mask, he immediately chased after him without stopping.

Jason had waited too long for this day, and his desire to kill was growing.

Alan was forced into a desperate situation. She tried to struggle to get up and found that she had sprained her ankle.

It’s over!

Jason pressed on.

Alan moved back in panic, and with his free hand, he trembled as he picked up the gravel on the ground and threw it at Jason.

The small stone thrown out with force hit Jason's hard body and bounced back, not hindering Jason's steps at all.

The broken stone scratched his palm, leaving a bloody mark. Alan hated his own weakness. Jason was getting closer and closer. The machete reflected the moonlight, refracting a cold light. Ugh, am I going to die tonight?
Alan's back was against the rough tree trunk. Jason was facing the moonlight, and his crooked shadow completely covered Alan's trembling body.

The pupils constricted with fear.

next second.

The blade split the air, and the breath of death hit him in the face.

The terrified Alan suddenly felt a surge of strength from nowhere and rolled on the ground, narrowly dodging the attack.

Cold sweat broke out on his pale little face, and broken light brown hair stuck to his cheeks. Alan no longer had any strength.

Have you had enough of the trouble?

Looking at Alan who had no strength to struggle, Jason said nothing, his eyes calm, tilted his head, and slashed down with a knife.

The moonlight was swallowed up by the clouds at this moment, and the only sound in the darkness was the sound of a blade breaking through the air.

Alan was completely desperate.

Bang!
The huge crash sound appeared again, echoing in the quiet forest.

Alan seemed to see a small train speeding towards him, and then he showed his superb driving skills, drifting sideways and sending Jason flying.

Is it... an illusion?

Is she going to die? How could she have such a dream?

"Child, I'm back." A familiar voice suddenly sounded in my ears.

The bright moonlight shines again.

Alan saw it.

That was not a small train, but a monster more than three meters long.

The monster's body was extremely elongated and terrifying, like an enlarged stick insect, but some of its structure was humanoid.

It has three pairs of slender humanoid limbs, and its body is as thin as a bamboo pole, but has a structure similar to that of a spine and ribs. Its neck is one meter long, but there is nothing on it, as if the all-important head is missing.

Just now, it was this that knocked Jason down!

The monster is light yellow in color and made entirely of straw.

Alan felt a familiar and friendly aura from him, as well as an inexplicable sense of security.

"Hey, baby. Could you please return Uncle Baling's head to me?"

The worm-like monster shook its long neck, which was as soft as noodles, but the sound came from the Q-version big head that Alan was holding tightly in his hand.

"Yeah!"

Alan screamed in shock, the shrill high notes piercing the eardrums and hurting them.

Fortunately, she is the only one here.

"Stop yelling! Hurry up! He's getting up."

Big Head continued to speak. Now that the distance was closer, his consciousness was successfully reconnected.

Because of the sudden attack, Baling's body was separated and his consciousness was suddenly cut off.

Then, Alan took away the important head, leaving Baling with only half of his body.

After regaining consciousness, Baling discovered that his head was missing and his perception immediately dropped significantly.

Fortunately, the time and distance their bodies were separated were not long, and with the pendant that Baling gave to Maria as a guide, Baling transformed into the fastest human-faced stick insect (headless version) and was able to catch up in a short time.

"You...you are...Baling?" Alan said in shock with fear in his eyes.

"it's me."

"Woo, woo, you're not dead." Alan spoke with a crying voice, and finally let go of the hand that was holding the little scarecrow.

"Uncle Baling was very happy that you could take him with you on your escape. But you only took half of him with you, so he was very unhappy."

He stretched out his long arms to grab his big head, and when it got close to his neck, hundreds of straws shot out, connecting and entangled with each other.

Baling is finally in its complete form.

(End of this chapter)