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The taxi pulled up to the gates of the Vladivostok Shatterdome, its yellow sides slicked with rain and its wipers working at full speed to clear the windshield.  It paused there, as if the driver were briefly considering trying to pull through, then simply turned broadside to the gate to drop off its passengers.  The vehicle earned a brief glower from the security guard, but once he recognized the cab’s occupants his glare faded, and he ducked out of the gate terminal to open the door for them. Aleksis didn’t move for a long moment.  He continued to stare straight ahead, his eyes aimed at the back of the cab driver’s head b

The cold was starting to chill Angela to the bone and her teeth began to uncontrollably chatter as she walked down the long, seemingly endless pathway. She drifted away in memories. She remembered when life was young...and even then she lived in hell. Her father and brother were relentless. Thomas smoked with a passion, and once his cigarette burnt to a puny stub he would rub the red-hot end on Angela's tiny hands. Continued that damn process for the first 6 years of her life. She still had scars inside and out. That's when the abuse started. Ever since the day she'd turned 6, Thomas would guide her into the bedroom and start his sickening e

This is a fanfiction about Angela from Silent Hill 2. Everybody knows James Sunderland's story, and in the game we knew just a little of Angela's, so I'm going to piece the puzzle together in this story as best as I can. ----- That man...that monster...she didn't know what he was. But he had sucked up every puny bit of happiness she had left. Thomas Orosco...that was his name. And it made Angela sick just to hear it, made her want to vomit whenever she heard the name of him. And the worst part of all...he was her own damn father. Now of course, most daughters would expect a happy, gentle father-daughter bond. The lucky ones got it. Angela