Exorcist in America

Despite his efforts to stay calm, Chris's concern did not ease as he looked at his daughter, who lay in his wife's arms.

Like typical sleepwalking, her expression was blank, her half-open eyes vacant, her body exuding a lack of vitality.

Now, she lay still in her mother's arms, resembling a walking corpse.

If it were only this simple, it would be manageable, as Chris could predict Sharon's next move due to their many past experiences.

Thus, he simply stood close to Ross and Sharon, not making any further movements or restrictions.

Chris was not mistaken.

Just as the thought crossed his mind, Sharon, who had been like a zombie, suddenly started shaking violently, breaking free from Ross's arms and falling straight back.

"Sharon!" Ross cried out urgently.

Chris, as if prepared, quickly caught Sharon and gently laid her on the ground.

"It's okay, it's okay."

Chris knelt down, watching Sharon continue to tremble, caressing her face with endless pity.

If it were just ordinary sleepwalking, they could have been a happy family.

"Home!!!"

Amid her trembling, Sharon cried out.

"Home!!!"

"Okay, okay, we're going home," Ross also knelt beside her, face to face, saying with a heartache.

But the next words Sharon shouted made Chris and Ross tremble.

"Silent Hill! Silent Hill!"

Ross looked up at Chris, and at that moment, the couple made the same decision in their hearts.

They would return to the church to speak with the special priest.

They needed to ask why the priest knew of Silent Hill, the truth behind it, and what exactly Silent Hill was.

Chris nodded, caressed Sharon's face again, and murmured.

"Baby, it will be okay."

——

It was evening.

The streets were deserted, and the shops and restaurants had already closed, making it as quiet as a ghost town.

The church, too, returned to its usual silent calm.

If the church hadn't closed, perhaps there would still be parishioners at this hour, but it seemed York had reached his limit.

John Wick, dressed in a priest's robe, stood outside on the street, ensuring everything was secure before he turned and ascended the steps.

He knew from Sister Eileen that the closing time of the church depended on the priest's will.

Each church had different closing times.

However, as far as he knew, Bishop York's closing times were comparatively late.

For churches that had become tourist attractions or had special events, the closing time might be extended, but ordinary churches generally closed by seven or eight in the evening.

And now it was...

John Wick unconsciously lifted his wrist, pulled back the covering sleeve, and revealed an ordinary-looking mechanical watch.

But this was no ordinary watch; like his beloved 1969 Ford Mustang Boss 429, it was a limited edition luxury watch worth millions.

After becoming a monk, John Wick had set aside his humility and began to enjoy his wealth.

Fortunately, the bishop did not mind his lifestyle, even appreciating his actions.

Sister Eileen did not understand these things, but Brother Simon, who did, often showed envy and tried to coax him into handing over his watch.

John Wick smiled slightly, glanced at the time.

[22:34]

"It's late," John Wick meticulously pulled his sleeve back down, covering it well.

His priest's robe concealed more than just the watch—it also hid two handguns.

Unlike before, these guns, gifted by the bishop from his arsenal, were effective against any demonic entity, including humans.

He truly cherished them.

Thinking this, John Wick pushed open the half-open front door and entered.

What he saw was a scene he was very familiar with.

The church, lit only by candles, exuded an extreme quietude, its decor and the figure of Jesus in the deep end contributing to a sense of sanctity.

Down the aisle of pews, the bishop sat in his usual spot, flipping through a physics book that John could not understand.

John Wick's gaze then shifted to Sister Eileen, dressed in a nun's robe, who was at the right-side candle rack, adding new candles.

For some reason, seeing this familiar scene brought John Wick a sense of calm and satisfaction.

He paused for a moment, then shook his head and turned to close the front door.

But before it shut, he heard the urgent sound of an engine, pausing instinctively to look towards the street.

The headlights illuminated the road before him, and soon, a familiar car appeared.

Seeing the car, John Wick had a hunch.

His instincts as a top assassin hadn't faded since he became a monk. If he wasn't mistaken, this was Mr. Chris's car, and the hurried manner suggested urgent business.

As the car came to a stop with a screech, John Wick turned back to look at the bishop, who was still engrossed in his book,

 and said,

"Bishop, it seems Mr. Chris has something urgent."

At his words, although Bishop York showed no surprise, Sister Eileen, who had been replacing the spent candles with new ones, paused in her task.

"The bishop was right."

Traditionally, the church would close by eight at the latest, but tonight's late closing was deliberately arranged by the bishop.

This was why the candles had almost burned out, necessitating their replacement.

Sister Eileen placed the newly lit candle on the third shelf of the rack and then looked towards the bishop.

The bishop continued as usual, the book never leaving his hand, though he flipped through the pages quite rapidly—roughly every few seconds.

She wondered if the bishop really understood what he read or if he was merely passing time.

"Let them come," the bishop instructed, not at all surprised, as if he, as a parent, would not hesitate a moment to cure his child's ailment if he had the means.

"Yes, Bishop."

John Wick straightened up and saw Chris, along with Ross, who was carrying Sharon, get out of the car. He immediately opened the door.

——

Thus, the silent church welcomed three more people.

Bishop York and Chris sat at the front, while Ross sat next to Sharon, who had woken up. Eileen and the standing John Wick were also present.

Chris sat on the opposite bench, turning to face the mysterious priest, trying to speak but finding himself unable to open his mouth when it came to the point.

Bishop York, sensing something, shifted his gaze from Sharon, who was chatting with Eileen, to the hesitant Chris and smiled.

"Are you wondering why I know about the dream words Sharon mentioned?"

Chris took a deep breath and nodded.

"Silent Hill," mused Bishop York with a sense of nostalgia.

In his past life, Silent Hill was the name of a game, and the horror film adapted from the 1999 game of the same name was well-regarded among gamers and moviegoers.

Being a movie enthusiast, he had not missed it.

But time had passed, and thankfully, after his transmigration, his memories from his previous life were very clear, including details from his childhood, without any omissions.

When Sharon was brought into the church, her peculiar condition had caught his attention.

Unexpectedly, Sharon turned out to be the key character of Silent Hill.

The plot of Silent Hill was not complicated and could be summarized with a single thread.

As this world differed from his previous life's universe, he did not dwell on specific timings.

Many years ago, the town of Silent Hill was just like any ordinary town.

But in a school there, a helpless little girl was bullied and ridiculed by all her classmates.

This girl was none other than Sharon's original self, Alessa.

The reason for the bullying was the town's remote location, which had become a breeding ground for a cult.

Alessa, born out of wedlock and without a father, became a sacrificial victim for the cult.

Ignorant adults, influenced by the cult, believed that Alessa was an evil witch.

They unanimously decided that burning the innocent nine-year-old Alessa was necessary to restore the purity and innocence of Silent Hill.

As public opinion swayed, the children, influenced by the adults, tormented poor Alessa.

One day, unable to bear the abuse, she hid in a bathroom where a janitor took advantage of her.

Alessa was not alone; her mother loved her dearly, but a single woman in that crazed town had no influence.

Thus, the residents of Silent Hill deceived Alessa's mother and put Alessa on trial.

Bishop York still vividly remembered those scenes.

Poor Alessa was placed on a pyre by the crazed adults.

Her heart-wrenching cries did nothing to sway the onlookers, who watched with cold eyes.

Perhaps even the heavens couldn't bear to watch, for an accident occurred: the support collapsed, knocking over the furnace, and a kind-hearted policeman saved the nearly charred Alessa.

Alessa was rushed to the hospital and survived, though she was severely burned and filled with growing hatred, which eventually birthed a darker version of herself.

Dark Alessa used her powers to engulf Silent Hill in a world of her own making, transforming the town into a hellish landscape. She sought revenge, but a church in the town, where many residents and cult members hid, resisted her with holy symbols and sanctified barriers.

Thus, Alessa created a kinder version of herself, Sharon, and left her at an orphanage for a benevolent couple, Chris and Ross, to raise.

As kind Sharon grew to the same age as nine-year-old Alessa, the trap set by Alessa began to unfold.

Yes, Sharon's current condition was entirely within Alessa's control; she intended to lure Chris and his wife to Silent Hill to break the church's protective spells and exact her revenge.

This was the Chris, after a moment of stunned silence, finally gathered his thoughts. His eyes, filled with a mixture of apprehension and determination, met Bishop York's steady gaze.

"Bishop, if we go to Silent Hill... what should we expect? What are we facing there?" Chris's voice trembled slightly, betraying his fear not only for his daughter's safety but also for the unknown they were about to confront.

Bishop York's expression softened. He understood the weight of the decision resting on Chris's shoulders. "Silent Hill, as it manifests in your daughter's condition, is more than just a place—it's a reflection of the soul, burdened with pain and suffering. There, the spiritual and the physical realms intertwine, making it a place where past traumas and unresolved pains manifest physically."

Ross, holding Sharon close, whispered softly, "Is there no other way to heal her?"

Bishop York sighed. "The power that binds Sharon is rooted deeply in the spiritual afflictions of Silent Hill. To free her, we must confront these afflictions directly. It's a journey not just of physical distance, but of the soul."

Chris nodded slowly, a resolve forming despite his fears. "And you're sure you know how to navigate this... this spiritual realm?"

"I've studied the phenomena associated with places like Silent Hill extensively," Bishop York assured. "While I cannot guarantee absolute safety, I believe we have a real chance to save Sharon. I will guide you through it."

John Wick, who had been listening silently, now spoke up, "If you decide to go, I'll ensure your physical safety to the extent possible. These matters might be spiritual, but having an extra set of watchful eyes won't hurt."

Chris looked at Ross, seeking reassurance. They shared a silent conversation through their eyes—a couple's unspoken understanding after years of marriage. Finally, Ross nodded, her expression firm. "We'll do anything for Sharon."

"Very well," Chris turned back to Bishop York. "We trust you, Bishop. Tell us what needs to be prepared for this journey."

Bishop York nodded appreciatively. "I'll make the necessary arrangements. We'll need a few things from the church, sacred objects that can aid us in protecting ourselves in such a spiritually charged environment. I'll also prepare some rites to fortify us before we leave."

He paused, then added, "I suggest you prepare mentally and spiritually. What you will see and experience might challenge your perceptions of reality. Prayer and reflection are advisable."

The next few days were spent in preparation. Chris and Ross, though anxious, found solace in their faith and each other. Bishop York, along with John Wick, gathered necessary items—holy water, crucifixes, and blessed charms—and prepared the rituals that would shield them as much as possible from the dark forces they were about to face.

Finally, the day came when they were to depart for Silent Hill. The early morning light was just beginning to pierce the darkness as they gathered outside the church, their bags packed with both the necessary and the sacred.

Bishop York looked at each face—Chris, Ross, and Sharon, who seemed more peaceful than she had in days, perhaps sensing that a resolution, for better or worse, was near.

"Let us go forth with faith," Bishop York declared, his voice steady and reassuring. "Whatever we find in Silent Hill, we face it together, and with the strength that comes from above."

With a collective breath, they stepped into the vehicle John Wick had prepared—a sturdy SUV equipped for any physical challenges they might encounter on their journey to Silent Hill. The engine roared to life, and they set off, the church receding in the rearview mirror, as they drove towards a fate yet unknown but one they hoped would bring peace to Sharon at last.

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