Aren't I just the suxors

Aren't I just the suxors? All these original characters…tsk tsk. Ok, well I was bored and decided to write a wee Silent Hill fanfic with Walter! I don't own Silent Hill or any of its characters. Yay!


She was in a forest. She wasn't quite sure why she was there, or how she got there in the first place, but she was there. She was sitting by a large, strange-looking rock, taking in her surroundings. Her curly brown hair fell onto her pale shoulders with each turn of her head. Her eyes held a mysterious shimmer and appeared to be the color of wilting vegetation, though much more alive. Her only clothing was a long, white, cotton dress that dragged the ground as she walked along the path.

She was convinced there were no humans around until, suddenly, two young children emerged from a rusty metal gate behind her, causing her to turn. The two children, holding hands, stopped in their little playful stroll and stared at this pretty woman half-fearfully. Seeing these small humans, the woman's soft lips curled into a grin and she slowly approached them, being sure not to appear threatening. At last, she squatted before them and smiled warmly, looking between their faces.

"And what are two children doing in a forest all alone?" She purred.

"P-Playing…" One of them replied, looking up at her bashfully.

"A forest is a dangerous place for children to be all by themselves. Where are your parents?"

The two children looked at each other and frowned. Maybe she wasn't from the Order after all. With an unspoken agreement that this woman meant no harm, they finally told her, "We're orphans. We live in Wish House."

They pointed behind them to the unseen orphanage. The woman looked in the direction they were pointing and searched the trees thoughtfully. She stood slowly and gave a nod of understanding. The children suddenly looked up at her in desperation. She was an adult. She could go there and tell him that they were out here without permission. Then he would beat them.

"Oh, please don't tell on us! He didn't give us permission to go out and play so he doesn't know we're even out. But…God gave us permission!"

"God?" She looked down at the innocent creatures with interest now. What did they know of God?

"Yes…the scriptures tell us so! God protects us! We…we learned about the descent of the Holy Mother!"

The woman was confused now. The Holy Mother? Descent of the Holy Mother? What did they mean? Her brow furrowed, but something told her not to ask them. She had something else she needed to do. She shook the questions from her head and smiled down at the children.

"I won't tell. I promise. Now, can you two tell me where there's a graveyard?"

"You mean the one near Wish House?"

"Yes…"

The children gave her directions and she thanked them and swore 3 more times not to tell 'him' that she had seen them. None of the people guarding the orphanage saw her, but the children did. They all watched her as she moved quietly through the muddy yard to the northwest door. She smiled at them gently and they'd smile back. A couple tried to follow her but she told them to go back to the orphanage; they couldn't come with her. She walked two more trails through the dismal forest before she reached the small cemetery. She had at last reached her destination.

Various souls wandered the graveyard, oblivious as to why they existed in this plane. However, the woman was looking for one in particular. She walked among the graves, glimpsing the headstones and almost giving up when she remembered the free-roaming spirits. Then, she saw one sitting in front of their grave marker, staring down at the freshly placed soil. She approached him warily and smiled as she saw the name on the headstone. He looked up as she stood beside him, casting a shadow over him. His green eyes were shiny and curious as they examined her face.

"Hello, Walter."

"Who are you?"

"Leslie. You summoned me, didn't you?"

"I…don't think I did."

"Did you complete the Holy Assumption?"

"Yes."

"Then, you summoned me, my dear."

Walter Sullivan stared at the beauty before him in confusion. How had he summoned something by killing himself? He stood slowly and looked down at her. She had an ethereal look to her. What was she? Why had she come to him? Walter had never read about anything about this. Carefully, he asked her, "What are you exactly?"

"Me? Why, I'm an angel, silly."

Walter looked at her skeptically, arching a dark brow at her. She frowned at his look and looked herself over in confusion. At last she looked a bit flustered and suddenly beautiful, black-tipped, white wings sprouted from her shoulder blades and spread out majestically. Walter's look faded and he stared at the wings in awe. They folded and the woman before him looked up at him, appearing to be a little embarrassed.

"Sorry about that. I don't really expose my wings very often."

"You're a real angel, then?"

"Of course I am. Before you ask, I've come to assist you in completing the 21 Sacraments."

"Assist me? But you-"

"I can't kill anybody, but I'll make sure it's a bit easier for you to."

She smiled at him gently and took is hand. Suddenly, they weren't in the dank cemetery anymore. They were in a void, a black void. Walter looked around in confusion and looked to Leslie questioningly.

"This is your canvas. Make your world how you want it to be; whatever's the most convenient place to kill your final 10 victims. Change it as often as you want. I'm always there when you need me."

She smiled and kissed his stubbly cheek before dissipating, leaving Walter alone to create his macabre masterpiece. A crazed smile played on his lips as he began thinking up his worlds on a whim. With a sadistic laugh, he said into the chilly air, "Just a little longer, Mother."


Wow. That is possibly the shortest chapter I've ever done. Holy jeez! Okay…anyways...I'm done for right now…might start Ch. 2 tomorrow. Review for the love of all that is sanct! Or Walter'll hunt you in your sleep.