A/N: Welcome to my now official story; 'Attachment'. This follows Heather & Valtiel after the events of Silent Hill 3, with a little romance. My writing does get better as I go along, so don't run out on me!

Disclaimer: I do not own Silent Hill or any of the characters in this FanFiction, the story- plot and such however belongs to me.

Chapter 1:

Slowly creeping along a rusted wall, the faded paint and blood flaked away and fell to the tiled floor silently.

My crimson gloved hands are gripped onto a pair of valves, the aged metal screeches in protest as I turn them. I can hear other creatures as they stalk the halls, their groaning and uneven steps irked me to say the least. The occasional one walks by me, but they don't stop. They know better not to pester me unless I give them reason to. I am superior.

A warning growl rumbles from my chest as a lone nurse walks my way, she keeps her distance but the irritation makes me twitch more than usual. Just think of something else.

After a moment, I find my thoughts drifting to the girl. She who was to birth the god, a mere teenager. It was made my duty to protect her, or rather the creature that lay in her womb. However of course like parasites, it needed a living host. So I was to keep an eye on Cheryl and revive her if necessary.

Cheryl.

Yes, that had been her name. She had come accustomed to the name 'Heather', but her true name would always be Cheryl.

Why I had even remembered the girls name was beyond me. I shouldn't waste my time thinking about her anymore. Claudia had ordered me to follow her, but she was dead now as well as her god.

But after so long of following, observing and merely being close to Cheryl, was it so wrong to feel a slight...attachment?

I had been pondering about this for some time, and had decided not to bother arguing with myself any further and simply admitting to the fact. I had to spend a good portion of my time around the girl, and so a mild attachment isn't very surprising.

She had killed god, but I didn't care. It was merely my duty to make sure the god was born.

I shrugged off the lingering thoughts and crept into the ventilation system.

Heather/Cheryl

I dragged a hand through my dirty blonde hair, and cringed as a cloud of dust fell around my face. I pulled the window down to hopefully blow away the dirt. Folding my bare arms across my chest, I shiver and sink further into the seat. Its so cold, and I regret not wearing a turtleneck with sleeves. Speaking of which, how long had I been wearing these clothes? I tried not to think about how much sweat, dirt and blood had built up on my vest and skirt.

Douglas drove us down a long winding road, I had no idea and no interest in which road it was. I was just glad this deal was over. Claudia is dead, as well as her precious 'god'.

Silent Hill. Surely the most messed up town on Earth. You'd think that like in all stories, you destroy the bad guy and everything is better again. The sun comes out and the world is beautiful again. But of course, this was no fairytale.

There are still monsters in this town. Theres still twisted people and dangers around every corner. I feel the sun will never be seen here again.

But somehow, I feel as though I shouldn't leave this place. I feel like I'm being drawn to Silent Hill. I know I was born here, but should I really feel such a pulling sensation?

I don't have much time to think about this as Douglas has come to a stop at what appears to be a gas station. I sigh. He must just be filling up for the long drive home. He scans the area outside through the windows and gets out quietly as to not draw attention to us.

I soon get out of the car as well to see Douglas frowning at a gas pump.

"It isn't working, it must be out of fuel or something..." He says frustratingly. He puts the nozzle back and looks around the area.

"...How much do you have left?" I ask.

"Not enough. When we run out we could walk, but I'd rather check around to see if I can find some more gas." He replied. His frown had become deeper, he clearly didn't want to be here much longer.

"...Oh, o-okay."

"There's bound to be heaps of fuel here, don't worry it won't take long." Douglas reassured me. "Alright, come on we better get moving." He takes a few steps before I interrupt.

"U-Um Douglas wait...I-I have to go do something..." I tell him quickly. His face twists in confusion and he turns back to me.

"What could you possibly be up to now?"

"Don't worry, I'm not going to go get in more trouble, I just feel I need to do something. I'll be fine, meet back here okay?" I said quickly and my voice got louder as I was now walking away.

I can hear Douglas sigh and he nods "yeah okay, but be careful!"

I slowly lose sight of him as I descend into the fog towards the hospital.

And that's the end of chapter one...very short and crappy, but it gets better I promise! please review~