Silent Hill: Ideologies.
We wait in hope for the day, when the path to paradise will be opened. -Silent Hill 3
Chapter One: 'They're going to find you out…
…and they when find you out, you'll deserve every bit of what happens.' Tyler had thought strongly about those words, words that had been said out of hate, hurt, and probably much more. Tyler Dodd, Reverend Dodd to most, was now a man is his early thirties, the years have not been kind to him, he was surprised that he still had no grey hair mixed in with the dark brown whenever he examined himself in the mirror.
Nowadays it was a ritual, go to the mirror and look at what you've become, he looked somewhat haggard. Black rings around his eyes, his lower face was covered in hair, he hadn't shaved in years. He looked at his brown eyes, he thought back to what that young lady had continued to say to him, 'You'll never live this down.'
It was slowly becoming his mantra, repeating in his head every so often, year in year out. 'You'll never live this down, you'll never live this down.' But it's only a mantra, it only means he feels guilty, but guilt is something he can handle. 'Right?' he thinks to himself.
The guilt in question is Tyler's lifestyle; even being a Reverend, a Father to a flock, Tyler liked certain things. Women, those young ladies who enjoyed carnal pleasures with a man close to God. A perk indeed, he was blessed by God every few nights at times. 'You'll never live this down.' He never trying to look for anything more than pleasure. His second pastime was drinking, he drunk like he had a competition within him.
Sermons and sex, the blood of lamb and a bottle of Jamieson. He lived a perfect blend of Godliness and Worldliness. 'You'll never live this Down.' He knows this is wrong, but justifies it through works for God. Preaching to the townsfolk, bringing truth of Him, socializing with them, joining with the local activities, doing his part for Him. He would be forgiving for the lesser sins, sins that would never compare to the worst of sins. He would never commit those sins.
So here is Tyler six years in, a steadfast rock to the people of Shepherd's Glen.
Despite what he says, Tyler knows that his guilt matters. He looks away from the mirror through the bathroom door, he looks to his bed at the luggage he just packed. It's time for a getaway, away from what he is here. He needs to find a way to shed this guilt, become something better. Or he might just end up getting what he deserves.
So Tyler planned on taking a brief sabbatical to better himself, to wean himself off his personal activities he so enjoyed. So he was off.
He gathered his luggage and took it all to his car. He finished loading and went back and locked up his place. He pulled out his cell phone and called up his good friend Darren Ford, Darren's voice mail picked up after five rings or so, "Hey, Darren… It's Tyler, I don't know if you've heard yet. I'm leaving town for awhile. I've got things sorted with the Dean at the church. I should be back in a week…umm, give me a call when you get this." Tyler shut his phone. He took a sober look around, thinking about what he was trying to let go. He took a deep breathe in and slowly let it out.
Tyler climbed into his car, then drove off. Shedding a bad sect he has created.
