Hi everyone!
This is my first story, here in and I just have to tell you that I am quite emotioned to post it. I am Italian, so I ask for your forgiving since now, if I' ll report some errors in my writings. Well, I love Silent Hill games, but most of all Silent Hill 4: The Room is my favourite, while I never played with Silent Hill 1 and 2 and I know a little about these from something I read.
So here I am. I wrote this a few days ago, I hope you like it, but I want to make a preliminary statement about the story I' m going to report here. This is just a fantasy novel, born from my imagination and maybe, for this reason, it could sound exaggerate in some of its parts: I mean that, while I was writing this one, I put in it every particular, every emotion I felt for it at the moment, everything I had in my mind. Because of this introduction, I ask you all only a little, important favour: if you don' t like what I' m going to write, or would really like to kill me or write heavy comments for rewiew, please just click on the 'X' on the right high part of the page. But if you have some good constructive comments about this instead, I pray you to write all you have in your mind. I will accept and appreciate your act, really.
Well, let' s take a look to what I have for you now.
The main character of my story is Walter Sullivan, the serial killer from SH4. While I was playing the game, I just put myself some questions: he is a monster there, not only a damned ghost possessed by Valtiel, but while He was still alive.. what really happened to him? I explain you: what really happened inside Walter, to let him become the blood monster he was, at his death? The shadow of the religious Cult hidden in the story of Silent Hill, the brainwashing made by its teachings, that' s for sure. But what, why could a man lose the contact with the reality, and only hope in a new 'better' one? I don' t know if I am explaining you what I mean for real, I' ve never been good for this after all. And maybe I am a person who puts herself so much, too much questions °¬.¬
I took my idea from a story I read: its author pen name is E.P.O, its name is 'Goodbye'. I guess I just have to write my story, to let you understand more.
Here is a short summary about it: I wanted to start from the past, from Walter childhood. Walter grew up in the Orphanage Center of the Order, the "Wish House", within many other orphans, under the teachings of the Cult. He had some friends, when he was just a child, which he used to play with. But this is what happened when, one day, he tried to walk across the forest, in the fog, with one of his friends, Bob, and another one, Catherine.
This is the plot I was thinking to follow with my stories.
There were Three Revelations: three steps, to make the Mother awake. Alessa, the Mother of God, Walter as the 21 Sacraments Performer and this last child I added from my fantasy, Catherine, as the Holy Mother. But to awake the Mother, it needed to perform the 21 Sacraments. Catherine was the sister of Cynthia, older than her of some years, left by her parents in Wish House because of a deal between her father and George Rosten, and future 'victim' of Jimmy Stone, the Cult creator. I' ll add these particulars to create some links with the other characters of the game, and future victims of the killer Walter Sullivan. These are just some ideas of mine, but now stop, I' ll write my story without any other of my thoughts and ravings, I promise XD
I hope you like it, and I write in the end that it' s not my intention to violate any copyright or claim Silent Hill 4 characters as my own, and that this is a story born from pure fantasy.
Is always good to remember.
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Bob was walking through the full fog, following one of the several and unprotect paths which past through the center of the forest. It was so cold, dark and desolate, but he had to show strength, because he first had the idea to go explorating outside the Wish House. Walter was slowly walking behind him, a bit far, giving his glance to the plants next to the path, black and mourning under the breath of the cold wind in that night.
His blue eyes slipped away, in one moment, to the little, fragile figure of the child who was walking behind him and Bob: the little Catherine, designed by the members of the Order to follow him and Alessa, in the resurrection of the Holy Mother.
Then, the Gods and the Mother would be reunited. And it would be last for ever.
" It' s alright, Kate? "
Asked Walter, slowing down his steps. Also Bob, hearing his words, stopped a bit far, in front of the two children. Catherine gave him just a glance, before observing Walter, and the darkness that hugged that cold, ugly place.
" Bobby, Walter.. where are we going? "
The child answered like this, to the question of Walter, giving him another glance. The color of her eyes was dark, but there was a cruel fear shining through them. Catherine body was smaller than the other two, not tall and faint rather. She was trembling, but she' d go on on anyway, just following Walter. He was one of her dearest friends.
" Well, I think we are lost. "
Answered Bob, moving a few steps in their direction. He held his hands in front of his stomach, bending his head. Walter looked at him, feeling tears coming to eyes quickly, too rapids.
He was afraid to leave the Wish House, and the idea of have been losing the safe path to return was even more terrifying. But he' d hold on, he would with all his strength.
" No, that' s not possible! "
Whispered Catherine, opening her eyes a little more. She moved just a step in direction of Bob, before stopping, and looking at Walter. Her voice, thin and high, sounded as crystal rain in a shadow desert.
" Walter, please, tell Bobby that we are still next to the Mother' s House! "
Walter moved slowly his blonde head, looking at the dusty ground.
" I' m sorry Kate.. "
Answered her, simply and timid, trying to escape from her glance, innocent and now so clearly terrified. Bob came in front of the child, caressing her long black curls with his right hand, as to anticipate her reaction of fear.
" .. but don' t worry Katie. I promise I will find our way to come back to the Mother. "
He simulated tranquillity, looking behind the little girl, in the fog. The same fog he believed to escape through, now kept them prisoners in a web of Fear.
Walter was observing Catherine, in silence, as he was looking for a word, an act to calm her down. Even if he was dead scared too. But it was only Silence, broken only by the mourning voice of the Wind whispering through tree branches.
" .. o-ok. "
Mumbled Catherine, forcing herself to give Bob a little smile. So she went next to Walter, going away from the other little boy and sit at his feet. She gave him her eyes, hugging her legs at the ground. She was still trembling.
Bob moved his steps again, looking to the other two children.
" Don' t worry brothers, I will search our Home now. "
He started walking slowly in the fog again, trying to go back to the beginning of the path that took them in that empty place, as forgotten by Gods.
Walter opened his lips just a little, as to answer him, but his attention found Catherine, who silent watched him under the pressure of the cold air.
" He will find a way, don' t worry. "
Whispered, while he sit in front of her.
" Are you cold, Kate? "
The child nodded, observing the figure of Bob get lost in the fog behind her. So she looked at Walter again, hugging her legs stronger.
" I am ok, but.. the Master surely knows that we' re not at Home now. He will send someone looking for us, and.. "
The little boy stopped her words, nodding again, stronger.
" .. Bob will find a way before all of this, Kate. I know that. "
Interrupted her, with high voice, like he was trying to calm down himself either.
Catherine looked at him, forcing herself again, in a bigger smile.
" Yes, I trust you. You' re always right. "
She sneezed, the trembling grew stronger for a few minutes, and Walter made himself next to the child, who hugged.
" Don' t get ill Kate. Bob will be back soon. "
He whispered her only a few words, giving his glance to the fog, dense and impenetrable. The little girl bended her head, caressing the dust on the ground with the left hand.
" The Mother will be angry now. "
She closed her eyes, and some tears slipped down from these, signing her candid cheeks. Walter observed her again, moving with energy his blonde head.
" No Kate, she is looking over you, me and Bob. She will help us, I know that. "
The boy hugged Catherine stronger, as if this could help her stay quiet, but in a moment, all crashed down.
A scream, high and desperate, came from the fog behind them. The voice, it was Bob' s voice.
" Bobby! "
Screamed Catherine, standing again in feet, rapid, and Walter followed her, holding her left hand. The Fear was now Pure Terror, and another voice, far and louder than the first, added to the definitively broken silence of that evening.
" Follow me Kate, don' t say a word. "
Walter started walking toward the fog, holding strong Catherine' s hand, while the little girl looked at him, trembling stronger yet, nodding in silence. A Silence signed from Fear and those screaming voices.
Bob had moved just a few steps from them, and was now fell to the ground, in front of the figure of the guardian Andrew DeSalvo, drunk as always, who gave off an awful stink of alcohol.
" I found you, little, stupid bastard! Where are you friends? Answer me! "
Screamed him, while his right hand took his brown hair, taking him next to his fat, dirt stained body. The child gave off a lament, moving his arms and legs frenetic, as to liberate himself.
" Talk, I said you TALK! I' ve got no time to waste with you! "
Continued DeSalvo, while he let Bob' s hair, gone mad because of the alcohol.
Walter stopped, when he saw the figures of Bob and Andrew clearly in the fog. His glance found Catherine, frozen by Fear next to him.
" It' s Andrew, he found us! We' ve got to hide! "
Whispered her, looking at the bushes next to the path, but the little girl left his hand, crying.
" But where could we hide? "
Asked him, while Bob screams became louder, painful. Walter pushed her with him, hiding as well behind a bush, not far from the others. He was looking for Bob, through its leaves, when finally some tears left his blue eyes, without really understand what was really happening.
He looked at the guardian, totally out of control, then he found Catherine, huddled and crying in silence to the ground. She looked at him, his eyes, blue and brilliant as the water of Toluca Lake in winter, without saying a word.
Walter took a deep breath, starting moving his steps toward Bob, fallen on the ground and motionless, while DeSalvo continued to hit him, scary pig. Catherine looked at him, moving her hands as to tell him not to move, but he nodded. Everything would be ok.
" You know I' ll find you, and then you' re dead! I' ll call the Master, he will punish you all as well! "
His voice, heavy and arrhythmic, sounded like a cannon in the quiet Silence of the forest.
Walter stopped, trembling scared, moving involuntarily some leaves of the bush he was next to, as he was falling to the ground .
Andrew left the inert body of the child on the ground, observing the leaves falling to the ground, toward the position of Walter, hidden as possible behind the bushes. When the child saw him, through the bush, he can' t keep a loud scream, and begin to move back of some steps.
Catherine looked at him, silenced by Fear, when Andrew moved the bush branches, finding Walter.
" Here you are, little idiot! Come here, I found you! "
Thundered his voice, making his alcohol stink more intense, and he tried to take the child from his left arm, dragging him on himself.
The little girl was not distant, and saw everything, Walter crying, without the possibility of rebellion to that giant, fat monster, so she crawled a little back, while tears descended as rivers from her dark eyes.
Walter followed Andrew, without trying to liberate himself from his grip, and the guardian flung him on the ground, laughing insane. His neck had a crackle, while he moved his head from one side to the other.
" I don' t care a rap of the others, the little girl that went with you and that little crybaby. You really pissed me off! "
Thundered again to the little boy, motionless to the ground by Fear. Andrew was about to hit him with his foot, when a medium stone hit him on the head, not really powerful, but just enough to make him fall to the ground.
Catherine ran to Walter and Bob, quickly, trying to lift the first one, who was still conscious. Walter took her arms, moving back from the fat pig, who looked the little girl with a bad eyed, a pervert eyed.
" You are crazy Kate! Now he will kill you! "
Mumbled her, but she took his hands, starting to run toward the shape form of the Wish House, in the fog.
" Run Walter, run! "
Screamed her, but she didn't thought to DeSalvo, near and on feet again, shaky and dangerous now. He had just to move two steps, to take the little girl by her black hair, and dragged her on him with strength.
" Now you' re dead, little stupid girl! "
Screamed with a cacophonic sound of voice, his mouth smelled so bad, a strong stink of alcohol. Catherine screamed, trying to rebel against him, but his hand had just to hit her face, to quiet her little body.
" Run away Walter, run away please! "
She only said to the little boy, who was in front of her, not too distant, without making a move. Terrified from the evil that DeSalvo was doing his friends.
He nodded weakly to the little girl, and he ran away, quickly, as quickly he could.
Andrew tried to fling Catherine to the ground for following him, but she held his dirty, faded shirt, with all the strength she had into.
The man looked at her, with an evil blink in his eyes. Then he held her little shoulders in his own big, dirty hands, shaking her small, fragile body with violence.
" I swear that you will be dead before tomorrow. I swear, little bitch, I swear so! "
Thundered to her, alcohol touching her stomach so brutally to make her feel sick. And again, he would have done her something bad, as with Bobby, standing on the ground without a move. Something really bad, something even worse than what happened to the little boy.
Walter ran away, through the fog that had been becoming even more intense, as a big, grey cloak around the Orphanage territories, to the big main door of the Wish House. He put his little white hands on it, beginning to push it with all his strength, until the door get open.
He escaped through it, while the screams of Catherine became loud and piercing.
He made return to the Orphanage, looking for someone who could help him. But no one did care about him. There, Walter learnt that he should go on with his own strength, without counting on anyone, in any moment.
Only in the end, after a few minutes, he found someone who looked to care for him and his friends: the Mistress who had been teaching Catherine, to the Power of the Holy Mother.
When they reached the other two children, within some other Cult members, the little girl was still alive, but scared to death. Andrew had been punished by the Mistress, just a fat, alcoholised pig, who only George Rosten stopped her from killing.
Bob was very weak when they found him, he had been carried to Alchemilla Hospital, but there were nothing they could do to save him, instead of Catherine, who had been cured by the same Michael Kaufmann for a long time.
Her sores did heal, but the ones of her soul will be hidden there, for ever.