Heavy Rain fanfic
Heavy Rain 2: Rain of Blood
Chapter 1: Cold in the Rain
Hope you like this new story I am starting. It takes place a year after the first game. I will have new characters but I might reference the old ones every now and then. This is following the story if Scott Shelby was killed at the end of the game.
The rain came down hard. The night would have been dead quiet if not for the insanely loud patter of rain. That and the police sirens added to the noise. No one though really paid attention to the police sirens. The city had a high rate of crime so seeing the flashing red lights and the annoying wails were nothing new to the citizens. If someone, however, concentrated hard enough, they would have picked out another noise in the night. It was the sound of a woman crying.
An elderly woman was on the sidewalk, getting drenched in the rain, which mixed with her tears. At her feet stood a young boy, seven years old. He had short brown hair and white skin, but the skin was even paler now. His eyes were closed and an orchid was placed on his chest. Clutched gently in his hand was an origami figure, a dog to be exact.
Police crowded around the woman and the child, searching for clues. They knew they wouldn't find so much as a half a print. The rain washes away all sins, but it was standard procedure and so they had to do it anyway.
The old woman didn't so much as glance at the officers. She just stared sadly at the corpse of the child. It was her grandson and his name was Tommy. She had raised him since he was two, when her daughter was caught with drugs and put in jail. Having no other family, she took the child in. She had loved the child as her own, and now he was gone and there was nothing she could do about it.
Her attention turned to the whispers of the officers. They were talking as quietly as they could but she caught bits of it here and there. The words were burned into her mind.
"Orchid"
"Origami"
"Drowned-Rainwater"
"Killer"
"Again"
She didn't look up when she felt an arm wrap around her. Someone was talking to her as nicely as they could, with a hint of annoyance and anger in their voice. She wanted to protest as the person lead her away from the scene but she felt cold and numb. Finally, she looked beside her to see Captain Blake pushing her down the road to a nearby police car.
"Come on Mrs. Williams." Blake said as nicely as he could, "Let's get you out of the rain. I'll update you when we find anything ok."
Mrs. Williams just nodded as he opened the door for her. She silently got in as Captain Blake ordered the cop in the driver seat to take her home. The cop cranked the vehicle to life and slowly went down the road. She turned her head around to view out the back window. Mrs. Williams watched as the officers put a white sheet over the body of her grandson. She wanted to cry again but she had no more tears left. She was alone now; her husband was dead and now was her grandson.
"No." Mrs. Williams thought to herself, "I'm not alone. My grandson's killer is still out there. Still breathing. And I'm going to find the person. The Origami Killer."
The Origami Killer was back, or at least a copy-cat was. A year later it's happening again, and Mrs. William's grandson, Tommy, was the killer's first victim. The cops knew there would be more bodies. Suddenly it seemed the sky was pouring blood onto the city, not just water.
