"Bang!"
He snatches and twists his body in despair by the sound that had woke him up. He feels that he's bound by chains to his wrists and feet. (Well, you may say this is an originally way to begin, but in fact, this story can only begin like this. He got these chains from the door, if you know.)
"...what... the... hell..." Henry snaps around his head from side to side to see what had caused the noise.
The room's obscure, he can't see the whole room but estimates it's big and high in ceiling. It smells of stuffy and blood, just like the attic from one of the neighboring towns to Silent hill. In the opposite position where he hangs there's silhouettes of what can only be big cages. For birds? No, Henry wasn't dumb. And stranger, he couldn't figure out where the source of the tiny light that lighted up this room comes from.
He raises his head and sees a tall figure in the doorway. Or is it a figure? He isn't sure. All's so blurry to him that he can't tell if the old, dirty walls are turning for real or not.
"...this is it..."
Henry snatches again. A whisper and that is for real for sure.
"...it's my second chance... Don't... Don't screw it up for me!"
Yes. He's now sure that the tall figure in the doorway had spoken. But there's no figure, nor a doorway. Henry widens his eyes and then peers.
"What... the hell was-"
"Bang!"
The noise comes from the back of him. He tries to look back over his shoulder but can't see anything.
"Might I ask: looking for someone, huh?"
A man with blond hair to above of the shoulders, long, blue coat and a big, bright smile on his face stands in front of him.
"I said: looking for someone?" The man looks up at Henry and circles around him, "I... I heard that you killed someone and broke someone's important ritual. True?"
Henry quietly watches the man as he circles around and touches him with a knife.
"So. I think it was rude of you" The man says when Henry doesn't answers, "don't you think?"
"W-Walter..."Henry begins,"I-"
"And now you're gonna be punished, my friend!" Walter interrupts Henry,"This is my revenge! You were the last one to finish it! And you screwed it! You don't know how much I needed it! How much it meant for me! And you killed me! You killed me, Henry!" ("Killing a person aint no big deal...")
Walter walks around Henry so they face each other. Walter breaths jerky and short of the upset that washes him over. He starres at Henry, sticks the knife into its scabbard and begins to hit Henry with its handle. It looks childish to Henry, the hits are small and powerless but there's nothing he can do but just hanging there and wait.
When Walter's done with his little tantrum, he steals himself in front of Henry and strikes the hand into the wild hair. A bit ashamed of his childish behavior.
"Tell me... What do you have to live for?"
Henry opens the mouth but no word comes out.
"Right, nothing. Well, except for that girl Eileen, but when she knows about your little sneaking with that peeping holes she'll goes mad." the voice sounds triumphant and more steady now,"Why did you killed me, Henry? I had something to live for. I had it! Why wasting your life? You're just floating around and nobody knows you. Why don't you give up your life to someone else who needed it?"
Henry stares at Walter, speechless.
"Huh? Think about that." Walter turns around and steps into a big, rusty fan. He hears that he slams around things as if he looked for something, the fan suddenly disappears.
Through a window from beside Henry, a mannequin jumps in, it have a spear in the bloody chest.
"Wake up, Henry!" It says even though it has no mouth, "This is all just a dream. Just step up onto the lonely moon, fall into the path to heaven and then you are awake again."
The mannequin blows some kind of white powder right into Henry's face, he coughs while the strange mannequin dances away through the doorway. The walls are turning and twisting again, the room takes different shapes and the rain falls upwards outside. The door moves from one side to another and Henry sees the door moves above his head. It's all wet inside the room. A strange noise, sounds of metal to metal, something heavy drags over the floor. Slowly footsteps mix with static noise that can only come from a radio and oddly he can hear his heartbeats. Shapes of abstract figures runs over the bloody walls. Henry can't deciede if there's a human shape or just something else, but is he too high on something or is it real for real? He isn't even sure if he's scared.
"...That you, good buddy? ...No, daddy! Please! Don't! Mar- is that you? …Try harder...Cher-...Dad, I'm home...This town called you too. You and me are the same...I think I've been there before...Is he okay like this?...M-mom, Mom?..." voices echos from a near distance and are the last things Henry hears before he dozes off.