I lay in the chapel. The ground was cold from the recent rainy spell. Dank, too. The high moisture in the air had seeped into the building.
God, I was so cold.
A little spasmodic shiver ran through my limbs, and shifted me enough to make me need to cough. But oh God did that hurt, too. It started out as a little, abrupt exhalation of air, and continued with sounds that I made from pain. I sucked in a deep, deep breathe, and literally felt the blood rush into my lungs.
I suppose the coughing and half-screams were what alerted them.
The chapel was rushed, and I could hear footsteps pounding on the planks, and by then I was jerking spasmodically, as I fought my own body for air.
Take in a breath, splutter; warm fluid on my cheek and chin, eyes rolling to the side and up so hard I can feel the muscles straining, hand clenching- the ground, my wound, my clothes; exhale: deep, rumbling stutter in my chest.
I could see my own blood next to my face, reaching red fingers to collect my hair and mat it.
Oh God oh God, that's my blood, God save me
A shiver that racked my body, and I stilled. I swallowed some of my own blood- what bitter victuals.
Come, God, summon your valet; sup from my mouth. Drinketh of all my life, and render me holy.
For the Blood is the Life.
Someone's hand touched my face, and the contact startled me so that I jerked my head away. Mumbling, distorted voices.
Who were these people? Meddlers, to be sure. Why didn't they just leave and let it play out as it should.
But…. But I didn't want it to play out, that way, right? I didn't want Claudia, bat-shit insane as she was, to have the last laugh. I was being a hypocrite to my own beliefs, now.
I settled against the floor, finding myself surrounded by an unnatural flush of warmth. Why, honestly, I could just lay here and wait for sleep to come. How cozy.
But really? I think I just wanted it all to end. I was tired.
Shadows shaped like people's heads and shoulders floated and hovered above my view. They may have been real, or they may have been the Darkness falling again.
I beg thee this, my one last indulgence, my God.
A line from my childhood, from a religion I had shouldered and let drop a long, long time ago wheeled a brief, dimly spectacular arc in my mind
/If I should die before I wake, I pray
the
Lord
my soul
to
take
Let me die.
I felt a different, solid, almost scorching sort of warmth latch onto my shoulders, squirm its way underneath. It had a definite shape, prying and poking. Oh. Probably fingers. In the same moment, the same sensation clamped around my ankles: warm, organic manacles.
One- one last……. Indulgence….
Even though I put no exertion forth on my part, it felt like my entire body was just burlap and sand, as I felt myself lifted from that cradling warmth. Oh, just put me back, put me back God this hurts. A groan, a small, stifled cry torn from my chest.
Let me die.
A/N: This was something I cooked up after having read a theory on Silent Hill Heaven forum board, where someone hypothesized the reason why Vincent's body disappeared was because his body was transported back to the real world.