Heather stepped out from her car and landed on the cracked pavement of a town she knew all to well. It had been 13 years since she last saw the foggy streets of Silent Hill. She cringed as she remembered the horrific events that happened here. The lives lost here were too many to count. She had tried so hard to forget, but found she couldn't. The world had shunned her soon after she returned from this hell of a town. No one understood her, they deemed her crazy. She has no friends.
The only sound heard in the town now was that of her heels clicking on the road. She clutched her bag close to her side. It held the key to her freedom. All the shops were deserted and lonely; the inhabitants had left years before. The girl didn't care, in fact, she rejoiced at the chance to finally feel at peace. After all, that's why she came here, to be at peace. As she reached the lake, her delicate fingers danced over the railing. The corners of her mouth pulled up into a small smile. She moved across the road and ventured towards the church.
Heather pressed her small frame against that of the churches large wooden door. "What have you done?" She whispered into the oak. She stumbled back and fell over the steps. She propped herself up on her hands and brought her knees up. "Look at what you have done!" She screamed at the church. "Look…at…me. You did THIS!" She had gotten up and faced the town when she shouted this. Tears flowed freely down her face and unto the ground. The bag she worn over her shoulder was flung on the ground and she dropped to her knees, still facing the town. She fumbled with the bags opening and reached inside. She found what she was looking for all too quickly. Before she knew it, she was writing her apologies to the world on a small piece of copy paper. She gripped it tightly in her hand and picked the gleaming revolver up off the freezing ground. "Are you happy now?" she asked quietly. She placed the barrel of the gun in her mouth and slowly pulled the trigger. Her crimson blood flowed over the pavement and splattered over the stone steps of the church.
Vincent had watched the scene intently from the attic window of the church. He smiled and thought, "You have done well Heather, my dear. You've made us all proud." He stepped into the cold air and grabbed Heathers lifeless body and pulled it into the safety of the church. After he drew the Halo of the Sun on the wood floor in her blood, he spoke words from The Order's sacred book and blessed the girls' body. She was then dragged into a burning fire. He prayed for the town to be revived. He flung open the wooden doors and marveled as the mist of the town began to fade, and siren began to sound.