I am very aware that I should be working on 'Plausible', but the day I wrote this was the day I finally finished Silent Hill the Room. God, excellent game; even though I was a total pussy to go around every corner. XD Anyway, when I saw the ending, I realised I got the shitty ending where everyone dies and Walter wins. I wasn't happy, I love Henry and Eileen ( no matter how annoying she is in the game) so I decided to make my own ending....
Silent Hill belongs to Konami, I think. I cant remember, I'm so brain dead. XD
A typical city, was Ashfield. It had residents going about there business; down streets, up stairs, around corners, and straight out of town. Recently, panic has been finding there way into peoples minds, ever since the 'Walter Sullivan' case was reported. Mothers with small kids, hid them in their home knowing well that they passed the Ashfield Subway everyday. Radios for the past days would have reports on the case, explaining the horrific loses of innocent people and the infamous religion that started in Silent Hill. The only place police hadn't investigated was Room 302 in The Ashfeild Heights apartment complex. No one suspected...
The apartment room hissed from the silence. No windows rattled, the sink wasn't filled with blood, the fridge was empty, the living room fan aired the room, and there was not a single indecation of chains that clung to the front door. If one made down the small hallway, they would hear the mumbles and occasional shouts from the room to the left. Henry moved side to side in the covers, with his face scrunched from a pain that held him a prisoner. He'd groan and moan from the nightmare, his body was coated with sweat and his face, with tears. His back arched and he let out a last gasp before his eyes jolted open. Wide eyed he look around the room and try to adjust to the morning light that shown threw the creases of his window drapes. He'd close his eyes and grumble from the sting of sun rays and with his fingers would wipe the 'sleep sand' from his lids. His body was tense. Waking up to several horrors had your body alramed and his body was beyond aware.
Another glance around the room before he scooted to the edge of his bed and stumbled quickly to the rest of his home. Taking big gulps of air he'd use the wall for support and survey the area. Nothing. Everything seemed normal but he walked ahead with caution. While taking quick back and forth glances around the room, his eye caught sight of what brought that straining terror he first felt before this all happened. The hole that scraped into Eileen's room was still there and stood proudly before Henry.. Panic hit him like a frying pan when he saw it and without even thinking, threw himself toward it to see the other side while knocking his chairs to the floor. Trying to calm himself down enough to look through, his focus slowly showed him that damn rabbit facing the other direction. But there was no Eileen. He muttered 'scary toy' before pushing himself from the destroyed wall.
"Eileen..." His voice broke out. He placed a hand on his forehead and felt like he'd have a heart attack. Slipping on his shoes, he paused when he looked at the door. Henry glared at the peice of wood that seperated him from reality and Walter Sullivan's world. Walter....His teeth bit his lip in an attempt to stop him self from screaming and pounding the door with his fists. Taking another step closer he looked threw that peep hole and was shown the boring blank wall that taunted him threw out his 'adventure'. "You need to see her....Just turn the handle..." Even his 'convincing' words didn't soothe the feeling that strangled his gut as his hand extended toward the golden orb. For a few minutes his hand caressed the knob, as if it was a pleading gesture of mercy, before his fingers curled around the metal instrument. With his eyes jammed closed and his brows knitted he twisted the handle quickly and pushed forward, tripping over his legs in the process.
Down the hall a mother and her child just walked by and saw the iccident and rushed toward him. Henry hissed from pain and heard the sudden rush of foot steps and jolted to his feet.
"Oh my! Are you okay?" She asked dragging her child with her. His blond shaggy hair was stroked back and strands would find their way to his face. His eyes were brown but adverted his gaze else where, he seemed to be a little shy by the way he hugged around his mother's legs. His mother seemed to be in her mid 30's and had dark brown hair that was pulled back into a thick braid. Henry looked at her stunned and tried to remember how to talk to a human being.
"Y-yeah, I just....tripped." He said blankly and returned a smile to the other. She smiled and ungrasped her child's hand to take his. Henry looked at the friendly gesture blankly before it processed through his mind that he should take it. Her delicate hand reminded him of Eileen's when he'd hold her's running through hallways. They returned a handshake before she spoke up.
"I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch your name..." Her smile was to pleasant and caused him to smile back happily. It was over.
"It's Henry. Henry Townshend. May I ask yours?" She chuckled.
"I'm Tuesday Lincoln and my son, Jake." She patted the blonde head and he smiled at her so lovingly. Walter wanted to feel that. That trust, that attention, that protection, that love....
"It's nice to meet you Miss Lincoln-"
"MISSES Lincoln." She half giggled that and blushed. "Jake and I came by to check out these apartments, we need somewhere to stay before we could get a house in town." Henry's smile faultered. Stay? Here? His mentally shuddered at the thought of the family being hurt and their son crying.
"Heh, here? What so special about here?" He said forcing out a chuckle. She joined the laugh.
"I dont know. I feel so drawn here for some reason, it seems like maybe we'd accomplish something here." Once again panic rushed through him.
"Have you checked down Maple Street? Man, they have a beautiful park down there, I use to go down there and take some pictures." Her eyes lit up.
"Are you a photographer?" She almost shouted from amazement. Henry's smiled returned.
"Yeah. I've gotten awards in college for my pictures. They say I have an eye for deep moments..." This was weird to him, talking wasn't a big thing he did and here he was. Doing it.
"That's impresseive." A quiet chime rang from her purse and she looked away from him to search her bag. Henry watched until he noticed Jake staring at his door. His eyes followed an invisible figure, watching every movement like his life depended on it...hell, it probably did. Tuesday's rambling was merely the background of his surrounds as he watched the boy time to time.
"...'Kay, I'll be over there. Love you, Bye." She clicked the cell closed and took a breath of air. Jake blinked before he shook his head and looked up to her.
"What is it, mom?" His light voice sang out and she smiled from the sound.
"Oh, your father just got out of a short meeting and needs us to pick him up." Her dark eyes went back over to Henry. "Well, it was really nice to meet you, Henry."
"I'm glad I got to meet you too, MRS. Lincoln. You too Jake." The two made a timid, shy smile and turned, waving good-bye down the hall. He watched them disapear around the corner before he went back into the room. Everything was happening too quickly, he needed to calm down and figure out where Eileen was. He walked back into his room and fished out a phone book from his drawer under his phone. Finding his number, he picks up the phone and dialed.
"Hello? Is this the Ashfield Hospital?"
The hospital room shown in rays that shimmered when birds flew over head. With her eyes focused on the window, hoping for something to take her away from the doctors and skantily dressed nurses. She'd occasionally take a sip of the water provided, she wondered if Henry was ok. She missed him, she was worrying for him. What if he didn't come back? Was he still there in that world? What could she do to save him? Her hot tears marked her face and with her working hand, she'd swipe away those drops and stare at the window. Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock from the door.
"Miss Galvin? There's a Townshend, on the phone for you-"
"Give it here!" She reached toward the nurse and held out her hand with her fingers spread for the grasping. The nurse cocked an eyebrow before waving down the other's arm.
"I'll transfer you." She left the room. Eileen waited patiently before a buzz startled her. She groped the side of her bed for the damn thing, until she grasped the curved object and took it off the main body.
"Henry?!" Her voice cracked. She held back tears but soon couldn't and let them fall while she was still in the security of reality.
"Eileen? You're okay, thank god..." He inhaled deeply and he let out a shuddered sigh. Eileen rested her head on the pillow behind her. Henry was fine, he was fine.
"I'm going to come see you." She opened her eyes. "I'll be there in few minutes...."
"Okay.... please hurry. And be careful." She whispered. They both came to far to have Henry get hit by a car. She heard the click on the other end and hung up her's also. She smiled and cried, the combination was so strong, her eyes began to burn.
Henry walked over toward his door. This day was emotionally draining, he need rest. It was 8:45 in the evening and he had just made his way home from the hospital. Eileen was fine, he did what he had to do. His fingers graced over his cheek remembering his good night kiss from Eileen. He felt like crying all over again, just to remind his body it as was over. Turning his handle he swung open the door quickly, half expecting to see a ghost disapear down his hallway. To his amazement and relief he saw nothing and conitued inside. He saw that damn hole again. It taunted him like a child with candy, a toy, a secret. He strolled over to the indent and grabbed his shelf, thrusting the crafted wood over it to erase it's existence. Pictures fell from the top and crashed to the floor, creating flowering designs of shards.
He turned himself away from it and looked toward his room. LIke he said, it was an exhausting day he needed rest. He kicked off his shoes before slinking off down the hall to his bed, where he might actually dream of something nice. Right when he was just about to enter his room he heard a jiggling from his door. The sound startled him, he looked behind immediately to try and catcha glimpse of anything. Shakily his feet stepped over eachother to the unchained door. Peering around the corner. HIs eyes looked about the room and saw that he was still alone. Then his eyes saw it...A stained red paper, in view under his door.
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