Author's note: When I said "Heaven In Hell" was a oneshot, I lied. I just can't get enough of James & Heather. I fan girl James and his quirky mental vacancy! If you don't review you'll die.

What in the fucking hell just happened here?

Oh, that's right. James Sunderland had just fucked a girl he knew for all of 30 minutes, found out she was underage, and he was trapped in an elevator. The reality of his actions came to him quite suddenly. The whole reason he was here was for Mary. He'd nearly died so many times for her while he was in this place. But he forgot all about her when he was having feisty, jailbait poon.

James held his head, feeling the guilt that had been plaguing him ever since he got in Silent Hill. He was bathing in his own pool of self-hatred when he suddenly caught the powerful odor of smoke. He looked up, only to see the nude form of Heather leaning against the wall closest to the button panel, smoking her cigarette.

"HEATHER!" James scolded. "You're really going to smoke in such a confined area?"

Heather looked at him incredulously. "Dude, calm down. I fucking DESERVE a smoke after all this. I've been working with these buttons for like an hour. Apparently, you can't help because you have to sit there and be emo or something. And you desperately need to reexamine your priorities if my smoking bothers you, but this town doesn't."

"I'm sorry." James said, defeated. "And this town does bother me…a lot. It's just that….well, I guess I'm sort of a reckless person."

Heather walked over and sat beside him. She was very interested in this guy. Someone who could face a platoon of demons without breaking a sweat was either stupid, or brave. "James…how are you reckless?" She asked inquisitively.

James drew in a deep breath. "Well…it's crazy…I mean, it doesn't even make any sense to me. I know I could die, but I just can't stay away from them…." He drew in another deep breath. "What I'm trying to say is….I like big holes."

What?

He's got to be playing some kind of prank.

"Alright, James. You're saying you like big holes?" Heather confirmed the nonsense that was said to her.

"Yes!" He shot back excitedly, as if he was glad somebody finally understood him. "I love big holes! Huge, huge holes! I see one and I can't resist it! I HAVE to put myself inside of them! If I can't get myself into them, I at least try to shove my fists in there. At least to the elbows."

Motherfucker's crazy.

Heather shook her head. Out of all the people in the world she could be trapped with, she had to be trapped with him. She sighed. Not only would she have to take care of herself, she'd have to make sure he didn't hurt himself.

"I mean, it's like an addiction! When I see one, I have to jump down!" He animatedly described his passion to her.

"You-you have to jump down?" Heather was confused.

"Well, yes. You know, those big holes in the ground. I mean, I found one in the apartment complex that I just had to stick my arm in. Then I found FIVE in the prison, and…" Heather interrupted.

"So you're talking about holes in the ground?"

"Yeah! What did you think I was talking about?" James looked puzzled.

"Nothing." This guy was unusual, to say the least. He seemed to be like one of those people who was really, really brilliant, but you wouldn't know that at face value. He seemed like he was a genius, but did some truly offbeat things.

"And…I don't care if I get my hands dirty. I stuck my hand down a toilet a morbidly obese guy puked in to get a wallet!" He was almost prideful.

"Alright, that's just disgusting! Why would you do something like that?"

"I didn't have a choice! I had to so I could get a wallet that had a combination to a safe! It was another one of those puzzles." James explained.

Heather had encountered many of those same puzzles during her visit to Silent Hill. He was at least mentally competent enough to figure them out.

"You know, James…considering we had sex & everything, I feel like I owe you one. There's safety in numbers, right? So if it's not a big deal, I think we can finish my business and find your wife." Heather offered.

"I thought you could handle yourself. I thought I would only get in your way." James sounded almost sulky.

"Look, I'm sorry for what I said. And I know you barely know me & I barely know you, but we need to stick together."

She had a point there. James needed someone who didn't keep dying and coming back to life. She also seemed like a rough and tumble girl who could fend for herself.

"Alright," James agreed. "Let's get this elevator working again….."

TO BE CONTINUED!11one!