James & Heather had finally managed to escape the elevator. They threw their clothes back on, and began the journey through the hospital corridors. Heather had just received a phone call from a man who thought as low of Claudia as she did. He had told her to come help him, so he could give her a "seal". She knew that he might be just as bad, or even worse, but she didn't have any other choices. She knew James needed to find his wife, but when that crazy bitch was running loose, she had to take all the measures she could against her.

The pair walked through the hallways silently. She didn't know what was going to happen when she got to Leonard's room. If she died, someone would have to kill Claudia and keep her from bringing the God back. She didn't want to drag him into this business, there was enough on his plate already. But she was totally out of options…

"James," Heather broke the silence. "There's something I have to tell you."

"What is it?" James perked up curiously.

"You see…I'm not a stranger to this town. I spent my childhood here. This town used to be ruled by a cult. 17 years ago, a girl was given up to become the mother of the god of this town. This girl had special powers. Her classmates bullied her because of this. She lived a horrible life, which ended after she gave birth to the god. The god didn't get the chance to come to full power, because one man killed it." Heather was holding back tears at this point.

James was fascinated. The religious phenomenon certainly explained the insane shit that went on here. Mary had mentioned the history of Silent Hill as being a sacred place. But it certainly wasn't peaceful, or beautiful if a cult was sacrificing people to an evil god. He couldn't help but wonder how Heather knew all this.

Heather drew in a deep breath and continued. "That man was my father. He killed the monster of a god all by himself." She shook violently as tears welled in her gray eyes.

"After the god was dead, the girl who birthed it came back. She had the other half of her soul in her arms as a newborn baby. That baby was me. My dad raised me like I was his own flesh & blood." She couldn't contain her tears anymore. They cascaded down her ivory skin swiftly

"And now, a woman named Claudia wants that god back. She tells me she wants me to bring paradise. She won't let anything stop her. She even killed my father." Heather could faintly speak as the tears violently escaped.

"Someone has to kill her. It's the only way to keep the god from being born. And I don't know what's going to happen to me when I find Leonard. If I die, you have to kill her." She looked at him with huge, weeping eyes. "Please…promise me you will!"

James felt horrible for her. He knew what it was like to lose someone close. Moreover, if killing Claudia was what would stop the insanity here, he'd do it. He didn't know what that implied, but the consequences would be disastrous if somebody didn't do something.

"Heather…I promise."

"Thank you!" Heather managed to whisper. Life was going horrible for her right now. Her father, the one person who'd loved her and was always there for her died. The woman who killed him was trying to make her a part of a cult. She'd had numerous death experiences in one day. She was pretty much entrusted with the task of saving the world. She didn't have anyone to trust. Yet she had a total stranger willing to risk his life for her.

Heather was so moved. She needed some encouragement and affection. In a way, it was like one of those days where you just needed a hug, only on a gigantic scale. She wasn't touchy-feely, but today was the perfect exception.

She threw her arms around James and buried her head in his chest. He was taken aback by this gesture. After all, she wasn't of the most cordial disposition during their first meeting. But after the whole Mary/Maria dichotomy, it was good to see someone so real. So scared, so aware of the terror around them.

He cautiously put his arms around her. "Everything's going to be ok one way or another." He tried his best to soothe her. She burrowed deeper in his chest, still crying heavily. Even though it didn't really have any bearing on her current predicament, it seemed to make everything better for a moment.

She inhaled deeply. She couldn't help but notice how good he smelled. He was warm, too. She didn't want to have to leave the comfort of his arms to go to her probable death., but she didn't have a choice. She slowly drew away, leaving wet patches of tears and mascara on his shirt.

"Stay out here and wait for me. If I don't come back…go to the amusement park and find a man named Douglas." He nodded in agreement. Heather walked in, ready for whatever may come…

Author's note: I know that was entirely too serious and nobody got naked. But y'know, plot n' shit. Stay tuned.