Author's Note: Chapter two is here, and I already have three done as well. To be honest I'm pretty excited to be writing with Eileen Galvin as the main protagonist. Throughout Silent Hill four she was afraid and stuck to Henry's side like a magnet (If you didn't run too fast and leave her behind). But unlike previous secondary characters she was a load of help with her own weapons. I can't tell you how frustrating keeping Maria in Silent Hill two from harm was. So long story short Eileen isn't totally helpless and has potential to be a good heroine. But I'm defiantly not forgetting who she is and how she acts. My only regrets at this point are her relations with Henry. I may have been confusing, one moment she's all soft hearted but the next I'm forcing it down your throats they aren't physical. I'm just not a Henry/Eileen fan. Maybe a little Walter/Eileen…but no relationships! A reliable source informed me that if Eileen and Henry had been roommates this long one of them would have tried something on the other. But my only argument is I don't think anyone really wants any special favors from the other after all the things Walter made them endure. Just saying. So enjoy, chapter three will be up promptly.

This was all new to her. Being the one to squirm through the tunnels in search of Henry instead of vice versa.

Eileen crawled on her hands and knees through the never ending hole that stretched from the bathroom of the apartment to God know where. She wished she'd worn longer pants because her knees were scraping against the rough interior of the passage. Cold air flushed in as the light came into view. A light at the end of the tunnel. It was sickly ironic.

Eileen allowed herself to believe just for a second that she was dead, killed in the supposed earthquake and now made her way to Heaven. But that was too cruel to think, giving herself that sort of faith was useless. If she was going anywhere at that moment, it was hell.

The clank of the metal bat in her hand hitting the tunnel floor made her uneasy. It was loud and could draw the attention of something.

As Eileen got to the end of the tunnel, she stuck her legs out first and swung them around until she felt ground. Her body vibrated with fear as soon as she stepped fully out to see where she had ended up. She froze. In the logical part of her mind Eileen realized that Walter couldn't be dead, because God didn't want him and the devil wouldn't be able to control him. Her green eyes gazed at the room where that final fight had gone down. The macabre machine in the vat of blood, the bodies draped around the room. This was where she almost died; Eileen remembered walking right at death without fear. Not that she was brave; she was just possessed by Walter.

I can't get cold feet, not now dammit.

The room was different then last time she'd been inside, barren and dead. The murderous rotation of the machine in the center of the room was still. The blood was dry and caked the dip in the floor it once filled leaving a putrid scent behind. Each body lined up around the room was now withered skin on bone. Even the giant creature was gone, leaving its chains hanging from the ceiling. Walter's body wasn't there either.

If he were alive, he'd want to finish….

Eileen stopped thinking before she got too far.

At first she was fearful to move in case the one simple step forward triggered the room to come alive. It however did not.

Eileen headed towards the stairs and looked up them. She ran her hand over her arm that had once been broken. Her entire frame shook. Being here was too much for her.

"I…I can't. Henry I can't." she sobbed. Her hand slapped against her mouth to muffle the next heart wrenching sound to leave her lips. Eileen shut her eyes and sank to the bottom step. Who was she kidding? Henry had made it out alive by an inch. The Otherworld was made up of someone else's desires and fears. Eileen was facing someone who was a God here.

Dropping the bat to her side, Eileen put her face in her hands and cried. She felt so weak and useless. Fear held her back and because she let it Eileen hated herself.

"Oh God I'm sorry Henry." Eileen wept.

Henry grimaced and sat beside her on the couch, putting an arm around her heaving shoulders. "Eileen…never be sorry."

She looked over at him and wiped the tears from her redden cheeks. "I feel so ashamed. Don't you get it? What happen to me, to us. It scarred me Henry. I don't think I will ever be okay."

His hand resting on her shoulder tightened its grip. "What happen to you is beyond shame, crying isn't a weakness. If you were still in shock or…or in denial, that's weak. Not you Eileen, you're strong. Walter couldn't strip you of your humanity. I don't expect anyone to recover fully from something like that. But it's over, your safe. Never forget that."

He was right and she knew it. Fear kept her alive; it's what separated her from the bold who walked right to their death. Strength only went so far. It was the need to survive and the fear to know her boundaries that would keep her going.

Sniffling, Eileen drew her sullen face from her hands. She ran her palms over her jeans to dry them, then rubbed away the last of the hot tears from her face. As Eileen rose she thought about what she was meant to do. Starting her journey at the end of her last one left her with two options. Go backwards and end up at the beginning, where ever that was. Or find something significant in this room. She and Henry always ended up entering the places Walter wanted them to go. Eileen landing here in this deserted Otherworld made absolutely no sense at all.

Eileen grabbed the bat and stood, releasing a hefty sigh. She could do this, she knew she could. This was more than a nightmare reborn; it was a chance to prove herself. Eileen Galvin was not a broken victim, she was a survivor.

She went to searching the vast room. The rancid smell made her skin crawl, and it was strong enough to make her head hurt. Eileen didn't know if it was the dead bodies, old blood or the monster she supposed was laying dead somewhere beneath the room. Either way she was glad her stomach was void of food, or else she was sure she would vomit.

The twenty one sacraments was left incomplete…that must mean he took Henry to finish them. By why not me? Walter can't do the ritual backwards can he? I have to be twenty, I'm before Henry. It makes no sense why Walter didn't just kidnap me instead.

Perplexed, Eileen muddled through her own theories as she continued surveying the room. Just like she thought, it was a big empty memory. In a way it reminded her of her childhood clubhouse. It had been her secret place until she grew out of it. When she came back years later it was worn out but untouched. Time took its toll on the little structure just as it had here. The violent lifetime this place had was over, now it was harmless. Eileen wondered if all the areas she and Henry had been to a year prior were like this. Maybe the ghosts of Walter's victims still gurgled under the Obedience Swords, but that would be all.

Frustration filled her. Eileen forced herself to face this hellish rewind, and yet nothing came forth to oppose her. Was she trapped in this hollow world for eternity?

The pain struck her then. Her left temple began to throb, a pounding in her skull drummed loud enough for her to hear. She had felt this before; they were an effect of her rejection to Walter's possession. The bat fell from her hands and she gripped her head and screamed. It hurt so terribly that her vision wavered until everything in the room meshed together. Eileen stumbled backwards, tripping and falling into the open dip in the floor. She rolled over the caked blood and hit the side of the deadly machine.

Eileen had no concept of time. She could have been there for a few moments, or hours. When her daze cleared she opened her eyes slowly. The feeling of crusted blood flaking and rubbing against her skin made her stomach twist. Her side hurt from where she'd slammed into the rotating bend of metal, luckily missing the spikes that decorated it. Sheer desire to escape the grotesque trap willed her up to a sitting position. Blinking her stunning green eyes, Eileen rubbed her head where the pain was.

"Ah!" she whimpered. Pulling her hand back, she found blood on her index and middle finger. Checking the spot again she realized she'd cut her head somewhere during the fall. She got up to her feet and brushed the crimson flakes from her jacket and pants with disgust.

"Eileen!"

The brunette gasped loudly and looked up at the source who'd called to her. Standing at the edge of the dip was Walter. The younger version of the man who tried to murder her stood there above her, looking down with a mixture of joy and worry. In his right arm he held a Robbie the Rabbit doll, just like the one she had. Except this one had blood covering its mouth.

She was speechless. All Eileen could muster up was a low mumble of his name. Little Walter must of heard it because he smiled. He was so tiny, so innocent. Did he realize he would grow up to be a monster? Or was he blissfully unaware?

The boy reached out his free hand as a gesture to come to him. "What are you doing in there? Come on! We got to find my mommy!"