Author's note: Alright! 3rd chapter is finally here. I had to do a lot more research on my part in the construction of this chapter. I had to also borrow resources from Silent Hill Origins since they are connected since the Silent Hills that involve Alessa and the Order are as followed. SH Origins, SH1, SH3, and SH Homecoming. Silent Hill 4: The Room has a VAGUE reference of the Order with the thing about Walter Sullivan being raised in an orphanage run by the Order and one of the people who raised him the most was Dahlia…but it doesn't count in the case I'm trying to make. P.S. The chapters will have the name stated above.
If you played Origins you will see certain creatures make their appearance from both SH3 and of course Origins. It's easy because not all of the creatures from Origins had symbolized something about Travis, most of them had something to do with Alessa's past. Like I said in the last chapter, yes; Heather and the Task Force 141 will be in the same chapter but they won't meet up. That will actually happen very, very soon! I just wanted to at least focus on Heather for the most part. Plus this chapter is pretty long, maybe not as long as Chapter II but it's still long. So I wanted to fit it into the next one.
Another P.S.: Don't think Heather is going to be the only one dealing with monsters of her past, present, and future. There will be…special…monsters coming up soon.
Chapter III: Crossfire
"Nothing in life is so exhilarating as to be shot at without result."
The young Mason spent the last half an hour or so running away from monsters, scavenging around for supplies such as food, water, and of course ammunition. You can't run away forever. If she had a dollar for every time she had to pull the trigger of that Beretta 92 9mm to put one of those nasty looking incantations down for good, she'd be rich. In fact she just came from a scrap not too long ago; there she was walking away from a canine that is currently bleeding out. She'd would back and feel for the critter but since it tried to kill her and also for the fact that half of its head is like cut down to the middle, there wasn't much room for sympathy. Taking a breather she decided to sit down on the curb and pull out the emptied clip from the pistol that was basically smoking right now.
"Goddamn…I'm running low on ammo again. I only got like three clips left." Heather said as she looked at the three magazines in her hands. Sighing she'd stand up start walking again, she wasn't too far away from Heaven's night. Once she turned the corner she couldn't bear to hold her smile back, there was Happy Burger and right across the street there was the Heaven's night! Never in her life have she's been happy to see such a sultry place. 'I'm almost there! Who knows maybe they'll be some supplies in there too!!!' Heather thought as she started to cross the street and walk down the block getting ever so closer to the club.
Suddenly an explosion went off from inside of the said nightclub! The noise of it took the blond back a bit in shock and awe. She stood there standing and staring at the unaffected building, the explosion probably wasn't big enough to destroy the damned thing but still…it was an explosion! Can things get anymore weirder?
"Wh-what the hell?!" She muttered to herself looking at the building, Heather decided to take a couple more steps closer till she started hearing gunshots. Tons of gunshots! Instinctively she got down behind a mailbox and kept her head down. Panic quickly overtook her as she held herself and stayed behind the mailbox wondering just what the hell was going on. She looked up from the mailbox to see what was going on.
The gunshots wasn't coming from anywhere outside, it was all inside of the nightclub. It also didn't sound like just one gun, it sounded like multiples. Plus it wasn't a pistol or anything like that…it sounded like a machine gun of some sort! It's like whoever is in there right now are having some kind of warzone going on there. Then she thought…multiple guns = multiple people. Looks like her, Douglas, and all of those crazy psychos in the Order aren't the only ones in this town. But who could be packing so much heat? Claudia and her fiends don't use guns to kill…they use monsters to do their bidding. So what exactly is going on here?!
Gripping the edge of the mailbox tightly she continued to look onwards at the nightclub under fire. "Just what exactly is going on in there?" She asked herself in short of a whisper, so she decided to have the guts to actually try looking. Taking a deep breath she got up from her hiding spot and pull out her Beretta, loading it with a fresh mag and everything. She was fairly confident she could hold out against whatever that was in there. She looked over her shoulder at the shotgun that was slung on her back, she didn't know what type it was but all she knew is that it shot dozens of shells at a pretty good distance for being a shotgun. It actually looked like one of those shotguns from those Dirty Harry movies or something.
With this in mind she bit her lip and took off running to Heaven's night. While running she thought to herself, 'I-i…I just gotta see what's going on in there!' skidding to a stop she stared up at the front door that was actually non-existent; the only reason that she knew of that was because of the little jagged pieces of wood that remained on the side of the frame, plus the little hinges that hung loose. She gulped down on nonexistent fluids and slowly made her way up the stairs, her heart was beating, she didn't know if she could do this anymore. Because this was a different kind of fear. Heather even got used to the monsters in this town! She just gets really shaken up rather than really scared. But this was different, this was getting shot. Shot by someone she would or wouldn't see, getting in the crossfire of a conflict that isn't hers. These weren't monsters…these were humans fighting humans!
She took another step closer and this time she crouched down and used the stairway for not only cover but also so she could see inside of the nightclub without anyone seeing her. Maybe they'd see the top of a blond head of hair but in this kind of situation whoever was in there was in…why would they even care?
Inside she saw the environment of the club, tables all over the floor, bullet casings sprawled out all over, and she could hear the screams and yells of battle, along with the ensuing fire of machine guns. It looked just like a scene from an action movie of some sort. If she were to really focus she could hear a foreign language and English being yelled at each other. She raised her brow in confusion at the language. It definitely didn't sound American. Then she saw a man walking backwards while firing at an unknown force, he stop momentarily to take out the empty magazine from his assault rifle and toss it to the ground. While he was digging through his large vest for another magazine she was able to get a good look at him since he was slightly turned but not entirely facing her.
The male wore a olive green jumpsuit with black combat boots, his sleeves were rolled up but his gloved hands were stained with dust and blood; most likely not his own since he didn't look injured in anyway. Over his green jumpsuit he wore a large vest, probably a bulletproof vest of some sort. He looked like some sort of pilot without a helmet on since from watching so many movies back at Portland with her dad back then, one of them was behind enemy lines and that's how they look like without their large helmets. He had real short but fuzzy looking hair complete with a partly shaved beard, his face was rough from years of warfare but there was something in his eyes…she couldn't tell what it was but she could tell that he wasn't one of the bad guys.
The assault rifle he was using looked like one of those AK's terrorists and gangsters use, to her it looked pretty badass. She only wished she could fire something like that, taking her eyes off of the fighting pilot she looked down at the pistol in her hand and back at the rifle that the man was in the middle of reloading and wondered for a quick second. 'I wonder if I could find such a badass gun like that in this desolate land of gayness…' she thought. She gave another quick look at the rifle then back at her pistol then shook her head.
"I doubt it…" She whispered to herself, and so she continued to watch the battle ensuing before her. While he pulled out a magazine out of his vest before he had the time to shove it into his own rifle, a battle crazed Soldier rushed out from cover to try to take him down. With a battle cry he swung his AK-47 at the pilot, with quickness he ducked and used his own AK to smack some sense into the man. The pilot after ducking uppercutted the Soldier right on the jaw causing the male to stumble back dazed and confused, the pilot was on the prowl and swiped him once more with the butt of his rifle this time across the face. With a spin the Soldier fell on his face but the pilot wasn't finished with him, he stomped on his back and shot one single round into the back of his head. Such a brutal execution.
The scene itself caused Heather to cringe and really think twice about even coming close to the nightclub after seeing this. She just witnessed a murder...'Oh my god…th-that was just unnecessary.' She thought. It was different then all those war movies she used to watch since well…it was staged. This was real. Could she be next? Thoughts like that gave the blond the biggest stomach ache ever. But she had to be strong.
So she continued to watch. She watched the pilot drop his own AK and pick up the others, "He won't need it where he's going…" Heather said about the dead Soldier who basically just got jacked. The Pilot examined the gun and she could tell how thrilled he was but she didn't get it, they were the same gun. It didn't make sense till the Pilot cocked some kind of attachment under the barrel of the gun as if it was a shotgun.
"Is that what I think it is?!" Heather quietly exclaimed, since when did the Military make tiny under barrel shotguns to fit to rifles! It's like having two guns in one. She doubt she could find any of those around Silent Hill…the carnage she could cause with that kind of gun would be endless. Heather had Goosebumps just thinking about it. In a weird way…she actually started to enjoy fighting these things. Just a little bit though; she didn't know how to explain it either.
"Chyort (Shit!)! The shotgun attachment is out of shells…maybe my fellow countryman has some shells to spare." The pilot said as he bent down to search the dead Soldier for any rounds in him whatsoever despite the fact that machine gun rounds were flying past his head, his little run was cut short when a small little destructive ball came flying his way, landing just a couple of centimeters away from the dead Soldier. Heather squints to try to see what exactly it was.
But she could tell it wasn't any good if the Pilot had stopped all scavenging to look at that thing and try to act accordingly.
"GRENADA!!! (Grenade!!!)" The Pilot yelled fearfully as he picked the round ball of destruction and toss it behind him without even looking, in response he got up and ran into the line of fire to probably kill whoever threw it. With that he disappeared from Heather's line of sight but what didn't disappear from her sight was the little ball that he tossed behind him, which was now coming to her.
"Grena—what? What the hell does that even mean?" She asked herself before the thing had landed right near the door, rolling ever so slowly. And that's when it all made sense to her…she watched enough war movies to know what that is.
"Holy shit!!!" She yelled before turning on her tail, running down the stairway as fast as she could but it wasn't fast enough. The grenade blew up not so far away from her, blowing up what was left of that room and the frames of the door. Heather was blown back from the force and landed in the middle of the road.
"Umph!" Grunting she kept her head down, not by force. Her ears were ringing and her vision was blurred, slowly she tried to raise her head up but all she saw was a funny looking version of the nightclub in front of her. With a caved looking version of the entrance looking all messed up but still accessible, even the sign above was all messed up. She slowly stood up and stumbled about, snow and ash fell from her head from laying there so long for such to gather about.
Her vision and her hearing were coming to but she still felt oh so weak, she also felt the need to puke but she held it in.
"…Fu-fuck this shit!!!" She tried to yell as she decided to run away from the death trap what was Heaven's night, hell even another explosion went off inside of the clubs where the noise just made it even worse for Heather to focus on running then falling. Coughing and stumbling about was the way she decided to run but she stopped by tripping over a discarded bike on the road. Slowly coming to she crawled on all fours till she couldn't crawl anymore, why? There was another abyss that wasn't there before. Looking down at the foggy depths of hell she decided to finally let it all out, she puked. Retching and spilling out all the contents she ate from the deli she had ran into early that she looted for food all fell down into the abyss. When she puked up all what she had for lunch she wiped her mouth with her wristband then looked at it just realizing what she had done.
"Yuck…I'm gonna have to buy a new one if I ever get out of here…" She said in a strained voice as she slowly stood up and looked behind her at the nightclub. "Looks like I have no other choice…" She said to herself as it was now absolutely necessary. The only way to get to Brookhaven Hospital was to go through the nightclub's backdoor.
Heather turned around and walked back to pick up her pistol that she dropped when she went flying from the grenade and then stood still, staring up at the clubs. She stood there for a good while contemplating how was she supposed to even get in there without getting shot. Come to think of it, the shootings had stopped…so did the explosions.
"Is it over?" She asked while partly taking tiny little steps towards the club, her steps stopped on the first step of the stairway, she winded up looking up at the clubs again or what was left of it. She had to think of a plan to get through there without getting caught. Then it came to her. 'I got it!!! I'll just literally run through there…I'll just make sure to occasionally hide behind some table or wall or something then take off running again. I know where to go in that place thanks to the map, the backdoor is not that far in. It'll be a piece of cake!" She thought.
Putting her pistol in one of her pockets and then tightened the shotgun sling on her back so it wouldn't be that much of a nuisance while running through. Mentally preparing herself what she was about to do. Heather literally had to run into the discontinued line of fire, blindly too! Not knowing if she might run into whoever those men were…they could kidnap her and do God know what! Shaking her head she stopped thinking about these things…if she stopped here how would she ever avenge her Dad? She'll never kill Claudia with the way she's thinking. Taking a deep breath she rubbed her boot against the steps and cracked her knuckles.
"Okay…3…2…1…GO!"
And she was off. She ran up the stairs and just dashed right into the club! She slid down to the floor and hid behind one of the discarded tables. Heather bit her lip and clutched her eyes closed; she scraped the back of her thigh when she slid for cover. But that was the least of her worries; she was now in hostile territory and had no idea when or where these men who shot off those guns would be coming from. So she had to get out of there! Taking a quick look behind the table she looked around briefly, there was no one around.
"Alright Heather…get yourself together. Let's go!!!" She whispered to herself as she picked herself up and ran down the stairway, heading straight to the cellar.
At the exact same time, Captain Price had walked down the stairway and opened the door that lead to Section two Bravo in his definition. Yelling up above to Nikolai and Soap who were still taking their sweet time up there.
"Let's go you muppets! We're Oscar Mike, get your gear!!!!" Price yelled. Heather in the meantime had gotten down to the cellar and hid behind a wall, back pressed up against it and with her pistol drawn out as well. Would she dare fire at the men who had now made their presence known? Gripping the Beretta tightly she decided it wasn't best to mess up her cover and just focus on getting out. Leaving the wall's abode she turned around to continue running deeper into the cellar where the tiny little steps would lead to the backdoor till she saw what she'd hope to forget.
Five dead soldiers all sprawled out on the floor. One was even twitching, she gasped loudly at the sight but hearing her gasp which would eventually turn into a scream if she hadn't bite down on her hand to stop herself from screaming. She couldn't help the gasp though, it was a horrifying sight.
In the meantime, Captain Price didn't move a muscle as he thought he heard something. An echoed gasp perhaps? 'Somebody is still alive…' the British Soldier thought as he stood there. Behind him Soap and Nikolai walked into the large room and joined his company. MacTavish looked over at Price who looked awfully suspicious of something.
"You alright, mate?" MacTavish innocently asked before Price put his finger to his nips and did the 'shh' sound. The only one who didn't catch onto Price's hints was Nikolai who went towards the stripper pole who seemed to be pretty happy upon finding a bag of beef jerky.
"Haha! Hey look what I found!!!" Nikolai yelled out in pure joy, almost sounding like a kid at the least till Price slammed his fist into his Kevlar protected chest. He knew it didn't hurt the Russian but it would catch his attention.
"Shush!" Price muttered before making some tactical handsigns noting the two that someone was here. They both nodded their heads and followed him, drawing out pistols of their own and going down towards the cellar where the noise came from according to Price.
Heather in the same time was still down in the cellar staring at the bodies' tills he heard footsteps, it was time to go! Shaking off the sight of the bodies from her mind she just ran up the stairs and kicked open the door with the heel of her boot, with the steel door flying open Heather once again began her run outside down the alleyway. Now she was in the middle of the street, she looked over her shoulder and from seeing this that there was nobody behind her. She knew she was safe so she could relax.
"Thank God…" Heather exhaustively said before hunching over breathing in and out after a frightening run like that, never before she ran like that. Wait…scratch that, yesterday she ran like that. Standing back up she looked behind her at the open door she just kicked open and knew that those guys were hot on her tail.
"I can't stay here." She said briefly before walking off, she continued down the middle of the road to see it. The Brookhaven hospital. There it stood in all of its glory. With a big grin she crossed her arms and took a second just to stare at it.
"I made it!"
Heather ran across the street but the sudden she just had was telling her to get down. Turning to her side she saw the outlining of a trash can being tossed at her at such a speed, instantly she got down and covered her head. With her hands over her head she could feel the tiny little wind that was made when the trash can went over her head and crashed right into a stop sign. She looked up from her downed state and saw what exactly threw that can at her, her mouth dropped since this was the biggest thing she ever seen.
"This isn't my day…" She said in low whisper as she witnessed the biggest monster she has ever seen in her time in Silent Hill.
The size of the beast was about half of the size of the Hospital, its skin was brown and it had neither eyes nor a proper head. It must have used its long thick neck as a trunk to toss the tin can at her. It had the body of an elephant yet the neck of a giraffe…well a fat looking giraffe. But again there was no head, when it walked it dragged its neck around; it's like the stump of that neck was its head.
Heather stood up and stared at this creature, it was almost unreal but then again…what isn't unreal in this town? She looked onwards to notice that it wasn't just slowly treading its feet around any longer, it was actually pulling back as if it was getting ready to charge. Her eyes widened at the realization and she looked around herself to see where she could run off to or hide from it, it simply was way too big to fight! And now it was charging at her.
"Oh fuck!" She screamed as she took off running and ending up jumping out of the way. The large creature winded up missing its goal and ramming into the stop sign and the small connivance store, completely destroying the front of the store. Heather had rolled and tumbled upon landing from her miraculous jump for life, she also had wind up scraping her left arm thanks to the concrete sidewalk. Whimpering a bit she'd pick herself up from the ground and glance over at the large beast who removed itself from its mess and stomped it's way over to where Heather stood.
She shuffled backwards whilst looking up at the mammoth of a beast, snorting and breathing down at her. Heather could feel the same anxiety and the raise of her heartbeat just like before, looks like she was able to remember what it was like to be afraid of these creatures again. With a loud battle cry the beast lifted up his two legs up high and attempted to slam 'em right back down to try squishing the blond.
With a terrified shriek, Heather stumbled back and fell on her back which in return saved her from a gruesome death. When she started to crawl back the creature lifted up its stump of a head to let out the loudest roar that she ever heard. The force of it had made the bangs of her hair blow past her face a bit, but it just reminded her that this is in the way of her quest for vengeance. This just wouldn't do. Getting her will to fight back she wittily held her nose up high with one hand while sitting up and reaching behind her to grab something.
"Ughhhh, your breath smells like ass! Here…let me help you with that!" Heather yelled up as she pulled out her shotgun and aimed it up at the beast. Little did she know the power behind that old shotgun, it was a Winchester Model 1887. It took her a little target practice to use against those tiny little leeches back at the subway station from hence it came, but it was worth it.
She slid her tiny hand around the barrel and the other around the little ring where the trigger laid and also where she'd have to pull the lever of the gun to cock it back. With a glare in her eye and her teeth bared, she pulled the trigger instantly feeling the powerful kickback of the legendary shotgun but the less also saw the point-black face shot that the beast endured. In agony the beast flailed it's large neck around in the air from being shot in the face by Heather but it didn't stop her yet, immediately after shooting that first shot and absorbing the kick of the gun she'd cock it back by pulling the lever of the old shotty. Seeing the ejected shell leave the shotgun's abode she'd pull the trigger yet again, this is one time she felt glad to ignore the pain of surviving as long as she's kicking ass.
The second shot she fired was put in its chest but it didn't seem to phase the best much. So after cocking it back, she shot another shot in the left leg. The creature stepped back a bit with its un shot at leg only for Heather to shot at the said leg before it even hit the ground. The shots the creature took caused it to stumble back a bit in pain but it was far from beat.
Heather now knowing it's safe to stand; she'd get up and cock the shotgun back by pulling the lever once more.
"C'mon you little bitch! What happened huh?!" Heather screamed out as she put another round in the back of its neck, seeing all the blood erupts from the wound was actually pleasant to the eye. It was a sign of winning to her.
"Huh? What happened? Come on! Is that all?" She yelled back beckoning it to fight as she cocked her shotgun back again, feeling the adrenaline rush through her bloodstream. In the back of her mind amidst all this chaos, she wondered when her father was fighting these things…she wondered if he felt the same as her? Enjoying the thrill of fighting these things, it's not like she looks for it but if it comes at her…she'll give it hell.
The beast had charged back to try and prepare another rushing attempt to try and mow her down like it did the convenience store, but to no luck it stopped it's attempt for a second since Heather put another shell into the same place she shot before. The back of it's neck. It only stopped for a second to feel the pain, but then it took off charging. Heather in the nick of time had jumped out of the way yet again, this time the creature had rammed itself into a utility pole. Upon it crashing into it, it slowly began it's decent with electrical wires snapping all over the place. The wooden pole had fallen between the creature and Heather clearly drawing a line for the two.
Quickly getting up from her state, she'd get on one knee and pull the lever, cocking back the shotgun so she can continue her attack. She had one more shot to go, Heather aimed down the sights of the Winchester and shot good and true. She was able to place a well aimed shot to the same spot she shot up once again. In response, the creature had stumbled about and leaned itself against a building's wall and stayed there for a little bit. Heather couldn't help but grin at her handy work and took this time to start reloading her gun, the only thing she hated about this shotgun was that it had to be reloaded one shell at a time. Sucking her teeth she pulled the lever back and hastily opened her one of her numerous vest pockets and started pick up dozens of shells. She loaded the 7-shot gun, one shell at a time. During this the beast was eventually able to catch it's breath and stand back up. But it wasn't calling for an attack, it was calling for the Calvary. It roared out, louder than before…shortly Heather's radio was ringing more so then before.
She stopped reloading her shotgun at the 5th shell to hear it, than she looked up to see what exactly was going on. Amongst the mist a whole horde of monsters emerged from the foggy depths of the town. Four of them were those odd looking split head dogs, three of them were those scary looking things from the clothing store she first killed that was eating that body…except there were three of them this time, five were these enormous humanoid fat slobs of monsters…if she remembers correctly she saw one of them sleeping in the underpass not too long ago, along with one more creature; it's like the thing she just shot up brother or something!
"Oh my God…" She muttered to herself while standing up just to see the masses of disgusting deformed things just coming at her with an intention to kill, plus now she had to deal with two giants not counting the five fat ones.
Stepping back she cocked her shotgun and bit her lip, 'Oh no…what am I going to do? Help me Dad…' Heather thought as she continued to back up holding her shotgun in one hand and the other trying to reach for her pistol. All hope was lost till she heard the similar fire of machine guns right behind her, except the rounds were literally passing right by her lithe body and right into those monsters that wanted to claim her life so badly.
She tried to turn around to see who it was but before she could even do so, a powerful commanding voice boomed over the chaos of the monsters growls and the howls of machine gun fire. He called out to her for her safety.
"GET DOWN!!!" The voice yelled, Heather did so within a split second. She covered her head and just closed her eyes wondering what exactly was going to happen. And if she could put her finger on it…the voice sounded Scottish. She could only wonder who but right now…she could care less.
x—Devil May Cry
Author's note: Haha! Done with chapter III!!! It took a while to do, it made me even a little late to hang out with a couple of friends of mine but it needed to be done. If I got back to this later I would have forgotten to put the stuff I did. But hey it was worth it! I think we all know who that mysterious voice is **. One more P.S.: Please tell me how you like my view of Heather? She's one of my favorite characters other then Harry, Alex, Travis, and Alessa. Unlike some of the females in these games, she actually has balls and a temper to match it! This is one thing I like about her. So tell me what you think overall about anything, reviews would be really nice so please leave some. EVEN IF YOU HATE IT!!! Which I know you all don't…at least I hope. The next chapter I'll have to say I can't wait to upload. Till then, see you all around!
