Author's Note: For some reason I am not pleased with this chapter, to me it seems a bit rushed. And as I read it over and over in hopes of fixing my dilemma, I find myself unsure what it is bothering me that I want to change. Oh well, we all have our screwy chapters. I've noticed that my other Silent Hill story 'Silent Fairytale' is the only one coming up in the recent post lists and not this one. I enjoy my Laura story, but this one is more important to me, hopefully it was a onetime error. I've got a million other ideas for stories, mostly SH4 related, but seeing I just finished SH3 (It took me forever to get a hold of a copy) I am pleased to be brainstorming a new story. I do hope you enjoy this chapter; sorry it is a bit late.

It was over, she was dead. He'd found her before she could even pose a threat. And to top it all off, she had fallen right into his trap. Eileen wondered if Henry had ever really been there or if Walter had made her think he was. Either way Henry wasn't there on the slab now. Eileen was alone, with Walter Sullivan.

The brunette took a step backwards and braced herself against the elevated bed. If she hadn't she would of fallen to the ground before him. Their eyes met on a terrifying level, refusing to unlock. If she looked away he would win, or at least it felt like that. Eileen wouldn't show him weakness, that wasn't chance she was willing to take.

No words could come to Eileen's lips, however a whole array of things went through her mind, things she wanted to say to him. Or do, more then talking she wanted to beat him like he had her. The man before her, fully grown and malicious, had taken everything from her. Even Henry, the last friend she had on the earth.

Walter made no sudden moves. He stood a few feet from the door calmly as though this reunion wasn't affecting him what so ever. His posture didn't show defensiveness, meaning either he wasn't going to fight her, or she wasn't a threat to him.

Eileen checked Walter over with a quick sweep of her eyes.

No gun, no chainsaw. Just his hands…

She more then anyone knew that they were as good as weapons. Eileen forced herself to stand up straighter and face him. Her body no longer slouched back against the slab; however she continued to keep the heels of her hands on it. Her green eyes burned with hatred. If she could kill him with just that spark of hate, Walter Sullivan would be nothing but a pile of ash where he stood.

The times she had met him in Otherworld Walter had moved and acted unusual. He slunk around and watched them with demented eyes, hardly speaking at all. But it seemed he'd undergone a change over the past year. After taking a moment to look her over, which felt like a millennium to Eileen, Walter spoke.

"I expected more. You can not even speak." He said with a smile.

Eileen grit her teeth. "What do you mean?" Speaking took a lot out of her. She found herself drained somehow.

Walter raised an arm and gestured to her. "After all this time…I thought you'd try to kill me."

A wave of surprise crossed Eileen's face. "I want to. I'm going to."

They were silent for a few more seconds. She noticed his smile widen after she threaten to kill him.

"Again?" he chuckled.

Hair prickled on her forearms. "Until the job gets done."

Walter unpredictably took a step towards her. Once it sunk in her head he was coming at her, Eileen cried out and ran around the slab to the other side. With her on one side and him on the other, their conversation continued. This time Eileen started.

"Stay the fuck away from me! Where is Henry? Tell me what you've done to him!"

Eileen's palms were flat against the slab, her body positioned to run if needed. Walter's pose matched her own, except he looked more excited then trapped.

"Henry Townsend" Walter said as if remembering an old friend from school. "He is here. Safe…I promise."

"Liar!" Eileen accused. "He was here, where is he now?"

Walter never averted his eyes; he never stopped smiling as though he had her where he wanted her. The force of his stare covered her like a veil, making Eileen squirm in her skin. He looked into her eyes too intensely for comfort.

They say the eyes are the mirror to your soul.

She wondered what he saw.

"Gone."

"Gone where?"

"Somewhere within this world. He is safe." Walter whispered loudly, as if taunting her.

Eileen bit her lower lip. "Which door? The one to the Wish House? Or the Prison?"

He shook his head. "Not the old worlds. They are dead, you should know that Eileen."

She should of. She did, but all her chances were within those doors, there was nowhere else she could go. All hope left her. To get to Henry she had to look somewhere new. Somewhere that the long spiral path of doorways didn't lead to. Desperation filtered to anger once more.

"Why Walter?" she asked. "Huh? Don't you understand that killing people isn't going to bring your mom back? She left you! Room 302 is just a room. The room your mom left you in to die! You don't have any reason to come for us anymore because we left that place! Kill the ones who are in that apartment now! But leave us out of it!"

Walter's eyes narrowed in an accusing way. He chuckled softly. "How condemning of you Eileen Galvin, to wish harm on someone to ensure your own safety. I thought you softer."

It was harsh, and she knew it. But she was tired, so tired and only wanted to live a normal life. No more nightmares that left her jumping at every sound, or worries that plagued her when she couldn't sleep. Eileen wanted to go back to being the little girl who held her mother's hand and thought the world was a happy place. Reality was painful. She now understood why Walter stayed here.

"I know now that Room 302 is not my mother, and she cannot ever return to me. Each time I died…you could say I learned something new. When I shoved the spoon into my throat-" Walter pointed to the spot on his neck where he jabbed the eating utensil into. "-I learned that I had to be a part of my own sacraments, and form this world to my needs. Only the last ten were meant to be brought to my world. But when Henry killed me…I learned something very different." For the first time the smile faded from his face. Eileen kept her guard up, and her ears open to his story.

"I saw that my mother was no more divine then any other human." He made an exhale that sounded like a tense laugh. "Along the way I confused the teachings of the Holy Mother with my own. Dahlia…they didn't want to resurrect my mother, they wanted to bring God upon earth. Well…I have no intentions of bringing a false God here. I've delved into those books, see the creatures they worship. Blasphemy."

Eileen gulped. Everything he was saying was warped beyond belief, and yet she wondered how close not just her and Henry but the entire world came to demise. If one man could conjure up a hell that nearly swallowed Ashfield, could these cults be hoping to engulf the world? And if so, had they gotten close?

The very thought of the brave souls who may have stopped these cults brought empathy into her. They knew worse days then her, that was a fact.

"But-" Walter continued. "I came to realize that I was going down the right path. A truly virtuous path, for myself. You see Eileen, in attempts to awaken my mother I forged a world that is separated from the real one by a paper thin line. I have a new agenda, and it is to build a new world in my image. I'm going to break the barrier between Otherworld and reality, to make it one."

Eileen sucked in a large amount of air, gasping loudly. Every hair on her body stood straight up in fear. She had not been ready for this. Walter was immortal here, it was his world. If he bonded his world with reality, then everyone would live in hell. But how could she stop him? He was unable to die.

"You can't." she uttered softly. "You just…can't."

He grinned once more. "And why can't I?"

Eileen's lips quivered. "B-because…I won't let you."

"Oh? So now you deem yourself the hero Eileen Galvin? When moments before you asked me to sacrifice someone else in your place?"

"So you have brought me and Henry here to kill us."

Walter shook his head. "No Eileen."

He moved around the slab towards her. She went to run but a restraining strap from the bed flew out and tightly curled itself around her wrist. Eileen whimpered and tried to wrench her wrist out from the possessed restraint with no avail. In mere seconds Walter was there and Eileen took a step back and swung her free hand at his face. It hit with a satisfying thud. It seemed that if Walter didn't see it coming, it affected him like it would anyone else. He shook off the hit in less than a moment and caught her flailing arm, stepping so close that they were inches apart. Eileen stopped struggling; there was no point if she was stuck.

Walter's face was tipped downward so he could peer into her eyes, he wanted her to understand him. Eileen couldn't help but listen.

"You were the ones who got away, my little survivors. Though I can not reveal to you now you and Henry's purpose to me, I can assure you this. You are special."

Walter cast his eyes over the strap twirled around Eileen's wrist like a snake's vice. It released instantly allowing her sore red hand to fall at her side. She made no attempt to run.

She knew she had to stop Walter, but by doing so may get herself killed.

If you die in this world, I think you die in the real world too.

Henry's words rang in her head like a broken record. Eileen decided to go with him, where ever in the abyss of Otherworld it may be. She could only hope to stop him while he trusted her. Then maybe she could find Henry too.

Eileen's lips parted as if to say something but not a single breath came out. Walter let her go and tilted his head curiously.

"You have decided." He stated.

Eileen nodded. "Henry and I, you promise we're safe?"

He nodded. "Yes."

"Why?"

Walter was taken off guard by her question. "Why are you safe?"

Her green eyes looked at his face but away from his blue eyes. "Henry killed you, we stopped you."

He brought a hand up to her cheek causing Eileen to flinch back. Walter's hand touched the line of her jaw, his thumb running over her pale cheek. "You showed me the truth. I thank you for that."

Eileen shuttered. When Walter slid his hand back to his side she felt a wave of relief. His touch only brought back horrible memories.

The door opened across the room, and Little Walter peeked his head inside. The child made a sniffling sound and entered the room, cautious of his older counterpart. Eileen realized that the boy was watching Walter with the fear that he'd hurt her again. He still wanted to protect her.

When I end Walter, he's going to go too. Why do I feel this way for the kid? He's not real…

Little Walter moved to Eileen's side and took her hand. The shaggy haired man glanced down at him and bared his teeth in a fearsome smile. It was crazy, he could frighten even himself.

Eileen squeezed the child's hand. "I want to see Henry…now."

Walter nodded. "Of course. Let us go see him. He's in Silent Hill, which is where we need to be. It's where this all started."

Without another word he turned his back to them and headed for the door. Eileen went to follow but the boy pulled her back. His strength surprised her; he was so tiny but had the ability to haul her backwards with such force.

"Eileen I'm scared."

Walter from across the room opened the door, giving the two a final glance as he slid out.

"Me too sweetie, me too."