"Come on, Eileen! You...uh...you know what I mean!" LOL, I've had that song stuck in my head for DAYS. Also, if you wanna find a good laugh with SH4, watch the "Let's Play Silent Hill 4" series by Quadraxis on Youtube. They make some pretty hilarious comments on Henry, Eileen, and Walter in the vids. They also sing that song as well. xD Well, here's another chapter! They story is moving along now, so...HOORAY!
"How is he?" Elizabeth found herself asking Walter. She'd been anxious to find out how 'The Receiver' had reacted to said person.
"He said he hated me." Walter spoke sadly.
Elizabeth laughed, a light tingling sound. "He doesn't really mean that, Walter. Disregard his attitude. He's merely trying to get you to believe it in hopes that you'll leave him alone. You just keep showing him how much you care. He'll have no choice but to give in. One can only fool themself for so long." A quiet knock at the door caused the two to turn. "Come in."
The door clicked open and a young woman with auburn hair, pale skin, and turquoise eyes stepped in. She was holding a book, no doubt a guide to The Orders ways. A teacher.
"Mother Elizabeth." She acknowledged the older woman with a kind, quiet voice. "I've been considering what we talked about earlier...and if you don't mind, I'd like to ask permission to educate The Receiver on our beliefs."
"You would?" Elizabeth asked questionningly.
"Yes. I believe that maybe it could serve in helping him fulfill his purpose." The younger woman looked quickly at Walter, then back at Elizabeth.
"Hmm...it sound like a fine idea, but there's also danger in it." Elizabeth mused. The younger woman shot her a look of confusion, making Elizabeth continue. "He's still very resistant to our beliefs and needs. It's hard to tell what he'd do if given the chance to escape...unless, of course, someone was there to watch over him. "With this, Elizabeth turned towards Walter. "You'll acompany him at his lessons, right?"
Walter nodded quietly, making Elizabeth continue.
"Well then...I suppose you could start today if you wish. Unless you want more time-"
The younger woman shook her head quickly. :"No, no. I can start today. Right away. Whenever he is ready."
The older woman smiled. "Thank you, Rosalie. I've always appreciated your enthusiasm."
Rosalie bowed. "No, thank you Mother Elizabeth." The auburn-haired woman straightened her posture and left the room in a quick gust.
"Walter, I believe you should inform The Receiver on this schedule change. And please, if he's resistant, try to ease him up a bit. The last thing we need is poor Rosalie having to deal with a delinquint." Elizabeth turned her attention away from Walter back to the previous book she was reading. The blonde-haired man took the opportunity to steal away from the room, quietly cloisng the door behind him.
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Henry was sitting idlely in the same spot Walter had left him. The brunette had found a blank sheet of paper and pencil while searching around the unfamiliar house. To pass time, he'd taken to drawing, a hobby he'd had before the whole nightmare with room 302 had begun.
The man may not have been much talented at anything, but he did possess remarkable talent whenever it came to the creative arts. In the 4 short years he'd actually gone to college, he'd earned himself a degree in Fine Arts, but hardly ever put it to use. It was sort of a closet hobby of his, save the photography which he done out in public. Past drawings from previous years were stowed away in a box somehwere at his apartment, detailing the history and improvement he'd made over the years.
He was stuck on what he should add in the picture next whenever he heard the door quietly swing open, sending a gust of air in his direction. Sighing, the brunette set the sheet of paper down, leaning back into the couch.
"What do you want now?" Henry mumbled half-heartedly across the room.
Walter walked in and sat opposite of Henry on the couch. "What do you know about The Order?"
Henry payed no mind to the question, merely giving the other man a short answer. "Not a lot. Except for that everyone that was involved was either insane or a sadist." Henry narrowed his eyes, gazing at Walter. "Or a mixture of both." He added quietly.
"You'e wrong about that." Walter retorted calmly. "Sister Rosalie came in earlier. She wants to teach you about The Order's ways, Henry."
The brunette scoffed, looking away. "What makes you think I'm going to let her?"
"If you want to make this process easier, you'll do it." Henry could feel the green eys piercing through him, making the brunette feel immensely uneasy. "And if you plan on protesting, I could always make you listen."
Henry resisted shivering. "You wouldn't force me." But he didn't sound so sure of himself.
Silence passed between the two before a small smile made its way on Walter's lips. "You sound so scare of me."
"I'm not." The photographer retorted sharply, but his almost trembling hands contradicted that statement.
"Don't be." Walter merely stated. "I am not your enemy, Henry."
"You killed me." The smaller man protested.
"I saved you."
Henry could feel a repeat of their past arguement about to happen. So instead of trying to argue back, he merely fell silent, scowling at the cushions on the couch. He supposed Walter actually felt like he saved him. It was hard to argue with a person when they were hell bent on thinking they'd done the right thing. The brunette sat, tapping his fingers on the end table. The silence was uncomfortable, but he favored it over the arguments. The only sound in the room was the ticking of a grandfather clock in th corner. Walter glanced over at it, then stood up.
"Come with me." He stated simply.
"No."
The blonde sighed. "Henry..." But the photographer stayed planted in his seat, staring at the taller man like a stubborn child. "I'll carry you if I have to."
Henry wasn't about to let the other man put his arms around him, so he stood up with a grunt. "Fine."
-x-X-x-
"Hello, Henry." Rosalie greeted the blonde warmly as he entered the room. He spoke no words back to her, merely sending a cold scowl back in her direction. The gentle woman paid no attention to it, keeping a warm expression on her face. "Hello, Walter." The woman also greeted the other man with the same smile. "I'm so glad both of you could be here. It's sort of an...honor, I suppose. Being within the Holy Mother's chosen presence." Henry scoffed, turning his attention away from the woman. Rosalie shot a quick, unoffended glance at him, then turned back to Walter. "How much does he already know about The Order?"
"Very simple facts, but nothing much. Most of what he's heard has been nothing but unfavorable opinions."
"Okay." Rosalie nodded, accessing what her first choice of action would be. Shen then turned to the brunette who wasn't paying attention to her. "Henry?" Rosalie tried, but he still didn't look at her. Walter walked a semi-circle around the brunette, shooting him a look that told him he better start paying atention. Henry sighed in defeat, and turned towards the woman. "I'm assuming you already know all about The Descent of the Holy Mother, right?"
"You mean The Descent of the Devil? Yeah...I know all about that." The photgrapher replied in disgust.
"No, Henry." Rosalie chatised him, as if he was a child. "What you've heard has been nothing but bad opinions and lies from unbelievers. It is those who scorn Her that will never make it to Paradise. Now," the auburn-haired woman began, flipping open a book. "I think we should start off by going over The Order's conduct."
"Sounds exciting." Henry muttered under his breath sarcastically. Walter took his seat a few feet from the duo, keeping a close eye on The Reciever as Rosalie read to him from the book. A few minutes turned into ten, then twenty, then eventually thirty. It was finally nearing a full hour whenever Rosalie began to finish up the first lesson.
The auburn-haired woman picked up a piece of red chalk, then quickly drew up a circle on a miniature chalkboard, filling in the sides with strange symbols and the inner circle with 3 smaller circles. "I've seen this." Henry complimeted quietly.
"Yes, it is The Halo of the Sun. A sign of our religion and beliefs. It is always drawn in red, used in many of our practices in ceromonies, including the Rebirth rituals." The photographer sent Rosalie a questionning look, making her continue. "The Rebirth rituals are used to...how can I state this simply...resurrect the 'dead'."
"That's impossible..." Henry whispered.
"No...it isn't Receiver. I've seen it happen with my very own eyes. It happened only once in my lifetime, but it was an expirience I'll never forget. It helped cement my faith in The Order. I knew after seeing such a spectacle that anything was possible. Perhaps, in time, maybe you'll be able to cement your own faith in The Order."
Henry said nothing to this, choosing to remain quiet. He had already learned that it was useless to try and argue with Rosalie about their beliefs. Somehow the woman always had an answer to every question he threw at her.
The lesson was over and Walter led Henry back to the room. It was nighttime now, the sky dark and immensely foggy. On the way back, Henry had mused that this was definitely not the beautiful, scenic Silent Hill he remembered taking pictures of a couple years ago.
"The bathroom is here." Walter gave the door a slight push then flicked on the light. The sudden increase of light made Henry squint his eyes.
He was secretly happy that he at least had a nice clean bathroom to go to again. Those few days in his apartment traveling between worlds and not having the luxury of bathing had made him grateful to have a bathroom. He stepped inside, carefully avoiding any contact with Walter.
"Get out." Henry ordered the taller man. Walter quietly bowed out of the bathroom, paying no heed to Henry's tone. The brunette showered, glad that he could escape Walter's presence after a solid hour of being around him. He finished long after he should have, waiting until the hot water ran out. He used it as an excuse to stay in longer, not wanting to go back outside. After slipping on a new batch of clothes, which had been set up conviently on the sink's counter, he walked down the hallway and took a right into the bedroom.
Henry shut off the lamp, eager to escape reality for a couple of hours. But a timid knock at the door made him groan in annoyance. "What is it?" He snapped.
The door craked open just slightly. He caught a glimpes of Walter's face. "If you need anything..."
"I'm fine." Henry snapped again.
"...I'm right outside." Walter continued nonetheless. "Goodnight Henry." The door shut quietly, not making any sound at all. Henry merely stared at the door, fuming quietly. He didn't feel right snapping at Walter when all the man had done was check on him. And what's worse, he hated the guilt he was feeling for being so cruel to him.
Maybe he really does feel like he saved me... His earlier thoughts passed through his mind. He probably thinks he's done the right thing and here I am being a total asshole over it. Henry let his thoughts run on before abruptly shaking his head. No...that man doesn't deserve my guilt. Anyone who kills another person deserves that kind of treatment. What the hell was I thinking? He quickly pushed the thoughts away, forcing himself to try and go to sleep.
But it seemed like no matter how hard he tried to convince himself the man was a killer, Henry couldn't help but feel an immense amount of sorrow for him.
FFFFFFFF- You know how bad I just wanna make Henry embrace Walter and kiss him? DO YOU! ...Well...it wouldn't go along well with the plot of the story, but don't worry! The goodness will come later, my friends! Please READ AND REVIEW.