At the time I wrote this, we had a Winter Storm Warning in effect...so I just wanted to say that I was excited for the snow. Yeah...random. WHATEVER. I can't help it. I hardly get out. I live in this lousy apartment in lousy West Virginia and- WHY AM I EVEN TELLING YOU THIS, GAAAAAAH.
Silent Hill - Konami (not me)
After a couple of days being forced into activities he didn't quite agree with, Henry had found a solemn pattern in his new life.
Each day began with a lesson with Rosalie. Today's lesson had been the same. After learning the basics of The Order's religion, it became tradition that he and Rosalie pray at the alter. He hated it, of course, but with Walter constantly watching from the shadows and threatening him with punishment, Henry had no choice but to grit his teeth. He'd bow his head and seeth silently while Rosalie prayed aloud.
In between the lessons and what time he spent sleeping, he was constantly aware of Walter's presence. Sometimes he wouldn't be directly in sight, perhaps off to the side, but Henry always knew he was watching. Waiting...Anticipating... The man was like a hawk, watching every single movement Henry made with interested eyes as if it was a spectacle. It was quite unerving to the photographer, considering he loved his past personal space and introversion. It was but another aspect of his new life that he had to keep quiet and grit his teeth. Though, that didn't stop him from sharing how much he despised Walter.
No matter what Henry said, the apathetic man would pay no regard to it, and merely watch him with those ever so interested emerald eyes. The constant gaze served to make shivers run up the brunette's spine, but he did his best to hide it from Walter. The sick fuck probably likes it... Henry mused to himself cynically. Those mere thoughts made another shiver run through him as he thought of the possibilites. He quickly pushed the disturbing thoughts from his mind, not wanting to even go there.
"Are you hungry?" Walter asked quietly from the other side of the room. He was sitting at a desk, drumming his fingers absently on the cherry wood.
"No." Henry spat back at him. The brunette glared at the dark floor boards, wishing the other man would just leave him alone.
Walter continued amusing himself with the desk. "You haven't eaten in over 8 hours."
"I said I'm fine." The brunette snapped sharply at Walter. The other man sighed, used to this type of behavior from the person he called "His Receiver" (another thing Henry despised). The title was spoken as if he was an inanimate object, like he belonged to Walter, or something. It grated on his nerves, furthering his disposition with the man.
"I'm getting you food, anyway. And you will eat it." Walter stood up from the cherry desk and headed for the door. "Don't try anything." He added solemnly, leaving the sacrament all alone.
"Like I could..." Henry whispered to him, despite the fact that he was already gone.
Days in the house were spent mainly with reading the massive collection of books they kept here, though most of them were about The Order's history or dull mythological stories. But in the giant stack of books, Henry had come across one he was currently interested in. "Human Psychology". He was a little baffled why a book like that would be present here, but he dismissed it as a way to study human behavior in terms of brainwashing The Order's members.
The book had been good for the most part, until it started delving into the social disorders, such as Schitzophrania, Bipolar Disorders, and Psychosocialness. It was like everything else around him; a constant reminder of Walter. He could never escape that man's presence...
The padding footsteps of somenone coming to the door made Henry toss the book down. The door open and closed softly, revealing a man in a long, dark blue coat. Walter walked over to the brunette, setting today's meal down on the table.
Henry already knew too well the threat of refusing to eat, so he picked up the bag, taking out the contents inside. An apple, BLT, and napkins. The usual. Walter also set down a glass of red liquid, different from the usual water.
"Is that..." Henry whispred quietly.
"No. That's just silly." Walter answered him before he could finish, looking at Henry skeptically.
"Oh." The sacrament realized with relief. It was kind of silly, thinking Walter was going to make him drink blood, but hell. It was hard to tell what the man was capable of after seeing him do everything he'd done. "Then what is it?"
Walter pursed his lips for a bit, waiting. "It's...red wine." He shrugged. "I thought you'd like a change."
"Okay..." Henry found himself replying awkwardly. Alcohol. From Walter. If it'd been another time, place, and a whole different scenario, Henry might have found himself laughing hysterically at the mere thought of it. He picked up the glass of red liquid, taking a small sip of it. "It's...good." He spoke quietly, setting the glass down on the table.
"Thank you." Walter spoke, a little enthused by Henry's approval. The blonde took a seat next to Henry - a rather close seat at that - making the other man shoot a wary glance towards him. Henry paused for a bit, merely staring at Walter in discomfort, but then slowly resumed his meal. "The lesson today..."
"What about it?" Henry retorted in the same sharp tone as usual.
"When you were praying with Sister Rosalie...well...you weren't exactly praying, now were you?" This seemed to pique Henry's interest, as he abandoned his almost eaten sandwich and turned to Walter.
"I don't pray to the devil." The sacrament seethed, glaring daggers at the blonde.
"The Holy Mother is not the devil." Walter retorted just as venomously. The two men sat, staring at anything but each other. Walter finally forced himself to take a slow breath, exhaling. "I'm sorry for that. Forgive me."
"Go to hell." Henry muttered darkly. He finished off the remains of his sandwich, then took a large drink from the red wine. If he was lucky, the proof would be high and he'd find a small escape from reality in his drunken stupor, but he doubted he was that lucky.
"What is bothering you, Henry? Is there anything I can do to help you?" Walter asked suddenly, patience wearing away.
What is bothering me?" Henry asked skeptically. "What is bothering me?" The brunette laughed, a cold, dark sound that didn't fit with him one bit. "What the fuck do you think is bothering me? This whole goddamn place is bothering me. I'm dead, you're dead, Eileen's dead...and you wanna know how you can HELP?" Henry stood up angrily from the couch, glaring down at Walter with severe hatred. "You can't help! What's done is DONE. There is no helping, Walter." The blondes name was spoken through clenched teeth, the severeity of Henry's usuallly quiet voice making him wince.
Walter stared up at Henry, a look of empathy on his face. The green hues of his eyes darkened a shade, mirroring his mind-frame. Henry bit his lip, waiting for the repsonse that never came. He finally turned away from Walter, aiming to walk away. The other man stood up quickly, grabbing Henry by his arm. "Henry-"
"Let me go, goddamnit!" Henry jerked his arm out of the other's grasp roughly, making Walter stumble back. Walter could see tears evident in Henry's eyes now, threatening to spill over." "It's...it's over. It's done! Just...leave me alone, please." The brunette spoke the last word with a desperate tone, making icy pangs dig into Walter's already undead heart. The two stared at each other, Henry angry and hurt, and Walter just plainly hurt.
Henry finally broke the moment, striding away from Walter. The slam of a door echoed throughout the house as the blonde tried to keep his knees from giving out on him. He hates me...he hates me...Mother, he hates me...
-x-X-x-
"I'm so glad this meeting could be arranged." Elizabeth spoke enthusiastically as she and another man took their seats.
"Yes, I'm sure you are." The man spoke. "If I may ask, what exactly is it that you seek from the Valtiel Sect, Elizabeth?"
"Something very important." The aged woman murmured. "I expect you to be familiar with the ritual performed on Walter Sullivan almost two decades ago, right?"
"Of course," The dark-haired man spoke in his gritty voice. "Where we allowed Valtiel to enter Walter's mind to allow The 21 Sacraments. We're all too familiar with that."
"Good, good. Because the favor I'm about to ask you is one of important significance." Elizabeth leaned forward, resting her chin on her hands. "The ritual was alotted so that Walter's mind-frame be altered by Valtiel so as he not get 'cold-feet' in the middle of The 21 Sacraments. I believe Valtiel's services could be used again to our advantage."
"What are you saying, Elizabeth?" The man crossed his arms, eyeing the older woman.
"I'm saying that maybe the same ritual could be performed...to allow Valtiel to enter The Receiver of Wisdom's mind as well." At this, Elizabeth smiled, her rosey lips strecthing upward.
The man cocked his head a little to the side, thinking. "For what reason? What purpose would that serve?"
"If allowing Valtiel into Walter's mind took all doubt away from him, maybe we could alter The Receiver's mind as well...make him more...compliant." The midnight-haired woman leaned back into her chair, letting a weary breath escape her. "He's been so troublesome lately. I honestly believe that at this rate, we'll never be able to hear The Holy Mother's demands. I'm trusting that you can help me, right Edward?"
Edward also sat back into his chair, absently scratching the side of his face. "Yes...I suppose...that would suffice to that problem...I'll consult the other members of the Sect about this. I'm sure they'll agree to it."
"So..." Elizabeth continued, slowly. "When?"
Edward let his lips spread into a wicked smile, mirroring Elizabeth's. "Tonight."
"Good." The raven-haired woman replied, satisfied. "I'll make sure Walter isn't around whenever we come to get The Receiver. I'd like to do this without having to explain every detail to him."
YEEEEEEEEEEEEEAH! Plot is cooking up! Teehee...I'm glad no one else has thought of this yet. I mean...the who allowing Valtiel to enter Henry's mind as well. I think its orginal...right? RIGHT? ...I hope so. D: Please review, my friends!
