Sorry guys, no Pyramid Head in this chapter :(

He'll be in the next one, though :)

We were sitting at opposite ends of the couch together, deciding to watch a movie before we went to sleep for the night. We agreed upon the fact that we needed a comedy, because I was still a little jittery after the fifteen hours or so I spend in Underground and Henry was disturbed by the massive amount of blood I brought to his bathroom. A good comedy would allow us (but mostly me) to wind down a bit and relax. His apartment, like the other dimensions, was a bit of a sanctuary to me. The police trusted him because, when I first met him, he told them that he had seen me and showed them where I had gone, which meant that they believed he wasn't in league with me. The only problem for them was that I had hidden, but now that Henry trusted me completely, he wouldn't ever rat me out to the police. He didn't have any need to.

I never really got to watch movies, and I didn't recognize any of the titles that Henry had, so he decided to pull out called "The Blues Brothers." I didn't recognize any of the names, and he seemed surprised that I had never watched a comedy movie before. I think that he was beginning realize what a completely different life I had had compared to everybody else's, and it included my lack of usage of technologies like VCRs and computers. I only used either of them a couple times in my life. I was usually drawing, painting, doing schoolwork, or spending time with Pyramid Head and the monsters. If not that, then I was sleeping.

Either way, he promised to me that it was hilarious.

He was true to his word, because after the first thirty minutes, I could barely breathe. The part with the nun whacking the protagonists over their heads with a meter stick had me rolling on a fit of laughter for a good five minutes, then I insisted that we watch the scene again.

After the scene passed, Henry went into the kitchen and came back with a bottle of chocolate milk. I raised an eyebrow at that. "Chocolate milk?" I said.

"What? I like milk." He twisted the cap off.

"Lucky," I said. "My dad never kept milk in the house. He always said, "Milk makes people fat! All fat people drink milk!" Pft, yeah right. He should have looked at himself in the mirror. I feel like beer does a better job of getting people fat than milk. Besides, just look at you. Unless if I'm blind, you're not overweight in the slightest bit. And I'm not calling you scrawny, either. I'm just saying that you're a pretty darn healthy weight to be at."

He handed me the bottle and said, "If you've never had it before, then take a sip."

I smiled at him and my sip turned into a gulp instead. I raised my eyebrows at it for a moment and I said, "Hmm…I've never had that before."

"I have an idea," he said and took back the bottle, then stood up and walked into the kitchen.

I decided to follow him and watched him take out a gallon of milk with a funny-shaped bottle that said 'Hershey's Chocolate Syrup.' I said, "Man, you must drink a lot of milk. You have a gallon of it. Doesn't milk go bad pretty quickly?"

He grabbed a large glass and poured the milk into it. "It turns sour after a little while, but I tend to drink a lot of it. I blame it on my mom."

I laughed. "That explains why you're tall."

He smiled and said, "She was always persistent about eating vegetables, too."

"I'd probably do that to my kid too," I jested. "My poor, poor unborn child."

He opened up the funny-looking bottle and poured a lot of the chocolate syrup into the milk.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"I think you'll like this version a little better." He grabbed a spoon and stirred it up until the white milk became a chocolate-brown. "Mom always made it for me like this." He handed it to me and, aside from the fruit that I ate, it was probably the sweetest thing that I had ever tasted. "You like it?" he asked.

"I don't understand how you're not fat if you have this waiting for you in your refrigerator every day."

He laughed and I gulped down half of it in a couple seconds. "I stand a lot during the day."

"That's right; you're on your feet a lot."

"Did you have a job? Other than school?"

"I worked at Mimi Art in the Silent Hill Mall, right next to the bakery. I don't know if you go there or not." We went back to the couch and I sipped the drink a little more.

"Silent Hill's a bit of a drive from here," he said. "Downtown is right there" -he gestured outside of the windows, where he had an excellent view of south Ashfield- "so I don't really need to go to Silent Hill. I can actually walk everywhere I need to, or just take the subway."

"I never used a subway until I met you. I always walked or ran everywhere. I didn't even take the bus to school because I was scared of the kids there, so I ran to school instead. Besides, it kept me from being fat like Dad. I know I shouldn't talk about the-" I was about to tell him that I shouldn't talk negatively about the deceased, but he didn't know that it was I who had killed him. I stopped myself just in time and instead said, "-never mind. He's just a bad man."

"Certainly sounds like it."

I focused my attention back on the movie.

"Christ in a hand basket…." I said solemnly as I looked at my ruined clothes.

"I could run it through again."

"You're out of stain remover."

"I'm not working today."

"I need to find Christabella."

"You don't have any other clothes with you."

"Maybe I should just go get my bag. Actually, wait…I still need to find Christie. But if I go to Underground and come back, I'd get too tired to go to Silent Hill. Maybe I should just go there, come back here, sleep, then leave…man, I've been imposing on you way too much."

"No you haven't."

"Trust me, Henry, I definitely have been. Man…I need to think far ahead in advance before I decide to do something. Actually, no; I should make three decisions on what to do in case anything goes wrong, that way maybe I won't find myself half-naked in a man's apartment wearing his bathrobe."

"Why three?"

"You know how many people get themselves in a pickle because they don't have a backup plan? Yeah, I'm one of those people right now."

Henry almost laughed, but I couldn't tell if it was because of my dialogue or if he just thought that I was acting silly. "Come on. I think I can help."

"I'm gonna give you a really good gift for Christmas this year just for being nice."

He lead me into his bedroom and, with the soft light of mid-morning shining through, I could see it completely, unlike last time when I scared the hell out of him. It was a pretty nice room that he had. There was a large picture of a cathedral in Silent Hill hanging above his bureau, and I recognized it to be the church that the Cult was in. The one that Pyramid Head and the monsters can't go into. I felt bitter looking at that picture.

Then I noticed the large landscape picture he had of Toluca Lake hanging above his bed. It had been a bright and sunny day and, judging by the trees, probably around the beginning of spring. There were various other pictures hanging around, including the lighthouse in Silent Hill and a snapshot of the downtown area. I could tell that he was definitely a professional photographer.

"It might be a little big, but it's better than nothing," Henry said and handed me a black shirt with a pair of blue jeans and a belt.

I said, "First the food, then the shower, then the couch, now your clothes…I almost feel like a parasite."

"You're not," he said. "I'm helping you for a reason, you know."

"It'll definitely pay you back, I can tell you that."

He threw a thin scarf to me and said, "I know that you need to keep your hair covered, so will a scarf suffice?"

"Course it will," I said and smiled. Maybe I shouldn't have felt so ashamed of relying on him so much. He honestly didn't mind helping me, and we were good friends. I'd do a lot for my friends too if they ever needed help. In fact, I would have gone out of my way to help them.

"However, I do need some help with a few things, if you wouldn't mind coming along," Henry said.

"Henry, I'll help you with whatever it is, even if it means gutting the building's sewage pipe."

He laughed at me.

"You live a really, really neat place," I said to Henry and gazed around the downtown area. The black scarf covered my head like a hejab and I was disguised as a boy. We decided that if anybody asked, I was Henry's younger cousin who had come to visit from Brahms. With a little bit of makeup from him (he had makeup because it turned out that even though his occupation was a wildlife photographer, he also did expression/emotional photography, which required makeup) and a few attire changes, no one would be able to see that I was a woman. The only difference would have been my voice, but I could get by on that because some men, though grown into their bodies, still had boyish tones of voice.

"That's why I live so close to it."

"So what exactly was it that you needed me for?"

"I'm meeting with a coworker of mine."

"Really? What for?"

"We need to discuss a couple things, but uh…she's really scary."

I smirked. "Scary? Really?"

"You have no idea. And she's a severe feminist and I'm really uncomfortable around her, and she knows it, but you just have no idea how scary she is."

I patted him on the back. "Ahh, women and our intimidations. Don't worry, I'll sit next to you."

Part of me wanted to laugh at all of that. He was scared of meeting up with somebody and wanted me there for comfort and moral support. Well, at least I knew what that was like.

We waited at the café for about ten minutes. During the time, I noticed how Henry was constantly scratching his arm to the point where he started to bleed. After I informed him of it, he got embarrassed and I could see that he was trying to shrink away into the seat. If he could have camouflaged like a mimic octopus, he would have turned invisible at that moment. He held a few napkins to his arm to stop the bleeding and I discovered that it was a nervous habit of his.

I told him to clasp his hands together to prevent himself from doing that.

"Seriously man, calm down," I said.

"I can't," Henry replied and wiped a bit of perspiration from his brow.

"Just relax. It's not like she's in menopause or anything."

"Actually, I'm pretty sure she is, Alex."

We had also agreed that my name for the day was going to be Alex. "Okay, so if she's a psychopathic, hormonally-unstable bitch then I'll deal with her nicely, alright?"

"She's wearing a beaver…."

"Umm…what?" I gave him a quizzical expression.

"Over in the doorway." He closed his eyes and sank down in his seat.

"What the hell does a beav-" I stopped mid-sentence when I saw her walk in through the door. "Sweet baby Jesus in a pickled potato."

The lady was short, hunched over, and wore the most hideous outfit I had ever seen. Her high heels were black with purple rhinestones on them and her dress was a violet color. A Mali mud cloth-designs bag was hanging from her sagging shoulders and she wore a dead beaver-like…thing…around her neck, as well as a hat made out of some weird bird (maybe a duck?) with the feathers and everything still attached. She had gray, wispy hair flying around in all directions. Her eyelids were practically painted blue with makeup and her lips had bright- almost neon -pink lipstick. She must have been around fifty-five years of age, but her wrinkly skin made her seem much older.

"Ugh, all of these people crowded into too small of a place," she complained in her British accent as she spotted us and sat down. The moment she approached, I nearly gagged at the sheer amount of perfume that she wore.

It was so thick, I could almost taste it.

Henry let out a shaky breath and started to scratch himself again, but I took a hold of his hand and placed it on his other. I had never seen him this stressed out before. "Hello Miss Ginnian," Henry started off.

"Hullo," she replied, then looked at me. "Ahh, I see that you brought along a friend?"

"Umm, yes this is Alex-"

"By the Lord, I can't tell if Alex is a man or a woman."

"Excuse me?" I said.

"Good Lord, dress like your proper self so that others can distinguish you. God, you dress horribly."

"I beg your pardon?"

"Just look at you; baggy clothes, too long of a shirt, and no creative fashion whatsoever. It looks like you just woke up and grabbed a bunch of random clothes laying around in the garbage. Good Lord, you have no aesthetic."

The bitch flipped a switch. "At least I don't wear a dead carcass on my head," I said.

Henry stepped on my foot.

"I mean; oh what a lovely hat. You kill it yourself?"

"Alex," Henry whispered and gave me a frightened glare.

"That's not what I meant. What I meant to ask was if you noticed the colony of intelligent bacteria growing on the tail of your beaver, because it looks like they've invented a whole new galaxy called Stench-and-Fleas. Hmm…you might want to get that checked out. New galaxies being invented around your neck can be harmful to your health, I imagine. In fact…I think it already started sucking in perfume that smells like dinosaur vomit…."

"What the hell…" Henry mumbled and put a hand up to his eyes.

"Young lady!" she yelled.

"I thought that you said that you didn't know if I was a man or a woman because the process of thinking such a thought requires much thinking and therefore you could think a thought of that thought-of memory."

"How dare you-"

"LADY FROM HOBOKEN!" I yelled. "Maybe dare I do dare do that."

"This is unacceptable behavior!"

"Nah, unacceptable behavior would be somebody singing Red Hot Chili Peppers while strippin' nude on public on a table," I shot back. "Ever been to New York before? You'd see what I mean. ANYWAY…didn't we all come here to discuss an important topic involving my good friend over here?" I gestured to Henry and realized that I just made things much more difficult for him. However, I did manage to see a slight curve of his lips.

"Yes," she said and turned to Henry. "I believe that you need to make your friend here learn how to hold her tongue."

"He's just crazy, that's all. Don't mind him, please."

"And I shall not as long as 'he' keeps his mouth shut."

"Why not just doubt and say that I'm a hermaphrodite?" I suggested.

"Then your hermaphrodite friend," Mrs. Ginnian began, "should let us get on our business and I will pretend that everything the he-she just said was not true."

"Nope, course not, t'was all a lie." I gave a smile to her and she rolled her eyes. "Sorry about that Henry, but sometimes I need to be a bitch too, you know. Hormones can be killers."

"The hell…" Henry said and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Anyway, Miss Ginnian, you said that we needed to-"

"Discuss who does the Shepard's Glen job, I know, I know, you think I'm a fool?"

"No," Henry said, then glanced at me.

"Actually he likes your outfits," I said. "He thinks that you're very artistic."

I had no clue how thick-skulled this lady must have been, but she smiled broadly and did had a grandmotherly voice as she thanked me and called me 'dear.'

Half an hour passed and I lost interest in their conversation, so I started to zone off and occupied myself with watching the people passing through the mall that we were in. Everything was going fine- Henry had relaxed a bit and their conversations were smooth -until my necklace started to vibrate a bit. I looked down at it and with sudden realization, I glanced around he café in a hidden panic. Somebody from the Cult must have been nearby.

As I scanned the crowds of people for faces, I didn't see anyone that I recognized. Then my necklace started to vibrate more and more and I hid the thing in my shirt. I remembered to tell myself to say calm, even if they're getting closer. Stay calm and remain vigilant.

My necklace started to vibrate less and the person passed me, but then it remained doing a steady, silent vibrating. I figured that the Cult member must've been seated behind us. I wanted to glance behind to see, but I didn't want to look suspicious. I tried to drown out what everybody was saying so that I could hear their conversation behind me.

"It's like she and him are everywhere but nowhere all at the same time," a man said. "What are we going to do? Christabella stays in the church."

"Look for her," another man answered. "She's bound to be somewhere. We know that she's staying the Silent Hill-Ashfield-Brahms area."

"She follows the Shadowed One. She's probably with him right now."

"Tomorrow, Christabella will exorcise five more Cult members in preparation for meeting Tetsu, in case we come across her or any of the monsters. But now that Tetsu is a monster herself, I'm afraid that we might need to fear her just as much as the Shadowed One. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to use the restroom. If the waitress comes by, just tell her that I'd like a diet coke, please." The man stood up and walked away.

"I'll be right back," I told Henry and followed after him into the men's room.

Nobody was in there except us, so I locked the bathroom door and I said, "Coincidentally, I happened to be right in front of you, you know?"

The man dressed in a tuxedo turned around and looked at me.

"How many Cult members are there? You said that five were being 'exorcised.' I feel like ghosts aren't haunting them or anything."

The man reached inside of his jacket and became startled. Without thinking, he pulled out a gun and pointed it at me.

I jumped and, with no control over it, felt my arms transform into those strange mantis-swords again. They allowed me to stick onto the ceiling and I swung at the man. In a frenzy of blades and muffled noises, I attacked him viciously.

I stopped after a couple seconds and stared at the dead corpse before I looked in the mirror. God, I really was a monster. Pale skin, black eyes, strange blade-arms with serrated edges…

Blue came out of the wall and grabbed onto the body. He made a groaning noise at me for a mere second before he pulled the body away into the wall and a Sniffer crawled out. "Go to the next room," someone said just the Sniffer began to suck up all of the blood until the tiled floor was back to its original, white self.

The black substance went away from me and I returned to my normal self. I pressed my hands up against the wall and, without knowing that I was even able to do so, came out into the adjacent room; the lady's room.

I came out into a stall and heard a few other women laughing nearby. I waited in there for a bit before I exited and washed my hands. The women barely even gave me a glance as I left and returned to Henry. With the door to the men's room locked, people wouldn't be able to get in there for a while and all evidence was gone.

I saw Henry stand and shake hands with the lady. They gave each other smiles before Miss Ginnian left and I rejoined with my friend. "We good?" I said.

"Pretty much. The waitress came by while you were gone, so the bill's paid."

"Are you broke now?"

He laughed. "Not quite. Miss Ginnian paid for it."

"Well that's good," I said and pat him on the back as we started to leave. "It means that you won't have to survive off of instant meals."

"I hate those things."

"Oh god, me too. They turn me sick."

Henry looked at me for a while before saying, "You're shaking."

I looked down at my trembling hands. All what I thought was, What the hell? I know I just killed somebody, but why am I shaking? My facial expression went blank and I asked, "Did you hear anything?"

"What do you mean?"

"When I left."

"I thought you went to the restroom."

We stopped walking and he stood in front of me, but I simply stared at his feet. He grabbed onto my shoulders and said, "Tetsu, what did you do?"

"You didn't hear what those people were talking about behind us?"

"No, of course not!" He started to raise his voice a bit, then realized that he could have possibly drawn attention. It actually surprised me; Henry didn't seem like the kind of person who would have raised his voice, and he was always so quiet. I didn't like to see the sudden transformation. He took in a breath and said, "What did they say?"

"They were talking about me and Pyramid Head. That other guy's still back there…."

"Tetsu, my god…" he said.

"They said that Christabella's going to 'exorcise' five people tomorrow, and it has something to do with me. They said so."

Henry let go of me and I managed to look up at his face for a second.

"I'm sorry," I said. "I'm really sorry."

"You can't just go around ki…I understand."

We were quiet for a long time. Neither of us wanted to say anything. At first I tried to repress the fact of what I just did, but I accepted it. I had been doing it so much lately. All of the murders just seemed to blend together in one large pot of guilt.

Henry snapped me back to my attention when he said, "Come on, let's go."

Sooo yeah, not much really got accomplished in here other than a bit of Tetsu and Henry bonding, and a revealed ability of Tetsu…and an exorcism thingy! Yaaay, maybe this chapter did have a point :D

For those of you who don't know, Hershey is a huge chocolate company here in America and they make all sorts of stuff. I love chocolate…

And I don't know why I made a reference to Hoboken _ I mean…that lady has nothing to do with the city of Hoboken, or the state of New Jersey XD

Anyway, as promised, the next chapter will have Pyramid Head and the other lovely hellish dimensions }:) Maybe I'll put the hospital in sometime soon…the hospitals always seem to be my favorite parts of the Silent Hill games…especially in the fourth one.

The hospital in the fourth game was all about scaring the player _ Have you ever searched all the rooms in that level? God, that was so freaky…