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A/N: this'll feel a bit weird when you start to get into it. Kinda hard to tell the difference between the voices in the main character's head and those friggin flashbacks that everyones getting but Ill try to update as fast as possible so in the future you'll understand everything that occurs a lot better. Aiight? Now ENJOY DAMNIT! Heh-heh-heh! and pleeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeea-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-aaaaaaaa/a/a/a/a/a/a/aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaazzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzeee R&R everybody. Cool? Thanx.

Silent Hill 4: DOMINION

By HighCaliberRageous

Last For the Party

Soft yet careful hands brought up the laughing child to her waist. She giggled and reached out to grab her mother's nose. The blond smiled and proceeded to dance her around the room filled excessively with stuffed animals and little toys hanging from the ceiling that were still safely above the child's reach. Her frantic eyes moved around and she squirmed as it had been awhile since anyone had taken her off the safety of the ground. She had fallen once and it wasn't the best experience. Only until her crying had stopped did she begin to realize that she would not fall. A few words of comfort and her low key singing had done the trick.

Cybill was nervous, but she'd seen other successful caretakers keep their children unharmed, and it looked so easy. All one had to do was assume that it wasn't the easiest task in the world, approach with caution, and eventually the little bugger would learn to trust you. If anything at all, they needed a companion…a friend. Plus, she had to take into consideration that this was no ordinary baby. Oh no. Maybe she wouldn't automatically rain great balls of fire over her little head if she didn't feed her at the right time, but still…who really knew? The way she gazed back up at her seemed so sweet. It would almost be to hard for a person to believe where such a little angel had REALLY come from.

All of it was so confusing. She remembered seeing a little girl become a woman and instantly produce from her womb something that felt much to powerful for a simpleton like her to even be in her vicinity. When Harry picked up the kid, there were only a few words on her mind…

" Bro! Have you thrown common sense out the window? That kid could fry you."

Her knees trembled together as she stood on the grating watching events beyond her own comprehension unfold to what end she of course could not begin to describe. The very idea of trying to would have blown her mind. He was actually running away with …God? Talk about an odd concept. Normally she would have laughed. Having read a bit out of the bible she knew how that story actually went, but what else could explain all those strange looking monsters. Call it a fall back in faith, but based on the fact that she had nothing else to believe, and the man looked like he knew what he was doing, she decided that it was most certainly about time to get off this deathtrap and pray to God…God…yeah, the real God. That her leather uniformed pants didn't catch on fire.

Thankful to say that she was out of her itchy battle attire which lay on the washer ready to be worn again if an emergency, she set the child down and trudged over to the sofa plopping down and staring up at the ceiling while the fan blew up her sundress on that fresh spring day. Normally such times had to be spent outside since perfect weather was never in abundance (especially where she lived) but there was only one person that she would spend those times with.

Her and Harry had been together for such a short time. A tear slid down her face as it usually did remembering the day that he decided to pack up and leave to some other quiet town to heal his writers block. He was so clumsy packing his things. She couldn't help but stand there and laugh while watching him load up, but remembering what he had said about his writer's block had really hurt him. It wasn't the city that was his distraction. It was her.

Well she did pick on him a bit too much for his temper to actually hold up a relationship, but she didn't realize how sensitive some people were. Whenever she went to work, the smart ass atmosphere filled the offices, the workers and especially the violators that walked in with their attitudes until a well deserved punch from big Steve (her partner who loved to hang around and watch the new lines of criminals walk in from the entrance) shut them up. and people were so sharp about their expectations. One could say that work had sort of transformed her into a monster that she was surprised to rediscover at times but all in all she still thought about the guy. She did miss the times that he touched her without hesitation. Although he would get that same look of braveness as though his task were to slay a dragon instead of settle with a woman. She even said that to him and he still touched her.

Curling up in a fetal position as her body warmed even more, she closed her eyes and dreams. Even in her dreams he was there. And she was always at that bridge between him and her obligations to the team.

Demand called again.

She was lazy one second, and in the next she took up the phone just like a professional. Hopping up and grabbing it. Her eyes were stone as she became the robot once more, and ready to take orders. Steve's voice was a bit scratchy at first but after fiddling with the controls she could finally make it out.

" We've got one. Finally. Call in from Bergen's Road just outside Paleville. This could be big so we'll need you down there as fast as friggin possible."

" Roger." She answered quickly, grabbed her stuff and rushed off to the bathroom.

Geez he was still on her mind even as she was getting ready, but who could blame her after the roller coaster of a few months they'd both been through? He was a pretty good dad. Perhaps that was what made her the most nervous of all. She couldn't live up to what he'd done for Cheryl and for all the care he gave, she could consider Dahlia's accusations against him words of the devil. There must've been a lot of kids out there that could use a person like him in their lives, especially….her.

" I told you to be ready by six but you just forget EVERYTHING DON'T YOU!!"

" Please Frank. Just calm down and think it over for a second." She begged. Tears streaming down her eyes

" FUCK NO!! I've had it up to HERE WITH YOU! YOU AND THAT NOSY LITTLE BRAT!"

" Frank? What are you doing…please..don't."

" You telling me what to think? HUH!? How bout I give you a few tips..no wait..that's too simple.. I guess you'll just have to learn the hard way!"

" AAAHH!!!"

She watched through the bars of the stair railing. When it happened before, there was usually a time when he would stop and ask for her forgiveness, but right then he just kept on going endlessly. She didn't believe it had happened until she ran downstairs after he had driven away to look over her. She coughed out one more message to her, and in the seconds after that little Cybill was struck with unbearable pain, begging, crying for the one that put all the joy into her now meaningless life to rise again.

She actually did find meaning. Meaning for all those who suffered. Her badge meant that help was coming. No one would have to die. She just wished she could see the image of angry police binding him down and slamming his head against the hood of their cars, and beating him mercilessly with their nightsticks just the way he had done to her…

Dwelling on that thought right then had her loading ammo into her gun rather clumsily. She put her wounded finger to her mouth and shook it in the wind though the pain wouldn't go away so fast. Trying to put it in the back of her mind as she loaded up, she walked up to the baby and kissed her on the forehead once more during her slumber, hoping that the usual babysitter, A school kid who had a pretty embarrassing daytime replacement activity for getting kicked off the guy's basketball team would know exactly what to do. He usually did. She'd grown to love him for his service. Dare she'd say it she loved him a bit too much but could trust no one else. She shook her head as she just remembered to grab her bike helmet and rushed out the front door.

Her teeth were clenched as she tightened her pale knuckled grip on the handle bars. Making a very sharp turn onto the highway and gaining speed. The rest of the briefing ran through her helmet. Apparently there was trouble brewing in the woods, and it still had something to do with that mischievous high schooler that she could have arrested. He denied it, and tried to play innocent that night but she knew that she saw him beating down his girlfriend. Just as she was about to step in the bratty little fucker yelled out his dumb cultist chant and fucking unloaded at her. A walther ppk round was something she could have survived with her vest but those things were fast. Still..the issue was that he tried to kill. She could feel the vengeance boiling through her veins and bubbling up like hot water on a stove. She'd teach him the damnedest lesson oh yes….

Even though it would bring no real closure she felt something else important about her next assignment. Something deeper and even more important than everything that had taken over her mind…Harry..her past…the baby girl and all she was worth…

She had been dwelling on it all that she forgot to keep her eyes open enough.

On an empty road..on such a day there just happened to be a careless wagon driver pulling right into her lane. Sure you could dodge the unenviable…

If you were the fasting thing in all existence.

" OH SHI-"

Fade to black.