(Disclaimer-No, I don't own Silent Hill or any of the characters used below. They are the property of Konami.)
Author's Note: I want to once again thank all of the people who left comments on the previous chapters. It's much appreciated. And erm….sorry it took so long to get this chapter up. School's been a nightmare……dies from homework overload
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Chapter 4
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Harry trudged over to the door, scared as hell of who was going to be on the other side when he opened it. He gingerly lowered his eye to the peephole, and……………..and on the other side, there was nothing. He tilted his head around, trying to see as far down the hall as possible. But there was nothing there. He sighed, and un-locked the bolts on his door. Slowly he opened it, keeping an eye out for whoever rang the doorbell.
On the other side was a cute little boy, dressed in a red and green holiday sweater. He was right in the act of reaching a stubby little finger to the doorbell, but looked quickly up when Henry opened the door.
"Well, hello there, Walter." Henry said, squatting down to the floor. "You're looking festive this evening." He smiled happily, and patted young Walter on the head. From past experience, young Walter had been the only person even remotely sane. Jeeze. What could have screwed him up so badly?
Then as if reading his thoughts, big Walter fell down from the ceiling, and rushed straight towards Henry, a spoon in his hand. Henry tried to run back into the apartment, but it was a failed try. Instead, Walter grabbed him from behind, locking Henry's arms in place. With his other hand, Walter took the spoon and pointed it at Henry's neck. "I SWEAR I'LL DO IT!" Walter screamed, pressing the spoon harder against Henry's neck.
Meanwhile, young Walter squeezed his way through the door, and walked timidly up to Eileen, a shy and innocent look on his face. "Eileen mother…" He said, almost in a whisper, pulling on Eileen's apron.
Eileen looked down from her cooking, and saw young Walter pointing at Henry and big Walter, who were now rolling around on the floor. Somehow Henry had managed to escape Walter's arm hold, and was now trying to pull himself across the floor. Walter, however, was still clinging to Henry's stomach.
"Henry!" Eileen yelled, bending down to cover young Walter's eyes. "There are kids in the house! If you want to fulfil your gay fantasies, do it in the bedroom!" She walked over to them in a huff and kicked Henry in the side. Then she pulled the small metal spoon away from Walter.
"Ow…" Henry said, dazed. Walter got off of him, and looked at young Walter with an accusing look, then headed over to the couch.
Henry pulled himself off of the floor, then said to Walter, "Nice to see you to…" And he sat roughly on one of the bar stools he had recently bought. He crossed his arms on top of the counter, and lowered his head, watching young Walter. It was strange, but he seemed happy with Eileen, although he couldn't understand why. The only thing he could figure was that she was the closest thing to a mother-figure Walter had, well, besides the apartment.
Henry's thoughts were disrupted when he heard a loud crash coming from the bathroom. He quickly turned around, and saw that big Walter was missing. "Aw, hell…" He whined, before leaping off of the stool and running to the bathroom. The door was closed again, but he kicked it opened and rushed inside.
Looking at the tub, he rolled his eyes and folded his arms across his chest. In the bathtub stood big Walter, and he had the Super in another arm lock, a bar of soap pointed at his neck.
"For God's sake, Henry! Get this man off of me!" The Super yelled, trying to wriggle free of Walter's grasp.
Henry yanked the bar of soap from Walter's hands and shoved him from the tub. Walter stumbled out, and shot the Super another accusing look, then ran back out into the main room. Then, yelling out into the hallway, Henry said, "Hey, kid! Control yourself!" Knowing full well that only young Walter could calm down his older counter-part.
The Super stepped out of the tub, shaking from the "near death" experience. He held the little red box tightly in his trembling hands. "Oh, bless you Henry!" And the Super flung his arms around Henry, rubbing up against him.
At the same time, though, Eileen walked into the bathroom doorway. "Hey, I've got some snacks if you guys are hungr-" But she didn't have time to finish her statement. She caught sight of Henry and the Super, and she started turning a deep red color. 'W-well, at least you're doing it in the bathroom this time, Henry!" Flustered, she ran back out into the hall, slamming the door.
Henry sighed again, and the Super let go of him. "Well, what is she all upset about?" He asked, walking out of the bathroom.