Authors Note Continued:- Right I was rambling last time. Can't remember what it was about. Something to do with Clock Tower 3. Has anyone else played Clock Tower 3? Just wondering. If you can't tell, I'm slightly bored. Right, new chapter. Chapter 4 I think. That would be the one before 5 and the one after 3. This chapter shall contain Vincent. Hurrah, seems to have taken forever for Mr Vincent to appear. Damn I wish I knew his last name. Oh yes, there's going to be a weird guy in this chapter, due to a friends request. I have yet again rambled. So to finish off, after looking over chapter 3 is lying I do agree the paragraphs are long, but I just get carried away, bit like these author notes. Next chapter won't have author notes. I promise.
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Heather, like the very rude girl she is, continued her journey without my permission. She has managed to find a jack and is now in a room filled with mannequins. All of the mannequins in the room have no legs or head but do have arms. There is one mannequin with a head. So like the brain box Heather is, she decides to have a conversation with it and of course names it, Rhys. As suspected she didn't get too many answers. In fact no answers. "Rhys is annoying. Totally ignorant and smells of plastic." Heather turns away from the mannequin and searches the room. Heather examines a box behind some shelves near the mannequin. In it she finds a lollipop, a lighter, a Crimson Ceremony book, shotgun ammo and a block of mouldy cheese. Heather takes the lollipop and the shotgun ammo."Kamikazeeeeeeeeeee" Heather jumps at the sudden shout coming from the other side of the shelves. "What the hell was that?" Wondering out loud, Heather goes around the corner. In front of her, she sees the now beheaded mannequin named Rhys. "God dammit Rhys, you scared the crap out of me and where is your head? I'm sure you had one." Heather examines the area where the head of the mannequin was. There is blood flowing from the plastic and a piece of paper in the blood. Heather picks up the paper. There is a message written on it saying 'Give me my lollipop.' Heather places the lollipop on the floor and quietly leaves the mannequin room.
A few minutes later Heather finds herself in the hallway of Monica's Dance Studio. There is a door directly in front of her and another to her left. She decides to go through the door on the left. Inside she finds two fat nude guys like the one in the subway. Only difference, these two aren't sleeping on the ground. They are prancing about the room, in their own version of Swan Lake. Heather stands by the door watching the two monsters dance gracefully across the floor. After a while the two nudists stop, lean against one of the walls and pull out cigarettes. Heather applauds them and walks over to where they are standing. "That was fantastic. I mean, just brilliant. After being chased by one of your friends, I'm surprised to discover you nudists are such graceful dancers." The nudists look at Heather, one of them decides to speak. "Why, thank you. You're so very kind. If you ever find yourself in the otherworld you should come to one of our shows. There aren't any until next month though." Heather smiles at the nudist. "By any chance do you know where I can find rope? Need it to climb down the elevator shaft" The nudist thinks for a moment and then speaks. "There should be a rope in the room next door. See you later." The nudists leave and a second later Heather does.
In the next room Heather finds the rope and a map of the office building. After finding nothing else of use in the room, Heather leaves and heads toward the elevator. After an hour of trying to get the elevator door open with the jack Heather finally succeeds and slowly goes down the rope to reach the second floor. Heather soon finds herself in front of a bathtub. "There's a bathtub here. I can have a bath and rid of the smell of sewage and blood from me." Heather turns on the tap. Nothing comes out. "Great. No water. Still smell of sewage. I knew it." Heather takes one last look at the bathtub when she notices blood is coming through the plug hole. The walls start looking rusted and bloody. Heathers head starts throbbing again. The world goes black.
"It's being invaded by the otherworld. By a world of someone's nightmarish delusions come to life. That's right, a world without television. Cheryl is going to be in so much trouble when I find her."
Heather wakes up to find herself yet again in the nightmare world. Blood stained walls and metal grating floors. Tubes pumping something into a corpse hanging behind some fencing. Heather stands up and looks around the room. "Great. I'm here again. Didn't even have to see that crazy lady this time. Guess that's one advantage. I shall get revenge on that bitch." Heather begins kicking the bathtub. Every kick harder then the last. After a while she stops kicking and leaves the room. "Stupid evil world. Every time I'm here, some weird new monster appears. Then I ha.......hey a wheelchair with a doll sitting in it." Heather examines the wheelchair. The doll sitting on the chair looks mummified. After looking at the doll for a few minutes Heather leaves the room. Just as she predicted a new monster greets her when she leaves. The monster look like an anteater wearing boxer gloves and is covered in blood. Heather pulls out her mace and hits the new monster until it dies. Heather goes into the mental health clinic. On one of the benches she finds a photo, written on the back it says 'Find the Holy One. Bribe her with a cheese burger since she is an idiot. If that doesn't work, kill the bitch.' The picture is of Heather. "The me is picture, but me idiot not." Heather goes through the door in front of her.
Inside the room, there is a man sitting behind a desk reading a book. The man is leaning back on the chair he is sitting on. He does not notice that Heather has entered. "Hey, bookworm." The man loses balance on the chair. The chair falls back with the man still sitting on it, sending him crashing to the ground. The man stares at the ceiling for a few seconds before standing up and sitting back on the chair. "Heather? That's what you're called now? Isn't it?" the man asks as if Heather has just entered the room. Heather looks at him for a second before speaking. "And who are you? Have you thought about getting a hair cut?" Heather asks. The man ignores her comment. "The name's Vincent. Don't forget it, okay?" Heather mumbles something and rolls her eyes. Vincent continues speaking. "I'm on your side." Heather interrupts him before he can say more. "So you say. How do I know you're not with her? The happy cheese burger thief? What sort of person steals someone's food? It's just rude."
"Her? You mean Claudia?" Vincent stands up and moves quickly to the other side of the desk, "Please don't lump me together with her. I'm not like her. I like wearing shoes. She was brainwashed by that crazy old hag. You know, that crazy old hag, she is your mother." Heather looks at Vincent, then at the desk behind him. "Do you like cheese on toast?" Heather asks Vincent. Vincent looks at Heather confused and then seems to understand. "I get it. Harry didn't tell you. I bet he hid the truth. It figures, he always was a sneaky guy." Heather looks at Vincent with an angry look in her eyes. "I admit he is sneaky. Don't talk about my Dad like that." Heather shouts at Vincent. Vincent takes a step back and raises his hands before speaking. "I apologize. Calm down. Have a glass of fruit juice." Next to Vincent a glass of fruit juice appears. Under his breath he mutters "crazy psycho." Heather calms down a bit and speak again. "How do you know my father? He wouldn't hang around weirdo's like you." Vincent smiles and replies. "I know everything. I know about your past too."
"If you know something, then tell me how to end this. I've got other stuff to do." Vincent smiles again "Why not enjoy yourself a little longer?" Heather looks at Vincent like he is crazy. Heather heads towards the door. "Wait, I'm not finished talking yet." Heather stops and looks at Vincent one time. "I knew you were on her side. You can tell by the way you look. You're weird as well." Heather leaves the room. Vincent stares at the door for a few seconds. Tears begin to well up in his eyes. He evetually bursts into tears. "My hair is perfectly fine."
A few hours later Heather find herself in a bloody room. There are four tables covered in a white, blood stained cloth. On one of the tables there is a piece of paper. On the paper there is a fairy tale. "Tu fui, ego eris. What sort of fairy tale is that?" In the distance a loud wail is heard. After another hour, Heather finds her way to her apartment building. Before going to her apartment she checks her mail box. "No letters. Not even from a dead wife. Hold on there is." Out of nowhere James Sunderland appears again, looking cleaner and happier. Before he can get a word out Heather runs to her apartment and locks the door.
"Dad I'm home. Listen something strange is going on. I met this woman, named Claudia. She wasn't wearing any shoes and I took your advice and decided not to trust her. Never trust someone who doesn't wear..........Oh my God. Dad?" Heather looks in the direction of where her father is sitting. She notices the television is gone. "Dad, the TV's been stolen again. I'll check the roof, you check outside." Heather goes up to the roof, where she finds Claudia. "Did you do this?" Claudia looks at Heather and vomits on the ground. "You're late." Claudia slurred. "Why?" Claudia stumbles backwards before talking. "To fill your heart with hatred. I didn't do it though. It was him." Claudia points into the darkness behind Heather. Heather turns around to see the monstrosity that is Jonathon Wilkes. "Come to Silent Hill where all the answers are or something. I don't know." Claudia mumbles on while leaving through the door behind her. From behind the door Heather hears Claudia fall down the stairs. "Great I'm stuck up here with a crappy, British TV presenter." Heather gets out her mace. "Welcome to another episode of Yo......" Before Jonathon could finish his sentence Heather hits him across the head with the mace killing him. Heather leaves the roof and heads back to her apartment. How she got there is a mystery best left unsolved. When she arrives in her apartment she finds Douglas crouching next to a chair.--------------------------Author Note:- I promised there wouldn't be one in the NEXT chapter. Sorry about Jonathon Wilkes. My friend, she is just a fan girl of his. It was the only way I could bribe her into reading my fic. Damn, means I have to put him in the chapel. No author notes in the next chapter. Next chapter will be short and sweet since there will be no author notes. Don't worry though, I'll earn up for that by adding 3 chapters. Oh yeah. Believe it or not this chapter has been edited.