Knowledge of the Sacraments

3rd Person Mode

"The 21 Sacraments?" asked Unique. "I've never heard of them."

"I'm sure you know more about them than you may realize. You're supposedly the final one. The one to use those Sacraments," Daniel said.

"But who? Sacraments? Do you mean Sacraments as in Holy items or Sacraments as in..?" she asked hesitantly.

"I'm afraid it's the ladder," Daniel explained. "There have been 21 people killed all the for sake of.. Dahlia."

"Who is this Dahlia, anyways?" asked Unique, stretching her legs out and flipping them over the side of the hospital bed. She was back in the somewhat haven of her room, or what was supposedly her room.

"She's a crazy woman, but I shouldn't speak so much of it. She may end up hearing me say that."

"Are we in Silent Hill?" Unique asked.

"How did you know?" replied Daniel, surprised.

"That room I saw.. it was so familiar. Most of the rooms of South Ashefield Heights looked just like that, so I assumed that's where I was. In Silent Hill."

"You could've been somewhere different, you know," Daniel said uneasily. "Just because you dream about Silent Hill doesn't mean that you're in it."

"But it's like this place it calling me," Unique said. "I've been having all these premonitions."

"You're the Seeker of the Future. The Reaper of Paradise. Of course you're having premonitions. Dahlia is about to die and you're the freshest of the generation."

"What are you talking about?" Unique asked, curling her legs back under again. She tilted her head to one side, confused.

Daniel shook his head. "Don't worry about it," he said, pressing himself away from the wall and heading for the door. "It shouldn't be concerning you. You'll soon find out the truth behind yourself and me as well."

"Wait, what's going on?" Unique cried. "You're not making any sense!"

Daniel stopped inches from the door and turned to face her once more. "Have you ever heard of Walter Sullivan?"

"The madman?" Unique asked. "The man who killed 21.." She paused, pondering something.

"Madman, indeed," Daniel said, walking out.

"Wait, was he involved with the 21 killings?" called Unique, but the door had already closed after him.

1st Person Mode

How? I asked myself. I looked down to my hands and realized what I had said only moments before. South Ashefield Heights. I know I had passed through this town of Silent Hill before and I slumbered at that same hotel for one night when I was very young, but I still shouldn't have been able to remember that. How did I know that South Ashefield Heights was in Silent Hill?

And what was that dream from? Thoughts kept pouring into my head. I had glanced to the wall. A picture hung on it of a young man, his mid-twenties. His name seemed to call, yet my mind retreated as though I may have known him, but disgraced his existence. It made no sense.

The walls were so rusted. I thought maybe at first that someone hadn't lived there in years or had been a heavy smoker, or just a plain slob, but I came to recognize it as dried and clotted blood, as though the walls themselves were veins of a complex paradox. The building, itself, an enigma.

It's ridiculous, I told myself. That whole apartment, possessed? Even the room wasn't possessed. It was all just some crazy dream. Or was it? I wondered if it was, indeed, a premonition, or perhaps it was just a flashback from someone else's past. Whatever it was, I didn't want to return there again, no matter what the situation.

And why did Daniel mention Walter Sullivan? He's dead, so why does it matter? Then again, there was a copycat Walter that continued the killings of 21 people. The riddle was finally solved, but the place of his birthright, the apartment, that same room, seemed to be what drew him there. A fire ended that situation quickly afterwards, but his body was never found. I wonder...

3rd Person Mode

"Fool!" Dahlia hissed, slapping Daniel across the cheek. He retreated with fear and backed from her.

"It's not like I gave her any good clues. Besides, you're the one whose crazy around here!" Daniel called.

"You are of my own flesh and blood! How dare you treat me this way!" Dahlia screeched.

"I don't know what I am! An incest child is what I am! I don't belong in this world. I am a fake! Why did you birth me?" Daniel screamed.

"You are supposed to be the end of the bloodline. The last of the generation, but you've failed me."

"What do you want me to do? Take after Walter's footsteps?" Daniel asked.

"Exactly. There are still other Sacraments to be fullfilled," Dahlia answered.

"You're insane!" Daniel cried, throwing up his arms and walking into the next room.

"You will find the final Sacraments or be one yourself," Dahlia muttered, and turned away from him, taking her place, once again, at the alter.