This is a short chapter, since all the action went into the last one. Just more of a rap-up of everything that had happened. Enjoy everyone, and since this is the last Silent Hill chapter for this particular story I'd appreciate any full story reviews that people would like to send me.

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Adium Dac Neoc Navine

Aedian Grendle AKA David Struve

Three months had passed since Alex and Sarah had left Silent Hill, and there'd still be no word from Richard. Days after making his report and having his wound treated, Alex had returned to the city only to find that all the roads did was wind endlessly. Somehow the city had returned to dormancy, taking whomever still resided within it back to whatever hell it occupied.

Alex had thought he'd have a story to finally beat Leon's Raccoon City affair, but quickly found that the trip to rescue the President's daughter hadn't gone well at all. For once he felt that he'd gotten the better deal, and never stopped reminding the young Kennedy about it.

Sadly, Sarah had quickly disappeared after leaving him at a nearby hospital. The only clue as to where she'd gone was a note left in his room.

Alex,

Something happened to the city, something that can't be explained. All I know is that Richard most likely isn't coming back. You knew as well as I that the city wouldn't allow him to leave a second time, but at least his part in this is done.

Thank you for all you did for us, for doing everything to keep Richard alive when everything pointed to his death. Good luck in the future…I doubt we'll meet again.

Sarah

That search would have occupied more of his time if the body of a red-haired woman hadn't been found a few hours later with a gunshot wound to the head from Alex's own weapon. Most at the bureau Alex worked at were content to call it a suicide and close the case, but most knew it was just another cover-up to allow Sarah to run. They simply added murder to the list of charges she was wanted for, but had no real hopes of ever charging her.

So it was that after three long months of searching for something he never truly hoped to, or in the case of Silent Hill never WANTED to find, Alex gave up and traveled to his apartment on the outskirts of the bureau's base.

'Home at last.' He thought to himself as he began walking up the wooden stairs that led to the small but nice apartment he'd been given by the government. The aged wood creaked loudly, bringing a wail from a nearby stray cat, but Alex didn't argue. That creak had saved his life before, and he wasn't going to argue with it now.

Barely fumbling with the key, he opened the door and watched as the motion light on the inside of the door clicked on, revealing a sparsely furnished entryway into his home. Directly to his right was the living room and kitchen, separated by a half-wall that had once been part of a different apartment.

Re-locking the door behind him, he walked into the living room, and hung his coat on the rack that stood next to a sofa and recliner. Twin lamps stood on opposite sides of the room, one by a bookshelf filled with a variety of fiction, historical documentaries, fantasy, and books on the occult. The other was by a decent sized television, with only a few more payments on it.

Most people would have gone straight to bed, but Alex never made it that far. Sliding onto the couch, he propped his head up on the arm, grabbed the remote, and turned the television onto the only station he ever watched.

Scenes from World War II raged on the screen in black and white as the History Channel did yet another special on Hitler's Reich. The history teacher in him wanted to watch it, but his travels were catching up with him, and his eyes slowly closed on their own.

Hours later he awoke feeling only moderately refreshed. The television had remained on, changing to Hitler's last attempts to utilize the occult to win the war. Not willing to watch something like that, Alex turned it off and walked to the other side of the apartment where the bathroom was.

After using it, he splashed cold water on his face in an attempt to shake away the last bits of sleep that still clung to him. Then, rubbing his face with a small green towel, he walked back into the living room.

The first thing he noticed was the television had been turned back on, screen full of soundless static that caused the shadows to dance along the walls.

"No…" Alex whispered breathlessly, reaching towards his coat where a handgun was loaded and waiting…only to find the coat still where it was but no weapon inside it.

"I would not be the best if I wasn't able to take that weapon from you." Walter Sullivan said as he walked from the kitchen into the living room, directly opposite where Alex stood. For a split second the static sparkled on something around his back before leaving the room in shadows again.

"Richard failed then." Alex said sadly, wondering how he'd managed to miss all that had happened. "You killed him."

Walter shook his head, taking several steps closer and unhooking a buckle around his shoulders. Removing a scabbard from his back, he lay a longsword on the ground before sitting in Alex's recliner.

"No, I never wanted him dead." Walter said softly. "I simply needed him to open the demon gate and allow me to take full control of the city. He wouldn't do me that favor, however, and it cost him his life."

"But you had to have killed him!" Alex shouted, looking around the room for something to use as a weapon. "He fought you at the end."

Again Walter shook his head, drawing the blade that lay on the ground. OBEDIENCE sparkled in golden letters as the static from the television struck it. "Belial has always been good at illusions." He said simply, pulling up his shirt for Alex to see the purple scar that ran along his stomach where Richard had stabbed him in the hallway, thinking him to be Belial.

"I knew at that point the city was never going to be mine. I decided to cut my losses and survive. After Richard stabbed me, the sword burned white-hot, closing my wound. Had I truly been Belial I'd still be in that hellish place, burning in agony for all eternity. Yet I managed to pull the weapon out and stumble out of the city before it disappeared back into damnation."

"And Richard?"

"Dead sadly, though he took Belial with him…no small task for any mortal to do so, especially when the demon lord held the Ronin Blade." Walter acknowledged.

Alex took a few steps closer, surprising Walter with his motions. "And what are you doing here?" He managed to ask the assassin.

"You remember Henry Townsend, don't you?" Walter asked, knowing full well that Alex had been the one to investigate that case. "I think we're going to play a little game…"

That's when the lamps fully lit the room, when rot and decay of Silent Hill was fully revealed, and when Alex saw with a sinking feeling in his stomach that the door had been securely shut by chains from the inside.

Walking into the kitchen, Walter gestured with the sword and Alex had no choice but to follow, a prisoner in his own apartment…