I.

Harry led the way into the foggy alleyway, and Tina, a nurse he saved from a less than sane doctor, followed closely behind. They sought refuge in Heaven's Night and taken a few minutes to recover from the ordeal. Once they told their stories and realized that the town was much more dangerous then they initially thought, they set out—Harry with the intention of finding his daughter—Tina simply helping as payment for saving her from an undesirable, intimate meeting with Dr. Killian.

They walked in silence, Harry keeping a close watch for any creatures stalking them under the cover of the fog. So far, they were without incident, but Harry knew that when they least expected it, something would come up.

Though it was his second time to the accursed Silent Hill, something felt different about the town this time around. It wasn't anything that Harry could exactly put his finger on, but he could feel something powerful—evil—just out of reach, but keeping close. And there was no doubt that the evil was after Heather.

But why now? Why after seventeen years? Harry knew it was his own fault for staying so close to Silent Hill. But the evil was destroyed. He and Cybil stopped the cult's god from being born, and Alyssa was reborn, all of her past being erased with her rebirth. But something happened—it was that woman. The woman with the long white hair and dark dress. Claudia—it was her. She somehow was at the center of all this madness. And she had tried to kill Harry.

Not only did he have to find Heather, but he had to see if he could locate the man that saved him, Henry Townsend. But he didn't know the first place to look. He hadn't seen the man before—which led Harry to the question: how did he know where I was?

Someone wanted him alive. The doctor somehow healed him of his fatal wound00maybe even resurrected him, who knows? But Harry realized that his resurrection wasn't coincidence—someone had a reason for keeping him alive. And that reason couldn't have been good.

He focused back on the task at hand. He had to find Heather. Harry figured that he would find out the grand scheme in due time. As long as he had the ability, he resolved to find his daughter, no matter what the cost.

"Harry, wait," Tina's voice a hushed whisper.

Harry immediately stopped walking and listened.

Footsteps. Several footsteps. Running down the street.

Footsteps meant other people. Running meant they were in the same boat as Harry and Tina.

"Let's go," he said. Before Tina could protest, Harry erupted into a sprint, 9mm in hand. Tina kept pace a few feet behind him, suddenly feeling inadequately prepared for whatever they were bound to come across. She just hoped that whatever chased after the good guys didn't turn on them.

II.

The theater door slammed as Harry and Tina arrived to get a good view of the area. But then, Harry focused on the strange flying creatures that stuck to the doors and ambled in front of the theater.

The fog still obscured the creatures somewhat, but from what Harry could tell, the creatures were something that he'd never seen before: long neck, sharp features, sleek body, lashing tail, and jagged teeth. Harry silently cheered for those that escaped, hoping that none of them fell victim to the creature's desire to dine on human flesh.

However, the creatures now separated Harry and Tina from the other people who may be more lost souls in Silent Hill. There were about twenty creatures, but some flew off while some returned keeping the number fluctuating slightly. Still, that was too many to try to take out with his gun. Before he could put three down, the others would quickly swarm over him and Tina.

He glanced to the right of the theater, but there was only fog. To the left was a lonely house. There was nothing extravagant or overly inviting about the house, but if they could get to the backyard, they could probably get into a back door of the theater.

"Tina, let's try that house over there. We can go through the backyard and get into the back of the theater."

Tina estimated the location of the house and imagined the backyard opening up to an emergency exit of the theater. Once inside, they would meet up with the others and have safety in numbers. She nodded in agreement.

Harry noticed the phone vibrating, its intensity depending on how close or far he was from the monsters. From old static-filled radios to cell phones—at least Silent Hill keeps up with the times, Harry shook his head in spite of himself.

The creatures were so preoccupied with the people in the theater that they failed to notice Tina and Harry creeping slowly toward the adjacent house only twenty feet away. It isn't that Tina and Harry weren't easy targets—that wasn't the issue. The creatures had one mission at this point—to keep the teens inside the theater. That single thought was the prevailing objective in their mind—even food came secondary to their initial goal. Soon enough, they would have the chance to feat on the two humans. And they would ensure a slow, agonizing feast.

III.

Tina closed the front door behind them, thankful that they were inside of a house. Since she and Harry had left the hospital, Tina kept feeling as though something terrible was going to happen. It wasn't a single feeling or something that she could clearly describe—it was more like a nagging uneasiness, a remote feeling of peril, and an impression of impending disaster all at once but not quite that. There was no single way to describe it no matter how Tina tried.

She remained by the door as Harry surveyed the first floor. He poked his head in the kitchen, living room, and hallway, ensuring some random creatures hadn't found their way inside, waiting for some hapless soul to wander in. The basement door being locked from the inside concerned Harry, but he dismissed it as he inspected the rest of the floor. Surprisingly, the bottom floor was void of any of the normal monstrosities that wandered the streets. But there was still the second floor.

"Stay here," Harry told Tina as he ascended the stairs. The second floor was much like the first floor—several doors that couldn't be opened, a few cluttered rooms, and an unsanitary and filthy bathroom. Harry finished his scan of the second floor in only a few minutes.

He headed back downstairs to find Tina waiting patiently by the door.

"Find anything?" Tina asked.

Harry shook his head. Besides being overly grimy and disorganized, there didn't seem to be anything noteworthy about the house..

"No—looks like we're safe here," Harry said as he tucked his 9mm into his belt. "Relatively speaking given the circumstances," he added. "If we find other people, we can use this place as a safe hideout."

Harry took a moment to check his gun, the phone, and his flashlight, which was still in his jacket pocket.

"Ready?" he asked.

"Yeah, something feels creepy about this place."

Tina followed Harry around a corner and down a short hallway to the back door. Harry tugged on the door, but it simply wouldn't open. "That's kind of weird," Harry said more to himself than anything. Then he said to Tina, "Let's just go back out the front. Maybe there's another way around back.

They turned the corner and stopped in their tracks. The front door swayed gently in a gentle wind that carried fog with it.

"Harry, I closed that door," Tina clarified without waiting for Harry to ask any questions. Harry pulled out his gun and briskly walked toward the door. Before he got within arm's reach, the door slammed shut.

Then there was a noise upstairs. Harry spun and pointed his gun at the top of the stairs at the same time. Tina reacted quickly—she sprinted past Harry to the front door. She wrenched on the knob, but to no avail.

"Harry, it won't open," she dashed to a window. With all her strength he tugged on the window, but she might as well not even tried at all. "The windows are stuck!" she relayed.

Harry decided escape was more important than confronting whatever may or may not have entered the house. He grabbed a chair and threw it against a window, but the chair bounced off the window and toppled to the floor.

Tina tried throwing a paperweight through the window, but her result was the same as Harry's. He returned to the bottom of the stairs and studied the wall.

Something was suddenly scrawled up the wall at the same angle as the stairs, like someone—probably something—wrote it as it climbed the stairs. Harry backed up slowly until he could see the entire wall clearly.

Tina ran up behind him and stopped. "He loves me, he loves me not," a shiver ran through Tina as she read the crimson letters. "Harry, someone else is in this house."

He walked forward and began up the stairs.

"You're not going up there, are you?"

Harry nodded. "Whatever's here wants us to find it, so that's what we're going to do."

Tina closed the gap between her and Harry, keeping as close as possible without running into him. She tried to quiet her breathing as they crept down the hallway. Harry tried the doors from before, but they still would not open.

The bathroom door was still open. Harry stepped inside the spacious bathroom. The sink, mirror, and toilet were on the left and the bathtub was around a corner on the right. He walked to the tub and pulled back the curtain.

A red book lie in the center of the blood stained tub. He reached down and picked it up. It appeared to be a diary of some kind, judging from the lack of a title and the ribbon bookmark attached to the spine of the book.

He flipped through it quickly, suddenly uneasy as he glanced at the various pages.

he loves me, he loves me not, he loves me, he loves me not, he loves me, he loves me not

Harry flipped more pages, but the same thing was written on every page from the top to the bottom, squeezed onto the page in every direction possible in the same exact handwriting.

What the hell? Harry thought. Who would have written something like this in a diary and what state of mind were they in?

"Tina look at this—" but when Harry turned to show Tina the strange diary, he found that he was alone. Harry closed the diary and threw it back in the tub. "Tina?" he called.

Harry stepped past the sink and mirror and paused at the door. He failed to take even a quick glance at the mirror, which showed Tina being forcibly dragged out of the bathroom by something with a red pyramid for a head. He completely missed the last traces of Tina as she disappeared into the dark, reverse hallway.

IV.

Henry Townsend slid down the wall next to his front door, throat raw and hands bleeding from yelling and beating on his front door. He knew that someone had to hear him. These walls weren't that thick and the apartments weren't that far apart. It was impossible for him to believe that no one had at least called the cops on him for the racket he was making.

But there were no concerned (nice way of saying nosy) neighbors, no superintendent of the building, no sirens, nothing that indicated a rescue from his imprisonment.

But it didn't make any sense. Why was he locked in his now soundproof and escape-proof apartment? How could someone have sneaked in, chained up his door from the inside and locked all the windows without him knowing? There was simply no way that could have happened—yet, here he was.

Then there was Harry Mason.

A note had been slipped underneath his door telling him to save Harry, and next thing Henry knew, he was swept away from his apartment to another apartment complex, somewhere outside of Silent Hill. And there is where he found the man, on the brink of death, obviously presumed dead by someone else.

Henry rushed Harry to the hospital only to have him whisked away by a strange nurse and Pyramid Head (somehow the name just made sense) stopped him in his tracks. He was almost killed, but instead, Henry found himself once again inside of his apartment, trapped and alone.

He sighed pitifully, unsure of what to do now. He couldn't leave—he had exhausted all means of escape: the windows, the doors, shouting, screaming, breaking through the wall, the phone, and the vent. There was simply no way out.

Henry let his head rest against the wall for a moment before he heard a piece of paper slide underneath the door.

He leapt to his feet and screamed, "Hey, wait! I'm trapped! Help! Please!" Henry pounded his fists against the door, feeling a knot form in his stomach as he realized the messenger was long gone. His eyes clenched shut and he ell to his knees.

What had he done to deserve this? He couldn't think of any logical reason that he would be imprisoned—he had committed no heinous crime and never crossed anyone. By most standards, Henry was a nice guy. Yet, here he was, on the brink of madness trapped in his own apartment with strange notes being slipped to him.

The red paper seemed to call out to Henry, snapping him out of his spiral into despair.

He unfolded it quickly, and glanced over the scribble.

HELP ME—TINA.

"Tina?" he repeated. Who the hell was Tina? And did this have something to do with Harry? Henry's head was spinning and he felt like vomiting, but before he could, he felt himself sinking.

Henry forced himself to open his heavy lids, and saw that he was sinking into his floor, like quicksand hungrily swallowing another victim. He couldn't even protest as the foul smelling liquid that the floor somehow became washed over his mouth—then his nose—then the top of his head.

Notes:

Crazyb1tch85: Thanks again for your reviews. Harry will definitely get the chance to save Heather soon enough...

havenoname: As you see, Henry has been once again summoned to help. This time, Tina's the one in danger, but surely he'll meet Harry again.

Kalevispetke: Hope you like the new chapter.

Shortey: Well, it looks like something not so good is in store for Tina. let's just hope Henry can make it to her in time.

Cat: Thanks for that catch. When I was writing and researching, I didn't even realize there were two different hospitals in the game (even through they are pretty much the same, I think—it's been a while since I've played). I think I chose Brookhaven in the end and corrected it. Thanks!