Chapter 2:

Valtiel

As I pull away from a valve I am met by the ladder. 'The ladder?'

The ladder Cheryl once climbed up whilst I was turning the valve behind it. She had gawked at me for a moment then cautiously continued climbing the ladder.

"Cheryl" I say aloud. My voice sounds odd and raspy due to lack of use.

I turn away from the ladder, my head shaking and twitching as I crawl into another vent.

Heather

I don't know what I'm doing, sure I am drawn to something in this town but that shouldn't be enough to make me leave Douglas and go wondering around again. This place is dangerous, I'm pretty sure there are still creepy ass monsters lurking around every corner.

I don't even know where I'm going, I find myself standing outside Heaven's Night. I lean against a brick wall. My dad wasn't actually my dad, I wasn't born where I thought I was. I was born in this town, I am not Heather, I am Cheryl...

I am related to the creator of this hell...do I belong here?

I can't stay in this town, it's far too dangerous. There are monsters everywhere and little to no people. I'd go insane and surely die. I frowned, shook my head and pushed off the wall. I was about to head back to the gas station before I hear something.

Cheryl

What the hell was that?

I whip my head around and see no one. "Who said that?" I call out. But there is no reply. My frown becomes deeper and I walk quickly towards the direction I thought it came from. I got my knife out, you never know what to expect in this place.

Thanks to the thick fog I ended up walking into a set of double doors.

"God damn it!" I exclaim while rubbing my now sore head.

I push open the doors and walk inside. A hand still over my forehead as I begin walking down a hall, my footsteps make a soft echo and when I pass a room with its door wide open I can now tell that this is the hospital. There is a dirty old gurney inside as well as a few bottles of pills on a table beside it.

I keep walking, picking up my pace as it gets darker down the hallway. My breathing becomes faster and I am now running down halls, in and out of rooms, up and down stairs.

"Hello?" I call out. My voice echoes off the walls but again, there is no reply.

I find myself running straight into something, and I fall to the ground. My knife landed next to me. Was...was that a person? It felt like it had clothes...

I see two feet in a pair of pale heels. My eyes follow up the shaking legs to see a dirty nurse uniform.

"Shit."

A pipe swings my way and I scram backwards on the ground, but unfortunately my right leg took the hit. I let out a short cry of pain, grabbed my knife and began to get up. I limped, practically hopping on one foot. I swang the knife at her stomach.

She groaned, hunched over slightly and shook wildly. I clenched my teeth, swung back the knife and thrust it into the nurse's face. As I pulled the blade out, blood poured and dribbled to the floor.

I turned and limped away, it wasn't a sight I needed to see.

Valtiel

I knew she was here the moment she stumbled into the hospital. I could sense it.

She had killed a nurse after it threw a pipe down on her leg. She's limping down the halls now so it must of hurt. I have a strange feeling, it's like a tightness in my chest. I can't place it. But I didn't like seeing Cheryl hurt.

I followed her, at a reasonable distance. Sounds echoed easily here and If she saw me then I'm afraid she might run and never come back.

Wait

Afraid? I am the attendant of god, immortal, I simply do not feel such weak human emotions. And what's this, I don't want her to leave? Why do I care? She's just a human, average and weak. She held no benefit to me.

Oh but I knew I was lying to myself.