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Chapter 6:

Heather

Today hadn't been a very successful day. Despite my-our efforts, neither me or Valtiel had found any other human besides myself. It was as if Douglas had just disappeared, the car was still here, so where was he? surely he didn't just walk away?

Douglas knew where to go, he knew how to get out of this town and find somewhere safe. I had lost my map somewhere along my journey, I suppose I could find a road out eventually but even then, would I survive? where would I go? the only family I had was my father, and hes gone now. I didn't truly have a home.

I blinked. I truly had nothing. Nowhere to go, no family, no friends, no home.

My thoughts drifted to Alessa. I was born in Silent Hill, this town was a part of me. This hell was where I belonged, is it not? I could feel a connection with this place, but I refused to admit it. I had to leave.

What would I do once I finally found a town with people? get a job? buy a house, start a family?

I shook my head from my thoughts and looked down.

I sat quietly on the floor of a room in one of the apartments, a torch lying in the corner to illuminate the dark room. I was scooping peaches out of a can with my fingers and eating them. I've never been much of a fruit person, but I was grateful for any food I can get in this place.

Valtiel is sitting across from me, his legs crossed neatly with his gloved hands resting on his knees. Despite his lack of eyes I feel like hes staring at me. It makes me nervous, and I could feel as my hands began to shake from his constant staring.

"Are you alright?" Valtiel suddenly breaks the silence.

I freeze and look up, greeted by the strange folds and creases that made up Valtiel's face. I quickly look back down again.

"Oh!...ah..yes I'm fine..haha.." Damn it Heather! calm yourself! I go back to eating the remaining fruit, and then push the can aside with a sigh. I was still hungry, but I best not eat all my food at once.

I look at my hand, seeing some of the remaining juices from the fruit on my fingers and lift my hand to my mouth.

My tongue paused on my fingers when I saw Valtiel's shaking form, is he shivering?

His head is turned in my direction. Looking behind myself, I see there is nothing else but a wall and turn my gaze back to him. I drag my tongue against my finger once more, and Valtiel stiffens. I put my hand down and tilt my head in confusion.

"Are you okay there Val?" I ask him quietly.

He seems to be shaken out of some deep thoughts, Valtiel grips his knees and begins to twitch again.

"C-Cheryl I..." he stops himself then abruptly stands up. "Its getting rather late, is it not? best you rest up for tomorrow."

I blink and tilt my head again, what was he thinking? I guess it is sort of late, it had become dark a few hours ago. But I wasn't very tired. I didn't argue with him though as I also stood up and made my way to the bedroom.

Sighing, I kick off my brown boots and collapse onto the dusty mattress.

Valtiel

I didn't know why I reacted the way I did while Cheryl was licking her fingers clean. I suddenly felt embarrassed at the sight of her sucking the sticky substance. But there was another feeling too, something I could not place. A feeling I had been burying deep down for a long time had began to surface.

Oh, Cheryl.

I held my twitching head in my hands and tried to get rid of the lingering thoughts. Cheryl was sleeping soundly on a double bed, she hadn't bothered to pull the blankets over herself and I could see her begin to shiver.

I walked across the dark room and hesitantly picked up the blanket, I slowly pulled it over Cheryl's sleeping form then quickly pulled away.

However I couldn't keep my hands away for long as one of my gloved hands lifted to lightly touch her cheek. I sighed contently at the warmth, and I could faintly make out the dusting of freckles across her nose and under her eyes. She looked so peaceful, so innocent and small.

And I wasn't about to let her go.

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I was perched up high in one of the vents, looking down the dark hallway. As suspected, the middle aged man came stumbling around the corner. He scanned the room quickly with the dying flashlight in his hand then looked at a map in his other.

"Heather?" his gruff voice called out into the empty corridors.

The man must of assumed Cheryl was still at the hospital, and was searching for her. But only I knew where she was, and I was going to keep it that way.

I wasn't going to let the private detective take her away from me. Cheryl was a part of this worlds creator, she had the ability to birth gods. This man-Douglas, was it? he is not worthy of her presence.

The detective continued down the hallway, occasionally opening doors and glancing into rooms. Coming closer and closer to where I was waiting.

Silently crawling out of the vent with years of practice, I made my way down the rusted wall and onto the floor. Douglas didn't notice me for a few moments as I stood silently, until he had shown the light of his torch in my direction and gasped.

He seemed confused, probably because he'd seen all the different creatures inhabiting this town besides me. Perhaps he hadn't noticed my lack of face and assumed me to be human. But realisation must of hit him because he quickly backed away and ran into one of the rooms along the hallway and slammed the door shut.

I almost scoffed. Did this man question my ability to turn a doorknob? Humans, foolishly trapping themselves in dead ends. The only escape in that room would be a possible window that may or may not be locked.

As I walked over and opened the door, sure enough there was a window and the detective was currently trying to open it.

He seemed to realise that we were more than two stories from the ground and pulled away from the window to look at me. I stood motionless and pondered over my plan. Was I going to kill this man? I was a giver of life, not a taker. It was my duty to revive, not murder.

But this private detective was going to take Cheryl away, if he stays here he will soon find her and take her from me. She is mine. And she belongs here.

However I do not need to make the decision myself as a loud bang echoes throughout the room and I feel a sudden burning pain in my shoulder. Looking downwards I can see the dark, thick inhuman blood leaking from the wound.

"Take that you creepy ass bastard." Douglas mutters from across the room, lifting his gun preparing to shoot again-this time aiming for my head.

But he underestimates my speed. I shoot to the side as the gun fires and the bullet misses.

An animalistic growl rips through me as I lunge at the terrified man.

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Heather

I groan into my pillow at the realisation that I was still in Silent Hill. And this bed smells nasty. I wish I had a cup of coffee, maybe I'll go searching for some today.

Sighing, I rolled over and squinted up at the faded paint on the ceiling. Trying to find the energy to get out of bed.

"Ah, I see you are awake."

I squeak in surprise, shrinking into the blankets. But its Valtiel who slowly walks towards the bedside.

"I didn't mean to startle you, I apologise." he continues.

Valtiel stands awkwardly, his head twitching like usual. I smiled and pulled back the blankets, then lazily climbed out of the bed.

"...Cheryl?" Valtiel asks slowly.

"Yeah?"

"If you don't mind, I would like to...show you something today.."

I zip up my vest and look over at Valtiel bemused. Hes standing unmoving with his patchwork face turned towards the window.

"...what is it?"

He hesitated to answer "Nothing in particular, I just thought you may appreciate a..break to relax and do something enjoyable."

I raise a questioning eyebrow at him. He seemed to get stranger every day. "Enjoyable? Silent Hill? I don't know Valtiel." I then proceed to laugh nervously as he turns around to face me.

"Gruesome and dark it may seem, but certain areas do have their charms" he returns with a hint of amusement. "Are you up for it?"

I tilt my head at him and the corner of my lips curl up "...sure."

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