Henry's P.O.V.

He rubbed his sore temples as he sat on the edge of his bed. Henry tried to envision that Walter was not actually right outside his door; that he was alone in his apartment. The thought struck a sick laugh in him. This wasn't his apartment anymore. Maybe it never was. This place was the whole reason Henry had something as precious as life taken away from him. How could something like that be home?

The three years before Walter showed his ugly face had been some of the best of Henry's life. He moved away from a town that held mostly heartbreaking memories and was starting fresh with a job he loved as a photographer. Every day after work, Henry looked forward to going back to his apartment room and feeling the peace that came with it.

Did something really call him here? Was it because Walter chose him to be a Sacrament from the start that Henry felt compelled to move here? He mentally shook his head. It was impossible, mostly because he had never met Walter before the hellish events occurred. Unless Walter somehow spotted him beforehand, but how could he? Henry lived in a small town that was a six hour drive from here, so what would Walter be doing there in the first place?

The door opened and Henry looked up, expecting to see Little Walter eager to play. His face crashed when he saw that it was the adult version. Henry shot up, unwilling to be seated while his killer was standing. He silently cursed Walter under his breath.

"You don't seem happy to see me, Receiver."

No shit, thought Henry. He didn't voice this sarcasm since he wasn't in the mood to get shot again.

"I thought I was able to have privacy in my own room," he admitted, not meaning to sound like a sullen teenager.

Walter's lips pursed into a lopsided smile. The killer didn't seem to mind the scowl that he was given in response. Walter edged closer and Henry, with nowhere to go, tried to stand his ground.

"What do you want?" the photographer asked.

"I'm off to Silent Hill. And you're coming with me this time."

Henry's alarm bells rang out. He heard plenty of ghost stories about that place but he never believed them until he met Walter. Now that he knew what the Order was capable of, Henry would rather die than see how they messed up a beautiful town.

Well, he already was dead.

"I don't want to go."

Of course, this did nothing to gain Walter's sympathy. He grabbed his wrist with his calloused hand that ended so many lives.

"That's irrelevant. It's time for you to repent."

"Repent! I don't have to repent to a religion I'm not a part of."

Walter frowned in disapproval. The fatherly look almost made Henry punch the man in the face. Walter was not his authority figure by any means, so there was no reason he should believe he could bully Henry into doing what he wanted.

A firm hand tugged him until Henry was literally being dragged out of the room. Walter dragged him down the hall with only a slight bit of effort forcing Henry to follow.

"You should be a part of it. Starting today, you'll be a member. The Mother Reborn too but I'll deal with her later."

Henry noticed that Walter said nothing about the other ghosts. He probably didn't give a rat's ass if they believed or not. But why were Henry and Eileen so special?

At the end of his living room was a hole that Henry figured would lead to the haunted town. A newfound terror and determination surged through him and Henry found the strength to pull back just a little. Walter was now struggling a lot more. Henry was making it increasingly difficult for him that Walter glared at the twenty-first victim.

"I won't go! I won't!" Henry screamed.

"Yes you will. Even if I have to knock you out and carry you over my shoulder. You will repent."

"Fuck you! I hate you."

Walter's eyes were smoldering in rage. He brought up his gun and aimed. Henry showed no fear.

Then, out of nowhere, the migraine came back. The one Henry hadn't felt since he was alive, where his entire brain seemed to scream in agony. It took a second for Henry to realize he was screaming and clutching onto his skull so tightly that he might have been trying to squish his head in. At least that way, he wouldn't feel this pain anymore.

The headache persisted as Henry fell to his knees. The migraine was worse than he remembered and worst of all, it wouldn't stop. Henry wanted it to end so badly.

"Alright! Alright, I'll go."

Right after he cried that out, the headache left with no trace that it ever existed. Henry allowed himself a moment to recover, then he looked up to see Walter's shocked face. Walter's expression spread to a serene one.

"I see Mother punished you for me. That's wonderful, Henry. She really cares about you. Now come on if you don't want to feel that again."

It was disgusting to suggest that something willing to put you through that much pain cared for you but Henry didn't dare say anything in response for fear the migraine would come back. He took Walter's offered hand and allowed himself to be dragged into hell.

Alex's P.O.V.

Once Josh was asleep, Alex came to Esmond's longue just as he was instructed and found his ex kissing Carl with full force. Alex waited patiently for them to notice him. When the lovers withdrew, Carl gave Alex a friendly smile.

"I heard you two were going shopping. Don't have too much fun without me."

Esmond squeezed Carl's shoulder with a grin.

"Of course not. Just don't get jealous."

Alex averted his eyes, disgusted that the two were so into this idea. Carl has been eyeing him for some time and sometimes Alex wondered which one of these weirdos he should be more concerned about. Would Esmond insist Alex share Carl's bed immediately after he's done with him?

No, that didn't sound like the Esmond that Alex knew. Esmond would be too jealous if Carl and Alex did any sexual activity without him. This wasn't about sharing love or anything. It would just give Esmond an ego trip to have two lovers instead of one.

"Time to go," his ex told him.

Alex obediently followed him to his car, not asking where they were going. He had a good idea that Esmond was thinking something adult in mind. But Alex was shocked to find that they arrived at a jewelry store. He glanced curiously at his ex and Esmond simply smiled.

"Let's go."

The blonde got out and Alex followed, all the while trying to figure out what Esmond was planning. He had been sure that Esmond wanted to buy a stupid toy or something from the adult store. The way he was smiling earlier, Alex was almost certain that Esmond had something provocative in mind with their shopping trip.

Unless he's hoping to buy something that would require Alex to get himself pierced in an uncomfortable place. He wouldn't be surprised if that was what he was plotting.

They entered the store and the overweight woman at the counter glanced up at the customers. Her eyes sparkled like she recognized Esmond.

"Oh. Mr. Anderson. How's your fiancé?"

"He's great. This is my friend, Alex Shepherd. I need his expertise on a ring."

Here, the woman frowned in confusion.

"But didn't you two already decide on a ring?"

Esmond seemed quite prepared for this question.

"Yes, but this ring is for Alex's fiancé. It's quite a story, really. Carl and I just found our old friend here a few days ago and his wedding is on the same day. But when we were celebrating at a party, he lost his ring."

"Really?" the woman exclaimed.

Alex tried not to twinge or show that he was annoyed. Leave it to Esmond to make him look so careless as to lose an expensive ring. Esmond faked a sad look.

"I blamed myself and insisted to get him another one."

"Well, that's awfully generous of you."

"I know," Alex piped up. Like hell was he going to remain passive. He would take part in this lie too, "Talk some sense into him, ma'am. I told him not to."

Esmond smiled a little too broadly and put a hand on Alex's shoulder with a not so comforting squeeze.

"Don't listen to him, Miss Palmer. I know what I'm doing."

The two male 'friends' forced a chuckle at the same time. Miss Palmer didn't notice the awkward transition.

"Feel free to at least look, Mr. Shepherd. Let's see if there's anything you like."

Alex turned to look at Esmond. He could tell by the face his ex made that he was not going to leave this store without an expensive ring. The dark haired man turned to look at the wide selection the store had, his eyes simply skimming each on before trailing to another.

At first he thought to purposely pick out the most expensive ring just to see if he could get on Esmond's nerves but he discarded that idea. For one, the woman might see him as a greedy bastard of a friend. For another, more important reason, Esmond might tag on the price as Alex owing him even more than he already did. And he would remind Alex just how much he owed him.

Alex didn't want to be this guy's bitch. He was going to be as independent as he can possibly be allowed. He pointed at the least expensive ring, a six hundred dollar silver ring with a diamond inside.

Henry's P.O.V.

He had no idea where he was but he was certain that this wasn't the same town he once visited. When he toured in Silent Hill, it was a beautifully quiet town with calm warm air and accompanied by the smell of cedar trees all around it.

But this place had fog thick enough to cut with a knife. It was almost a good thing that Walter was dragging him, otherwise he would get lost. And though he hated Walter, he didn't want to be alone here. Was that a monster strolling by? Henry only caught sight of it through peripheral vision and didn't get a close look at it. But he saw enough to deduce it was either a monster or a deformed human.

Walter obviously knew where he was going. The fog didn't seem to deter him at all, nor did the darkness. Was it really dark here already? Henry didn't think the time zone would have it so dark. Maybe it was night here all the time?

The blonde killer led him to what looked like a church. Henry braced himself as they went inside. Cold, dusty and smelling of damp, rotting wood, this was definitely an abandoned building if Henry had ever seen one.

Walter took him to the front row pew. There was no one inside, including any monsters. Walter fell to his knees and had Henry do the same. Henry saw that Walter's head was bent down in devotion and his palms were clasped together in prayer.

"Forgive us our sins."

Those words that Walter uttered were apparently magic, for Henry heard some sort of siren and then saw everything morphing until the church looked to be in a different dimension. It was no longer damp and gloomy but red as blood. Henry felt the floor throbbing underneath his feet. Just like the apartment, Walter somehow took a building and made it alive.

Most alarming were the two new figures in front of them, both obviously human. One was a woman with long blonde hair that reminded Henry of Walter and another was a man in glasses. Walter and Henry stood up as the Assumption greeted them.

"Hello Sister Wolfe. This is my Receiver of Wisdom. I brought him here to be a part of the Order."

The woman named Wolfe inspected Henry with cold eyes. Henry shifted his weight nervously as she examined him from head to toe.

"I was told about him from Brother Smith."

Walter looked nervous for a quick second but his face recovered back to its hard mask when Henry glanced at him. Smith chuckled.

"I guess he's never repented to our religion before, has he? Then I'll handle him."

"No," Walter said suddenly, "Thank you, Father but I was hoping Henry would repent to Sister Wolfe instead."

Henry cast a nervous glance at the woman staring right at him. Compared to her, the Father or Brother Smith looked much more approachable. If Henry absolutely had to go through with this confession, he would rather talk to him.

Sister Wolfe took his arm. Henry wanted to run the other direction as he was once again dragged against his will.

"Very well. I'll talk to him. You handle Walter, Vincent."

The priest frowned after them. Henry thought about making a run for it now that he was out of the apartment but realized how foolish that idea was. For one thing, there were monsters out there that could cause him great pain and another thing is Walter would no doubt find him anyway. The last, most important reason that Henry decided not to was Alex. He would never see him again if he just left.

So he allowed himself to be pressured into this.

Alex's P.O.V.

The ring fit perfectly on his finger as he walked around the museum, searching for any potential trouble maker. Esmond had demanded that he wore the ring twenty-four/seven, much to his dismay. He couldn't figure out what Esmond was thinking. He wanted to marry Carl but he also wanted Alex to be a sort of mistress or something. Was Esmond fantasizing about marrying both men? He wouldn't be able to do that legally, so it was possible that was what the ring was for.

Where was Henry? Was he still angry at Alex's false accusation or was his killer still on his tail? Alex wondered what he could do…

South Ashfield Heights was where Henry lived and died. Could he find some clue there? Right now, it's just an abandoned building that a few teenagers would dare themselves to go into but otherwise, there didn't seem to be much going on. What were the chances that Alex would see anything?

Yet he could see ghosts for some unexplained reason. Maybe he would be able to find Henry there anyway. It was worth a shot. The only problem is the killer would probably be there too and try to kill him. Alex might cause a lot of trouble for Josh too. What if he died and left his brother all alone? Alex was confident in his combat abilities but he knew nothing about how Walter Sullivan fought. It was too risky.

But was he never going to be able to see Henry again? That Eileen woman said they were trying to help out but that was a few days ago.

As if his prayers were answered, Alex saw her standing by some bones of a tribal ancestor. A couple literally went through her without noticing, a sight Alex would have been puzzled at if he didn't know she was a ghost.

Making sure that there was no one else around, Alex came up to greet her.

"I was wondering when I'd see you again. How is he?"

Eileen offered a smile.

"That's why I came. I guess Walter took him to Silent Hill yesterday in order to confess his sins."

Silent Hill? How did they get there and back so fast? Did ghosts have some kind of power to travel really fast? Alex thought about asking Eileen this but then decided against it. He didn't want to remind her about her being a ghost herself and besides, there was something else much more important he wanted to ask.

"And Walter is still keeping a close eye on him?"

His sunk heart lifted a tad when Eileen shook her head.

"He's slowly starting to leave Henry alone for longer periods of time. He visits his mother from time to time and that's when Henry is free. I want to know when your next day off is."

"Tomorrow, as a matter of fact." As well as the day when he would have to sleep with the devil. But Alex tried not to think about that.

"Try to be as free as you can all day. I don't know what time Walter will visit his mother tomorrow, but I do know he stays with her for an hour. You'll have time to speak with Henry then."

He was actually going to get to see Henry again. He was finally going to be able to apologize. Alex felt the thrill and joy course through his veins.

"Great. Thanks, Eileen."

The woman smiled but she gasped with a look of horror. Alex noticed she was looking over his shoulder, so he turned around to find Nordic staring at him oddly.

There was a long silence as Alex tried to think up a lie. However, being caught in the act made his brain malfunction and he couldn't come up with a coherent thought.

"Who were you talking to?" Nordic asked.

"I….uh…no one. Just forget what you saw, okay?"

Alex looked down in shame and walked away, ignoring the way Nordic continued to stare after him like he was from the circus.