Henry's P.O.V.

"Oh, you little devil. I swear you're going to seduce me straight to hell," Carl chuckled. He dressed like a stereotypical 50's housewife, apron and all. He even held a wooden spoon as he talked to whom Henry could only assume was Esmond.

The ghost had been spending the past two minutes trying to become visible to him. He thought that if he showed up and shouted 'boo,' then that would suffice. However, it looked as though Henry just didn't have that ability. Alex and Josh were miraculously the only living beings able to see him.

So Henry switched to plan B. He grabbed a bowl full of flour, waited for his hand to warm to the sensation, then tossed it to the floor.

Carl paused immediately. His curious blue eyes landed on the mess that Henry had made for him. He paused for a moment, as if he couldn't process what had just happened.

"Honey, I gotta call you back," he hung up. Henry used this to his advantage. He knelt down in order to write something in the flour. Carl jumped back in shock, yelping in fright.

Henry's message was this-

Let Alex and Josh go free.

Smiling, Henry congratulated himself on a job well done. Carl was nearly in tears. He ran out the room, his phone forgotten.

"Henry."

The voice behind him made the man jump. Cynthia had a look of horror on her face. Before Henry could ask how she found him, Cynthia was already explaining the reason for her visit.

"Did you try to use Mrs. Blake to distract Walter?" she demanded with her arms crossed.

"Why?" Henry asked the second he found his voice.

"Because she couldn't. Walter knows you're gone. And he's looking for you. You need to leave before he finds out where Alex lives."

Henry didn't need to be told twice. He gave Cynthia a quick thanks before rushing out the door. His feet darted as quickly as Richard's, helping him to make a hasty retreat. He didn't stop until he was a good distance away.

The photographer stopped short. Walter perched himself at the bus stop, looking at him like a smiling cat that just caught a plump, juicy mouse. His guns sat next to him in clear view, yet the living people around him didn't notice. Henry was the only one unfortunate enough to be able to see the killer in front of him.

Walter gave him a challenging look, as if daring him to run away. Henry knew that even if Walter didn't chase him right away, he would still make him pay later. Instead of risking his wrath, Henry decide to try and appease him. He forced a smile like he was happy to see his murderer. No doubt Walter was suspicious. But at least he didn't show it.

"My dear Receiver of Wisdom," Walter cooed with a widespread grin, "Did you have fun with Alex?"

The smile fell from Henry's face. So it was going to be a direct accusation then. He was hoping to play dumb, but this tactic Walter was using didn't allow for that kind of defense.

"I don't know what you're talking about. I haven't seen him since the other day," Henry insisted. He wasn't really lying, so he hoped that Walter caught onto that.

The murderer continued to smile as if nothing was wrong. He patted a spot next to him, the spot away from the guns. Henry stared at them anyway.

"Sit down, Henry. I just want to talk to you."

Henry was frozen in fear.

With the upmost patience, Walter said, "I'm not mad at you. Sit down."

Uncertain, Henry slid down on the bench. As soon as he did that, Walter wrapped his arms around him in a tight embrace. Henry tensed up as Walter's lips pressed to his cheek. The photography did his best not to cringe as Walter made a meal out of his face.

He gasped when he felt a hand go underneath his shirt. He threw Walter off.

"Henry," Walter scolded like a parent. Henry kept a tight hold of his shirt, in case Walter tried that again.

Henry fumbled for an excuse, "I don't want people to see."

Walter laughed. His deep chuckle reminded Henry of when he would chase him with those guns. Henry shuddered from just hearing that laugh, because he associated it with pain and death.

"We're ghosts, Henry. No one will see."

Who's fault is that?

Henry tried to stand up, but Walter held him down. Walter pinned Henry to the bench and straddled on top of him to get good leverage. Their faces were just inches apart. His killer's eyes roamed through every inch of his body. Walter appreciated Henry as a work of art, but not as a human being.

He kissed Henry again. This time on the lips. Henry went limp when the tongue invited itself inside his mouth. Hands roamed all over him, and this time Henry knew better than to reject them. He only started putting up a fight when one slid up his shirt again.

He pulled away from Walter's kiss, "Please. Not in front of all these people."

"They can't see," Walter argued, breathily.

"I don't care. I don't want to do this here. Please."

"Shh," was all Walter said. He dug his face to the crook of Henry's neck. Henry shuddered with revulsion. Not him. Anyone but his killer. Why did karma hate Henry so much? What did Henry do to warrant such treatment? He might not have been the best student in school, or the friendliest person around, but wasn't he nice? Didn't he give to charity every Christmas? Didn't he work hard at his job before Walter killed him? Didn't he try to make the most out of life?

Nothing about this was fair.

"I can feel you shaking," Walter observed, "I bet you wished he was the one touching you."

That emphasis on he warned Henry that Alex was on thin ice. The more he rejected Walter's advances, the more danger Alex was in.

But try as he might, he couldn't work up the gumption to pretend he was enjoying this.

"I bet you wish he could touch you like this," Walter pinched Henry's naked torso, "With his dirty pagan hands."

Anyone not in the Order was a 'pagan' to Walter. The killer pulled up Henry's shirt and proceeded to pepper it with butterfly kisses. It took every ounce of Henry's willpower to not struggle.

"If you want him to touch you so much, then I'll make him clean first. I'll flay off his skin and knit a nice sweater out of it. And I'll make you wear it every day. Is that what you want, Henry?"

Was that even possible? Henry didn't want to find out. The photographer realized that even though Walter spoke softly, he was working himself up into a rage. It would be an out lash that could very well end Alex's life.

Henry might not be able to find the gumption. But damn him if he didn't try.

"All I want is you," he lied.

Shocked, Walter gaped at him. Henry thought back to how Carl acted. Maybe he could flirt that way. He did his best to replicate that same smile. He even copied the way he spoke with energy.

"You little devil. You're going to seduce me straight to hell."

Walter's jaw went slack. For a second Henry worried that he came on too strong. But that concern was short lived as Walter kissed him again, this time with a fiery passion.

"You're mine."

Henry paused, "Yes," he agreed, keeping the bitterness out of his voice, "I'm all yours."

The blonde man grinned.

"We can do it here."

"Here?" Henry nearly gasped. Walter seemed to find it cute. He chuckled.

"Why not? After all, no one can see. Besides. I want to test out a little theory."

"What theory-" Henry began to ask when Walter silenced him with a kiss.

"I want to see if you're an exhibitionist."

Henry tensed up. He shuddered, but for Alex's sake, he allowed Walter to do what he wanted.

Alex's P.O.V.

Josh slurped his spaghetti like a hungry wolf, getting sauce all over his face. Their mother would've wept if she was alive. With a sigh, Alex produced a napkin and started wiping his brother's face. Josh struggled.

"I can do it myself."

"Really? Because it looks like you can't even eat like a decent human being."

"You sound like Dad."

"I'll take that as a compliment."

Josh tensed up. He suddenly had a sad look on his face, and Alex knew he was remembering their parents. Alex quickly changed the subject.

"I think there are some movies out. Let's watch a Disney flick while we're out shopping."

Josh just stared at him. Undeterred, Alex continued to chat in a desperate attempt to pretend everything was alright.

"When I was your age, they actually drew those cartoons. Now they're using computers for everything. So let's see if your cartoons are better than mine."

"I don't want to watch a movie."

"Fine," Alex scold. If Josh wasn't going to play nice, then he wouldn't either.

"Why would you?"

"Why would I what? Watch a movie with you? We do it all the time."

"Why would you take it as a compliment?"

Pause. Their light lunch fell silent. Josh continued to stare at him like he could read minds. Or worse, like he could enter inside Alex's head and see every trace of thought, memory and insecurity inside. Josh didn't look like a curious child anymore. He looked more like a judge ready to declare his sentence.

"He wanted to kill you, Alex."

"Josh-" Alex began, but Josh was just getting started.

"What kind of dad was he? He pretended to be brave, but he was a coward. He let the Order bully him into trying to kill you. If the boating accident hadn't happened, you would be dead by now."

Alex held his breath. He didn't want to be reminded of that.

"Look, Josh. He's gone. Don't spit on his grave."

"Why shouldn't I?" he challenged.

Alex's phone buzzed before he could find the words to respond. He gave Josh a look before answering. A look that said, "We'll talk about this later."

"Hello?"

"Alex," it was Esmond. To Alex's pleasure, he sounded upset, "I need you to come home."

"What happened?" Alex smirked.

"Just. Come."

With that, his ex hung up. Alex patted himself on the back. Henry had done it. He had saved him. Alex pushed his phone back into his pant pocket and informed Josh that they were leaving. Josh had a similar look on his face.

"Does that mean he's going to let us go?"

"I hope so."

"What about your job?" Josh frowned. Alex took in a breath.

"We'll cross that bridge when we get to it. Come on, bro."

They got to the house in just a few minutes. Alex noticed that there was a strange van parked next to Esmond's car. Alex took hold of Josh's arm.

"Stick close," he ordered. If Henry had scared them, why didn't they call the cops? Who owned this van? Alex had a very bad feeling about this.

His heart drummed harder the closer he got to the door. Once he made sure that he had a safe hold of Josh, he entered.

"Hello? Esmond?" it was quiet. Too quiet. Did Henry go overboard?

Or did Walter find out where he live?

With that thought as a possibility, adrenaline fueled Alex into action. He swiveled back around, intending to push his way through the door and dash out of there. However, spidery black shadows engulfed the door as soon as he turned around. Alex grabbed onto the handle, yelp and let go. The door had some sort of weird shock of darkness.

Josh tensed in his hand.

"Alex. Look there."

When Alex turned, his blood went cold. No. It couldn't be.

A humanoid creature dressed as a nurse stumbled toward them. A bloody knife was in her hands. Alex pulled out his dagger, his only means of defense. He took in a breath, let Josh go and attacked. The creature lunged at him, but he dodged in the nick of time. He then countered with a few slashes until the nurse lied on the floor. He looked back at Josh. He was relieved to find him still there. Still unhurt.

"We gotta get out of here. Now," Alex said. He looked around the building. It all seemed normal. But he had little doubt that there were more monsters around here.

When he dealt with the Order before, there had always been a way out, no matter how bleak the situation seemed. Alex managed to assure himself that he would escape with his brother again. After all, he did it before. He motioned the knife toward Josh.

"This is all I have to protect us, so stick very close. If we see anymore of them, hide until I say you can come out. Okay?"

"Alex..." Josh trailed off with an unrecognizable emotion. Was he scared? Confused?

Alex mentally shook his head. Now wasn't the time.

"Stay close."

When he was assured that Josh was right by him, the brothers headed to the kitchen. It would led to another exit, which hopefully wasn't also guarded by dark electricity.

They crept into the next room...

"Alex!" Josh cried. Someone from behind the door came up and grab him. He was in disguise. Alex was about to slash the fucker when something stabbed through his neck. He cried out just as blackness consumed him.

He woke up tied to a chair. How he wished that had been the first time that happened. Like last time, a woman stood to greet him. Unlike last time, he had no idea who this woman was.

Alex realized that they were in his room. He tested the bonds. Of course he couldn't get out. Why did he even try?

"Where's Josh?"

The blonde woman stared at him with dead eyes.

"I am Claudia."

"I don't care."

"You remind me of Alessa. At least, a little. Tell me. Why do you think our religion is the only one that can talk to the dead?"

Was that a trick question. Alex licked his lips and thought of something snarky to say. He decided against it. He needed to make sure Josh was going to be alright.

"Why?"

"Everyone thinks they know the answer to all life's mysteries," Claudia said, "Everyone thinks that their beliefs will save them from perdition. But in reality, Order is the only thing you need. It is with Order that gives our lives back to the dead. And that's why the dead only talks to us. Because the dead knows that our religion is the only true one."

Oh God. This woman wasn't only a villain. She was a fanatical follower. Elle's mother might've been a sociopath, but at least she didn't spout out all this existential shit as a means to justify what she was doing.

The woman hold onto Alex's face. At first he thought she was going to kiss him, but it turned out that she was merely getting a closer look. She inspected him like a detective looking for clues.

"I heard plenty about you, Alex. You thought you could escape your heritage. Your ancestors were loyal to us, so you should be too. A pagan doesn't know any better. But you should know our rules by now. Shouldn't you? Whatever is not in order is in chaos. And whatever's in chaos," she motioned someone to come closer. Alex couldn't see who it was at first, "Should be punished."

Alex felt his heart stop. The same disguised man from before had an unconscious Josh in one hand and a large cleaver in the other. Alex instantly went to thrashing and cursing out the both of them.

"Don't touch him. Don't fucking touch him! He didn't do anything to you. I didn't do anything to you."

"Oh really?" Claudia asked.

"Why are you doing this?"

"Mr. Anderson has told us to look into a recent haunting that took place here just a few hours ago. It really unsettled his fiancé. Since I know a bit about the dead, I decided to inspect the area. We knew immediately that it was one of ours. Our very own Walter Sullivan has collected quite a few lost souls beforehand."

Alex tensed. So Walter really was part of the Order. Alex had come all this way for nothing. His means to escape Silent Hill only led him closer to it than ever before. Claudia gave him a look.

"We always forgive the lost sheep, but never the wicked. Which one are you, Alex?"

"Please don't hurt him," he begged.

"We know you have spoken to one of Walter's ghosts. We have a good idea who it is. But we want the confession from you. Who was it that threatened this household? Tell me, and we'll release your brother."

Alex gulped. He wanted to throw up, he was so scared. Claudia bored at him with hellish eyes.

"Tell me who."

Silence swept over them. Claudia impatiently turned to her minion.

"Fine. Finish him."

"No!"

"Then tell me who it is. Now," she looked back at Alex.

"Henry," Alex wanted to die right there, "Henry. I asked Henry to scare them. Alright?"

Claudia smiled.

"That's what I wanted to hear."