SILENT HILL IS OWNED BY KONAMI!
Um... I think I accidently gave credit twice in the last chapter. XD
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Henry woke up infront of Walter, on his bed. He couldn't remember exactly what he dreamt about, but at least it wasn't a nightmare like the last one. Walter moaned, probably from the sounds the chain made, and opened his eyes a little and smiled.
"I'm sorry, did I wake you up?"
"No, you're alright..." Walter brought a hand to the other's forehead. "You look okay, too. How do you feel?"
"...Good." Was all Henry thought to say.
"That's good." He slipped out of bed and left, leaving the door opened for Henry. Henry sat at the edge of the bed and decided to wait there to see what Walter was doing.
Walter walked in with the thermometer. Henry opened his mouth without being told to, and reopened it when he heard the "beep" again. "Ninety-nine still..." He shook it as though it was an etch-n'-sketch.
"But I feel much better." Henry said, as though not to worry Walter.
"That's good. That's good..." He stared at the weaker man, noticing the bindings. "I forgot, I got something else for you." He ran out the door. Henry could hear the rustling sound of his jacket before he ran back and held something up.
"This is a tracking device..." He crouched down to clip it on the chains binding Henry's legs. "If you run off, I can find you with this, and you can't take it off your self without a key." He undid the chains binding the younger man's arms together. "Not like you can run anyway."
Henry rubbed his wrists and muttered a "Thanks..." before getting up from the bed. He stared at Walter for a while before grabbing that dirty blonde hair to pull him in for a deep kiss. The dirty blonde held Henry's head as well when their tongues started fighting each others.
"Walter..." Henry broke the kiss by turning his head to the side. "I-I want... No, I need it..."
Walter chuckled. "Need what, Henry? What do you need?"
Henry whined and started to rub his hips against Walter's. "You know what. Please..."
"Please what? What do I know?" The taller man was having fun torturing Henry this way.
"Fuck me..." He squeaked.
He chuckled again and held onto one of Henry's now free wrists. "Then get me started..." The brunette immediately crouched down to work on the other's pants. "My, you're awfully excited..." Henry pulled him out to stroke it a bit. "That's good enough. On the bed." He demanded. Henry obeyed without hesitation.
Walter climbed on top of him. He could hear Henry moan quietly until he was completely in. He reached over and grabbed Henry.
"Ah! Walter!" He moaned. "Walter..."
"How do you know that this isn't the fever talking?" He teased.
"M-Maybe it is... I dunno, nor do I care right na-ah!" Walter smirked. Instead of hitting that same spot over and over, though, he pulled out almost all the way again and just continued ramming into him. He would hit Henry's prostate every once and awhile, loving the sounds he makes when that spot is hit.
"Walter... Walter... So close... Nngh... Walter!"
"Ah..." Walter arched his back when he was done as well. He lie next to Henry again, holding him close. "I should tell you something... Henry, are you concious?"
Henry was breathing heavily but managed to force out a "Yeah..."
"Where should I start... Well, you're pretty positive that I am, in fact, a murderer, right?"
"W-Well you do own a gun..." Henry was trying to choose his words carefully.
"Have you heard of the "Twenty-one sacrements" before?"
"The twenty-one...?"
"When I kill off all twenty-one sacrements, I will wake up mother and live with her forever, and by forever, I mean forever. Do you remember hearing on the news about somebody killing himself in prison with a spoon?"
"Y-Yeah... Kind of..."
"Do you remember the name of that guy?"
"I... Not... Really...?"
"I think his name was something like "Walter Sullivan." Does that sound right to you?" Henry's eyes widen in shock. Walter smirked. "I'm not really alive, Henry, but I'm not a ghost either, nor am I a zombie or anything like that." He paused to see if Henry was going to say anything. He didn't. "I'm simply undead. Never decaying, never dying again..." Henry was still quiet in shock.
"At first, I needed ten hearts. Unfortunately, I was arrested right after the got the hearts. I'm number eleven, the Assumption. I killed my self with a spoon and came back to life."
"What? But..." He knew at least the killing of ten people before was true, and the name, but... 'Came back to life?'
"Assumption, Void, Darkness, Gloom, Despair, Temptation, Source, Watchfulness, Chaos, Mother Reborn, and finally, you, the Receiver of Wisdom. I killed off the "Watchfulness" yesterday. Three more to go."
"Y-You expect me t-to..."
"Not really, but it is all very true. But don't worry. You're special. I'll bring you back just like me to live with mother forever... And you know why?"
"Y-Your insane..."
Walter ignored that comment and kissed the brown hair covering his head. "Because I love you..."
Henry started laughing nerviously. "I don't know if I should call the hospital because you're insane or the police for claiming to be Walter Sullivan!"
"With what phone or way to get to any of them?" Walter sighed. "I can get a newspaper and give it to you if you really don't believe me, or I could take you with me when I go out again to kill the "Chaos." Or, I could bring you a limb or something. Anything to make you believe even just a little."
Henry was dumbfounded and speechless. He was being held captive, not only by an insane maniac, but by the same person claiming to be his damnation, with no way out of his grip...
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