SILENT HILL IS OWNED BY KONAMI!

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Henry started pacing around the house after Walter have left again. It was bad enough that this guy was claiming to be a murderer, but undead? And to revive his "mother," who he wasn't sure about. Maybe it was possible to revive his mother if he came back to life, but then why would he need twenty-one, where he only needed ten hearts?

He decided to plop down on the only couch to stare at the ceiling. He started thinking about what he's missing. He moved away from his parents years ago. Actually, he moved away from all of his living relatives, so he hasn't seen them at all. Come to think of it, he hasn't talked to any of his relatives in a long time either. The old man would let him take pictures of his flowers sometimes.

'What was his name again? Did he even tell me his name?' Even with his arms free, he couldn't do much. He already check the television, and, as he expected, nothing. Not even static. Just a blue screen. He wished that he had his camera with him. At least a movie...

The only thing he could do besides eat, sleep, and take a bath was... No, he didn't want to think about it and then have Walter come in to catch him in the act. He decided to go into the bedroom, just in case.

His mind started to wander off again as soon as his back hit the bed. He started wondering if anyone noticed his absense yet. The landlord probably thinks that he moved already, but... No, Walter would probably just leave the furniture there... But... The landlord DOES have a key to his apartment... Or what was...

'Wait...' He sat up. 'Am I really...? Am I going to accept that I'm not going back home anymore...?' He stared up again. 'Am I really going to die? Does this man honestly thinks that he's Walter Sullivan, and that he revived from death?'

By the time Walter got home, Henry's eyes were half-lidded as though he was about to fall asleep. When Walter saw that, he decided to just hang up what he was carrying in the little closet that was in the bedroom.

"Welcome home." Walter looked at Henry with a semi-surprised expression.

"Thank you... I thought you were asleep."

"Not really..."

"You should at least have the comforters on you. It isn't exactly warm in here and you still have a fever."

"Why should you care if I'm going to die anyway? Where is this mother anyway?" Henry thought that he might as well ask.

"She's across the street. Room 302."

"Really? What a coincidence. I was going to move in there..."

"You will, after your revived. By the way, what attracted you to that apartment?"

Henry had to think about it for a while. "The atmosphere... It's really relaxing."

"That's her..."

"What?"

"I already told you, room 302 in "South Ashfield Apartments" is my mother."

"W-Wait a second... You think your mother is an apartment building?"

"I know. One of the sisters in the orphanage told me that I was found in that apartment building, healthy and all..."

'Wait, Walter's an orphan? And... Was found in an apartment building...?' Henry thought he should say something, anything. "Oh..." was all he could mutter out...

"And you get to spend forever with me in there, rather you like it or not... But something tells me that it shouldn't be a problem for you..." He reached down to touch Henry.

'Oh shit... This guy really is crazy... And... Oh god... I can't think straight...'

"By the way..." The hands were removed, making Henry moan in frustration a bit. "I got an FM radio like I promised. I'll have it on tomorrow morning." He looked at the brunette in his state of absense in pleasure. "And if you want release, you either have to beg, or do it yourself. I'll enjoy it either way..."

"Y-" Henry quickly caught himself before finishing that two-worded sentence. "P-Please Walter. Continue to pleasure me... Please..." Walter smirked before continuing what he started.

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