Silent Hill 4: Oh Mother.

Chapter Two: The man in the blue coat

He sat by himself. She could remember seeing him every day in that subway, just sitting there all alone. She was only in middle school then. She knew she wasn't allowed to go near strangers and she didn't for the longest time.

Sometimes, when she passed by him to go to or from school she would look over at him and sometimes, he would look back. She was a naturally curious child and couldn't help but wonder who the subway man was.

This day wasn't much different from the rest. She tightly held a brown paper bag in her hand as she stood, waiting for her train. A light blue backpack was slung over her back and she wore her winter coat and colorful beanie over her natural red hair. Freckles dotted her cheeks that were growing red from the cold air.

From behind her she heard a women scoff loudly. Kris looked over her shoulder, curious to see what this person was so scornful about. A scantily dressed woman stood with her hands at her hips and a man stood not too far away. He had a sort of shy looking hunch to his posture. One arm was wrapped around his opposite shoulder, squeezing it tightly from where she could see.

"Yeah right, I said you were handsome. I didn't say I was attracted to you. You smell and your clothes are filthy. I bet you're just a bum, hu?" The women snorted a little in disgust and waved her hand at him to shoo him off. The two ladies standing at her side giggled to each other.

Kris's eyebrow's furrowed as she watched the poor, rejected man turn and walk away from the women. He had a hurt look on his face. She watched as he sat down on a bench and lowered his head. Was he a bum? A man with no home to go to? It was so sad. She would be horribly miserable if she didn't have a home as would anyone else. She could only image how hungry he was. She then remembered the bag in her hand. She looked down at it and bit down her lip. Was she really about to do something her parents warned her not to do her whole life? It was dangerous. She knew that.

Pushing back any negative thought, she walked over to the man. At first she stood in front of him, waiting for him to notice her. When he didn't raise his head or say anything she cleared her throat and sat down next to him. Now that she was closer she could smell the strong odor that came off his clothes. His hair was oily and hung like string.

The long, blond hair that had been acting as a shield finally moved back as he glanced over at her. He had a sort of surprised look on his face. "Um…I saw you sitting over here alone…Here" She pushed the bag towards him and at first he didn't say or move at all. He just stared at the bag and then at Kris. "What is it?" He eventually asked. His voice was deep and very charming in her opinion. "It's Lunch. You can have it." As she gave him a smile she noticed his hesitation. It must be very hard for him to trust anyone.

"Why are you giving this to me?" He asked after finally picking up the bag. She found herself speechless for a moment. She wasn't really sure how to answer that. Why did she walk over and offer a complete stranger the lunch her mother had made for her? She simply came back with the first thing that came to mind.

"You looked hungry." She answered. It seemed to make him chuckle. He peeked inside the bag and inhaled. "It smells very nice…did…Did your mother make this?" The words seemed to pain him to ask. She nodded in response. "Yeah, how'd you know?" He stared down at the bag before looking back at her once more. He had very pretty green eyes. "It seemed like something a good mother would do." He practically whispered. He was more so talking to himself now.

Kris stared at the mysterious man next to her for a little longer in silence. People passed by them quickly. Some gave them odd looks and some looked down right worried. She was about to ask a new question when she realized her train had pulled in and was getting ready to leave. She gave off a little gasp and jumped up. "Oh! It was nice meeting you Mister…?" The blond man looked up once more. His green eyes stared into her equally as green, but not as sad, eyes.

"Walter, Walter Sullivan." A strange smile appeared on his face but she just took it as a side of kindness. "I'm Kristen Cheshire. It was nice meeting you, Walter." She gave him a little wave before running off to catch her train.

"It…was nice meeting you too." Walter smiled.