[Paleville] Spiral

The woods were just as he remembered them. Dark and foreboding, the occasional dog running out at them. Sometimes he would see something off in the distance, another one of those nurse creatures, sometimes something else- larger. He'd run after them if they were sufficiently close, always hitting them with his flashlight. He'd bludgeon them immediately, making sure they didn't have time to move around him and get to Eileen. Making the first move was the best option- plus, he was finding he didn't mind it. He hated when dogs caught him unaware, but he managed to jump into them, only catching a few bites and scratches so far.

It had been a very long walk towards Lynn's house- honestly, though, not as long as it should have been. It would make the map hard to follow exactly, but really, that was the least of their worries. He still didn't feel quite right. In fact, Henry's mind kept fuzzing over, and it was hard to concentrate. He'd assume it was the oppressive air, pervasive even here in the great 'outdoors'. But no, there was something else. Everything seemed tilted, one way too far or another. Still, other worries.

He checks the map, near useless as it is now, and finds they're on the right street. It wouldn't be far now. As soon as he folds up the map to tell Eileen this, he sees another figure behind her, about twenty feet. He's out of breath, but he runs quickly, charging it so it barely has time to turn before he's clocked it upside the head. He stomps on it heavily, then leans with his hands on his knees, panting. "There's a lot of these damn things, aren't there?" he asks Eileen, out of breath.

[Nowhere] Silence

By the time Henry reached the merry-go-round, rusted to a stop and tilted slightly off it's axis, he decided it was the most welcome thing he'd seen in hours. Carefully, he plopped himself down onto it, long limbs splayed everywhere. He looked around the rest of the small playground, relaxing very slightly at the small bit of quiet he seemed to have been granted. He'd been running since he got here, he had to stop before something stopped him- he really wished he didn't know this from experience. Words like 'routine' and 'long haul' floated through his tired brain.

He thought about Eileen, and what she must be going through right now. If he was lucky, she got out immediately. She had tumbled on a small, insignificant portion of this horribleness, and it had taken a half hour or so to get out, but now she was back at home and hoping for his safety. He knew that wasn't how it happened, but he had to tell himself otherwise. Still, he tried once again to remember what she had with her. Did she have those high heels on? She definitely had her pistol, but how many rounds? Were they out by now?

He blocked out images of Eileen screaming for him as those things with the long split mouths bludgeoned her, blocked out the image of her tearful face resting on her knees, murmuring that he should be far from here. He stood up and rubbed his eyes. He checked to make sure he still had some ammo left as he passed the jungle gym. The swings squealed horribly, as if his passing caused some sort of disturbance in the air. As he looked down the dark of the continuing tunnel, he really wished he hadn't smashed the bulb on the flashlight with the last group of creatures. This was going to be so much harder in the dark.

As if hearing his thoughts, a light flickered behind him, followed by the sound of static. He didn't want to turn around, but he felt he had no choice. There was the thready contents of a voice hidden in the sound- no way he could just ignore that. There was a television behind him, sitting on that same merry-go-round, maybe even where he had sat. Henry walked back to stare at it.

Trying to listen for anything else approaching was proving impossible- the static was loud and getting louder. Every once in awhile, he heard some small snippets of a female voice. He listened harder, but there was no picking it out- eventually, however, it did clear up to the point that he could tell enough. It wasn't Eileen. Words became clearer. "...Ashfield and the woods of- szzzt- ....bodies of men and women were discovered. The police reported that all the murders appeared to be the work of the same perpertrator." Henry frowned and looked down at the snowy screen, making out the image of a woman in it. She held papers, apparently giving her this 'new' information. "Four of the victims were found dead at the scene, and the fifth victim, a Miss Eileen Galvin, was transported to---"

It promptly cut back to static. Henry, frowning, brought a hand to it's side, jolting it lightly. The static didn't change. Was that before, or-? His thoughts cut out as that same news scene cut back in. It was for News 7 again- he could see the logo in the back- but the announcer was now a man. "Earlier today, the bodies of two former residents were found in the South Ashfield Heights apartment building."

"What...?" he said, narrowing his eyes at the aerial image of South Ashfield Heights as a helicopter panned over it.

The newscaster talked over the image. "Their deaths happened on the third anniversary of their kidnapping from the same apartments. They reappeared months after the kidnappings and had declined to discuss their situation with News 7." The static was gaining again, louder and louder until Henry could barely make out what the man was saying. He couldn't let this happen. "Police are investigating their deaths, but it is believed to be a double suicide at this time-" The static was tearing through Henry's skull at this point. He wondered how a sound could make it hard to breathe, but then he couldn't focus on anything but the noise. He grabbed at his head and winced, leaning backwards. "In other news, it has been -ffzzt- since a patient fr- ffsszzzzt- with her doctor, Troy Abernathy. The two were belie-"

The burst of static noise that followed was too much for him, even though he'd been trying hard to hold on. Henry groaned and toppled backwards, head in his hands.

[Nowhere] Fallen Dreams

He didn't shoot them.

He should have. They moved quickly and he didn't really have the time to club them all, but his gun- he left it in its holster, inexplicably. It was something he'd always have a hard time with. Shooting the dogs was easy easy enough, but the nurses seemed too much like people. So even though they were trying to rip him to shreds, he didn't shoot them. Instead he'd club them over the head with his flashlight, swiped their legs out from under them, stomped their ribs in. Maybe that wasn't any better.

There had been so many damp, moldering passages he'd forced himself through. Every hallway seemed to have one or two of these creatures. Short blonde hair framed their contorted faces, too-large mouths cutting sideways and diagonally, all the ways they shouldn't go. He'd run when he could, remembering the rule he'd given himself the last time he was 'here'. But there were a few times when they caught up with him, and then he was cornered, and he had to fight.

The last altercation included a knife in his shoulder blades from a creature he'd lost the position of. He'd twirled, catching her off-guard, and when she fell to the ground he stomped on her ribs once and ran faster than he ever had in his life.

He was still fairly certain he was underground, but now he was jogging briskly through a green field. There were people laying on the ground, all lined up in a row with their arms crossed. Henry went on the defensive immediately, but as they continued to lay still he noticed the wounds on all of them. Across the throat, in the eyes, over the wrists. Were they self-inflicted?

He knelt down upon reaching them. Boys in ripped t-shirts, wearing beaded necklaces and worn converse. Girls with long hair clips and short skirts, bruises across the cheeks and smeared overdone makeup. Seven people, not one of them over the age of 17. They were so very young- why were they here? He looked around, trying to find a clue. He eventually gave up, got up to leave when he noticed it. Under the teens, and around them, there were white flowers interspersed with the grass. White claudia...

An unearthly howl from thirty yards back caused Henry to look back. The nurses he'd been running from, and forgotten all about, were still on their way. He pushed himself up onto his feet and ran the opposite direction, hoping to find some way out, some way to Eileen. When he saw the blood trails, he figured that's likely as good an indicator as anything. The dark passages gave way to a series of long hallways, and finally a door.

As he shut it behind him, he found himself in yet another dingy doctor's office. He let out a long breath and stopped moving, first leaning against the back of the door, then jumping up as the pain in his back made him remember the knife-wound in his shoulder. He shook the cobwebs from his mind, as best he could, and walked to the opposite door.

He couldn't rest, he needed to get to Eileen. Wherever she was.

[Nowhere] Goal

He shoots at the wall again, knowing he's wasting bullets- but he can't help it. He heard a low growl and people don't make that noise. He supposes that as long as he doesn't hear that high, chittering laugh (or even worse, a low, deep chuckle) he's doing all right.

He doesn't speak, although he's sometimes tempted to. There's no point. These things won't listen, and he's finally learned his lesson there. Damn it, why won't it just come out from behind where it's hiding? He has to go that way! He's made it through a labyrinth of alleyways, familiar but put together all sorts of different types of backstreets.  They started to blur together until they became a uniform grey.  And now he can see the lake in the distance, and he needs to get there. Who know what side it will be on, whether he'll be close to the correct cemetary (god, there are so many), but it's that little bit farther.

The thing growls once more, but doesn't come out. Henry leans back against the wall and sighs heavily, letting it sink in that he's going to have to go past it anyway. It's not going to be a ghost or anything like that. Putting the gun away, he holds the Maglite like a baton and inches forward, further and further. He can hear it breathing.

When he turns the corner, there's nothing there. He's starting to wonder if maybe it's completely deserted as he continues walking towards the lake.

He stares at the water as he walks, that hateful water that washes away bits of himself every time he's near it. He has to get there- Eileen will be close, and he has to find her. He can't last without her.

He hadn't noticed that the road ended abruptly, not until he puts his foot out and nothing catches it. He tips forward, and it's almost comical as he sees the ground come up to meet him, then fly upwards past him. He hears the growl again.

And then everything's dark.

[Brahms] Routine Disruption

Too long. Far too long. Henry checked his watch, and tried to remember where the hand was when Eileen had just stared at him and disappeared to Lakeside Cemetery. He thought it was five minutes. He'd give it a couple more, and when Eileen got back, he might actually get upset. She needed to be there, but she didn't need to take so long, did she?

Generally, Henry didn't have a hard time waiting for things. He could just zone out and let the time slide by- although, to be honest, he was trying to be better about that. This time there was no question, though. He felt every second pass by painfully, imagined he could hear the tick in his watch.

Ten minutes from that moment passed, and when he knew it was too late, he finally got out his phone. He cursed as he pressed the information into it, pressed the button. She had told him he was under no circumstances to come there, but he couldn't listen to her, not now. He won't look at the lake. He won't do anything but look for her. He repeated that in his head and waited for the scenery to change.

Nothing happened, and he let a broken sob escape from his lips before composing himself. No, this can't happen again, this can't, and if he has to, he'll just walk to Silent Hill.

He didn't make it to the parking lot- or rather, he did, but it was the wrong one. His car was still in it, but there was something off. It took him half a minute before he realized the exit was gone, a small building in place of the street.

He took a moment to pull the Maglite and extra ammo from his car, not expecting that either would do much good. As he located the little alley that was suddenly the only way he can walk, he was unsurprised to find blood splattered on the wall.

Information Overload

He still wasn't happy with this idea, and he never would be. But he had to accept it, and that he was something he was good at. Eileen had let him pick the spot, and he figured that New York was a neutral enough place.

What were they doing? They were going to talk to Dr. Abernathy, the monster who had sided with Walter. But he'd done a few helpful things, too, so that was why Henry hadn't dropped the idea outright. For a couple that was trying to avoid contact with all things Silent Hill, they were really coming into contact with a lot of it.

It was because they really had no choice. There were people missing and even though they didn't have much of a chance of helping them, there was still a chance. They had to try.

So he sips at a hot chocolate while standing outside the designated cafe, watching the people go by. It's late and Henry wonders if Troy is going to show up at all. He leans against the wall and looks to Eileen. "I don't know if this is going to work," he says quietly, unsure as to whether he should be happy or sad about that.
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Family Gathering

He doesn't want to be here. With every fibre of his being, he wishes he were somewhere else. As he does his best to edge towards the doorway, he listens to his mother drone on with Eileen about some thing. It was clear that neither of them really understood what the other was talking about, but they were trying to make the attempt at polite conversation.

In his mother's hands was a photo album, and that was the reason they were here. Henry didn't think it was worth it, especially with the way his father kept glaring at him. Henry didn't talk either, unless Eileen asked him something specifically. Then he'd have to catch up with the conversation, mutter something awkward, and his father would glare some more, and his mother would look disappointed. They're just how he remembered them.

He turns his mind towards trying to figure out a way to remove him and Eileen from this situation, but he can't think of anything that would be acceptable. This is an interesting way to be trapped.

The conversation turns toward vacations, and his mother inevitably brings up Rosewater Park. Henry shifts uncomfortably from one foot to the other.
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Name Change

Hi, everyone. This is still Henry...guess I should be more specific, huh? This account used to be 'other_henry'. I finally got a name change. I know this isn't too exciting or anything, but it's my name. So that should work.

Work's been pretty good. I keep thinking that I'm going to run out of buildings to take pictures of, but...it's not happening so far. It's been really nice.

Someone went missing around here recently. It's probably nothing, but...we're still looking into it. I wasn't able to get anything that wasn't already in the news article we saw, but...well, we'll keep looking. Does anyone here happen to know someone named Lynn DeAngelis? It can't hurt to ask, right?
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