Heather (lightningrapier) wrote in lightningfanfic, @ 2007-12-09 05:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | 30 kisses, eileen galvin, henry townshend, silent hill, walter sullivan |
Silent Hill 4 - Walter/Henry - PG - Take Me Once and then You're Gone Again
Title: Take Me Once and then You're Gone Again
Author: Emily (lightningrapier)
Fandom: Silent Hill 4
Pairing: Walter/Henry (11x21)
Rating: PG
Warnings: Suggestions of boylove. If you consider the pairing, you already know how very fucked up that is.
Summary: Henry lets his wandering imagination get the best of him.
Disclaimer: Team Silent may own Silent Hill, but Walter owns Henry.
Notes: For 30_kisses on LJ theme #8 (Our Own World). Also x-posted there, long ago.
Originally posted on LJ on February 7, 2005. Moved for fear of persecution.
Henry had long since left Eileen behind somewhere safe, worried that her increasingly worsening injuries would only slow him down in his search for a new exit. Where could Walter be leading them? Wherever it was, Henry knew it couldn't be good...
Those books he had read all told him that Walter had somehow created this world through the Ritual of the Holy Assumption... whatever that meant. Henry didn't know how to stop it or how to break free, but he did know that this world was not real.
But it wasn't fake, either. It wasn't a dream, like Cynthia had thought. If you died here, you died in the real world, too.
But instead of being populated by normal humans going about their everyday lives, Walter's world was full of monsters Henry had only been able to dream about before, and the malicious ghosts of Walter's nineteen former victims.
Carefully making his way down a set of steel stairs, Henry was at a corner. He flattened himself against a wall, making a quick glance to the other side of the corner to see if the next corridor contained any monsters.
What he saw was not what he expected.
What the hell...?
Walter was there, turned away from Henry, standing calmly at the edge of the concrete building, staring off into the pitch black nothingness of the night. Henry was pretty sure that, in the real world that this strange shopping center was modeled after, his apartment building was in that direction.
A yellow neon sign lit the other man's features, making him appear as a sort of glorfied angel, glowing with the light of God. Henry instantly scowled at the thought, mentally slapping himself. How could a man who had killed so many people be holy?
Not that he had ever really believed in God, anyway.
And then Henry remembered all those strange, sappy movies he had seen on daytime TV, where the young heroine always would sigh and say something like, "It feels like we're in our own little world."
Except that they really were...
Him, and Walter.
Walter...
Henry didn't remember stepping away from the corner, out into the metal floorway right behind the other man, but Walter's smile was such that Henry wondered if Walter had somehow made him do it.
"Henry..." He said softly, his back still to his prey, face tilted ever so slightly towards him.
Henry couldn't swallow. He couldn't move. It felt like... ice...
Like... like ice...
Like fire and burning and... and...
And touch me, right there, please...
The tall, brunette man quickly snapped himself out of the momentary, fleeting images and feelings of his living fantasy, though with the way Walter was laughing, Henry thought, for just a moment, that Walter had been able to see it too...
Of course not. That would be ridiculous.
...right?
Henry saw no weapons; Walter's hands looked empty. But it didn't lessen his caution any further. He wasn't sure he wanted to know what that man could do with his bare hands.
A shudder.
Walter noticed.
"Are you afraid, Henry?"
But before the other man could choke out an answer, Walter laughed and took the closest door as an exit, leaving Henry alone, once more, in a world that, a moment ago, he was sure he and Walter had shared.