- Part 14! Awesome! So, I'm thinking my new catchphrase wil be... drumroll please... Awesome! Yeah, took a while for that one!
Sorry for the delay of the parts, if any of you actually read this... *cries*.
- So! We left off with Heather and Robbie exiting Hilltop Center.
"Aah! My eyes!" Robbie screamed, and collapsed to the floor.
"Robbie, get your ass of the floor," Heather said.
"Sorry, some people just can't take a joke..."
"Hey, it's the street! We're out! Yes! But it's pretty dark out there. I wonder if Dad's okay... Dad! I have to go home!" Heather said, and ran for her apartment not too far from Hilltop Center. Robbie followed, but he was slightly behind.
A shortcut to the apartment was through the alley, and Heather ran into it. The back door to the apartment building was visible.
"Hey! Heather, wait for me!" Robbie said, hobbling behind.
Heather slowed down and waited for injured Robbie to catch up. When he caught up, Heather continued running, leaving Robbie behind once again.
When Heather reached the back door, she entered and waited for that slowpoke Robbie. When he arrived, Heather looker for her apartment, room number 102. The other apartment rooms were locked, and Heather got to her room. She took out her house key, and after fumbling with it for a minute, she unlocked the door.
"Dad, I'm home. Listen, something really crazy is going on, and I think we should... Dad?" Heather looked at her father, and she was shocked. His neck was slashed, and he was stabbed multiple times. His blood stained the chair and the floor. She covered her mouth with her hand and gasped.
Robbie, still outside the door, peered inside. He looked at Heather's face, which was filled with pain.
"N-n-no!" she said, and started to cry. She placed her head on her father's corpse, and sobbed. "No..."
Robbie looked down at his feet, feeling guilty for Harry's death. He walked into the apartment and closed the door. Robbie walked over to Heather, trying to make her feel better. Heather just sobbed until she could no more.
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After a few minutes of crying, Heather stood back up. Her vest had more blood on it, and now most of it was Harry's. She looked on the floor, and noticed drops of blood leading up to the stairs outside. Heather quickly wiped away her tears, anger replacing sadness, and opened the door. She stomped up the stairs, knowing she would find who did the crime.
Heather stepped up onto the roof, and she saw the one responsible. "Did you do this?!" she asked angrily.
"You're late," Claudia said.
"But why? Why?!"
"Revenge for seventeen years ago, for one thing. If not for him, our dream would have come true."
"I'll get you for this!!" Heather screamed.
"There is another reason: to fill your heart with hatred," Claudia said, tapping her chest. "It must be this way. One day, you will understand."
"No, I'll never understand!"
"You must try to remember me, and your true self as well."
Heather just stared at her, wanting to kill her.
"You will birth a god, and build an eternal paradise."
Heather, extremely mad, pointed her pistol at Claudia's head, ready to fire.
Claudia looked at her in disappointment. She then pointed somewhere in the darkness and said, "He's the one who killed your father. I just merely gave the order."
A hideous monster with a sack on its head and two blades stepped out into the light.
"So... What will you do?"
Heather focused her attention on the monster instead.
"I'll be waiting where it all begins: in the town of Silent Hill," Claudia said, exiting the roof through a door.
The monster stepped toward Heather, putting its blades up, ready for a fight.
Heather then ran for the door Claudia entered. "It's locked... That bitch!"
Robbie ran up the stairs, and he just jumped up on the light pole and watched Heather duke it out with the Missionary on the apartment roof.
The missionary dashed around the edges of the roof with speed not found in previous monsters. Heather tried shooting it with her pistol, but the boss was fast enough to deflect the bullets. "Huh?!"
Heather took out her shotgun and tried shooting it again. It still deflected the bullets.
"What the hell? Robbie! Help me out!"
"I can't, I uh, broke a leg!"
"Liar! Get down here!"
"I did! Uh..." Robbie fell off the light pole and landed on his feet, and he received no damage. "Sh*t!"
"Good, since you are down here, help me out!"
The Missionary swing his blade, and cut Heather's leg. "Ouch! Mother- !" Heather said, but she interrupted herself by swinging the katana she had over and over.
Robbie was really no help at all.
Heather had anger building up with every katana swing, and she stabbed the Missionary before it could hit her again. It started bleeding heavily, and while it was down, she brought the katana over her head, and brought it back down with all the power she had left. The blade punctured his chest, and the tip embedded itself in the concrete. The Missonary had massive blood loss, and finally died. But Heather could not pull the blade out from its body. "Robbie, help me get this thing out of the floor."
Robbie walked over and pulled the sword out from the Missionary's limp body and handed it back to Heather.
"You know, that bitch totally stole my style!" Robbie jokingly commented about the monster.
Heather didn't seem amused.
Heather headed back down the stairs, and reentered her apartment. Inside was Douglas, kneeling beside Harry's body. He rose from the floor and shrugged, pointing at Harry. "I, I don't know what to say..."
"Then don't say anything," Heather said. "Just get out of here and leave me alone already!"
"Calm down, I just-"
"Calm down?! How am I supposed to do that? My father is dead! He's murdered!" Heather looked at Douglas with anger and pushed him away. "Get out! This is all your fault! If it weren't for you..."
"I'm... sorry."
"Then go!"
Douglas looked at her, then said, "If it makes you feel better, I will."
Heather crossed her arms and her anger slowly started to fade.
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"Is he okay like this?" Douglas asked, looking at Harry's body covered with a bloody bed sheet.
"What else could I do? There's no one around to give him a proper burial... I'm sorry, Dad..."
"What are you going to do now?"
Heather thought a little, then turned to Douglas. 'I'm going to Silent Hill."
"What's in Silent Hill?"
"I don't know, but I'm going."
"Do you think it's safe?"
"Of course it isn't. I don't know what kind of hell is waiting for me there, but I've got no other choice." She paced around the bed and said, "I don't care about God or Paradise, if that's what she believes, then fine. But she won't get away with what she did. When I find her... I'll kill her myself."
"Revenge doesn't solve anything."
"Maybe not, but that's what I'm going to do."
"How are you going to get there?"
"None of your business."
"I'll give you a ride."
"I don't need your help," Heather refused.
"Yeah, but it's too far to walk. Besides, I'm partly responsible for this. I'll bring the car round back. Come by when you're finished saying goodbye." He walked toward the door.
"You know, you might die, too."
Douglas looked at Heather. "That's fine. No one's going to cry over my grave, anyway." He exited the room and closed the door. He took a few steps and screamed, "Oh, dear god, not you again!"
Heather sighed softly, and also exited the room. When she entered the living room, she saw Robbie sitting in the chair where Harry's body had been. He was slumped in the chair the same way Harry was. The memory of her finding Harry's body quickly flashed back, saddening her.
Robbie noticed Heather, and he stood up. "I'm sorry for your loss," he said, lightly scraping the floor with his foot. "What are you doing now?"
"I'm going to Silent Hill, and I want you to come with me."
"You escaped the sewers and killed the monster on the roof all by yourself. You don't need me."
Heather was saddened at his response. "I need you, Robbie. I escaped the sewers because I just wanted to see if you were okay. I actually planned to return to the subway to find you. And I killed the monster because I was just so angry at Claudia... I'm sure I'll never have that kind of power again."
Robbie was silent.
"You helped me get this far, and without you, I'm sure I never would have made it back home. My father may be dead, but I will avenge him by killing Claudia... with your help. Thank you," she said, and hugged him.
Robbie thought, and said, "Okay, I'll go," and he held out his hand.
Heather shook his hand and they exited the apartment room together. She walked out and examined the mailbox. "No letters from dead wives..."
"Dead wives?" Robbie asked.
"Did I say that? Weird."
Heather and Robbie exited the front of the building, and Douglas was waiting outside. "Holy fffff...! You again?!"
"Douglas, he's my friend Robbie. He won't hurt you. He's coming with us to Silent Hill."
Douglas nearly fainted. "Guh-ge-get in the c-car... maah..."
"Douglas?" Heather called.
"I-I just met so-some guy named Vin-Vincent. He's a frie-friend of yours, right?"
"I'm not sure."
"W-well, he said, when we-we get to Silent Hi-Hill, to look for a g-guy named Leonard..."
"Speak straight, man!" Robbie said.
"He gave me this ma-map." He handed the map to Heather. "What are ya gonna d-do?"
"We can't trust him, but we've got no other choice."
"Here, take this."
"What it this?"
"Your father was holding it."
"Thanks," she said, and climbed into the passenger seat.
Douglas climbed into the driver's seat, and fear ran through his blood when Robbie went into the back.