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[February 5th][Silent Hill]"Blow Back"
Title: Blow Back
Date/Theme: Feb 5th/”And hold there is no sin but ignorance.”
Characters: Harry Mason, Alessa Gillespie, Heather Mason
Fandom: Silent Hill.
Rating: R
Warnings: Major Spoilers for a scene in SH3, death
The feeling is strange to be honest. Just a few hours ago Harry Mason was slumped over in his chair dead from a large wound caused by the blade of a cult member. His final thoughts weren’t entirely pleasant. They drifted off to his daughter, Heather, and how for seventeen years he had lied to her. For seventeen years I kept telling myself that she was just a replacement for Cheryl. I never told her about her origins.
But, now he’s awake. The wound is completely gone, and he feels fine physically. “Huh, odd, must have been a dream.” Harry stands up from the bed, and takes a look around the room. The author notes that his room looks the same as it did before, but there’s an uneasy feeling in the air. In a way it almost reminds him of Silent Hill. “No, that’s just crazy.” Harry says to himself. “I need to find Cheryl. Tell her that everything’s O.K.”
He makes his way out of the bedroom, walks into the living room where he had been before. Sitting in his recliner is a woman. Pale skin, long black hair, and blue eyes. Her gaze seems to be transfixed on Harry. Honestly it disturbs him. What is this woman doing here? He wonders to himself. “Excuse me, miss? But, umm I think you should leave.” Harry politely tells this woman. When she smiles, it unnerves Harry. “Really, you should leave now.”
“I can’t leave.” The woman says. She reclines back in Harry’s chair staring vacantly at the TV in front of her. From the corner of her eye she notices that Harry is getting nervous, but damn if he isn’t doing a good job of hiding it.
“Really, you need to leave right now.” Harry tells the woman firmly. “And don’t tell me you can’t.” He adds. He stands there, waiting for this intrusive woman to get off of his chair. When she doesn’t budge, he makes a move to the phone. “I’m calling the police now.” Harry announces, and while he doesn’t mean it, he hopes that will get her to move.
“It won’t work. Haven’t you figured it out yet?” The woman asks Harry quizzically. Harry looks at her, glares at her a bit. “Don’t glare at me, Harry.” She commands.
“How did you know my name?” Harry asks stunned.
The woman stands up from his recliner, walks over to a drawing of a girl surrounded by two other girls. In a bout of rage she tears the picture off of the wall. “Hey! What are you doing?” Harry asks. The woman glares at him, and swings her right arm downward causing the drawing to crash onto the floor. Pieces of glass spill in a two foot radius. Harry stares at the mess for a moment, before blowing up. “What the hell do you think you’re doing? You break into my house, invade my home, and you smash my little girl’s drawing!! What is wrong with you?”
The woman is fuming now. She glares at Harry, and for a moment he can see a burning fire in them. She picks up the drawing, looks at it. “This is is lovely picture that Cheryl did.”
Harry looks dumb founded. “How do you know Cheryl’s name? Tell me right now!” He demands with anger in his voice.
“You are such an ignorant man!” She cries out, her hands clenched by her sides. She steps over to Harry. Harry steps away from her.
“What do you mean? Look this isn’t funny. She’s going to be home from the mall soon.”
“No she isn’t. Quit ignoring the facts!”
“What facts? Just tell me who you are!” Harry shouts.
The woman glares at Harry, before finally saying, “Alessa. Alessa Gillespie. You fought against the god, and saved me. Or so I thought. You couldn’t handle that the new baby you got was me!”
Harry looks confused. “What do you mean it was you?”
“Don’t play dumb with me! The only thing that child was, was a replacement for your Cheryl. Everytime I tried to come out, you suppressed me!”
Harry sits down in his chair. “Is that true?”
Alessa nods, glaring down at him. “The most recent time was when you and “I” were watching TV. It was something about the religion of a certain culture. When I expressed interest in it you told me not to get involved in such things.”
He looks at his shoes. “I only wanted to protect her.”
Alessa kneels next to Harry. “What I’m going to say next won’t be easy for you” Harry looks up at Alessa. “You’re dead. You’re in the Otherworld. If you’re lucky Valtiel will treat you better than he does Lisa.” Alessa watches the horrified expression appear on Harry’s face.
“No, that can’t be true! Where’s Cheryl? Tell me where she is!”
“Avenging your death. I need to go now. Who knows, maybe if I’m feeling better I’ll free her from her burden and let you see her.” Alessa steps away from Harry and heads toward the door.
“Wait! What do you mean by that?”
Alessa gives a malicious smile, “Cheryl’s going to die, and I hope you suffer.”
Before Harry can protest Alessa’s gone. For the first time in years the author finds himself even more slumped in his chair, crying. Oh God, Cheryl, please be o.k! He thinks to himself. Soon enough he finds his diary and writes in it.
"Ignorance is the only sin."
“Please, be alright Cheryl. I’ll come and look for you...”
The end.
Date/Theme: Feb 5th/”And hold there is no sin but ignorance.”
Characters: Harry Mason, Alessa Gillespie, Heather Mason
Fandom: Silent Hill.
Rating: R
Warnings: Major Spoilers for a scene in SH3, death
The feeling is strange to be honest. Just a few hours ago Harry Mason was slumped over in his chair dead from a large wound caused by the blade of a cult member. His final thoughts weren’t entirely pleasant. They drifted off to his daughter, Heather, and how for seventeen years he had lied to her. For seventeen years I kept telling myself that she was just a replacement for Cheryl. I never told her about her origins.
But, now he’s awake. The wound is completely gone, and he feels fine physically. “Huh, odd, must have been a dream.” Harry stands up from the bed, and takes a look around the room. The author notes that his room looks the same as it did before, but there’s an uneasy feeling in the air. In a way it almost reminds him of Silent Hill. “No, that’s just crazy.” Harry says to himself. “I need to find Cheryl. Tell her that everything’s O.K.”
He makes his way out of the bedroom, walks into the living room where he had been before. Sitting in his recliner is a woman. Pale skin, long black hair, and blue eyes. Her gaze seems to be transfixed on Harry. Honestly it disturbs him. What is this woman doing here? He wonders to himself. “Excuse me, miss? But, umm I think you should leave.” Harry politely tells this woman. When she smiles, it unnerves Harry. “Really, you should leave now.”
“I can’t leave.” The woman says. She reclines back in Harry’s chair staring vacantly at the TV in front of her. From the corner of her eye she notices that Harry is getting nervous, but damn if he isn’t doing a good job of hiding it.
“Really, you need to leave right now.” Harry tells the woman firmly. “And don’t tell me you can’t.” He adds. He stands there, waiting for this intrusive woman to get off of his chair. When she doesn’t budge, he makes a move to the phone. “I’m calling the police now.” Harry announces, and while he doesn’t mean it, he hopes that will get her to move.
“It won’t work. Haven’t you figured it out yet?” The woman asks Harry quizzically. Harry looks at her, glares at her a bit. “Don’t glare at me, Harry.” She commands.
“How did you know my name?” Harry asks stunned.
The woman stands up from his recliner, walks over to a drawing of a girl surrounded by two other girls. In a bout of rage she tears the picture off of the wall. “Hey! What are you doing?” Harry asks. The woman glares at him, and swings her right arm downward causing the drawing to crash onto the floor. Pieces of glass spill in a two foot radius. Harry stares at the mess for a moment, before blowing up. “What the hell do you think you’re doing? You break into my house, invade my home, and you smash my little girl’s drawing!! What is wrong with you?”
The woman is fuming now. She glares at Harry, and for a moment he can see a burning fire in them. She picks up the drawing, looks at it. “This is is lovely picture that Cheryl did.”
Harry looks dumb founded. “How do you know Cheryl’s name? Tell me right now!” He demands with anger in his voice.
“You are such an ignorant man!” She cries out, her hands clenched by her sides. She steps over to Harry. Harry steps away from her.
“What do you mean? Look this isn’t funny. She’s going to be home from the mall soon.”
“No she isn’t. Quit ignoring the facts!”
“What facts? Just tell me who you are!” Harry shouts.
The woman glares at Harry, before finally saying, “Alessa. Alessa Gillespie. You fought against the god, and saved me. Or so I thought. You couldn’t handle that the new baby you got was me!”
Harry looks confused. “What do you mean it was you?”
“Don’t play dumb with me! The only thing that child was, was a replacement for your Cheryl. Everytime I tried to come out, you suppressed me!”
Harry sits down in his chair. “Is that true?”
Alessa nods, glaring down at him. “The most recent time was when you and “I” were watching TV. It was something about the religion of a certain culture. When I expressed interest in it you told me not to get involved in such things.”
He looks at his shoes. “I only wanted to protect her.”
Alessa kneels next to Harry. “What I’m going to say next won’t be easy for you” Harry looks up at Alessa. “You’re dead. You’re in the Otherworld. If you’re lucky Valtiel will treat you better than he does Lisa.” Alessa watches the horrified expression appear on Harry’s face.
“No, that can’t be true! Where’s Cheryl? Tell me where she is!”
“Avenging your death. I need to go now. Who knows, maybe if I’m feeling better I’ll free her from her burden and let you see her.” Alessa steps away from Harry and heads toward the door.
“Wait! What do you mean by that?”
Alessa gives a malicious smile, “Cheryl’s going to die, and I hope you suffer.”
Before Harry can protest Alessa’s gone. For the first time in years the author finds himself even more slumped in his chair, crying. Oh God, Cheryl, please be o.k! He thinks to himself. Soon enough he finds his diary and writes in it.
"Ignorance is the only sin."
“Please, be alright Cheryl. I’ll come and look for you...”
The end.