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[March 3] [Silent Hill 4] Memories of Mother
Title: Memories of Mother
Day/Theme: March 3/This is just a secret that happens to involve you
Series: Silent Hill 4
Character/Pairing: Frank Sunderland, Walter Sullivan
Rating: T for Teen
Word Count: 335
Note: Post "Twenty-One Sacraments" ending, though I hope that's obvious from the text.
The night Eileen Galvin died, Frank Sunderland sat up in an armchair drinking. It was his fault. He had kept the secret of Room 302, and now Henry Townshend might well be dead too. Frank wasn’t certain he’d ever be able to open the door of that apartment, or what he would see behind it if he did.
He sat, sipping gin, hoping to block out his memories of the baby and of what Joseph had told him about Walter Sullivan.
When he looked up, a man was there, right in front of his chair. The door hadn’t even opened. Frank shrieked and dropped his glass.
It was Walter Sullivan. Frank recognized him from the news reports so many years ago. And Frank was certain he wasn’t hallucinating. Hell, he could even smell Walter, a scent like gravedirt and like the rotting umbilical cord that was no longer in his drawer.
“Tell me about my mother, Mr. Sunderland.”
Frank just stared.
“Aren’t you the one who sent me to Wish House?” Walter continued.
“I never meant any harm,” Frank said. “And your mother, she was a nice lady. It was her husband who was the problem.”
Walter’s face remained impassive.
“He was always yelling at her,” said Frank. “The neighbors were always complaining, and I had to go up there and tell them to keep it down.” That didn’t sound so great, to his ears, but he had nothing to tell Walter but the truth.
“Tell me the truth about my mother,” Walter said again.
“She was sweet, quiet. I’m sure she’d never have left you there if it weren’t for… your father.”
Walter grinned, and Frank knew he hadn’t told him what he wanted to hear.
“You are wrong, Frank Sunderland. My mother is a god, and she will come for me.”
Frank felt a horrible pain and heaviness in his chest, and gave a sharp cry. As he died, he still saw Walter’s face, smiling as if he had given Frank a gift.
Day/Theme: March 3/This is just a secret that happens to involve you
Series: Silent Hill 4
Character/Pairing: Frank Sunderland, Walter Sullivan
Rating: T for Teen
Word Count: 335
Note: Post "Twenty-One Sacraments" ending, though I hope that's obvious from the text.
The night Eileen Galvin died, Frank Sunderland sat up in an armchair drinking. It was his fault. He had kept the secret of Room 302, and now Henry Townshend might well be dead too. Frank wasn’t certain he’d ever be able to open the door of that apartment, or what he would see behind it if he did.
He sat, sipping gin, hoping to block out his memories of the baby and of what Joseph had told him about Walter Sullivan.
When he looked up, a man was there, right in front of his chair. The door hadn’t even opened. Frank shrieked and dropped his glass.
It was Walter Sullivan. Frank recognized him from the news reports so many years ago. And Frank was certain he wasn’t hallucinating. Hell, he could even smell Walter, a scent like gravedirt and like the rotting umbilical cord that was no longer in his drawer.
“Tell me about my mother, Mr. Sunderland.”
Frank just stared.
“Aren’t you the one who sent me to Wish House?” Walter continued.
“I never meant any harm,” Frank said. “And your mother, she was a nice lady. It was her husband who was the problem.”
Walter’s face remained impassive.
“He was always yelling at her,” said Frank. “The neighbors were always complaining, and I had to go up there and tell them to keep it down.” That didn’t sound so great, to his ears, but he had nothing to tell Walter but the truth.
“Tell me the truth about my mother,” Walter said again.
“She was sweet, quiet. I’m sure she’d never have left you there if it weren’t for… your father.”
Walter grinned, and Frank knew he hadn’t told him what he wanted to hear.
“You are wrong, Frank Sunderland. My mother is a god, and she will come for me.”
Frank felt a horrible pain and heaviness in his chest, and gave a sharp cry. As he died, he still saw Walter’s face, smiling as if he had given Frank a gift.