Silent Heaven

The Truth

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Quotes and meanings below.
"Speaking aloud"
'Speaking telepathically'
Subconscious thoughts, deep in the mind and cannot be heard by others at all.

Drew's POV:

I have been driving for a while now, about 2 hours.

Lately I have been having terrible nightmares involving my sister, Hecate. The dreams consist of Silent Hill. The dreams I have been having are all the same. My sister tied onto some kind of alter over a large bowl of blazing coals, her skin charcoaled horribly. I have become so worried after her sudden disappearance that I decided to check Silent Hill just in case she happens to still be there with her friends.

Even after hearing about how terrible it is there and all the rumors about it my entire life, I still continue on my journey there as I am more than certain that is where she is.

Why she decided to go despite my attempts at talking her out of it is completely unknown.

Arriving at a gate, I step out of my car and approach it, discovering it is chained and locked shut.

I did not just come all this way for nothing. But if she is there, then how would she have gotten inside?

Sighing in defeat, I turn around and head back towards my car.

Just as I begin to do so, a loud clang of metal catches my ears. Turning around, I discover the source of the sound.

The metal lock and chains lie broken upon the ground, which were just bound to the gate a few seconds ago.

How did that happen...? I'm guaranteed that it was locked just now... Well, I have access to Silent Hill, I might as well take advantage of it and find My sister.

Getting back in my car, I enter the gates and continue onwards.

The Executioner's POV

The human continues to go off the deep end about her brother making his way here. Hecate has even begun pounding worthlessly against my solid chest, begging for me to do something about this situation, which I could not do even if I desired to.

"Tell Alessa to make him turn around!" The human female screams at me while throwing pitiful punches and slaps against my chest, she continues, "He will die here!! Don't just SIT THERE!!" She screams the words at me, taking her frustration, shock, fear, and sadness out on me.

'Attempting to reason with 'Alessa' will do nothing as I have no part in altering any of her plans, I have already told you this.' I use the entity's fake name, knowing it is not truly Alessa.

"Then try harder!! She has to listen to you! Please!! I'm begging you!!" She continues her attacks against my chest and abdomen.

Keeping silent as she continues to mentally collapse at the fact this is really happening, she suddenly moves away from me and collapses onto the bed as her salty tears escape her eyes, bawling.

Observing her curled up form upon the worn out bed, I ignore her cries of sadness. Her current mood does not bother me. In fact, it amuses me if anything. Her sadness, pain, anger and conflicted emotions all sound like music to me.

Surely, her breakdown would have bothered other humans, resulting her in a sense of comfort from them. Comfort is not something I give, nor is it something that should be associated with me.

Approaching the bed curiously, her pain continues to draw me in like a servant of seduction. Without warning, the girl throws herself at me, clinging to my hips with her arms wrapped around my waist as she cries into my abdomen. Her sudden movement in my direction nearly resulted in severe injury for her, but my instinctual actions ceased to function once her form had been pressed against me. The wet, salty tears moisten my skin as she continues to seek comfort from me, I find myself unable to act.