Entrapment-Prologue

The sound of raindrops clattering against apartment walls greeted Henry Townshend as he stepped back into Room 302. Thunder boomed distantly, and the windows were smeared with the water droplets.

And now, the news…

Henry's eyes wandered around the apartment as he advanced forward a few feet. Down the hallway remained the hidden room, the one he had just gone into, or did he?

He did not care about that now; it was a pointless thought, as it had served its purpose.

Yesterday, in Ashfield and the woods near Silent Hill, the bodies of five men and women were discovered.

Walter was there, as he pretty much predicted, standing beside the bookshelf, looking out at the window. That confused Henry, actually. There was not anything out there, nothing at all.

The police reported that all the murders appeared to be the work of the same perpetrator. They are continuing their investigation.

The brunet man stopped, his lips beginning to part; Walter raised a hand though, telling him nothing needed to be said… at least, not now.

Four of the victims were found dead at the scene, and the fifth victim, a Miss Eileen Galvin, was transported to St. Jerome's Hospital, where she died a short time later.

Walter turned just a little, hand reaching for the stereo knob.

Police say that Miss Galvin's-

And with that simple turn, the newscaster's voice was immediately cut off. The only sound still present was that of the rain, and the blond man in the coat looked up at Henry, his streaks of hair casting shadows across his face.

His smile was gone.

"You've returned. I was starting to think you'd gotten lost."

Henry let out a small chuckle at this, but his expression shifted back almost instantly afterwards. "You, of all people, should know that I couldn't have gotten lost. I had to come back here, whether or not I wanted to."

"No, it's because you wouldn't allow yourself to become lost. The mind is a very complex thing."

"Well, it doesn't matter, not anymore. I wouldn't even think I'd be saying this, but… I'm actually a little happy I ended up in this situation."

"Oh? Why is that?"

"Because they showed me… They showed me that I don't need to be afraid."

"They?" Walter's smile returned for just a moment. "That's a complete lie, Henry, and you know it. They don't exist; you showed yourself what you always knew, but you were too afraid to find out."

"Yeah. You're right… as always, Walter."

Henry sighed deeply, gaze falling to the floor. "But I'm going to finish this… right now."

Walter nodded slowly. "So, then you know what must be done?"

"Yes."

The serial killer's head bobbed up and down once more before he began to approach Henry, who looked up. He watched out of the corner of his eye as the rain died down and light started to pour into the Room 302, which, since the first time he set foot inside of it, looked almost saintly.

He smiled.

Walter's hands curled around his neck in a flash, his grasp tightening. Henry could feel the air unable to reach his lungs, but he did not struggle or fight.

The blonde looked onwards as his victim's stare locked with his. He saw what seemed like tears gather up around Henry's eyes and begin to fall…

He was letting it all go. His life was slipping through his fingers like sand, and he did not mind it at all.

He wanted to die.

Henry felt his knees buckle beneath him, and his legs suddenly gave way. His lungs were gasping for air, trying to resist, until…

Eileen…

Walter released him as he collapsed onto the carpet. And he stood there, for just a short instant, watching the brunet lie there, silent.

And he felt… empty. Not sad per se, just… empty…

As he stared at Henry, however, the door suddenly opened slowly, the hinges squeaking. He looked up.

Walter's coat swayed just the tiniest bit… and he smiled.

He then fell, gone.

(About time I did my own SH4 fic, eh? It seems everyone's writing one nowadays… Well, anyways, you probably don't have much of an idea about what's going on, right SageoWind218? And that goes for the rest of the readers, but I promise it'll become clearer; this was just the prologue, anyway.)