Disclaimer: I do not own Silent Hill (Although, if I did, I wouldn't have cancelled Silent Hills like the assholes they are)

A/N: Okay, I've taken one hell of a joy ride as I avoided doing this update, but due to recent events with the cancellation of the new Silent Hills game, I figured it was about time I jumped back onto this bandwagon for another chapter. Again, this story is on a hiatus, at least until I finish up my State of Flux story (because that's really the only one I should be focusing on now) but I figured I've had you all waiting long enough. So as a sort of apology for Konami being absolutely incompetent, I give you chapter 5. (This story is not abandoned, and I do intend to finish it eventually) thank you for waiting as long as you did, and please, enjoy.

Warning: Violence, gore.

There was a slick crunch and a snap, and the door to the hallway erupted and cracked under the pressure. Heather's head snapped up from the pyramid headed creature and towards the gaping opening where something was hovering outside the doorframe, standing there. The air around it was distorted, but the creature itself she couldn't see. In a flurry of motion, her arm was yanked hard and her body had been thrown behind her.. her protector.

And his stance was absolutely rigid.

Pyramid Head stood utterly still, facing the doorway with such a fury that Heather could feel it pouring off of him in incomprehensible bursts. The tension in his shoulders and back caused him to stand stock still, and although she doubted he could see with that heavy armor on top of his head, she felt that he was still perfectly aware of everything going on around him. That although he couldn't see the creature, he knew the thing was there.

Heather couldn't quiet make out what was going on, and after a moment of trying to see through the darkness, her hand snapped up to her chest and fumbled to find her light. Her fingers stumbled, and hit something hard just by her collar bone, and within a moment, the room ahead of her was illuminated by light.

There was a moment where nothing happened, and everything had fallen silent as her light hit the creature in the doorway, and all she saw was it's mangled shadow before it darted forward.

Everything moved in a blur after that. There was a sharp groaned cry by her right, and that large blade was swinging over her head in a speed she couldn't quite comprehend, especially with something so large and heavy, but her legs started moving and the door was only a few feet away by the time she heard a howling by her ear. Ducking, Heather darted out of the room in such a quick succession, she felt a distortion of air by her ankle and just missed some attack she couldn't see, by mere inches.

Heather's heart was racing, her feet flying over the ground that she was covering as she ran further and further away. She had to find something to fight with, she had to find something to protect herself with, and she needed to find a way out of this godforsaken town but she just doesn't know how. Heather took a sharp turn, and then another, before nearly slamming into a dead end.

Her breathing was shallow, her arms were shaking as she reached forward to touch the wall blocking her path. Cursing under her breath, she turned to face the long stretch of hallway she came running down, her eyes darting over the flesh embedded walls that seemed to be breathing, and towards the doors along her sides. The handles all seemed to be missing, but forced her feet forward to check.

There had to be a way out of here.

There had to be.

If she could find some way back to the street's then maybe she can find some exit. Heather wasn't even sure why she was even still here.

This town.. it had some purpose to it. She understood that, what she also understood what that the town wouldn't let her go until she came to grips with her demons, and she did. She's already come to grips that she's Alessa, and she's dealt with the fact that her soul was split, but she had a family that loved her, and although they were still here, they were going to be together again, and she knew that they would come and find her soon.

But there had to be a reason she was still here, right? There had to be a reason this godforsaken town wasn't going to let her leave, but no matter how hard she was trying to find her purpose, she just couldn't. Heather just wasn't struggling with her inner demons anymore.

But, perhaps her inner demons isn't what this town was asking for her to deal with.

With a huff, she straightened herself out. Tugging at her clothes and putting them back in order before taking her first step forward, starting her search as she pushed and pulled at each door she came across.

Something had to give; something always did.

Her hand reached around every door that had a handle, and pulled on every single one, but so far, no real luck.

The hallway she was in was deathly quiet, besides the soft rushing of blood she heard through the walls and the crawling under the floor boards beneath her feet. Something was moving, but she didn't quite think it was following her on purpose.

One door gave way, much to her satisfaction, using her shoulder to push it far enough so she could squeeze inside.

The room wasn't very big, but most of them weren't anyhow so she didn't think much of it. Her eyes swept the room, pausing over something sitting over on the stand at the far corner; Heather stepped over to see what it was, and to her relief, it was a Health Drink. With a small grin, she opened up one of her many pockets of her vest, and slipped it inside with a bit of trouble, buttoning the top to make sure it didn't fall back out; she wished she still had her bag, but that suited Order member had taken it once he left.

After that whole fiasco with Dahlia, Heather had thought that the Order had been eradicated, that they tore themselves apart and there weren't any left. But the Order, she figured, was much the same to that of a parasite; rather hard to remove.

Heather bit the inside of her cheek, brushing a few strands of her hair from her face and turning to glance about the room. There had to be something else, she figured, her eyes dancing around each corner of the room, and even going so far as to glance under the couch. She figured this place used to be a full apartment, however, there was rubble covering each entree way to another room. Honestly useless to her, until she caught sight of an ajar closet door, left of the main entrance.

Stepping over a few fallen boards, she stumbled her way over with her hand wrapping around the knob. Heather gave it a few good tugs before it finally gave and pulled open with an obscene creek, but allowed her access regardless; her eyes gave the place a quick once-over before she saw it.

"My pipe," she breathed, snatching it carefully from where it was leaning. Her fingers brushed over the cold metal, and eyed the edges down; she noted a few scratches at the bottom, and realized faintly that it really was her pipe, "but how'd it end up here?" last she remembered, Pyramid Head had left it where he found her, which was somewhere on the other side of town.

Pressing her lips in a thin line, she tried not to question a gifts origin and simply tightened her grip around it. It wasn't much, but it was sturdy, and it was better to have something than to have nothing at all; although a gun would have been nice, she realized that this should do for now.

Her eyes glanced up and saw a few small rags, folded up with a few insects crawling over them, and honestly, Heather wouldn't have given them much thought until she remembered Pyramid Head. "He's going to probably need these," she muttered absently, brushing the bugs away with a sharp wave of her hand, before plucking them down off the high shelf. Heather didn't have anywhere to put them, and opted to just wrap them around the end of the pipe instead, spending a moment to make sure she wasn't forgetting anything, before leaving the room once she was satisfied.

Glancing down the long hall, she stepped outside carefully, her eyes trained against the darkness stretching out in all directions. She couldn't see anything, but her radio was softly buzzing on her chest, and told her something was in fact nearby.

With a soft breath, she wrapped both hands along the end of the pipe, and looked both directions before taking a left out the room. Heather sauntered towards the direction she had run down previously, and for a long moment, she didn't see anything, but her radio was progressively getting louder, and the hall began to feel like it was shifting, until she saw a peek of something at the edge of her lights vision and her arms tensed up.

She only relaxed with she realized that it was nothing for her to worry about.

Pyramid Head was covered in some black ooze that could have been blood, but could have also been oil, although she didn't doubt it was the latter. Heather then cursed herself when she realized she actually felt comforted by his presence, and simply reassured herself that it was only because he was the only thing in this town that wasn't trying to kill her.

She wanted to ask what that thing back there was, but remembered that he couldn't talk.

Heather wondered if he had any other means of communicating, but honestly doubted it.

If they were going to be doing this, for who know's how long, then they're going to have to figure something out.

"I ah, I got you something," Heather spoke up, approaching the large creature. If Heather could see his face, she imagined that he'd have a brow raised.

Pulling the rags off of the end of her pipe, she straightened them out with her hand before holding it out for him to take.

Pyramid Head looked down at her hand, at least she's sure he did because the helmet lowered somewhat, but he didn't move for some time. For a moment, Heather thought that perhaps grabbing him something was actually a really dumb idea; he's a monster, of course he doesn't need her grabbing things for him, and perhaps he doesn't really understand why she did or what it even is- he doesn't have eyes. Yet, before Heather could drop her hand, she saw him lift his own and take them from her; their fingers brushed a moment, but Heather thought nothing of it as she watched him hold the rags in his hand with his helmet down turned in their direction. She wasn't sure whether he was admiring them or trying to figure out what they were, but after a moment he slipped them onto the band of his apron, and made to turn around.

Heather watched after him as he walked, and was soon stepping along by his side.

She felt the need to say something, but realized, again, that he wouldn't respond. Couldn't, she corrected herself.

The silence was something she was used to, but a silent companion? Not so much. At least when Vincent was around he tried to keep some sort of noise going, even if it was rather dangerous to do so; it was something, and they both needed it, but Heather didn't really have the heart to try and fill the gap she lost once he was gone.

Heather sighed quietly to herself, but she didn't miss the slight turn of the other's helmet, in what she figured was inquiry. Honestly, it was the little things she saw him doing which had brought up the question of how aware he really was of everything. Could he hear her? Could he think? She knew he wasn't a man, but perhaps he was close enough to one to have independent thought and actions, even if they're questionable at most.

Sometimes she thought he really could understand her, and maybe not as a person, but just in general. He seemed to get when she was trying to guess his name, and he seemed to have some sort of idea what was going on, but even if he knew what was going to happen and what she was supposed to do, he wouldn't be able to tell her, because he couldn't speak.

It sort of put them in a rather odd position, but it was better to be stuck with him, than those crazies in the Order.

"Where are we going?" she asked, not really expecting an answer, when she received a shrug in response. Heather might have laughed at how human it seemed, but kept her humour mostly to herself.

She looked up at him once she saw something skittering away from them and down the hall, wanting to ask why he had the helmet but remembered he could only answer questions in Yes and No form.

Heather stepped over something pulsing from a crack in the ground, while Pyramid Head let his blade slice over it easily; she heard a soft hiss, but nothing else.

"Did you, ah-" Heather paused, dragging her eyes along the painful looking device, "did you always have the ah, the helmet?"

Pyramid didn't make any indication he heard her at first, before seeing a nod. Ah, of course.

Heather wondered why he didn't just take it off, but something told her that he honestly couldn't. Maybe it would kill him if he tried, but she didn't know.

"Do you.. do you know why I'm still here? Why this town won't let me leave?"

Pyramid Head didn't make to respond at first, and Heather watched him carefully as he mulled over answering. It felt as if an eternity had passed, before there was a small shake of his head, and Heather could feel her shoulders slump. Of course he didn't.

"Look, what we need to do is find a way to get out of here," Heather breathed, "and if I have to tear it down, brick by brick, then so be it."

Pyramid Head made no indication of responding once they heard a sharp cry not far away; he tightened his grip on his blade, while Heather readied her pipe; she was the only who was tense between the two of them, and she saw how easily he swung his blade, landing square on the back of some oncoming creature. She thought about how used to all of this he was, and all the cuts and scratches he's gotten because of all of this hell.

She thought of taking him with her.

Thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoyed. ^^