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To Hope for a Lapse in Insanity	By : Toxicstar Category: +S through Z > Silent Hill Views: 3900 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Pairing: Walter x Henry

A/N: Sequel to Corrupt a Fragile Psyche, and by no means the last
installment. As said in the Y!gallery
description, it's a little more angsty than the
prequel- but I'm just trying to keep the plot believable, here. Also, in my defence, I've been reading the autobiography of Jeffrey Dahmer's father, and it really illuminates just how untouchable
serial killers are- come on, folks... Walter wouldn't
stop that ritual for anyone. T_T Much as I personally wish he would.

So, without spoiling anymore, I hope you like this regardless.

P.S: The ending is supposed to be sweet!!! ...ish. XD;

-Toxic-Star x

----//----

Henry watched as rain began to fall and splatter
against the window.
Normally he was soothed by such a sound, the feeling
of being securely indoors while it poured down outside.

But today he found no solace at all in the gloomy weather.

Eileen had run off somewhere, claiming she needed to
help �that little boy,� also known as Young Walter. Didn�t she realise? The boy
couldn�t be saved. His alter ego was the one in control, not the child. Still,
she had gone anyway, leaving Henry alone again.
He had retreated back to room 302, and had been
sitting by the window for an insurmountable amount of time, now.

All he could think about was Walter Sullivan.

Even before their recent �encounter,� he had been
preoccupied with thoughts of the killer and how to stop him, with the
occasional unrealistic fantasy stealing in. Now, though, he was stricken with
trying to conjure up ideas on how to stop him peacefully� if that was even possible.

The problem was, he cared for
the man. He pitied him, always had done, and wished he could give him a chance
at a normal life. But Walter was beyond his influence, wasn�t he? Too obsessed with seeing his �mother�, to let anyone sway him from
his goal.

If only he could make him understand that the thing he
was trying to revive was not his
mother, was probably not even maternal in the slightest� but he knew his words
would be wasted.

Henry sighed, the sound echoing loudly in the
painfully quiet room. The rain grew heavier, only increasing his unease.

He jumped when the phone rang, silently cursing his
nerves. He had reason to be nervous, he supposed, when the phone-calls in this
cursed apartment only led to ominous things.

The troubled young man cautiously stepped over to the
shrilly ringing telephone and picked up the receiver. He hesitated. ��Hello?�

�Are you hiding from me, Henry?� came
a familiar voice.

�No,� Henry replied immediately, his expression
becoming sorrowful.

�Then where are you? You should be here. With me.�

�Why? So you can put an end to my joke of a life?�
Henry said bitterly.

There was a short silence, then. �Fine.
I�ll come to you.�

Henry swallowed. He parted his lips to respond, but
the line went dead. �Walter�? Walter?� he called, before hanging up with a
frown.

Great� is this it, then? I can�t even
save myself, never mind Eileen� what am I supposed to do? I can�t kill him.
Even if I knew how, I doubt I could do it, not anymore� God help me. Henry
left his bedroom and padded into the living room, rubbing his face wearily as
he sat in the armchair.

He glanced at a flickering candle on the table to his
left, knowing fine well that it would do nothing to repel Walter. His gaze then
came to rest on the revolver next to it, and he shook his head with another
sigh.
He couldn�t point a gun at Walter, not anymore.

Henry didn�t lift his head or even look up when he
heard footsteps coming along the hallway and into the living room. When they
stopped, he took a deep breath and tilted his head up, hands draped loosely
over his knees.

Walter gazed at him serenely, holding a pistol in his
right hand.

Henry gazed back, his eyes sad.

The blonde man wordlessly put the gun on top of the
kitchen counter, never taking his eyes off the Receiver of Wisdom.

The silence was becoming unbearable to Henry. �You�re
not going to use that? Is it too merciful for me?�

Walter walked closer, shaking his head as if denying
something to himself. He crouched down in front of Henry, peering up at him
with hazy green eyes. �What am I going to do with you, Henry?�

�I can�t be the one to decide that.�

�Yes, you can.�

�No, I can�t!!�
Henry shouted, showing signs of his seldom-seen temper. �You got me into this
mess, you deal with the outcome!�

He regretted his yelling immediately, noting how
Walter flinched slightly, before averting his eyes.

Henry softened. �I�m� sorry. I didn�t mean to shout.�

Walter�s smile returned, not reaching his eyes, as if
it ever did.
�You must despise me, Henry.�

Henry�s dark eyebrows dipped. �I don�t.�

�You don�t?�

�No,� Henry affirmed, not leaning back when Walter
edged closer, or recoiling when the other man�s hands slid over his knees and
up his thighs. While he was fairly certain that he should protest, telling
Walter not to do this again, he found that he couldn�t, only wanting to feel
the touch he�d been thinking about ever since the first time.

Walter had a strange, almost adoring look on his
unkempt face. �That�s why you�re different. That�s why I saved you �til last,�
he lowered his head to press a chaste kiss to the back of Henry�s hand, �You
should hate me.�

Henry watched Walter�s reverent gesture with a
lacklustre gaze. �I�m not that kind of person,� he said helplessly. He gasped
sharply when a knife was suddenly pressed against his stomach.

Walter locked eyes with the other male. �I confess,
Receiver, that I dislike the thought of marking your precious body.�

Henry winced, not liking where this was going. Before
he could wrench the blade from him, Walter slapped his hand away.

�Don�t move.�

The knife slowly moved down, the tip sliding under
Henry�s shirt and lifting it up. The blonde man blinked, staring at Henry�s
abdomen.

Something occurred to Henry and he grabbed Walter�s
shoulder. �Wait� surely the victims have to be in order. You can�t kill me yet,
unless Eileen dies first�� he paled, ��Oh God, is she--�

�I haven�t killed her,� Walter said smoothly, still
transfixed by the younger man�s flat stomach.

�Then� why did you come here�?� Henry said softly,
noticing how the knife wasn�t inflicting any wounds on him.

Walter�s unfocused gaze eventually drifted back up to
Henry�s face. He said nothing.

Henry waited, breathing anxiously, before gingerly
reaching down and wrapping his hand around the wrist that held the knife, gradually
and carefully pulling it away. Walter didn�t resist, even when the knife was
pried from his slack grip and dropped to the floor.

Henry let his breath out again. �Why did you come
here?� he asked again.

Walter slowly got to his feet, climbing onto Henry and
supporting his weight by leaning on the armrest. He observed the smaller man in
silence, licking his lips before speaking. �I want you.�

�What�?� Henry murmured, looking up at Walter
questioningly.

The murderer smiled again, the expression belying his
violent nature. �I want you, Henry.
Submit to me again.�

Henry sighed through his nose. �You�re only delaying
the inevitable, Walter. What�s the use in getting intimate with me at this
poi--� his sentence was interrupted when Walter tugged his face closer by the
hair and kissed him savagely.

Grunting against the other man�s mouth, Henry jerked
his head away, panting. �What the hell, Walter�!� The serial killer hadn�t been
this forceful last time. Something about his actions was becoming more
desperate.

Walter took hold of Henry by the waist, shifting him so that he lay across the
armchair, legs over one side, head hanging over the other. While his victim was
complaining about the position, he sat astride Henry and latched his mouth onto
the vulnerable throat, sucking on his adam�s apple hungrily.

Henry grunted, unable to lift his head due to the grip
on his dark brown hair. �God damn it, Wal� Walt�� he
trailed off as the heavier man began to grind their hips together.

Walter smirked, looking uncharacteristically smug.
�You want it too.�

Henry growled, unable to stop from arching back
against the thrusts. �No, not like this, I don�t want it��

Walter snorted in amusement, slipping one hand down to
grope Henry�s arousal. �You�re lying, Henry.� Both hands moved around to grasp
the smaller man�s rear, pulling his hips more firmly against his own. �But I
like how shy you are.�

Henry groaned, unable to shift the stronger male. His
current position left him feeling more vulnerable than when he�d been face-down
on the bed. �Enough, I�m not doing this!�

�You are helpless to stop me,� Walter replied
matter-of-factly, beginning to unfasten Henry�s shirt.

Seeing that his vehement protests were doing nothing
to dissuade Walter, Henry tried pleading, straining his neck to stare up at his
captor. �Walter, please� just let me sit up��

Walter raised his eyebrows, finishing the removal of
Henry�s shirt and discarding it. He quickly pulled the t-shirt off before his
victim could protest, letting it fall to the floor.

�Walter!� Henry whined, hating how pathetic he
sounded, but frantic is his need to gain some control of the situation.

�Sssh,� Walter soothed,
stroking Henry�s cheek and kissing him gently. �Just let me touch you. You
liked it, before,� he reasoned with the man below him, smiling manically.

Henry didn�t bother denying it. He stayed miserably
silent.

Content, Walter resumed disrobing Henry, not stopping
until the Receiver was stripped naked under his own clothed body.

Henry was well-accustomed to the paralysis that took
hold of his body when Walter touched him. His unfocused eyes gazed up at the
ceiling without seeing it, no longer even registering this discomfort of his
position on the chair.

Evidently, Walter was unsatisfied with his victim�s
lack of response, and looked up questioningly from where he had been pressing
firm kisses to Henry�s abdomen.

�Henry� what I enjoy most about this�� he curled one
large hand around the other man�s arousal, causing a slight groan from him, �is
that I am the only one who can make you show emotion,� he stroked the length
once, twice. �I like seeing your face change. I like hearing the different
noises you make. It�s all proof that you�re mine.�

Henry lifted his head to reply, just in time to see
his erection disappearing into Walter�s mouth. ��God!�

He could feel Walter smiling slightly around his
flesh, as if to say, �Yes, just like that.�

Henry�s hands shot down to take hold of the dark
blonde hair of their own accord, tugging slightly when the pressure around his
shaft increased.

Again, through a haze of pleasure and desire, Henry
wondered just how the hell Walter was so talented at intimacy- after all, from
what he knew, Walter was not very skilled at dealing with people, had never
been. Yet that mouth�

Walter seemed to enjoy his task almost as much as Henry, taking pleasure in the
way Henry�s hips arched so gracefully in synch with his mouth, the firm stomach
clenching under his palm.
He lashed his tongue along the hard length in his
mouth, revelling in the breathy moan it evoked.
Judging by the way the younger man�s panting was
quickening, he was close.

The Receiver of Wisdom�s head was tilted back over the
armrest, gulping in as much air as his lungs would allow before he clenched his
jaw with a moan, spilling down Walter�s throat. While he fought to regain his
breath, he became aware that Walter was still sucking, and jerked sharply on
his hair.

�Stop, that�s too much,� he uttered weakly.

The murderer lifted his head, looking almost comically
disappointed. The disappointment quickly turned into surprise when Henry
swiftly got up, grabbed Walter, and sat him down in the chair. He then kneeled
in front of the older man, unzipping him with a calm expression on his faintly
flushed face.

Walter
watched, enraptured, as his victim tugged his waistband down over his hips,
before drawing the slightly leaking erection into his mouth. Walter smirked at
the way Henry�s eyes closed demurely, his hands pinning Walter�s hips down as
he sucked and licked at the stiff length.

�You
please me, Receiver,� the killer said simply, eyes glimmering with adoration as
he gazed upon his lover.

Henry
would have rolled his eyes, had he not been occupied. He did nothing except
lick teasingly at Walter�s tip, making the man grunt and try to buck his hips.
Henry
applied more force to the straining pelvis, before relaxing his gag reflex and
swallowing Walter�s arousal entirely.

The
other man�s mouth fell open in a silent gasp, one hand coming down to stroke
Henry�s cheek, then over his ear and into silky dark hair.

The
affectionate gesture made Henry shiver, and he reciprocated by sucking with
even more fervour. He was almost caught off-guard when Walter came with a quiet
moan, his essence pouring directly down Henry�s hot, constricting throat.

The
kneeling man swallowed with a slight wince, gently pulling back and wiping a
hand down over his mouth. �Walter.�

�Henry.�

�We
can�t keep doing this. You know that, right?�

Walter
tilted his head, blinking in a cat-like manner. �You worry too much.�

�I
have the right to worry!� Henry
spluttered incredulously, rocking back on his heels. �It�s my life that�s on
the line!�

Walter
said nothing, his hand returning to Henry�s face, running a thumb over the
man�s lips. ��I like your mouth.�

Henry
sighed sharply in frustration, batting Walter�s hand away. �Don�t change the
subject.� He glared at the other man, trying to maintain eye contact, but in
the end, failed. He looked away nervously.

Walter
stood up, stripped off his coat and dropped it onto the chair. He leaned over and
grasped Henry by the elbows, pulling him gently to his feet. �Let�s go.�

�Go
where?� Henry demanded, even as he let himself be guided towards the bedroom.

�I�m
not finished with you,� Walter said matter-of-factly, toeing the door open and
ushering Henry inside.

Henry
sat on the bed with a sigh, watching Walter close the door. Personally, he
didn�t see the point in the show of privacy. Just who was going to see them?

Walter
turned towards his companion once more, pulling his shirt over his head and smiling
at Henry. �You look annoyed.�

Henry
swallowed in spite of himself, gaze roaming over Walter�s well-built upper
body. He couldn�t help himself- it was always a pleasure to his eyes.

Clearly,
Walter hadn�t been expecting an answer, as he merely went on smiling as he
finished undressing. �You might as well make yourself more comfortable,
Receiver� I�m going to take my time with you.�

----//----

When
Henry opened his eyes much later and saw Walter lying next to him, seemingly
dozing, his first impulse was to slap himself, positive he was dreaming.

�What
are you doing?� came Walter�s lucid voice, green eyes
now gazing at Henry.

�Nothing��
the younger man mumbled, running a hand over his face.

Walter
hadn�t stayed last time. It had obviously been too affectionate a gesture for a
serial killer, but here was, lying next to him in bed, with one arm slung over
his waist.

Henry
stared at Walter. He disliked how calm the other man looked, as if he�d arrived
at some kind of conclusion inside his warped mind.

He
was right.

�I
have a solution.�

Henry�s
eyes narrowed warily. �What is it?�

�When
the ritual is complete, I will bring you back,� he smiled slightly, �We can be
together.�

Henry�s
jaw dropped. �Bring me back!? What the hell are you saying?� he sat up, glaring
bitterly down at Walter. �You�re still going to kill me?�

Walter
looked upset, as if unsure why his suggestion wasn�t a good one. �It will be
over very quickly.�

�How can you talk about life and death so casually!? I�m not sitting around waiting for you to kill me!� Henry yelled,
getting out of bed and stomping over to the chest of drawers inside his
wardrobe, taking out clean clothes.

Walter
sighed patiently, leaning his head on one propped-up arm. �Henry� it has to be
this way.�

Henry
snorted angrily, pulling on a pair of dark blue denims followed by a black
button-up shirt. �Shut the hell up.�

Walter
blinked rapidly, mildly stunned by Henry�s temper. �Henry, I�m sorry.�

�No,
you�re not,� Henry spun on his heel and continued glaring, buttoning up his
shirt. �All you care about is your stupid ritual. You talk about ending my life
like it�s nothing, am I supposed to believe you care about me?� he cringed
inwardly at how he sounded, whining like a lovesick teenager.

Walter
frowned at the �stupid ritual� part, but it was quickly gone. �I do care about
you. Only you and Mother matter to me.�

Henry
shook his head in disbelief. �And after you bring me back� what then? We just
continue as normal, living happily
together here, forever?�

�Yes,�
Walter said, as if it was obvious.

Henry
stared at him again. He was silent for a moment, before he said softly, �You
ruined my life.�

Walter
looked away at this.

�I
know that deep down, you�re still an innocent human�
I�ve seen your younger self. But right now, all I see is a heartless murderer.
What makes you think I want to spend forever with you?� Henry continued
seriously.

Walter
looked over again, smiling. �You�re lonely.�

Henry
frowned. He opened his mouth to argue, then closed it.
He looked down at the floor numbly. �This is a nightmare� all of it. I don�t
want to see anymore. I just want to save Eileen, and� hell, never mind what
happens to me, I just need to save her,�
he made for the bedroom door.

�You
won�t,� Walter said quietly from behind him.

Henry
clenched his teeth. �I told you� I won�t sit around and wait to die. I can�t��
and he headed for the hole in his laundry room wall.

----//----

Wherever
Eileen had gone when she had run out of the Superintendent�s room earlier,
Henry had no idea. He had been looking for her all over the building, calling
her name, but found no trace of his neighbour.

The
young man stopped to lean against a wall, covering his eyes.

He�d
only wanted to save one person, just one
poor victim, but it looked like he�d failed even that. He was overcome with
guilt, feeling impotent and weak at being unable to help a fellow human being.
He couldn�t even save himself.

It
was ironic that Henry had never cared much for other people before all this-
not a misanthrope, but not a particularly altruistic person either. He�d never
known how alone he really was until now.

He
wondered if death was such a terrible thing after all.

Henry
spun around in alarm when he heard a door open, and Walter stepped out, pistol
back in his hand.

The
Assumption turned and saw Henry, taking a step towards him.

Even
though Walter didn�t look especially murderous in his movements, Henry knew that
this was it. The gun wasn�t going away, and Walter�s face was completely blank
save for the ubiquitous smile.

He
also knew he should just surrender instead of prolonging the inevitable,
drawing out the fear and apprehension he was becoming incredibly tired of, and
yet his basic human instincts still commanded him to run. So run he did.

�Henry!�
Walter called, his voice accompanied by the sound of his footsteps quickening
to match his final victim�s.

Henry
didn�t turn around or slow down, panic seeping into his vision and causing his
gaze to blur. His heart drummed erratically in his chest, the hot rush of
terror steadily rising into his throat.

He
heard the shot but felt nothing, only saw the floor coming up to meet him as he
fell towards it rapidly. It felt cool against his face as he lay there, too
shocked to sense any pain. He knew Walter had disturbingly good accuracy with a
gun, and didn�t doubt that he�d been shot through the heart. His vision was
dimming around the edges, and he was aware of nothing but the growing puddle of
liquid spreading beneath him, trickling past his face.

It
was so cold, and so fast� as promised.

----//----

�Henry�
Henry.�

He
opened his mouth to respond, a hand coming up to rub at his face. �What� the� uhh�� Henry felt stiff all over, finally opening his eyes
to see Walter staring intently down at him. He blinked a few times, taking in
the familiar room around him.

�Oh,
God� it was a dream,� he sighed in relief, sitting up to find that he was naked
beneath to covers. That in itself was nothing unusual, considering he and
Walter had�

Wait,
why was his mind blank after that?

Walter
gazed at him expectantly, looking almost apologetic.

Henry�s
heart-rate picked up, realisation beginning to dawn on him. �No�� he looked
down at himself, searching for the numbers. If there were no numbers, he
couldn�t have died.

Walter
lowered his head, wisely remaining silent.

�No,
no� you didn�t� I didn�t�� Henry�s voice gradually heightened in pitch as dread
continued to seep into him. He lifted the covers and glanced down, blood
running ice-cold as he looked upon his left inner thigh.

21121.

Henry
dropped the covers again, his hand falling limply onto the mattress.

There
was a long, heavy silence before Walter eventually looked up, leaning slightly
towards Henry earnestly. �Henry��

�You
bastard,� Henry yelled, jolted out
of his shocked state by Walter�s voice. He lunged forward and grabbed Walter�s
shoulders. �You killed me!! Oh God,
what about Eileen� you killed her�� the younger man sobbed, digging the heels
of his palms into his eyes. �Is she dead�? Tell me��

Walter
was silent, but it said enough.

�Oh
God,� Henry groaned again, letting go of Walter. He lifted his knees and
slumped onto them. �Oh� God��

�Henry,�
Walter tried again, �It�s okay now� it�s over.� He clasped his hands over each
side of Henry�s vacant face, pressing a gentle kiss against his slack mouth.
�We can be together now, as promised.�

��This
isn�t happening�� Henry uttered in horrified denial, the reality of the
situation refusing to sink in.

�You�re
finally mine, Henry� Don�t worry. I�ll make sure you�re happy. Everything will
be fine. You�ll see,� Walter went on softly, trying to soothe Henry with light
kisses.

Henry
finally made eye contact with the other man, staring wildly. He couldn�t
believe what he was hearing.

He
had been resurrected into a world where he was completely alone with Walter
Sullivan, probably confined to room 302 as before.

What,
exactly, had changed?

Eileen
was gone� that seemed to be the only difference, and even thinking about it
made his chest ache unbearably. All he could do was pray that she had died a
painless death, but he knew such hopes were stupid, and nought but a pathetic
and selfish attempt to make himself feel better.

Walter
was still gazing at him lovingly, looking so pleased with everything that Henry
almost wanted to laugh; So Walter was finally happy at the expense of 21
people.

What
was left to do? He had no choice, not that he ever did. He wouldn�t be able to
escape, and what good what that do, anyway? There was only one thing to do, and that was to accept his fate.

Henry
looked at Walter again. ��Make me happy.�

~End

A/N: See? That wasn't SO bad...
right? O_O;;
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