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Two Paths that should Never cross	By : RaveAndElf Category: +S through Z > Silent Hill Views: 2815 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Two Paths that should never cross

Saints and Devils.
Heather sighed falling back on the bed. Harry and James had both left to check a place out hoping that Rebecca had been there. They had left Heather with Billy and Douglas at the inn.
"I'm bored." She announced looking up at the cracked plaster ceiling. The inn was typical of a run down city, but at least it had four walls and the monsters didn’t barge in. She had wanted to go with James instead of letting her father go, but both of them had insisted she’d be better off staying at the Inn while they worked their way into the middle of town.
"They'll be back soon enough." Billy almost chuckled as he leaned back in his seat running a hand through his hair. He wanted to be out looking for Rebecca, but Harry and James had been right, Douglas and Heather needed someone who could fight with them. Only because of Douglas’s broken leg.
"Doesn't help the fact I'm bored." She sighed again. Yeah, she was trying to cover up the fact she was worried about her dad, and Rebecca. Dad'll be crushed if anything's happened to her. I know why he agreed to it. She looks a little more like him than I do... He loves me as his daughter… I think he hopes she'll stay with us… She'd be another daughter.
Heather smiled faintly at the idea of having a sister. It'll almost be a repeat, but Becky's not twisted. Only time I've ever seen her really angered was when those DJ's were making fun of her and the other S.T.A.R.S. She managed not to lose it in public though. She sighed putting an arm under her head still looking up at the ceiling.
"Heather?" She glanced over to Douglas with a small glare seeing a faint smile on his lips.
"Yeah?" He groaned moving his broken leg. It was in a makeshift splint, but without a car they couldn’t get him to a real hospital. James and Billy had gone to Brookhaven long enough to grab a few supplies. Painkillers were a bust, but they did manage to get enough to splint the detective’s leg.
"Just making sure you are still here." He yelped when the pillow hit him in the face. “Hey I’m wounded…”
"Huh?" There was something under the pillow. Heather picked up the book she had uncovered. It was a child's diary, with a little key lock, the kind that were easy to pick, though the lock was busted open, as if whoever had left it there wanted it to be read. The journal's cover sported Robbie the Rabbit sitting in a bumper cars ride. Since it was unlocked, Heather opened the book searching it to see who's it was.
Flipping it open she strained to read the child's handwriting. Even though it was written in crayon, and clearly by an unskilled hand, it was legible. She traced the pale green wax lightly with her fingers.
Daddy taken me a mouse mint park today. Mommy did no come with us. Daddy said cause she work. It late when we left the park. Moon already up. Daddy's gone right now. Scared, think he went back to that place to talk to people about strange boy.
Fell asleep after we got to room. I'm writing in the new journal daddy gotten me. I'm a little scared. I told daddy I would be okay. I'm a big girl. Just turned five. That iz why went to the park. Daddy let me ride big kid rides. We went through scawy house. And… She flipped the page. Daddy gone when woke up. If not go to that scary place, he drink bad drink. Want mommy. She keep him from hitting me when he drink bad drink. Mommy not here…
There were water stains on the pages showing whoever had written it had been crying. She bit her lip; the girl who had written it had only been a child. She shouldn’t have been scared. Is that why Alessa got her out of here…
Heather finished reading the entry and rubbed her arms a little. That bastard hurt her yet she still stands up for him. When did he start abusing her? Did it stop? Or is that why she pushed herself to get through school.
"What's that?" Billy walked over to her glancing at what she had in her lap. Whatever it was seemed to upset the teen.
"I think it's Rebecca's journal. Now I feel dumb though, she was writing like that when she was five. I was still drawing stick figures." Flipping through it she saw another entry, in the middle of the book, the scrawl was still the same child like scribble, though the words scared her.
Daddy hurt me. Made me promise not to tell mommy. I want mommy now. I don't want to stay locked up in the bathroom of this place. When he gets back… he'll hurt me again. If I make a sound it worse... Heather's hand trembled more as she turned the page. Want go home, no like here. Daddy no take home. Say we have stay… He keep me hidden. Say Aunt want see me, but she no come. No want meet her.
Billy grabbed the book and read it. The ex-con flipped through trying to find out more on who wrote it. Scrawled on the inside cover was just a first name, ‘Rebecca’. He traced the name with his finger. She’s alright… She’s got to be…
"It doesn't have any more about how he hurt her." His voice was a low growl as he held the brittle book. Becky, why didn't you tell me this when we were sharing everything back at the facility… He sat on the bed closing his eyes a moment. "I don't think she told anyone what happened. Your dad said this place chose people. Maybe since it couldn't get her dad it brought her instead." Even as he said it he wished he hadn't. “She probably didn’t even remember it happened, since she was so young… and if she is lost in here somewhere, it might be opening those memories…”
Heather frowned. "Might be why she has nightmares. I, I thought it was because of what happened to her in Raccoon. She wakes up at night holding in screams. Dad tried to calm her down once and she scrambled away from him." Heather chewed her lower lip. "I should go try to find Dad. If this place starts playing with her head, might not be a good idea if he finds her. She might hurt him. I don't think she'd do it on purpose, but if she's scared..." She stood grabbing her jacket and started for the door. “I can’t let her hurt Dad.”
"You're not going alone. Mr. Mason wouldn't want you running around here again. I'll stay, take Coen with you."
Billy nodded. “Come on, Douglas is right, he’ll be fine here.” I want to get Becky out of here as soon as I can.
***
Rebecca rounded the corner and saw Henry stepping back. A blonde man was ranting in front of him. Rebecca moved closer only to stay back some seeing what the blonde was holding. “A chainsaw? Is he nuts?”
The crazed man’s eyes fell on her. “You… You’re not supposed to be here.” He growled low. “Why are you here? She brought you here didn’t she? The one that took Mother…”
Rebecca stepped back more. Lifting the gun in her hands looking at the man. “What are you talking about?” She stepped back slightly aiming at the man. “Henry?”
“I’m okay,” He responded as the blonde moved more to attack her. Henry found where his gun was and scrambled for it.
Walter scowled. She wasn’t supposed to be here. He knew that. Her soft green eyes glared at him as she stepped back more, clearly trying to stay out of his reach. “You’re not supposed to be here. You’ll mess things up.”
Two shots went off and Becky watched the man fall, glancing at Henry she sighed with relief. “We should get going.”
She darted over to Henry helping him to his feet. She had learned that you didn’t stay still too long in the place they were in.
Henry kept an eye on the man as they backed up towards another corridor. “You still doing okay Becky?”
She nodded. “Yeah, I’m doing better than I was before. Don’t worry, I’m not going to slow you down.” She gave him a smile as they both turned from the body and ran down a corridor, both of them not wanting to stick around to see if the crazy man got up. So far both of them had shot him at least half a dozen times and he still got up.
They missed the helmeted figure in the shadows moving up to the crazed man. “You’re to leave the girl alone. You can have your Receiver, but she doesn’t belong to the Order. She’s here for the Burned Saint. Not you.” He growled slamming a spear into the ground through the blonde's shoulder making him scream out in pain waking up.
“You… No, she’s mine…” Walter growled low. “The girl interfered! Means I get a chance.” He looked up at the helmeted figure. Hearing the growl from him he sighed. “Fine, hands off. I’ll just make her watch what I do to the Receiver.”
“Wrong, I used the Saint to call my daughter here. Neither of you will touch her.” The brown haired man stepped out of the shadows. “She’s here because I couldn’t get to the man that stole my wife.” He growled low. “The cheating bitch tried to take my child from me. I brought my daughter here to lead her in the right direction… The Saint stole her from me, then made it nearly impossible for me to get her back…” He growled his hands tightening to fists. The smile on his face actually made Walter wish he could back up, but until Red let him up he was pinned to the ground.
The helmeted one turned looking at the speaker, ripping his spear out of the ground. “She was brought here for the Saint’s reasons, not yours. She wants her protected. You will not touch her.” Steel gray eyes glared unseen through the helmet. He didn’t like the man who stood before him, but he couldn’t just out and kill him. Walter was annoying, but not worthy of killing in the helmeted one’s eyes. The other man was strong, as strong as he and his brother.
Most inhabitants of the Hill ran. Red wouldn't. He didn't like the man, and made sure he knew it. So far Red only knew one person who could stomach being in the man's presence. That woman was now dead thanks to The Saint's half, the one that the man Mason had stolen from them.
“She’s my daughter. You have no say in the matter beast.” He growled turning to leave. “I’ll do what I want with the little bitch. Bet she screams better than that toy of yours. Maria isn’t it?” With that the man laughed fading into the shadows.
Red said nothing. He knew when the time came, when the one the Saint wanted protected gave the order, he would enjoy tearing the man apart. Until then, he couldn't even make a move against the man.
***
Rebecca had lost Henry in the fog. She didn’t know how. They had been headed down the street for the hospital and she had paused only a moment to catch her breath and he was gone. Didn’t help she had gotten turned around. Instead of standing in front of the hospital she was standing in front of playground, past it she could barely make out buildings behind it.
Rebecca watched a figure of a small child run through the playground. “Hey! Wait, it’s dangerous out here for you.”
The kid stayed just barely in sight as she crossed the street. One of the shop doors swung back and forth. Rebecca drew the gun biting her lip. “Kid, come on… This isn’t somewhere you should play. Please, come out…” She kept the gun down like she had been trained in basic.
Henry will be okay. I mean we got separated before. She thought as she eased up her grip on the gun slightly, not wanting to scare the kid. “Please, this isn’t funny…” She wished she had the flashlight. The radio was clipped to her jeans. They had found one at the police station, but all the flashlights had been dead. She had insisted Henry had kept the good one until they had found another one. Okay I don’t do alone well. I know that. She looked around realizing she was in a pet shop. The kennels for the dogs lined a far wall. On the opposite side were glass tanks.
Well at least the cages are intact. I don’t want to have to deal with anything like those dogs in Raccoon… She thought biting her lip, listening carefully.
There was a sound from near the tanks. She turned aiming the gun in the direction of them, praying that it was the kid and not something else.
The sound came again; this time is was more of a slithering. Rebecca took a few steps closer, to the tanks noting the dust on everything. The place smelled like smoke, like the rest of the town as well. Part of her wanted to run back into the street and forget the kid.
Something coiled around her foot. Becky glanced down and screamed kicking it away from her. The snake flew against one of the tanks making her scramble back a little. Instead of running through them back to the front door she darted for the back of the showroom, and into the office.
Slamming the door behind her she sank to the floor trembling. Last snake she had dealt with had nearly killed Chris. Pulling her legs up to her chest she closed her eyes. I can’t lose it… Because Henry’s not here… Neither is Chris or Billy… I’m alone here… She felt something bang against the door and made sure it was locked before she scrambled away from it.
“Open this door brat!”
She curled up against the desk. The voice reminded her of something. More pounding on the door made it crack. Rebecca’s head lifted up as she felt for her gun. It was missing.
Moving slightly she yelped again as something coiled around her arms, binding them together. “No… Don’t…” She struggled against the coils, only to have them tighten more around her.
The door shattered making the young girl stop a moment. The man before her looked familiar somehow. She cringed as he stepped closer to her.
“So you do remember me.” She noticed the belt in the man’s hand.
Rebecca whimpered backing up more, only to find she didn’t really have anywhere to go.
The man reached down pulling her to her feet. She felt the knife press against her skin. He stopped it, just barely touching her. “Please… don’t do this…” She whispered, fighting the urge to scream. She stayed perfectly still, determined not to give him a reason to cut her.
Rebecca groaned, her head falling forward as everything started to go dark.
He growled grabbing the man who held the light one. She had passed out. He threw the man against the wall. Kneeling he carefully made sure she was okay.
She moaned but didn’t wake. Carefully picking her up he cradled her in his arms knowing if his brother saw him he’d make jokes. But the Burned Saint had entrusted him to protect her. It had taken a while to find her after she had run away from the brown haired man on the street.
Brushing the hair from her face he frowned seeing the bruises. There was no way he could release her without hurting the girl more. Picking up his knife and cradling her close he left the room. Moving carefully so he didn’t wake her.
***
Damn it! Harry hit the wall with his fist. The town was playing with him again. He and James had followed the figure that he had been so cure was Rebecca into the school, and had instantly lost her. So far all they knew was whomever had grabbed Rebecca wasn’t tied to Alyssa. Everything seemed to be drawing them though.
What pissed him off more is he had promised to protect Heather, and later Rebecca, and he had failed them both. Heather had still been called back to the damned town. And now Rebecca was lost somewhere, the man that had her was probably doing all sorts of things to her, and he was powerless to help her.
“Harry,” James caught the older man’s arm. “We’ll find her okay. You hitting the wall’s not going to help.” He paused a moment seeing a figure dart down one of the corridors. It wasn’t moving like one of the monsters.
“See that?” Harry asked. Seeing the blonde nod he darted after it.
“Damn it Harry wait!”
Henry entered the gym. He wasn’t sure why he seemed drawn there, but after losing Rebecca he had found his way to the school.
What he found in the gym made him do a double take. Lying in what looked like a cage was Rebecca. The teen was curled up, in a ball. Walking closer he saw the marks on her. Her clothes were shredded, though with how she was lying, someone had taken care to make sure she was still covered.
Kneeling next to the cage he reached in, carefully brushing hair from her face, frowning when he saw the left side of her face was all one large bruise. Her arms were crossed and bound tightly behind her, clearly biting into the skin. A few coils of rope bound her ankles as well.
Rebecca let out a low moan, making Henry let out a sigh of relief. She was still alive.
“Don’t… please… Hurts…” Her voice cracked slightly.
Henry touched her shoulder making her cringe more. He pulled back feeling sorry for hurting her more.
What happened? Who did this too her, it couldn’t have been Walter… Henry frowned a little. “Rebecca, come on, wake up okay? It’s me Henry.” I need to get her out of there. She needs to get to a hospital… He could tell with the look on her face that she was hurting.
He didn’t hear the two men enter the room from the doors he had used until he heard the footsteps. Turning he stood ready to fight if needed. He wouldn’t leave the kid alone.
Harry saw who was lying on the floor in the cage behind the man. “Becca…”
”Harry, calm down, if that’s her we don’t need to scare her awake. Poor girl looks like she’s been through hell already.” The blonde said seeming to calm the older man down.
Harry gave a slight nod. “Let’s see if we can get her out of there. We’ll get her back to the inn then figure out what to do.”
In the cage Rebecca gave a small whimper and tried to get up, only to give a weak cry. Her body hurt like hell, nothing was broken, at least from what she could tell. Where there wasn’t a cut there were bruises.
Harry knelt by the cage. “Becca, it’s okay, we’ll get you out of there, just hang on.”
She cringed a little hearing the voice. “…’arry…”
Henry and James managed to get the cage open. Henry climbed into the cage and carefully freed her arms. “Becky, it’ll be okay. Don’t talk, save your strength.” He slipped his arms around her gently picking her up, cradling her in his arms. Moving out of the cage he set her on the floor.
James cut her legs free and slipped out of his jacket. “Here, wrap it around her, might keep her warmer.”
“He… Henry…” She whimpered clinging to him. “I… I don’t want to be alone again… Not here… He; he’ll kill me.”
Henry took the blonde’s jacket and wrapped it around the petite woman.
Harry heard her whimper and frowned. “Who hurt you Rebecca… Was it the same man who…” He froze when she gave a pained sob, clinging more to Henry.
”Looks like I’ll carry her. Good thing the girl’s light.” He moved to pick her up cringing when she sobbed. “Becky, I’m sorry okay, it’s going to hurt a little.” He flashed the older man, who seemed clearly worried about the girl a look. “I’m going to guess by your look you’re responsible for her.” He shifted her so she wasn’t slipping in his arms. “I’ll explain what I can once we have her taken care of.”
Harry didn’t take his eyes off the small woman in the man’s arms. A hand on his shoulder made him look up.
James looked at Harry with worry. “We’ll get her out of here. She’ll be alright.” He fought a growl. Even I wouldn’t steep that low. To hurt a kid like that…
”We’ll get Heather and the others and leave. Maybe we’ll be lucky enough to get her out of here.” Harry looked at Henry trying to figure out what to do about him. Seemed like Rebecca trusted him, so he wasn’t going to take her from him. “Once she’s taken care of, I want the whole story.”
”I don’t have a problem with that.” Henry said seeing the blond moving in front of him, while Harry moved behind him. It wasn’t hard to tell that they were silently saying they’d protect him while they headed wherever they were headed.
Harry had taken Rebecca from Henry before they made it to the inn. The writer carefully set the battered girl on the bed frowning when she whimpered low. Brushing the hair from her face he quietly spoke in soothing tones, hoping the girl stayed asleep until they could get her to the hospital.
Heather and Billy came in a few moments later.
“Oh god… What happened to her?” Heather moved to the bed where Rebecca was lying.
“We got separated, whoever did it beat her up.” Henry walked in from the bathroom with a damp cloth hoping to clean some of her wounds just to see how bad it was.
Billy moved to cradle her in his arms. She whimpered in pain as he held her close. He whispered softly trying to calm her. “Sorry Becky… I’m so sorry…” He brushed the hair from her face and nodded to Henry. “I’ll do it.”
”Just be careful, some of the cuts look deep.” Henry handed over the cloth worried about how the dark haired man seemed so possessive over the young girl. The two didn’t look related, so he figured they had a past. He wasn’t sure if it was mutual or not, since the girl had slipped back into the blackness that seemed to hold her.
Billy's eyes went cold a moment, almost growling when Henry came close. The man stepped back shaking his head. Looking back at the ex-con he wasn't sure if he had actually seen the look. Maybe it's just because I'm tired. We've been running around the past two days... Hopefully these guys really know her.
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Two Paths that should Never cross

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