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Harry shot up, his face was covered in sweat and his legs curled up. He looked around and took in his surroundings, he was in a diner of some kind while he spotted a blonde-haired woman in a police uniform sitting on one of the stools eyeing him.
"Wh..who are you? Was..I dreaming?" Harry asked, blinking. Still dazed and confused.
“How do you feel?” the woman asked, crossing her arms with a small smile displayed on her face, she was glad he was okay.
“Oh..like I’ve been run over by a truck, but I’m alright I guess..” Harry replied, giving a short nod as he felt his head for any bumps or bruises.
The cop stood from her chair “glad to hear it, you from around here? Why don’t you tell me what happened?”
Harry blinked, this lady was already taking on a more strict tone with him “wait a second, I’m just a tourist, i came here for a vacation, i just got here...i don’t know what happened, I’d like to find out myself..”
“Uh-huh?” she replied, even though Harry could sense a hint of sarcasm in her voice, he continued explaining himself.
“Have you seen a little girl? Just turned seven last month...short, black hair...she’s my daughter” Harry said. He watched as the woman’s expression saddened.
“Sorry” she replied, “the only person I’ve seen in this town is you.”
Harry furrowed his eyebrows “where is everybody?”
“I’d tell you if i knew, believe me, but from what i can tell something bizarre is going on. That's all i know” she concluded. Harry could only stare at her. “What’s your name?” she asked.
“Harry. Harry Mason” he replied.
She nodded “Cybil Bennett, i’m a police officer from Brahms the next town over, the phones are all dead and the radio too, i’m going back to call some reinforcements..”
Harry only huffed in response, he stood and made his way to the door before her voice quickly made him freeze in place.
“Hold it! Where do you think you're going?” she asked quickly.
Harry blinked “my daughter..i’ve gotta find her!”
Cybil made her way over to him and gave him a stern look “not happening, its dangerous out there.” she tried to reason.
“In that case, i gotta find her now! Cheryl’s my little girl. I can’t just leave her out there by herself” Harry protested, he didn’t like the sigh that came from Cybil.
“Have you got a gun?”
“Um..no…” Harry replied reluctantly.
She approached him and Harry legitimately took into consideration that she might slap him for his stupidity “here, take this..” he felt something cold press against his palm, he turned to see Cybil pressing a handgun to his hand “and hope you don’t have to use it. Now listen to me, before you pull the trigger know who your shooting, and don’t do it unless you have to. And don’t go blasting me by mistake, got it?”
Harry gasped softly, he hadn’t expected her to actually give him her gun “y-yeah..thanks”
Cybil pats his shoulder “you do your best to stay nearby, ill be back with help as quick as i can." She then turned and opened the door to the diner, disappearing into the snowy fog and out of sight, Harry’s hand that held the gun trembled.
****
Harry didn’t even know where he was at this point but it was somewhere inside the amusement park, it was dark and cold even through his thick coat. The smell of death and rust filled his senses “Cybil hasn’t come back..” he mumbled to himself. He pushed open the door in front of him that led to a dimly lit room with a figure sitting on one of the mary-go-round horses.
Cybil!
Only..when she turned around to face him, instead of her usual comforting blue eyes, they were now a deep crimson color. Harry shivered as she slowly slumped towards him, grabbed her pistol, and aimed for him, missing him narrowly and grazing his shoulder.
“C..Cybil..no!” Harry cried “not you..” with the loud carnival music blaring, he didn’t know if she heard him or not.
He grabbed a bottle of red liquid from his pocket, twisted open the cap and poured it onto Cybil’s face, she didn’t scream as he expected but instead simply clutched her face. But she quickly collapsed in front of him, and a small insect-type creature slithered out of her torso, but he crushed it under his foot with ease before rushing to Cybil’s aid.
“Cybil! Wake up, snap out of it! Cybil!’ Harry gently shook her shoulders, he was afraid to move her since he might hurt her.
“H..Harry..?” she choked, slowly lifting her head to look up at him “w..what...happened?..”
Harry wiped his tear swelling eyes with his sleeve with a smile “shhh, don’t talk, i’ll take care of you..” he lifted her up in a bridal carry since when he tried to set her in a wheelchair it nearly gave out beneath her due to its age and rust.
“Why Harry..why did they take your daughter? Why her..?” Cybil asked as they walked. Harry paused.
“I’m not sure myself but..you know, Cheryl isn’t my biological daughter, i actually haven’t told her yet. She probably already knows anyway, though. We found her abandoned on the side of the highway, nobody knew where she came from, we didn’t have any kids of our own. My wife was sick and it didn’t look like she was getting any better. So we took Cheryl in..” he explained.
Cybil understood “so in that case…”
“There might be some connection with Cheryl and this town”
“So..what do you do know?”
Harry sighed softly “Cheryl is my daughter. I will save her no matter what.” he said confidently.
Cybil rested her head against his chest “...you’re a great dad, Harry..”
*****
Cybil was on her break, she sat in her car, scrolling through her phone before feeling it vibrate in her palm. Her husband was calling.
“Hello?” she asked.
“Hey honey, you on break right now?” Harry asked.
Cybil chuckled “yes i am, why’d you call me?”
“I just..missed your voice, its quiet in the house since Heather went out to the mall, i’ve been..kinda lonely here at home” Harry admitted.
Cybil gave a short laugh “cute..but relax, it’s almost the end of the day, then i’ll be home before you know it. You know being a cop ain’t easy, Harry..”
“Y-yeah i know that! It’s just y’know, your my wife, and i love you..so much, you invade my mind, Cybil..” Harry said quietly, making her laugh yet again.
“Very poetic, write that one down yet? But seriously..i miss you too babe, but i’ll be home before you know it, I gotta go now, almost the end of my break...I love you Harry” Cybil said sweetly.
She could hear him smile when he spoke “i love you too Cybil, always, see you a bit honey, be careful out there..bye”
“Of course I will, buh-bye” she then hung up, love swelling in her chest as she climbed out of the car and back into the station.
****
Cybil rushed home in her car, it was late so little to no cars were out at this hour as she struggled to pick up her daughter’s call.
“Honey i heard your voice mail what is going on!? Are you okay!? Where is your father!?” Cybil asked desperately. Only to hear Heather sniffle at a weak attempt to hide her tears.
“M-mom dad...dad is..” a sob racked through her “dad’s dead..i-i came home and h-he was sitting on the sofa, he..i killed what killed him but...mom..”
Cybil almost dropped her phone, almost forgot she was still on the road. No, no he couldn’t be gone, not her Harry, not the man that saved her from that hell hole known as Silent Hill, not the man she had been married to for almost 15 years now, not him…
She struggled to speak.
“Mom i-i’m going to Silent Hill, I’m going to kill the woman that did this, i..i’m already on the road right now but..i’m sorry mom..” her voice cracked “i love you, mom..”
Heather hung up. Leaving Cybil feeling cold and empty. She raced home, desperate, she expected to open the door to a warm hug, with the smell of freshly cooked dinner on the table. She expected to see Harry’s smiling face in the doorway.
*****
When she got home, she saw the blood-covered sofa and expected the worse, she searched the house for something, anything that she could use to tell her this was all just a bad dream. Until in their bed...she saw what looked like someone laying in bed with a blanket draped over them, flowers were placed where their hands were covered.
She hesitantly pulled the blanket back and saw Harry’s pale, dead face. His eyes were closed so he slept peacefully, it broke her as she buried her face in his blood-stained shirt and sobbed, crying out his name as if it would wake him up from his permanent slumber, she told him how much she loved him and cared for him, but to no avail.
She had lost him for good...