Silent Hill: The One with a Crappy Plotline; FINAL EPISODE

"What was that?" Leon asked, flabbergasted. The Seal of Metatron was gone, and so were Heather, James, Henry, and Walter. He couldn't take his eyes off of the spot where they had been standing just seconds before.

"Metatron must've been responsible for this, being that his Seal," Alessa stated. She looked at everyone. "I was serving him, but I had my suspicions… though I couldn't act without some sort of confirmation. If what I suspect now is true, we have to return to Silent Hill."

Leon giggled hysterically. "We have to go back? You're kidding. I've completed the mission I was assigned, and my assessment of that place is that it should be nuked! I can deal with zombies and the occasional mutated B. O. W., but we're talking about gods and demons here! This is hardly my line of work! It's as if I'm in an alternate type of horror genre than the one I work in!"

Once he finished his ranting Eileen clapped him on the shoulder. "It's not like you're alone, Leon, you know? I understand what you're saying; we're all afraid."

Douglas lit a cigarette and took a drag. "Heather's back there too, and she's sticking her neck for all of us." Lisa nodded in agreement.

"If we, we h-h-have to go-go save H-Henry, then let's… d-do it," Jasper said. He placed his fists on his hips and set a stony, determined expression on his face. Cynthia hooked her arm though his.

"I'll go wherever my Jaspy here goes."

Laura nodded and frowned at Leon. "You're just a whiny little bi-,"

Alessa clamped her hand over the little girl's mouth and Leon sighed in defeat. "Alright, fine, I'll go with you. But where's Dante when you need him?"

"Who?" Eileen asked.

"…Never mind, it's nothing."

The brunette woman turned in the direction of Silent Hill, where great storm clouds had formed above it. Eileen shivered within. "Let's get a move on, then."

---

"What the… hell?" Henry murmured as he awoke. "My brain lobes are functioning separately…?" He rubbed his eyes and sat up. "Oh, it was just a dream…"

The sky was dark and the lightning that accompanied it made the cemetery they were in that much more foreboding. Around him Walter, James, and Heather were stirring.

"Henry?" James said, and the brunet nodded.

"You wouldn't happen to know where we are, would you, James?"

"Actually…" He got up and focused his eyes. "I've been in this cemetery before. It wasn't that long ago, really… for me at least." James looked up and a raindrop landed under his right eye. He wiped it away and grimaced. "We're back in Silent Hill, aren't we?"

"Yes," Walter responded. "The Seal of Metatron did this, somehow. It was a trap."

"Well that sucks," Heather said as she faced them. "I'm the one who took it, anyway. I'm the only one who should be here."

"I don't think so," Walter said. "All of us were supposed to be transported by the Seal, but you see… I doubt we're in Silent Hill. I think we're in…"

"…the Otherworld."

Out of the darkness came a man in a black coat, his dull gray eyes surveying them with satisfaction, the way a collector would survey something especially rare. "I am known as Metatron. Welcome to Silent Hill as it really is."

"Metatron," Walter said bitterly. "You tricked me."

He laughed smugly. "Indeed I did. It was important for one of us to make sure our plans were well ensured. It just so happened that I was the one chosen for the task, although I think Losbel Vith would have been a better choice…"

"Losbel Vith is dead," Henry said, but Metatron shrugged.

"It was unavoidable. We underestimated you severely. Our plans kept unraveling. First, the time pocket Valtiel created to trap you, James, failed. Walter turned against us, and all our attempts to kill you never succeeded. I'm partially to blame for this as well. Valtiel had no idea I was working covertly, and I had no choice but to send the Alessa clone with you and supply you with your weapons."

"What does it matter now? The Lord is dead and you're alone," Heather said sharply, but Metatron laughed again.

"Dead? No, our Lord is very much alive. Perhaps not in a physical state on your plane, but here, thanks to his essence being transferred to the Seal, he is quite alive and powerful. All he needs is you, Alessa; he is waiting for you."

"I don't think so," she said, and reached under her skirt for her Steel Pipe. "I'll kill him as many times as I have to, you can warrant your life on it. But first…" She thrust the pipe in his direction. "…I'll take care of you."

"No." Walter. He gently moved her arm down and looked to them. "You three should go and face the Lord. I will handle things here."

"But-," Heather tried to say, but he shook his head.

"Hurry up and go. There isn't much time left."

She hesitantly nodded and then ran off. James followed. "Be careful, Walter. Who knows what tricks he may have up his sleeve."

Walter nodded and Henry went off to join with the others. Metatron approached Walter casually with a sly smile on his face. "I wasn't lying when I said I was your father, Walter, but I'm sure you know that. However…" He brought out two large revolvers from his coat. "You lost your usefulness long ago!"

The blond drew dual handguns and spun them around with his fingers. "Hmm?" Metatron cocked an eyebrow at them. "I don't recall you taking those."

"I sneaked them away just in case I needed them as a last resort."

Metatron chuckled. "I see… Very well, then."

They fired at each other.

---

Henry, Heather, and James sprinted down the street towards the giant monument-like structure in the center of the town, where the tower had once stood in their reality. A bright, crimson light emanated from it.

"That's where the Lord is at!" Heather yelled at them over the sound of the harshly blowing wind that had begun to swoop at them. "We have to reach it!"

"Look at that!" James shouted back, and she turned her head round to see an enormous army of demon nurses marching towards them from the monument. They stopped, but James pushed her forward. "Go around them; we'll try and hold them off for now."

"But there's too many!" she protested. "You'll be killed!"

"That doesn't matter. What does matter is that you go and finish this!" James replied, and she ran off into an alley to try and go around the army of nurses. James looked back at Henry. "Something wrong, Henry?"

"Yeah…" the brunet said. "I think I stepped in some pigeon shit…"

"Pigeon shit? Henry, I don't think there are any pigeons here…"

The brunet blinked at him. "Oh shit…"

And then the army of demonic nurses was upon them.

---

The tombstone was blown apart into small bits of debris as Walter dashed from behind it, inserting fresh clips into the pistols as he did so. He returned fire at Metatron, who swiftly moved behind a tall headstone. He reloaded his revolvers and spun back into view, shooting relentlessly at the blond who had taken cover again. Walter came back and they both shot simultaneously; one of Metatron's guns flew out of his hand and Walter dropped his in fear of his hand being in the way when the bullet hit the ground beside him.

He grasped his wrist lightly and stared at it, dumbfounded. "You could've shot my hand off!"

"Exactly." Metatron ran at Walter, the barrel of his revolver outstretched toward the blond. Walter went at him as well, his remaining handgun blasting away. The bullets grazed them, but none ever hit their mark. They met at the center of the cemetery, the barrels of their firearms at each other's foreheads.

"You're out," the angel said, and Walter glanced at the revolver from the corner of his eye.

"So are you."

They faced each other for several moments before Metatron threw his gun to the ground and took Walter by the throat. He slammed him into a large tombstone and it was leveled completely as Walter hit the ground. He reached into his coat and unsheathed a long broadsword and held its tip at Walter's Adam's apple.

"I'm surprised." He pressed the blade down slightly. "I really don't see how you killed Xuchilbara… you're hardly capable of defending against my attacks."

"…You just underestimated me…" the former serial killer replied. "Besides, haven't we both just been gauging each other's strength?"

His hands shot up and clasped the blade. He jerked it to the side and Metatron stumbled to the side. Walter flipped up and drew his Steel Pipe. "Perhaps I did underestimate you… but you have yet to prove yourself, Walter."

The blond cried out and attacked him, and Metatron met it with his own.

---

Heather ascended the massive set of stone stairs that led up to the top of the monument. She could see a grand, tough statue of a robed woman standing at the other side of the platform. She hopped onto the platform and looked down at the floor, where a great 'Halo of the Sun' was etched into the stone in gold. From the statue's forehead shone a bright, red light.

Harry Mason stood at its feet, his back to Heather. He was dressed casually. His hands were in his jacket pockets. "Thank you for coming, Cheryl."

"What the hell do you want?" she screamed at him. "Why can't you just give up?"

"Give up?" Harry turned to her and then looked up at the statue. "You expect me to give up the power of God? God, Cheryl?"

"Harry Mason wouldn't do this," she said curtly.

"Harry Mason is dead!" he suddenly boomed, and Heather shrank back a bit. Harry cleared his throat and ran a hand through his hair. "Excuse me. Some things are better left to die, you understand?"

"Yeah."

There was a pause, and Harry gestured at the statue. "It is time for God to bestow upon me its great powers. Here, in the Otherworld, is where I shall become eternal!"

"I don't think so! I'll kill you before you get the chance, Lord!" Heather rushed at him. Harry willed his own Steel Pipe to his hand and locked with Heather's. He pushed her off and then, in the blink of an eye, his pipe slid into her gut. The pipe was splashed with red, and Harry sighed.

"I'm sorry for this, Cheryl, but I did tell you that I would have take the component by force." He removed the pipe from her and his hand went into her stomach. In his palm glimmered a faint, clear light. Heather fell to her knees before him and he raised his blood-covered hand to the statue.

"Hear me, God! I grant you the key to Heaven!" The crimson light dimmed and the light from Harry's hand floated up to it and there was a bright flash. Cracks began to appear in the statue, and a white light shot out from them. Harry smirked, the light casting erratic shadows on his face. "That's right! Open the door! Lead me to everlasting power!" The beams of light merged into one and widened. The statue was split in two rough halves, revealing a path of light that led up into the sky. Harry made to walk onto it, but someone called him from behind.

"Hey!" Harry faced who had called him and saw Henry and James standing side-by-side at the other end of the platform. Beyond them was a wasteland of demon nurses. The two men were splattered with blood themselves and their clothes were ripped apart at some places, but other than that they were unharmed.

"…What else could be expected from the ones who killed Losbel Vith? But I must end this quickly, for the path will only stay open for a short period of time."

"So you're the Lord?" James asked, disregarding what Harry said. "We finally get to meet face-to-face."

"So we do."

Henry and James sprinted at him, and Harry fastened his grip on his pipe. Henry struck first, but he easily evaded the attack and kicked the brunet in the chest, sending him across the platform. James cried out and swiped, but it was blocked by Harry's pipe. James broke off and tried again, but Harry quickly knocked the pipe out of his hands and then swung his Steel Pipe upwards, catching James in the stomach and propelling him in the other direction so that he landed hard on his back.

"I applaud your bravery, but you have failed." He turned back to the path of light, but James and Henry got to their feet. Harry sighed and suddenly warped behind Henry, who spun around in awe. Harry bombarded him with a flurry of hits from his Steel Pipe and Henry could do nothing as he was flung to the edge of the platform.

"Henry!" James yelled, but he too was soon subdued as Harry dashed and struck him painfully in the crook of his neck. James went back and slid several yards on the platform before stopping.

Harry discarded his pipe and walked back towards the path, which was dimming. "Now, then, where was I?" He giggled and entered the beam of light.

---

Their battle was like a dance, the two participants twisting and turning. Their weapons gleamed in the lightning, and Metatron forced Walter back and somersaulted onto the wooden shack at the far end of the graveyard. He grinned and his broadsword sparkled with an eerie, green light. He swung the sword and a wave of thin, green energy flew out at Walter. The blond jumped to the left and the attack tore through the ground and destroyed multiple gravestones.

Metatron sent out another, and another. Walter avoided each one, and when the last attack reached him he hit it back at Metatron with his pipe. The angel leaped down as the shack lit with jade fire. When he touched the ground Walter was already there, ready to strike, but Metatron foresaw his attack and swept him off his feet with a low kick. Walter fell on his back and Metatron shoved his boot on Walter's chest and then pressed the blade once again at Walter's throat.

"You're not getting away this time," he said smugly while leaning down and removing the blue coat in one swoop. He threw it to the winds and into the darkness of the storm. The blond could do nothing but stare in horror as it faded away out of view. Metatron smirked above him.

"I'd like to tell you something before I kill you."

"…What?"

"Your mother was quite easy."

There was silence. Walter's face was suddenly very serene, but Metatron saw something in his eyes. Something dangerous. His eyes widened and he moved back but Walter forced his legs up and kicked him in the back, springing him forward and off his balance. The former murderer sprang up to his feet, caught the broadsword, and, with a scream of the utmost fury, plunged it through Metatron's chest. He pushed him back, running at an unimaginable speed and then jammed the sword into the ground, pinning his enemy down.

Metatron coughed up some blood. "Even without the coat, you managed to catch me off-guard…"

"You're a mother-,"

"…but it's not as if I've been defeated."

"…what?"

Metatron groaned and began to rise, his body sliding up the blade, spraying it with immense amounts of gore. Walter gaped. "…Come on, you're not bloody Dante… Hell, I could use his help right now…"

Metatron took hold of the hilt of the sword and approached Walter. "It's over now. Without your coat you can no longer match me."

"Hmm." Walter looked around himself and saw his pipe some distance away.

"I won't let you," Metatron said, but Walter was already running for it. The angel kept a steady pace with him, but Walter rolled and grabbed the pipe just as Metatron was about to slash. He deflected the slash and then moved in for the kill. The pipe went through Metatron's head at an amazing speed. The angel gasped and staggered back.

"…How… odd…" He fell and became still. Walter regained his composure and stared at Metatron's body.

"Seems like you're the one who lost. Farewell, then." Walter turned towards the surging white light in town and started for it.

---

James slowly got on his feet. "Shit… we couldn't even touch him…" He shook Henry lightly and the brunet opened his eyes. "Are you all right, Henry? Answer me, Henry."

"…I'm fine," he answered while sitting up. "Did you see any of that? How he moved?"

"No, but we can't be bothered by it right now." He nodded towards Heather and they both went to her side.

"Are you okay?" Henry asked, and she groaned in pain. They turned her on her back and saw the damage. "That bastard…" he murmured. "There's no way to tell how bad her wound is. I-,"

"Stop trying to grope me you guys…" Heather muttered, startling them both as they fell back. She sat up sheepishly and reached under her skirt. She brought out a red bottle, tipped off the cap, and then drank ravenously.

"It's an ampoule," she said while lifting it from her lips and smacking her lips satisfyingly. She looked back at the beam of light that was beginning to close. Her face was set determinedly. "Where's Da-… I mean, where's the Lord?"

"It seems that he's gone through the portal to Heaven."

They all looked back and saw Walter standing there, staring at the beam of light. "We have to follow him before it closes. If not we'll be helpless to stop him."

Henry nodded and stood. "Let's go, then. We don't have much of a choice. How else are we going to get out of here?"

Heather swallowed the last of the ampoule and threw the empty container to the floor. The glass shattered and she, along with the others, walked into the light.

---

"We can't get into the town," Alessa said. The others frowned, but Leon sighed in relief.

"Thank goodness. Besides, guys, look at how dark it is. It might be more dangerous than we first thought."

"How are we going to help Henry and the others then?" Eileen inquired, and Alessa shrugged.

"I don't know. We're just going to have to wait and see what happens."

---

They found themselves standing on air above Silent Hill, which black storm clouds blocked from their view. There was only gray surrounding them, but far off, at the other end of the town, something truly gigantic stirred.

"What the… hell?" Henry said as it came into view. Walter nearly wet his pants, and James gasped. Only Heather stared forward without so much as whimpering.

It was Robbie the Rabbit, as tall as the tallest skyscraper and much more menacing.

"That's one big-ass rabbit," Walter muttered, but then he fished around in his pocket for something.

"So… you fools would still defy me?" bellowed Harry Mason's voice from the giant Robbie. They edged back and Walter held up some type of watch-type device.

"Hey, we can use this!" Walter held it out to the enormous Robbie. "Recognize this, Lord?"

"It can't be… How did you get a hold of that?"

"I found it in the Stonger McGonger before we left and you slaughtered everyone else! Now then…!" Walter strapped it on faced forward. Walter drew a deep breath and thrust out his arms. He then performed an exaggerated, complex pattern of movements with his hands, and he finished it by throwing his hand across the watch.

"Super-Ultimate-Giant-Ass-Kicking-Mech Stongertron X500, arise!"

Down below, the town of Silent Hill shook as something rose from its depths…

---

Miss Maxwell was sobbing uncontrollably as she watched Rainbow Monkey Rangers. The main character had just sacrificed himself to blow up a chicken, and uh…

"Mistress, we have a problem!" bellowed a manservant as he ran through the door. She looked up at him and swept the tears away.

"What is it now? Can't I watch my show in peace?"

"Uh, ma'am, I'm serious. You have to come and see this," said the manservant as the base trembled. She got up and followed him down a floor, mumbling curses all the while. What she saw blew her away.

"The Stongertron is gone?" she shrieked at a nearby scientist before clutching his coat collar and shaking him violently. "Why the hell did you let it go?"

"I'm sorry Mistress Maxwell but it was activated from an outside location! Someone must have come into position of the activation device!"

"But who could have?" she asked him, and then looked up at the opened shaft which it had flown through. "…It was them!" she exclaimed. "Those stupid little hamsters who stole the Stonger McGonger! It was them!"

---

"That's one… big-ass chicken," Heather remarked, and Walter laughed as the Stongertron rose before them in the guise of a chicken.

"It's the only thing we have at our disposal that can face the Lord's rabbit. Hurry up, let's go!" He leapt upon the chicken's head and dropped through a hole that opened up. Heather, James, and Henry shrugged and followed him. Inside, they each landed in a seat, their backs to one another.

"Are we supposed to control this thing?" James asked from his spot at the back of the cockpit. Walter nodded as he studied the monitor before him in his own seat with a sick smile on his face.

"…Yeah… but isn't this awesome?"

"I guess," Henry replied from his spot opposite Walter's.

"Hey, don't worry guys, I'll take care of everything," Heather said from her position at the front. She set her hands on the controls—a pair of joysticks—and pushed them forward. "It might be humiliating that we're fighting in a giant chicken, but we don't have much of a choice!"

The Stongertron sped towards Robbie, rearing a wing back into a balled fist. "I won't allow you the chance!" Harry exclaimed from within Robbie's head and from inside the mouth shot out a barrage of missiles.

"Put the shields up!" Heather commanded, and James hastily pressed down on several buttons and some triggers. All of the missiles hit their targets, engulfing the Stongertron in fire and smoke. Harry watched with anticipation as something came out of the smoke, numerous white feathers trailing behind it.

In actuality it was nothing more than an altered color palette of the Stonger McGonger, but it had the addition of a dandy red scarf. "I knew it wasn't a chicken," Heather said. She gritted her teeth as both Robbie and the Stongertron landed in the town. "We have to end this. Let's go!"

"She's really getting into this," Henry mumbled, and James shrugged.

Harry chuckled from Robbie. "Interesting. Do you truly believe a mere machine is powerful enough to stop a god? What flawed logic you posses, Cheryl."

"Shut up!" she screamed, and the two juggernauts clashed, punching and kicking each other and laying waste to the buildings around them as rain fell down upon their hides.

"Activate the beam saber!" Heather ordered as the robot leaned back to avoid a punch. A blade of emerald light ignited at the end of the right fist, and it swiped at Robbie, slicing a portion of its right ear off. "Keep going!" There were several more attempted slashes as Robbie's pupils became an intense orange hue. Rays of fire shot out and seared the metallic shell of the Stongertron, and the crew shook from the impact.

"I'm going to need a gunner!" Heather said, and Walter's seat was enveloped by a bubble of glass.

"I'm on it!" he replied as his seat slid into a different area. He was presented with a panel of controls, and he took hold of them. Outside, two turrets on top of the Stongertron's hull turned and started firing upon Robbie, shooting pink fluff into the air. The rabbit was forced back and the Stongertron rammed into it. Robbie clutched the Stongertron by the shoulders, however, and then swung it away. Its mouth widened, and particles of blue energy began to gather within its blackness.

"Start up the main cannon! It's the only way to dodge this!" Heather said, and both Henry and James inputted different commands into their respective consoles. The barrel of a large blaster protruded from the Stongertron's abdomen, and it shot out a great beam of energy just as Robbie did. The two beams connected, but the Stongertron's was more powerful, resulting in the combined energy wave to hit Robbie and set him on fire. The rabbit uttered an insane screech as it quickly burned, and it jerked into the Stongertron, knocking it off-balance. Inside the cockpit all of the monitors shone red.

"That's it! Everyone, get out!" An emergency door opened below them and they all jumped out as the Stongertron collapsed and Robbie fell back into the same building the group landed on.

A good portion of it gave way under the massive rabbit's weight. The head was the only part of it that stuck out into view, and it stared at them in a disturbing fashion. Harry Mason walked calmly out from behind it, his hands in his jacket pockets. He greeted then with a wave.

"Xuchilbara… Losbel Vith… Metatron… and even Robbie the Rabbit… I suppose I will be killed by you as well."

"You're right," Heather responded. "Even if you have the powers of God, you're still history."

The storm clouds were beginning to dissipate, and sunlight beamed down upon them. Harry shrugged. "Everything I aspired for… you tore it down, all of you." He threw his arms out to the sides and began to back away towards Robbie's head. "However… if I am to die by your hands… then we shall go together." He vanished into Robbie's head and it exploded, revealing a gigantic goat skull with long, curled horns protruding from it. Two large wings spread out behind it and the beast rose into the air. One of its arms lashed out at the building they were standing on, and they all leapt out of the way.

"What is that?" James hollered at Heather, who had taken position on the roof opposite of his. The goat head turned immediately to his voice and its other arm struck at him. James didn't have any time to avoid it, and he was bashed away with the rest of the Happy Burger.

Heather stole a glance in his direction when the other arm came for her. She flipped on top of it as it reared back from the rubble that the building was now. Harry watched her from his place atop the head. He grinned crazily. "Goodbye, Cheryl! This is the end!" As if on cue, the other arm sped at her. She rolled over its gruesome hand and plunged her pipe through it. A gurgled noise floated from the goat skull and the other hand swept her away. She held on to her pipe after the blow as the other hand moved to and fro, trying to rid itself of her. It succeeded and she popped off and fell onto the roof of the Blue Creek Apartment building.

She struggled to her feet as the God performed a series off odd movements with its hands, and the clouds above her parted. A dazzling, crackling light of an orange hue formed in that space, and then it shot down in the form of a bolt of lightning. It ripped the apartment to shreds and Heather was lost in the mess.

Harry laughed manically, looking up to the sky. "Burn it all! Lay waste to this pathetic world!" God screeched in response and proceeded to blast what remained of Silent Hill, which was in the middle of losing its Otherworldy-ness… Eww…

Anyway, meanwhile Henry and Walter were some ways off. "Will this really work, Henry?" Walter asked as they took cover behind the Stongertron. "He already got the others. We can't fail."

"Yeah, I know," Henry said as he turned to Walter. He flashed him a reassuring look as he climbed over the Stongertron.

What could Henry's plan be? Why are you asking me? Ha, that's a laugh… ha ha…

"This is awesome!" Eileen said while slipping the black, leather coat on. Finishing it with a pair of sunglasses she grinned at Leon and the others as she stepped out of Metatron's shack. Alessa trailed behind her looking uncertain.

"You look pretty good in that," Maria remarked rather dully.

"Thank you!" Eileen replied, unaware it was Maria she was speaking to.

"There's no way to get into town, though," Alessa said, and they all sighed. That's when Leon's cell phone rang.

Grumbling, he answered it. "This is Leon Kennedy. Who is this?"

There was only a raspy breathing noise on the other end. He frowned. "Anyone there?"

"…pudding…"

"What?"

"…PUDDING…"

"Err, what about pudding?"

"Pudding? Where?" Eileen said, and she tackled Leon to the ground and stole the phone from him. "Hello…? HELLO?" she nearly screamed into the phone. "Where is the pudding?"

A pause, and then: "…Did you eat my pudding?"

"I don't know."

"You did it, didn't you…? You and that guy and the little boy with the underwear on his head…"

"I don't know what you're talking about; just tell me where the pudding is!"

The phone went dead. Eileen snarled and threw the phone to the ground, where it broke apart. Leon stared on in horror. Alessa pointed at Eileen's head.

"Hey, Eileen, you have a Post-It note on your forehead?"

"What? Really?" She touched her forehead gingerly, and, sure enough, a red Post-It note was stuck to her skin. She yanked it off and inspected it, then gasped.

kthnxbai

She screamed.

---

Harry was busy decimating Silent Hill and the nearby countryside when someone shouted to him from across the town. He turned sluggishly and without interest. From afar he could see Henry.

"Henry Townshend?" Harry chuckled and gestured at the brunet aimlessly. "Destroy the pest! He knows not when to die!" However, his eyes widened when he saw what Henry was straining to hold up.

Henry smirked. "Take this, Lord!" and Walter fired off the Stongertron's severed cannon. The blast struck the God head-on, but Harry held still.

"So those fools still refuse to give in? Return them to the nothingness from whence they came!" The God began to ready another lightning blast, and Henry and Walter started to prepare the Stongertron's cannon to fire again.

"Here it comes!" Henry yelled and Walter shot the cannon off again as the lightning bolt came down upon them. The two attacks collided and in a brilliant flash of light and the whole town quaked from the resulting shockwave. Unknown to them, Alessa, Eileen, and the others felt it.

"Henry, we only have one more shot!" Walter told him, and the brunet grimaced. From behind them, though, someone came.

"I'll distract him long enough to give you time to hit him," said Pyramid Head as he approached them.

"Pyramid Head!" Henry exclaimed. "Are you willing to do this? You're injured."

"…I'll be all right," he replied. "It is the least I can do for you all. Besides, you won't have another chance after this one, so it must count."

After a moment Henry nodded. "Alright. We'll be ready."

Pyramid Head went off towards the God and Harry, who was watching him from high up. "…Stone… He doesn't really believe he can make a difference, does he?"

Pyramid Head looked up at Harry and dropped the Great Knife. He spread his arms out and called out, "Harry Mason! If you desire to kill me, do it now and do it quickly!"

Harry, stone-faced, motioned at Pyramid Head silently. The God wrapped its grotesque fingers around him and lifted him into the air, slowly squeezing. Harry walked over to the edge of the goat skull and studied Pyramid Head. "Your death will be in vain, you do know… The only reason I decided to humor your futile attempt to distract me was to have you seen how little of a difference it would make."

"It doesn't matter to me any longer. They will defeat you, and I have no more reason to go on."

"…I will grant you your wish, then." The God proceeded to snap Pyramid Head in half like a twig, but before it could he shouted to Henry and Walter.

"Do it now!"

"No!" Harry bellowed as Pyramid Head was broken in two and the cannon fired. The beam headed straight for the God, and Harry shot out an arm, and the God mimicked. The blast was split in two, but while one of the halves was diverted and sent away, another tore into the God's torso. Harry staggered back, but held his ground as the God let Pyramid Head's corpse fall. Henry and Walter quickly escaped as another lightning blast shot down at them. What was left of the Stongertron was fried.

"Walter, let's go!" Henry cried and they both ran towards the God, evading lightning bolts and the like as they went.

---

James was lost in the remains of the Happy Burger, half-conscious. 'I'm dying…' he thought, and half of his face was caked with sticky, dried blood. A piece of rubble was covering his legs and keeping him down. He groaned, and closed his eyes.

"James, are you just going to give up?" He opened his eyes and saw Frank standing to his left. He was translucent and with a bluish tint, but he was still there.

"Dad?" James choked, and across from Frank James Stone appeared, freed from his guise as Pyramid Head.

"They all need you, James. They aren't capable of defeating the Lord without your help."

"…But… what can I do?" James asked, and between Frank and Stone Mary appeared.

"You can do a lot, James," she said, and held her hand out. "You just need some help to get up on your feet."

He stared at her hand and then looked up at her face. "Mary…" He slowly nodded and took her hand. The, using all of his strength, he pushed the rubble off of himself and stood up, grabbing his Steel Pipe as he did so.

The three of them were gone, but he wasn't bothered by it. James looked ahead. "I'm not dead yet."

---

The God raised a giant foot and slammed down on the street, splitting it in half as Henry and Walter moved around it. Henry jumped onto its ankle and hung on for dear life as he was shook around. A hand reached down and plucked him off. It jerked him up and closed a fist around him. Henry screamed in agony as the God tightened its grip on him.

"Henry!" Walter yelled, and Harry heard.

"Walter Sullivan…?" He giggled. "You have been quite the annoyance!" He raised his right arm, and the God did the same, and then brought it down forcefully. Another bolt of crimson lightning struck down at Walter, but he held up his pipe and managed to hold it off. He slowly edged his pipe downwards and, with it, the lightning. With a final tug he brought the pipe down, and the lightning hit the ground and propelled him upwards to Harry's altitude. He somersaulted from the jump to reach Harry when suddenly a second bolt hit him. Walter was shot away by it and he landed several miles away.

Harry shook his head disappointedly and then continued to squeeze the life out of Henry Townshend. A sharp pain in his left foot stopped him, though. The God winced from the attack, and so did Harry, and he looked down to see James, wielding Pyramid Head's Great Knife, slashing at the God's leg. Harry growled and summoned another lightning bolt via the God, but as it was about to strike him something dashed out of the darkness and deflected the bolt back at the colossus.

The lightning shredded the God, incinerating its legs and a chunk of its shoulder, as well as one of its horns. It crashed onto the ground, with Harry standing still atop its goat skull head. "Cheryl… I should have known that wouldn't have been quite enough to kill you…"

"Yeah, you should've," Heather said while Henry shuffled over to them, rubbing his buttocks.

"That's going to leave me sore for awhile…" He was ignored for the most part.

Harry chuckled and raised a hand. "So, now what? Will you kill me?"

"Obviously," she replied, and Harry shrugged.

"…I would have been proud of you in another time, I'm sure," Harry said quietly. "But now we are on opposing sides, and this conflict will never find a resolution until one of us meets their end."

"I agree with you." Heather turned to Henry and James. "Would you guys mind leaving this to me?"

The two of them exchanged uneasy glances and then looked up at Harry. They nodded reluctantly. "That's fine," James stated. "Just be careful."

"I will, don't worry."

She faced Harry and both of them drew their Steel Pipes. Harry smiled. Heather didn't. Harry raised a hand. Heather brought her pipe up. One of the God's arms flew out at her. Harry leapt down to her to attack. Heather avoided the arm. She lunged at Harry. And then…

They were both still after the final set of attacks. Heather lost her grasp on her pipe and fell to her knees, cupping her previous wound as blood spilled over her hand. Harry let out a short laugh, blood beginning to stream from his mouth. "That's… my girl… beautiful little… Cheryl…" He coughed out blood and fell to the ruined street, crimson pooling around him.

Heather slowly crawled over to him and cradled his dead body, tears falling from her eyes in great gushes. "Dad… Daddy… It was you in the end, wasn't it? Why, then? Why did you do it?"

Henry and James watched the scene without saying a word, and when Heather broke down completely and cried until she couldn't cry anymore, James went to her and placed a hand on her shoulder. "Hey, let's go home."

She did not look up at him at first, but she wiped the tears away and nodded. "Yeah… you're right." Heather stood and faced the two of them. "Let's go."

---

As they neared the entrance of the town, and with the sun on their backs, they saw Walter lying on his back, admiring the sky.

"Walter?" Henry asked, and the blond glanced at them.

"You three can go on ahead. I'd like to stay here just a bit longer."

They looked at him for a moment, and Henry nodded. "Stay as long as you want. This is a resort town, isn't it?"

"Yeah, it is," James said, and he sighed. "That's it, then, right? The end of the story?"

"Yep," Heather answered, and then walked ahead of them. Henry clasped James on the shoulder companionably.

"You know what time it is now, James?" he asked, and the dirty-blond shook his head. "It's pudding-time!" At this James earnestly laughed.

"You know, that's not a bad idea, Henry, not a bad idea at all."

OMG TEH 5T0RY5 OVAR OMG!1111!11!1!11

James stood over the charred remains of South Ashfield Heights. The breeze hit his face and he relished it. He hunkered down and picked up a piece of rubble, running his thumb over it. He'd grown up here practically, and in that sense it was his home, a home full of memories of people who were no longer here. And that was when James realized what he held in his hand might be what remained of one of the tenants who had been unfortunate enough to be caught in the flames of Maria's psychotic arson streak.

"What are we doin' here?" Laura asked from behind him, and James smiled at him.

"It may seem like just an old, rundown apartment building to you, Laura, but this place… I think I might just rebuild it."

"What?" she whined, and walked over beside him. "I don't want to grow up in an apartment building, James!"

He laughed and ruffled up her hair. Surprisingly, she didn't rebel.

---

"And that's how you aim correctly," Eileen told Child Walter—who from this point will be known as Wally—as they walked out of the restroom and headed into the den of Room #203 of North Ashfield Heights. Henry was busy adjusting a photograph on the wall when he shuddered.

'No… must resist…' But the temptation was too powerful. He made a mad dash for the refrigerator, where Eileen kept her own stash of pudding, but she tackled him to the floor and struggled to hold him down. "Eileen, please, I need it! I need it!"

"No, Henry, you don't! You have to fight it!" She wrestled him for another minute or so before he finally gave up. They got up and Henry tore his gaze away from the refrigerator.

"It's so hard, Eileen…"

"I know, I know," she consoled and rubbed the area between his shoulder blades. That's when Wally pointed at the door, horrified.

"…There are chains on the door."

"What?" They looked at the entrance door and saw the chains interlocking and crossing in front of it. Henry shook his head. "This is a pretty sick joke on Walter's part…"

"I guess we should go check if the hole's there, then," Eileen said, and Henry shrugged.

"It's not that urgent, in any case. I'm an expert at exploring holes, I mean, after all I've been through."

Eileen looked at him slyly, her hair falling across her face seductively. "Is that so?" Her hands wandered over his chest and grasped his shirt collar. "How about you show me…?"

Henry glanced at her and the chains uneasily. "But, Eileen, what about the chains? Shouldn't we-,"

"You just said it wasn't that urgent… Besides, don't you want to get some practice before you go and explore those holes?" She led him into the hallway and into the bedroom, swinging the door shut as she did so. Wally looked at the chains for the last time before going to the pantry and fetching the Cheez-Its.

---

"I've never had a Happy Burger meal, did you know that, Walter?" Alessa inquired as they walked through the second floor hallway of North Ashfield Heights. She was taking great big bites out of it, and Walter grinned.

"Well, I'm glad you are now. Just make the most out of it, because I don't know when I'll be able to find some type of job… and don't call me Walter anymore; I'm Sydney now, remember?"

"Oh yeah… sorry," she said while stifling a giggled and appraising him. He'd trimmed his hair a bit, shaved, cleaned up, and exchanged his navy coat for a long, brown one.

They stopped in front of Room #203, and Walter knocked several times. He waited some moments, but the door did not open. "Hey, Henry, you in there?" he called. "It's Alessa and me. We decided to come and see how you were doing."

No response. He tugged at the doorknob and then moved away. "They're probably out somewhere," Alessa said, and Walter nodded.

"You're most likely right," he said, and then smiled at her before starting back the other way down the hallway. "…But it's not like I chained their door again for laughs. I'm not that sick. Besides, I've lost my powers as far as that is concerned."

As they went, a red Post-It note floated down the hallway behind them.

---

Heather set the bouquet down beside the gravestone, tracing the letters of the epitaph with her fingers. 'Dad… Goodbye.'

"You okay, Heather?" Douglas asked from his car as he waited near the street. Heather looked back in his direction and nodded before walking back down to the vehicle, giving the headstone one last, meaningful look as she did so.

I guess that's it, then. Now I have only one thing to say…

…See you again!

(Insert your favorite credits music.)

…

Half an hour after the group departed from Silent Hill for good, Smankhee entered its domain. His weary eyes darted from side-to-side frantically. "Where are you, you stupid little lemon-pie-eating rats?" he shouted to the winds, ripping his shirt open to reveal a plate of platinum with a crater in its center.

No response came to him, and he trudged into the town.

Meanwhile, a robed man was investigating the remains of the Lord's tower, holding a cell phone to his ear under his hood. "…Of course, Mr. Wesker, I've taken the appropriate measures… Silent Hill has been contained temporarily…" the man said into the phone when he felt something press into the back of his head.

"I'd like to use your phone, sir." The robed man slowly put his phone away, and then put his hands into the air.

"What a surprise, it seems my phone is dead…" He twirled away, revolvers already in his hands as he faced his guest. It was a man dressed in a red coat, and on his head was a mop of silver hair. Underneath his coat was all black.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't Dante? You're late, devil hunter; all the demons here have been vanquished."

"Really?" Dante shrugged as he aimed his own handguns at the man. "I suppose you'll have to suffice, whoever-,"

"Who the hell are you people?" Dante looked back to see Smankee approaching them, his guns drawn. The two blinked at him as he blinked back. "You two imbeciles haven't happened to have seen a group of even bigger imbeciles, would you?"

"Can't say I have," Dante responded, and he edged one of his firearms in the mobster's direction. The robed man did the same, and Smankhee tittered.

"Come on, guys!" He brought his magnums out in a flash and it was nothing more, nor nothing less of a deadlock. They remained like this for some time, each of them gauging each other.

"So, who's going to move first?"

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