Sabbatical: Heinkel

Heading Up To The Spirit In The Sky

Disclaimer: Konami owns Silent Hill. Kohta Hirano owns Iscariot. This is just for fun please don't sue.

Note: Anything in Italics is Heinkel speaking in German.

"So, you some kinda priest or something?" The scraggly man in the trenchcoat asked Heinkel.

"Yes, I am a servant of God." Heinkel said staring out the window at the car in front of them. The two girls had insisted that they take separate cars for Ôsafety reasons'. She supposed it sounded like a good idea. Incase they were attacked one party could come to rescue the other.

"Heh. Don't know if God is gonna be much help where we're going. That townÉ" Douglas just shook his head.

"God can be found even in the most vile of places. As long as there is some good, God will be there." A long pause. "You talk as if you don't believe

Douglas sighed. "I haven't believed in God for a long time. First my sonÉ" The old man shook his head, Heinkel didn't ask, it seemed to be a sensitive subject for the again detective. "Then later there was this case I had some time ago, missing kid case. He was an altar boyÉI think you can figure out the rest.

Heinkel just took out a small black book and a pen. "What was his name?

"Father Jeremy Darron. Doesn't matter, the bastard's dead anyways. Mob hit or something." Douglas spat the name out with venom.

Heinkel flipped through her small book. About midway through she found what she was looking for. A red line through the name Darron, J, and her signature next to it along with a date. A grim smile on her face as she snapped the book shut. "Those creatures that do that are not of God. They are foul perversions sent by the devil to sow discord into the church.

"I suppose soÉ" Douglas took the turn off to Lake Toluca when he snapped his fingers. "Oh yeah, Cheryl wanted you to look at something. It's in the glove compartment.

Heinkel popped it open and proceeded to dig around in it. After sorting through boxed and loose bullets, a few half melted candy bars, the registration of the car she found it. A small white disk with a design in red on it. The pattern was a triangle inside two circles. Heinkel's eyes widened in shock as she realized what she was actually holding in her hand. "The Seal of Metatron. Where did you get this?!" She said grabbing Douglas' collar.

"Watch it Lady!" Douglas said keeping the car from going over an embankment. Regaining the road and his composure. "Cheryl says she got it off this fellow named Leonard, she was told it would help her stop Claudia." Another name filled with venom. "It didn't do a damn thing though.

Heinkel could only nod as she stared at the small disk in her hand. Of course Cheryl wouldn't be able to use it. Tainted as she was by that foul being that was inside her, she could never have the purity needed to use it properly.

"Who's this Metatron anyway? He anything like Sameal or this ÔGod' that they're talking about?

Heinkel resisted the urge to slap the man, reminding herself that, although ignorant, he was helping destroy an unholy obscenity. "Nein, Metatron is the highest of Seraphim. The voice of God.

"Oh, so he's an angel or something?

Heinkel gritted her teeth again at the old man's astounding ignorance and nodded.

"Well then if that's his seal why didn't he help stop Claudia? I mean I don't know much about religion," Heinkel scoffed at the understatement. "But wouldn't stopping this cult be high on his Ôto do' list?

Heinkel just stared at Douglas who was still focused on the road. She put her head in her hands and sighed. This was going to be a very, very long five hours.

"Can we trust her?" Cheryl asked her companion as they drove towards Lake Toulca and the town of Silent Hill. "I mean, she seemsÉoff.

Cybil sighed. "Heinkel is a little off. She's a zealot for God and the church. I figured why not fight fire with fire? Also she's a far better shot than all of us put together,

Cheryl's hand gripped around the pipe she was carrying with her. She didn't really know why she like having it around, but something about it was comforting. Maybe it was the rust on it in the shape of a triangle in a circle. Maybe it was the four sets of carved initials in it, H.M., J.S., H.T., and H.M. the last one was her own, back when she was still Heather. Maybe it was the dried blood from the skulls of those hideous things, or how when they saw it they backed away in fear. Something about this simple pipe was comforting, made her feel strong. "I'm just worried about her. They way she looked at me when we explained how that thing was living inside me." A long pause. "What if she thought that that thing had come back? What if it does come back?

"Then she would kill you." Cybil said so quickly and with such finality as if she was stating an absolute truth.

Another long pause. "Good.

"Don't talk like that Cheryl, if it happens again we'll just us-

"The Aglophosis? Where? Moth-Dahlia destroyed most of it, Dad used some to save you, Dr. Kaufman used it to stop Dahlia, and then Dad used the rest to make that locket. We are all out of it and without it, if that thing comes backÉI don't want to live if that means I bring that thing into the world.

A third pause, the lake had come into view now. It was only two more hours until they entered the mist that surrounded the city.

"We'll find some more then, Kaufman was a paranoid bastard. He probably hid bottles all over town.

"I hope so.

Heinkel's mouth dropped open and her eyes bugged out. The first reason was that as the lake came into view she immediately knew that however foul the three described this town, they had been utterly understating it. She could feel the foul revulsion from this place, destroying the cult wasn't enough. Not for this place, she wanted to blow it off the map.

The second reason was that, on top of the fact that she was holding what could be argued as one of the more powerful relics of the church, the old man had also mentioned what they had used to stop the demons that had possessed them. "Aglaophosis? Are you absolutely SURE that's vhat it vas?

Douglas nodded. "Thick red goopy stuff, or that little red pebble Cheryl used. You know what that stuff is?

Heinkel could only sit there dumbly in shock. Aglaophosis, the blood of Christ himself, had been found in this putrid obscenity. To cap it all off these three had managed to use it properly to expel demons. If things like this could be found here. She half imagined Maxwell's face when she returned from her Sabbatical with the Seal of Metatron AND Aglaophosis. Obviously God had sent her here to recover these holy artifacts from this foul place, and help these three valiant, if confused, souls destroy it. Truly this was God's work, she was almost anticipating entering this obscenity.

As Douglas and Cybil cleaned their weapons Cheryl took the time to give Heinkel a map of Silent Hill and a few other locations. "These are maps to the two hospitals, I think we need to go to both of them. Alchemica has been closed for seventeen years but that's where Kaufman worked so if he hid Aglaophosis anywhere else we should be able to find something there. Brookhaven probably doesn't have anything we desperately need, but Leonard may have stashed something away. The church is our next stop butÉ" Cheryl handed Heinkel a hand drawn map. "The church is there and it'sÉnowhereÉyou'll see if we have to go there.

So Douglas and I will go check out Brookhaven since we've been there before. Cybil will take you to Alchemica, please be careful.

"Vhy are ve splitting up? I mean if ve're hunting these blasphemous pagans then should ve stick together?

Cybil shook her head. "Did you see that mist outside? This town is alive, and it's smart. Divide and conquer.

Cheryl snapped her fingers. "Thanks for reminding me! Sister Heinkel, are there any traumatic memories you can remember? This is VERY important.

A long pause. "Nein.

"Good because this town like to customize visits. One last thing," Cheryl said grabbing the pipe, Douglas and Cybil getting up their weapons prepped. "If you hear a siren, run. We'll all try to meet back here in five hours. If you aren't back by an hour after that, then we assume you're dead." The trio left.

Heinkel stood alone in the apartment. Other than the normal hotel items there were four strange things on the bed. The first was a notepad, Cybil had written a short note and signed it. The next was a small, square, bright red piece of paper, Douglas had signed it. The third was that nasty circle design on a pillowcase, Cheryl had held this, starting at it, before she left. The last item was a bible, the seal of Metatron on the cover. Heinkel didn't know why these things were there. She hadn't seen them when she came in, none of the others brought them, but they all seemed to justÉfit.

She picked up the bible and signed her name inside the cover. She didn't know exactly why she had to do that, but that it was important. She dropped the bible back onto the bed, checked her gun and opened the door and entered the mist.

"CybilÉCybil vere are you?" This was disturbing she had seen the ex-cop standing out there waiting for her. Now there just was a long red streak staining the parking lot of the hotel and footprints of two people running after it. The two sets of prints were Cybil's and the old man's. This was mildly disturbing. The fact that Heinkel hadn't heard a sound of what appeared to be a violent struggle, the shell casings on the ground proving this theory, from within the apartment was fairly disturbing. What was EXTREMLY disturbing was that, if her watch was right, she had spent two hours inside the hotel room since the others had left.

The nice organized plan of search and destroy shot to Hell, Heinkel decided to follow the trail her companions left. As she rounded the turn on the street at the gas station she discovered more gun casings and two more drag marks. This does not bode well, Heinkel thought as she picked up the bright red radio. Cheryl had been carrying it she remembered. It was broken apparently, but the engraving of the seal of Metatron on the battery case panel assured her that it was important.

As she followed the trails, that seemed to lead to Brookhaven, the radio crackled on with a faint static. At the same time Heinkel saw a figure walking, no lurching, around the road up ahead. She pulled out one of her guns and approached the figure as the radio static got louder and louder. Heinkel gasped as the figure came into view. "MEIN GOTT!!!!

It had no arms, no that was incorrect, it had arms but they were fused to its face as if it was trying to claw its eyes out on its featureless face. It walked on human legs and lurched around in aÉsaunter would be the best word. The most disturbing thing though was the proboscis coming out of its mouth. It was a foot and a half of stained grey metal tube, about three inches wide in diameter. There was a light flickering from deep inside the pipe, going on and off again rapidly. The creature also made a sound, a rapid clicking noise, Heinkel knew exactly what it was, the sound of a roll of film snapping around as it spun around a

"Projektor," She didn't know why she took a step back from it. Get away from me! Get away from me!!!! She was hysteric, stand there screaming as the thing advanced. Then when it was three feet away from her it stopped, and suddenly out from the tube came a spike jutting out trying to puncture her skull.

The attack snapped her out of her fear as she dodged. She took her gun and screaming emptied the clip into the thing. When it hit the ground she proceeded to kick and stomp the thing into a bloody mess.

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The little girl smiled as she entered the theater. She knew it was late but this was her special place. They were also showing one of her favorite scary movies, the one with the little girl that threw up pea soup. She thought it was funny, she tried to do that once but it messed up her pretty long hair Father and Daddyboth got mad.

She settled down in the dark theater as the old film projector clicked to life. She loved the movies. She had seen this one three times already. The priests were her favorite characters. So brave when facing down that scary girl, she shrieked in gleeful fear as her head spun around wildly.

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As she entered Brookhaven the only word in her mind was purge. Burn this horrid town to the ground. Her train of though was interrupted as the radio began to wail with static and that horrid clicking sound grew nearer. As three Projectors approached she took out her gun and began to count. These creatures would NOT be allowed to exist, they were an affront to God.

"1!" The bullet slid down the tube and literally blew the creature's head off its shoulders.

"2!" The second shot tore through the mid section of one of the creatures and it collapsed twitching horridly as red blood seeped from the hole in its stomach.

"3!" The last shot impacted into the point on the skull where flesh met metal. The lump of flesh that hit the ground was a twisted mess of grey matter and twisted metal.

Heinkel, feeling much better, marched past the things when something glimmered around the neck of the second, still twitching, creature. A swift kick to put it out of its misery and she grabbed the object off its neck. It was a crucifix, a rather ornate one that would be found around the neck of a stereotypical Hispanic Catholic woman. The staff of the crucifix was shaped oddly, like a key. ÔWhy was this around one of these thing's neck?' Heinkel thought to herself as she pocketed the crucifix and proceeded into the bowels of the hospital.

Three floors and a basement of broken locks later Heinkel climbed the stairs to try to access the roof. She had encountered a few more projectors on the way and had disposed of them, she took extreme pleasure in stomping on their heads when they were down. The reason was of course that these demons had to be purged from the world. Ah but there is a second reason isn't there? You just don't want to remember do you?' Her mind rang back at her as she tried to open the door. It was locked, big surprise, no doors seemed to work in this place. Out of sheer curiosity she tried to inset the end of the crucifix into the lock. It fit perfectly, she swung open the door and walked onto the roof.

Her feet slightly stuck to the ground as she walked out onto the roof, the horrid smell of artificial butter filling her nostrils making her gag. She had caught up to the others. They had been tied up and bound in chairs on the roof. On the ground was a huge painting of that three circle inside two circles design. Each person was placed in the center of one of the central circles. They were all unconscious but, from what she could tell, still breathing.

"Heinkel Wulf, heh, wonder if you're any relation." A soft, dry, male voice said from the darkness surrounding the roof. "I always thought religious hitmen died out after the Inquisition. Shows what I know." A small little laugh.

"Where are you? Show yourself!" Heinkel said her feet making little sticking noises as she walked around the rooftop.

"And be shot by you the moment I appear? I think not, I read up on you Sister, amazing what one can find on the Internet these days. I will only come out if you swear upon your God that you will not shoot me.

A long pause. "I swear to nothing! Godless pagans such as yourself are beyond God's mercy and deserve to burn in the deepest reaches of Hell!

The man let out a little laugh at Heinkel's outburst. "It's like I'm talking to Claudia all over again. Well, anyways Sister, I have something you might find interesting.

Heinkel smiled as she fired into the direction the voice was coming from. She granted herself a satisfied smile as she walked towards the hostages. Suddenly a shot rang out and a bullet hit the ground in front of her, she jumped back. "How?!

"A good try Sister, allow me to illuminate on your quandary." One of the electric lights on the fence of the roof clicked on revealing the smoldering remains of a speaker amp. "It seems like my precautions were very prudent. Fool me once and all thatÉbut enough of my reminiscing. James, step forward and show the Sister our little present for her.
From the darkness a man with dirty blond hair and a brown jacket walked into view. His eyes were devoid of any emotion, there was a handgun in his hand pointed at a bottle of red liquid that had to be..

"Aglaophosis?" Heinkel lowered her firearm slightly. Normally she would have killed the sinner as soon as he came into view but the risk of losing the precious fluid was not acceptable.

"I see you know about our town's second most popular product, that'll make things easy. Here's the deal, you get the Aglaophosis, and you can even kill James here, and all I ask of you is to leave. Forget about these three, forget about this town. Just turn around and go back to Italy.

Heinkel thought about it. On one hand she could get out of this nightmare town and return with two very powerful holy artifacts, as for these three, she would make sure that their deeds were honored. On the other hand, she would be doing what this pagan bastard wanted, and what good was a holy artifact if it was bought from Satan? Also if she let them here to their fates they wouldn't just be killed by these foul creatures but used for their unholy acts. That was no fate any Christian deserved, and Cybil and Cheryl, and even Douglas to a small degree, were followers of the one true faith and deserved a pure death. Finally if the pagans got their way who knew what they would do, the Ghouls and FREAKs were bad enough, the thought of projectors roaming the streets of Italy sent sick shivers up her spine.

"I shall not sell my soul to you foul perversions!" She fired several bullets at James but none hit their mark. They were all stopped right before they hit him by, what looked to her like, a red blur that looked humanoid but it was moving too fast to make out anything beyond that.

The voice over the speakers spread over the roof laughed again. "Brother James is the favored disciple of Juchiburra.

"Is that the name of your foul perversion?

"What? Oh nonono, God is nothing like Juchiburra. She is compassionate and loving, not like that savage severe brute.

Heinkel just shook her head in awe and disgust. "I will destroy you and burn this obscenity of a town to the ground. I will make sure that every last one of you is burning in Hell along with these demons you worship.

"If I had a nickel for every time I heard thatÉ" Another small laugh that caused Heinkel to grate her teeth in anger. "Well if you're so dead certain to purge us of our sin then by all means come to our church. It looks very nice now that we rebuilt it. It's just past the amusement park. It's a bit of a walk, but it's nearer than Heaven." The voice said very amused with himself.

Heinkel shot out one of the remaining speakers out of rage. She tried again to kill James, Aglaophosis be damned, but had no success as the demon guarding the man protected him. "DON'T YOU DARE SPEAK OF HEAVEN YOU SATANIC LAP DOG!!!

"Such fervor for your faith. You would fit right in with everyone else here. You know I'm glad you've decided to come to Church. We're doing communion today, and we're always willing to take in any lost lambs. After all God forgives everyone, She even forgives heretics." The voice stopped followed by the sound of a microphone clicking off.

There are five things you should never ever call Heinkel Wulf. Numbers five through three are the typical terms that one should never call women. Number two is to call her a Nazi, Heinkel Wulf has fought members of Millennium and does not wish to ever, ever be even remotely compared to those creatures. The first, and most foremost word that one should never call Heinkel Wulf is heretic. Needless to say she was a bit put out. Of course saying that she was consumed by a zealous homicidal fury of the deepest fires of Hell utterly focused upon the extremely slow and painful death of the man on the speakers, would be to say that every once in a while it is a little nippy in Antarctica.

Heinkel went silent as she took out both of her guns and pointed them at James. Her breathing had become calmed and her eyes had taken on the appearance of someone certifiable. She was about to let loose the Lord's, and her own, fury into the person in front of her when a piercing wail of a siren began. It got louder and louder digging into Heinkel's skull making her drop her weapons and press her hands over her ears. It got louder and louder to the point where Heinkel dropped to her knees and blacked out. The last thing she heard before blackness over took her was that sinner's voice.

"Welcome to Paradise Sister.