Silent Hill: Coldheart
Chapter Three: Harry
Sharon jolts awake in a diner. Feeling and looking at herself. She finds that her coat and jacket have been removed, leaving her in a tank top. More suspiciously, there was no trace of frostbite or claw marks. There was, however, one bite mark where one of the ice babies bit deeply into her skin, as if only to say, "it was real."
"How do you feel?" A familiar voice asks. Sharon turns to the voice, finding it belongs to the cop from earlier.
"I feel like I just got run over by a truck." Sharon answers. "Aren't you the purse cop from earlier?"
"Yep. My name's Harry Bennett. I'm from Brahms, the next town over."
"I'm Sharon Shepard, from South Ashfield." Sharon says. "But I was originally from here."
"You were born in Silent Hill?" Harry asks. He reaches into his bag and pulls out a thick binder. It was purple and "Silent Hill" was written on the spine. He flipped to some pages and started writing down something. "When did you leave?"
"1982." Sharon answered. "What are you doing?"
"Hm?" He stops writing. "Oh, sorry, I'm just fascinated with Silent Hill." He closes the binder. "My mom, Cybil, would tell me stories about this place. They were horror stories, but I loved them. I always thought of her like a badass hero."
"Horror stories?" Sharon asks. "But this is a resort town." She decides to play dumb.
"I'll explain, just let me finish." He says, miffed. "As I grew up, I believed in her stories less and less. Until she died, that is..."
"It's alright, but she left me the book that changed everything." He pulls out a book titled: "Quiet Valley" by Harrold Mason. He pulls off the dust jacket and points to the portrait on the end flap. "My mom always said she named me after the man who helped her in Silent Hill, but until she gave me this book, I never knew he really existed." He hands Sharon the jacket. "Mom never told me Harry's last name, so I couldn't look him up." Sharon looked at Harry Mason's face, it was pretty generic, in fact it was the same face as the one in the frozen hospital. Sharon read the synopsis on the other flap. It read: "A young man searching for his daughter, struggling to exist in a place between reality and hell. A town hiding gruesome, dark secrets. Follow a trail of blood and mutilation to snatch a loved one from the clutches of a demonic power. Enter an alternate dimension where death is no escape. Welcome to the madness that is Quiet Valley..." "Quiet Valley is obviously supposed to be Silent Hill. I tried to find him, to talk to him about Silent Hill, but he died 17 years ago." He paused for a moment. "I was able to find his daughter, Heather, and that interview is what eventually led me here."
"You're a nutcase, man." Sharon hands back the dust jacket.
"I know this all seems more than a little far-fetched." He puts his stuff away and stands up. "But I can help you find your son."
"No," She declines. "Especially since you went through my stuff."
"Fair enough, your stuff is on the counter, and do please try to get out of here as soon as possible." He leaves the diner, jogging into the fog.
What a weirdo, still...
She rubs the bitemark on her shoulder. When she walks over to her stuff, she hears a beeping noise. She walks towards it and finds that it's a thermometer. The temperature blinks at 31.65°F before rapidly dropping. Her breath becomes more and more apparent. Clashing sounds could be heard, getting louder and louder. She turns towards the sound, and sees a horrifying creature come out of the kitchen. The creature was humanoid in appearance. Its head was flat and wide, with a comically large smile plastered across its face. The fingers of the figure were curled inwards unnaturally, and, despite the creature imposing an authorative stance, it was shorter than Sharon.
Sharon reached for her gun, only to remember that it was still with the rest of her stuff...
...On the other end where the monster was.
Bracing herself, she ran to the other side. The monster ran right at her and used his fingers to whip her across the face. Sharon got past, but the creature was on a warpath, chasing her down. Barely feeling her own fingers, she grabs her gun and shoots the creature in the face several times before it goes down. The thermometer starts beeping again as the temperature goes back to 31.65°F. Sharon puts her stuff back on, surprised that Harry let her keep the crowbar, and looks at the thermometer. After spending a small amount of time thinking, she clips it to her sleeve, and walks out of the diner.