Hurr durr, another chapter! We're getting closer to the climax of the story, so be patient. :D I personally hope this chapter helps satisfy the Henry/Walter fangirl in you!

Silent Hill doesn't be- Yeah, I've said it a million times.


Henry stirred a bit, sqeezing his eyes closed. Whoever was speaking to him, he didn't exactly feel like responding back. His head hurt...

"Receiver. Listen to me." The voice commanded him sternly.

He let his eyes open slightly, gazing around himself. But all he saw was darkness - everywhere. Not one speck of light. Where the hell was he?

"You can longer deny your part in this, Receiver. You will share my message with The Order."

"Who...who are you...?" Henry whispered out, not knowing which direction to turn to. "What do you mean 'message'"?

"You should already know who I am...and may I say, Receiver, I'm not happy with the way you've been treating my son." The voice softened a bit, but still held the overwhelming authority in it.

"Y...Your son?" Henry let the puzzle pieces fall into place, eyes widening with realization. "You're The...The Holy're real..."

"Yes, I am." The woman's voice replied soothingly. "Let me show you, Receiver, just how real I am."

Henry waited in silence, unable to process the flurry of thoughts running through his mind. Then the woman began to speak, and the sound was like honey running in his veins.


Walter watched as Henry became more and more animated in his sleep. It began with simple changes in his facial features, fist a look of annoyance, then one of confusion. Finally his face melted into a look of pure serenity, as if nothing in the world could harm him.

What is he dreaming about? Walter thought anxiously. He'd watched over Henry all night, waiting for the moment whenever he would wake up and he could survey the damage.

Walter jumped a little once he saw Henry's eyes begin to flutter. He leaned forward, watching as the brunette slowly opened his eyes, taking in the room around him.

"Am I awake?" Henry asked softly.

Walter nodded. "Henry? Are you okay?"

Henry turned his head to the right a little, gazing at Walter. "I'm fine." Walter half expected to hear the venemous tone, but instead Henry's voice was...calm. "Why, is something wrong?"

"No, I..." Walter leaned back slightly form Henry, surveying his appearence. The tense posture Henry usually kept whenever Walter came close to him like this was long gone, replaced by pure, utter comfort. Just what had the ritual done to him? "Do you remember anything that happened last night?"

The brunette ran a hand through his tousled hair, sighing. "A little...some people came in here, and they took me to this room. It had The Halo of the Sun painted on the floor, and there were candles everywhere...but after that, everything just sort of goes blank." Henry lowered his eyes, staring at the bedsheets. "Did something happen?"

Walter felt heavily reluctant to answer Henry's question, unable to predict what his reaction would be. He has a right to know... "The Order...they performed a...ritual on you, Henry. One that would allow you to...receive Mother's words." It wasn't the whole truth, but Walter considered it was enough.

"Oh." The sacrament said simply. "Oh. I...I suppose it didn't hurt much...I feel fine, I guess."

"Good." Walter exhaled, leaning his head back and staring at the ceiling.

"But...But I had this dream..." Henry added, voice lowering into a whisper. "There was this woman. She called me 'Receiver', like you did. She told me...things. I recognized some of the stuff she talked about. Like you...and what you did." With this, Walter leaned forward once more, anxious to hear more from Henry. "She talked about The 21 Sacraments, and everyone else...Cynthia, Jasper, Richard, and...Eileen. She spoke a lot about Eileen, but its so fuzzy...I can't remember..." Henry covered his head with his hands.

"What's wrong?" The blonde asked, concerned.

"My head is killing me...just thinking about it hurts..."

Walter watched as Henry hissed in pain, fingers tugging slightly at the strands of brown hair. Hesitantly, he reached out with both hands. Henry looked up just in time to see him. "I can don't mind, do you?"

It would be a lie to say that he wasn't surprised whenever Henry nodded his approval. He placed his fingertips on Henry's temples, closing his eyes. The feeling that flooded through Henry was one of complete ease. It was like warm water running over him, distracting his mind from the pain. His headache began receding bit by bit as the feeling completely engulfed him. Walter opened his eyes, hands retreating from Henry's head.

"All better?" The blonde asked.

Henry nodded. "How did you do that? That was...amazing...sort of."

Walter smiled, green eyes brightening. "Mother empowers me, Henry. I cannot be harmed. And since we share the same bond with her, I can heal you as well." Henry didn't add anything, as something else gained his attention. The brunette sank back, staring blankly at the wall. "Henry?"

"I just remembered something..." The sacrament spoke quietly. But as soon as Walter expected him to tell him what, the brunette shook his head. "Nevermind. It's not important."

"Are you sure? You can tell me." Walter urged him, but Henry merely shook his head again. "If you ever wana talk about it..."

"It's fine. I promise." Henry pushed himself out of the bed, stretching once he stood up. "Did I miss the lesson with Rosalie today?"

Walter stared at Henry, baffled that he'd worry about something like that. He finally shook himself out of his daze. "Yes. It's late in the evening. You've been asleep for a long time."

"Will she mind?" Henry went to the closet, sorting through the clothes.

"No, of course not. I've already explained the situation to her." Walter approached Henry from behind. "Do you need any help?"

The brunette turned around, holding a stack of clothes. "No, that's fine. I...need to take a shower. Clear my head."

Walter stepped out of Henry's way, letting him walk past him to the door. He followed Henry out into the hallway and watched as he disappeared into the bathroom. Having nothing else to do while Henry showered, he entered the living room and took a seat on the couch, waiting and thinking. He said he was fine. Walter thought to himself, resting his chin on his hands. But...he's acting strange...not right...he's not angry with me. He doesn't get tense whenver I'm around him anymore...It's as if he's completely forgotten everything that has happened over the course of this event. Walter struggled with himself, trying to decide if the change was for the better. He secretly enjoyed then fact that Henry was less poisonous to him, but at the same time the thought unnerved him. It was unnatural.

He decided that he'd let time answer that question instead of becoming agitated over the matter.


"Do you believe the ritual was a success, Edward?" Elizabeth sat at her desk in her office, scanning through a book. Edward sat opposite of her, watching the woman work.

"I strongly believe it worked. Once The Receiver gains conciousness, the effects should take place. Not to mention, The Holy Mother should begin speaking through him."

Elizabeth looked up, icy blue eyes framed by strands of long, dark hair. "And on Walter's part?"

Edward smirked. "He shouldn't voice too much complaint once he sees the changes for himself."

"Yes, you're right. He has had a lot of trouble trying to convert Henry. It should be naught but a simple task now. Then once we gather information on how to awaken The Holy Mother, we can finally bring forth Paradise." The aged woman sighed contently, a smile spreading on her lips. "It's so close now, I can already see it. All this waiting is making me anxious."

"You are not the only one, Elizabeth. Just a little more patience..." Edward stood up from the chair, smmothing his dark jacket down. "I think its time for me to leave now...there's other business that needs tending to within The Valtiel Sect."

"Have a good evening, Edward. And thank you." The man nodded once before closing the door behind him.


"Thank you." Henry said, as he sat down. He reached over for the warm meal that was sitting on the table - Steak, a baked potato, and green beans. "I mean, its better then just sandwiches."

"Your welcome." Walter smiled warmly at him. He took a seat beside Henry, the smaller man not reacting once to how close they were. Walter's arm brushed against Henry's and he half expected him to scoot away, but no. He didn't even pay attention to it and instead kept eating. The blonde grabbed the glass of red wine - something he thought Henry appreciated more then the water - and handed it to him. Henry took the glass with a small smile, taking a drink of it.

For a while, all Walter did was watch Henry eat in finished the whole plate of food and the glass of wine was about half full. Henry sank back into the couch, holding the glass in his hands. "I'm sorry." Walter heard the small apology and turned.

"For what?" He arched a brow. Henry fiddled with the cushions on the couch, eyes becoming sad. Walter reached forward, placing his hand on Henry's arm. "Henry..."

"In my dream...she said I didn't treat you right. I think maybe she was right..." The brunette turned, emerald meeting emerald. "I was...selfish."

" weren't." Walter replied, voice soft. "You have every right to hate me."

"I don't..." Henry took in a breath, steadying himself. "I don't hate you. I...I wanted myself to hate you, but no matter how hard I tried to make myself do it, it never happened." Henry felt his mouth becoming dry, so he paused, taking another sip of the wine. "Truth is...I feel...sorry for you. And what those people did. It wasn't right. None of it was..."

Walter felt his heart seize up, a heavy unexplainable feeling washing over him. Henry felt sorry for him. He didn't hate him...

"You wouldn't believe how much I'd sit and think of a way to end it all without killing you. At first, I was fully committed to the act, but after reading Joseph's diary and having Eileen read all of your diary entries to me, it became hard." Henry laughed, uneasily."I mean, they expected me to feel sorry for you, and yet at the same time, kill you. It made no sense. It was crazy." His voice became dark, low. "Who wouldn't kill for their mother...I know I would."

Walter could find no words that would suit the emotions he was feeling now. So instead, he merely smiled at Henry. But at the last mention of his mother, Walter found a new question bubbling to his lips. "What was your mother like, Henry?"

"My mother? She...she was nice." The sacraments eyes seemed to wander far off, becoming lost in past memories. "I remember for my 14th birthday, she bought me my first professional camera. Of course dad wasn't so happy about it and she caught a lot of heat over it, but she said she didn't mind. She bought me a nice scrapbook to go with it, too. I still have it, but I think I left it back in room 302." Henry frowned, brows furrowing. "I guess I miss her pretty bad."

"She sounds like a really nice mother. A kind person."

Henry smiled proudly. "She was." The brunette set the glass down on the table and sank back further into the couch. "I think...I'm just...really tired." Walter wasn't watching him, but still heard Henry. His mind was off wondering about what Henry said about the scrapbook. Maybe I should get it for him... It was most likely still in room 302, untouched by the tenants of the apartments.

Walter felt a slight pressure on his arm. He looked down, taken by surprise whenever he saw Henry slumped over, head resting there. He was asleep, evident in his deep breathing. Walter merely stared at his serene face, wondering what it was like to be able to sleep so peacefully like that. He hadn't had a single nice dream every since his death 10 years ago.

The blonde snaked an arm around Henry's shoulder, resting his lips on the crown on Henry's head. It wasn't a nice dream, but it was close enough to it. this. It feels right. But don't make the mistake of thinking that Henry's just gonna roll over and let The Order do as they please. He may be a lot more compassionate towards Walter, but his will hasn't been taken away completely. Please review!