He'd been sure to get as far away as he could.
After the nightmarish world he'd been trapped in for god knows how long, Henry had been sure to leave behind Room 302 and its demons. He'd ended it, and never looked back. He'd plunged the last spear into the monstrocity and unloaded the entire magazine of Richard's revolver into the man who had caused him so much pain. The man who had killed 21 people as if it were nothing. The man who had taken his best - and only - friend away; Eileen Galvin.
He'd never forget that blood curdling scream, the high-pitched type of sound like finger-nails scraping against a blackboard. Bloody murder. It made his blood run cold, made him loose the very feeling in his fingers and toes. Eileen was dead.
And the killer stood and laughed at him. Laughed. Henry had never felt so much emotion in his life. A strong mixture of pain, sorrow, and burning anger. He wasn't going to let him live. So he ended it, right then and there. Sent the monster b