-1A/N: Sorry, everyone! This isn't another update of Silent Hearts, but I'm hoping that a new story will help get me past my writer's block. Anyways, this was inspired by the Silent Hill song "Hometown." It takes place in an AU, where Heather has fallen in love and is drawn back to Silent Hill. It's a oneshot currently, but that may change depending on the reviews I get. Also, word in italics are song lyrics. Now, on with the story!
Disclaimer: KE does not own anything except the plot idea.
Hometown
By KOSMOSemulator
"He spoke of tortured souls/so outrageous the toll."
Running. He was panting, short of breath, yet he kept going. Faster and faster, the fog shrouded forest becoming a blur as his speed increased. He was vaguely aware that he shouldn't be able to run this fast, but he didn't care. He had to run, to escape the memories that pursued him. The memories of that place.
That horrible town-Silent Hill.
"You can lose all you have/He refused to give in/to the town that takes all."
No matter how fast he ran, he couldn't forget the nightmare he had lived. He couldn't forget the feel of the ropes that had suspended him from the ceiling of the church, or the lancing pain as the ritual knife had scarred him, etching archaic symbols into his skin. Within the collapsing corridors of his mind, the echoes of his own pained screams reverberated, mixing with monotonous chanting of a monstrous summoning spell.
"Survive/you must have the will/this movie doesn't end/the way we want/all the time."
The eyes, the followed him everywhere. As he bled out the last of his life, he saw them in the consuming darkness. Huge, yellow, and malevolent, they were the eyes of a serpent, a dragon, even a demon. They stared at him, hungry and yearning, until the darkness swallowed him, and he fell into that undiscovered country. And, as he fell, a name escaped his lips:
"Heather."
"Then he shouts at the moon/ "She's gone!" and fear has/ overcome."
Heather, his beautiful blond-haired angel. Why was she dragged into this? He ran harder, hoping to forget the tears she cried as she shouted one final "I love you!" before those monsters sacrificed her for the ritual. He ran, trying to escape the was she had looked, bloodied and broken, when he returned from Death, with the eyes of a demon looking out from his soul.
"He was walking the mile/He was walking alone."
Somehow, mysterious powers had drawn him, pulled him out of the Reaper's grasp. No, not so mysterious, he knew what had brought him back. It was the demon that now shared his form, the one summoned by the cultists. The monster that was supposed to completely control him, or that is what he assumed.
After all, the first thing he had heard after his resurrection, was the cultists welcoming him with a new name:
"Greetings, Lord Sammael."
"Soon she and he will know/that someday, all things will end/that misty night, that dismal moon/the dead search for their kin/while angels sing in endless dark/the dead seek out sin."