Warning: Characters aren't mine! I'll beg and beg, but they won't give. I have no claim and make Zero money -.-
P.S: I Saw Silent Hill Revolution, and Pyramid Head's Butt. (It was there) It inspired me to write this!
P.P.S: I am not Writing about Pyramid Heads Rear end in this story. Sorry about your luck.
Heather Mason, walked down the empty ash covered streets of Silent Hill. Coughing, and holding her breath as best she can until she makes it inside somewhere, anywhere. The ashes are getting over whelming, making breathing bitter. Covering her mouth with her sleeve to insulate her air better, so she won't be wheezing later on.
Making steps quick and quite, trying to make as little noise as possible. She walked inside of an old school house. Looking around, she removed her hand from her face, it smelled disgusting in here but it was safer. She was tired of this, Tired of Silent Hill. She had no reason to be here anymore, she did what she had to, Made peace with her inner demons . She should be free, the Shadows should be gone. But there not.
Grabbing the pipe in her hand tightly, she flipped on her flashlight to see the darkness that is devouring her. An Elementary School, Crayon drawings covered the debris filled floor. Drawings on the wall, and small torn book bags. Little Books and other materials. It was a sad looking place, what was once filled with bright Shining students, is now filled with ghosts and empty promises.
Heather picked up her step, walking slowly to every door, trying to open it. Most of them had broken locks, or where just that, Locked. Finding a scarce few that actually opened, most of the ones had nothing of value to her. Just pages of a coloring book, tiny notes from one child to another. One time she even found a crayon. But the school so far seemed pointless. But being as stubborn as she were, she wasn't going to leave until every room had been checked on and savaged.
Finishing up the Hallway, she began making her way up the stairway, creaking under her feet. The Upper hall way was a lot dimmer. It smelled damp and creaked terribly. There were muffled footsteps off in the distance. Tightening her grip on her gun, she held it in front of her. The footsteps got faster, but further away, it wasn't coming near her. She wanted to feel relieved about this, but she only felt curious. Why run?
Scrunching up her face then relaxing it. What's the point? Nothing makes sense here. She lowered her weapon only slightly, and began checking the rooms. Locked, Locked, Broken, Open but empty, locked, broken, broken, locked. She was beginning to feel frustrated. So pointless, She didn't even know what she was looking for. A way out perhaps? In a School? Unlikely. She didn't know what she was looking for, but she felt it essential to have. Everything was, everything gave a story, helped unlock something. It was just some Big Jigsaw Puzzle, and she had to have all the pieces to finish it. Some of them were lost, and she is just searching. What of the pieces? What do they look like? That's the point of it being a puzzle. A very, long, terrifying, annoying puzzle. That she just wants to throw away and play monopoly instead. But sadly, that wasn't going to happen.
Pulling at the last door in the hall, of course, it was locked. She suspected as much. She began making her way up another stairway. Something was off.
She couldn't put her finger on it, but she knew something was different. Checking her pockets, "Heath drink.. Knife.. First aid.." Looking through all of them. No, she wasn't missing anything. Was she bleeding? No, she had herself already patched up from the last time, What was it? It was awfully quiet. That was it. She checked her radio, It hadn't gone off since she'd been in the school, was it emptier than she thought? No monsters? The thought of letting her guard down seemed like paradise, but she knew that even paradise didn't last forever. Some would break in and try to kill her at some point. She shuddered at the thought. No matter how often she kills them, she can't get used to them. The way they walk, Spew out gunk and Blood, among other things she didn't want to imagine. It was disgusting.
She made her way up to the last step, being grabbed in the process.
Dropping her pipe from pure shock, she began pounding her fists, screaming and kicking. Trying to ward off whatever freak of nature had grabbed her this time. Her radio still wasn't going off. This isn't a monster.
"Shsh.. Heather."
It was Vincent.
Heather instantly relaxed. He released her. "Vincent!" She said Happily, Wrapping her arms around him. "You've no Idea How happy I am to see you!" He returned the hug, then they both let go of eachother. "I thought you were killed in that last incident we had with those pack of… Axe headed.."
"Schizm's" He Stated, smiling at her. "I was able to get away when they got distracted with some of the Order members." He waved his hand Idly. "Good riddance."
"You got that right." She smiled. "Find anything.. food perhaps?" They both laughed for a moment.
"Sorry, still having no luck." He sighed, "What about you? Find anything?"
"Not really." Heather stated "Just a bunch of drawings, and a shoe."
"A shoe?" He asked, looking at her.
"Yeah." She pulled out a red heel for him to see. "I'm not sure what it's for, but it's clean, it bright, it seems out of place here, so I grabbed it, you never know when it's going to be needed."
Vincent shrugged, "Perhaps, " He looked around him, making sure there was nobody, and nothing nearby, "We should really get walking." He said, turning his attention back to her, and giving a quick smile. "We shouldn't be in one place to long."
"I agree." Heather put the shoe away. "Just let me finish up here, I Haven't checked all the rooms."
He raised his arm and let her pass. "Fine by me." He stayed closed by her heels. "Just be careful."
"You know me." She slowed down her pace for a moment, so that her and Vincent could walk side by side. "When am I never?" He shrugged. "You got me there."
Heading down the Hall, the doors were the same as they have been throughout the entire building, it was getting ridiculous. She got to the last door, but Vincent grabbed her wrists and shushed her.
"I think I heard something." He whispered, His eyes and head darting side to side for a moment. "Let me go in first."
"But.." Heather began to protest.
"Sh.." Holding a finger to his lips. "I promised your dad I would look after you."
Heather was at a loss of words, so instead, she just smiled. "Okay." Stepping back from the door . She turned off her lights. The radio stayed silent. There was no monster in there, Perhaps a rat? Maybe she's thinking too low. Vincent opened the door slowly, stepping inside. It was quite, and she waited for him to give her the 'signal' that it was okay to enter. But it never came.
"Vincent?" She called out. "If you're trying to pull something, I swear I'll shoot you were you stand!" She called out, not really meaning it, but he didn't know that. Still it was quite, and she was becoming nervous. "Vincent, I.."
Vincent Jumped from the room and collided with her, "look out!" He shouted, but it was too late. She didn't see what happened, but she watched the light quickly drained from his eyes, and blood was splattered on her face.
Her heart sank in the pit of her chest, her face pale. She was ready to scream. But a pair of hands made their way over her mouth. They were gloved, and tasted vaguer, like Blood, ash, dirt and sperm. She tried not to gag. Gagging shows weakness. The gloves were rough and scratched at her skin, making them burn slightly.
"Whadda we got 'ere?" The Man behind her asked bluntly, a smile in his voice.
"I dunno Toby, Wad do we got?" A man descended from the dark door way, that Vincent came out of.
"Looks like we got 'reselves a runna." The man named 'Toby' said.
"Ahh.. A runna ya say?" The other man leaned in really close to her. "So Sweet'art, do ya know what we do ta runna's?" His voice rasped, spitting on her face. His breath reeked, she didn't want to think what it smelled like. She glared at him, hatred poured out of her soul, and she hoped that it pierced his skin like a thousand fire hot, rusted knives.
The man touched her face, the other to her hip. She began jerking and flailing, punching, scratching, kicking. Doing what she could to get out of Tobys grip, His hands slipped from her face, and she let out a scream. Toby threw her to the ground. She got a kick right in her stomach, knocking the wind from her lungs. "Eh? You little Bitch?" The man kicked her again. "Wanna fuckin' pull that again? Eh? Do ya?"
Toby took the opportunity to raid her things. No food, He sighed, but claimed all of her health kits, and Health drinks. "Eh Sean, I'm gonna head back to da church, I'll see ya there. 'Ight?"
"Alright." Sean said, turning his attention to Toby, then back to the girl. "I'll see ya there."
Toby left without another word.
Heather tried to crawl away, at least far enough to get on her feet, but her tries were pathetic, it hurt to move, and she didn't get anywhere. "Where ya think yer goin cunt?"
Slamming his steel toe shoe into her gut again. "Ya gonna play nice? Or am I gonna have to be yer teacher?"
"Fuck you!" Heather spat out.
"Awe.. And here I thought we could be friends." He teased. "You fuckin' nobody, Your gonna regret eva goin ta school." He let out a hard controlled laugh, leaning down, he grabbed her legs.
Heathers radio began to go off.
"The fuck is that?" He leaned down to grab it.
"No!" She turned around so she was laying on her stomach. "Go away!" She yelled at him. "Get the fuck away from me!" She turned her head, her pipe was so far away, she couldn't reach that.
"What'd you say to me bitch?" He flipped her around easily, she was still wounded from the blows to the gut, that she couldn't fight back, well, at least not much. "I tell ya ta do sumthin, I fuckin' expect it ta be done. Now hand it over!" He made a wild grab at it.
"No!" Her leg flung up and kicked him right in the crotch, he stumbled away. Screaming curses, and holding his tender spot. He finally straightened his back, and glared at her. "You little.." There was a scraping sound coming from behind them. He ignored it "..Bitch!"
Getting above Heather, he raised his foot, and brought it down with all his strength to her gut. She screamed out, her body wrenching, and wincing. Spitting out blood. "Oh god.."
Sean laughed, and was ready to get her with another blow. But he was cut off.
A large knife cut threw his middle, then exited just as fast. Sean hit the floor. Bloody and lifeless. Heather screamed again, out of shock. Looking up at the offender. But was greeted with a Large Metal Triangular helmet, instead of a face. His body was Muscular, covered in blood, ash, scars, cuts. His skin seemed both tan, but pasty. His Apron looking-thing, looked rotted, it was made of flesh, and Heather didn't want to know if it were human or creature. His helmet looked down at her, she felt as if it were staring at her, debating whether or not he wanted to keep her or kill her, or at least. That's what Heather thought he was doing. She looked at him longer, she has seen him somewhere before. But where?
Pyramid head couldn't see, but he had a keen sense of knowing where a presence was, who it was, where, and what it was doing, as if he had eyes. He does, technically, but they haven't ever been used. He knew that The person in front of him. He knew what his role was, and how he was going to do it. But why was she staring at him?
Pyramid head wasn't one to really think, he was good at it, but he was more of a 'doer' than a 'thinker,' or in other words a 'planner' He fallowed his gut, and his sense's. It's all he had.
Why hasn't she run yet? Like the others?
Heather, watched him. He just stood there. Why? Didn't he usually leave? That was it. She knew him. He saved her before, from whatever Dalia became. He seemed to be everywhere, and at the same time, no where. "Thank you."
Pyramid Head didn't move, or make any movement what so ever. Just stood there. Maybe he didn't hear her. "I said thank you."
Still nothing, She rolled her eyes and tried to get up. But fell back, she yelp in pain. Wincing, and holding her gut. "Fuck! This hurts.." Pyramid head dropped his weapon and scooped her up off the ground.
Alessa told him to protect her. Keep her from getting hurt, he's doing his job. He is now her Protector and Punisher, since Alessa, is no longer there. She is part of Heather, and his soul purpose is to make sure she doesn't die. He flung her over one shoulder, then picked up his weapon in the next. All her stuff was gone, she has no weapons, no way to protect herself. Pyramid shook his head in disagreement. It was his very last intention to be by her side 24/7. But by the looks of it, he may not have a choice.
He grunted. It's his only way of communication. Heather wasn't sure what was going on. Pyramid head made his way out of the school, and went to where he bides most of his time. The place where he sharpens his weapons, and tends to his wounds. The old Prison. He walked slowly, he would of picked up his pace but he was holding at least 200 pounds altogether, with his sword, and now, with his Master.
Heather didn't put up any struggle, something told her that if he wanted her dead, or hurt, he would have done it already. They made it there after a while, well mostly Pyramid head, sense he was doing all the walking. He opened up a side door and slipped inside. The place was free of all Order members. Pyramid head made very certain of that, Monsters where rare, but none the less there. It helped keep the area cleansed of all unwanted guests.
He carried her to the old Asylum Wing, where there were no locked doors. Much to Heathers liking. He brought her to the very last door, placing her on the bed then leaving.
Heather didn't protest, afraid he might change his mind and kill her. He left without another sound, she had no idea as to where he went, but suspected he wasn't one for conversation. She examined the room she was residing in, it was a white padded room. "This is for crazy people." She stated, touching the wall. It was plush and bright, beside the fact of a few blood, and dirt stains covering a good majority of the room. It wasn't bit, but it wasn't cramped either. It was average, a padded bed, and a wooden stand beside it. Nothing fancy, or unique. But nice none the less. She tried to straighten herself, but it only caused pain to shoot threw her. "God FUCKING damn it!" She yelled, leaning over to help the pain ease. "Fuck.." She whispered under her breath. She tried to lie down, which was shown to be difficult. Relaxing her middle as best she could, she laid down on back, letting the creaking bed settle underneath her.
She couldn't remember the last time she slept, She didn't know if she wanted to, something might come up and kill her when she's sleeping. She heard a scraping come from outside her door. Pyramid head. She couldn't help but feel slightly at ease, with that murderous creature outside. She felt almost certain it wasn't going to kill her, why would he have brought her here?
Well, Why Did He bring her here? And why hadn't he killed her? 'I'm of no use.' She thought. 'Is he going to save me for later, for some sort of sacrifice?' She looked at the door, it was wide open. She could escape whenever she wanted to. 'Maybe he thought of me being incapable? Fuck! He knows I can't move. That door is here to torment me, to laugh in my face. Ooohh, look at yooou, you can't mooove' Heather thought bitterly. She heard him move around again. She sighed and let her eyes flutter shut. If she dies, then she dies, at least now she can say in Heaven that she died in her sleep. Just like she wanted to.
End! More chapters coming your way! Reviews are more than welcome! This was originally just going to be a one shot.. then decided against it. Theres so much I could add to it, It's a sort of mixture of the Game Silent Hill 3, and the new Silent hill movie. Enjoy :D