Author's Note: Okay, it's me again! I figure..i'm taking too long with my story, "Regrets"…And I've been contemplating on showing a sneak peek of my next fanfic, "Short. Black Hair.", A silent hill Fanfiction I've been waiting to do too. I'm warning you all now..this isn't Mature "for adults only" for no reason. It will contain violence, nudity, Adult Language, and …There is a Rape scene. So don't go telling me I didn't warn you all 'cause I did! If you're too squeamish, then you might not wanna read this and skip along. I always read up on Silent Hill Fanfics and often saw some comments that always say that they never see good Pyramid Head Fanfics…; and he just so happens to be one of my favorite characters and NO, not for the rape stuff. Rofl. He's just an awesome character design. So here it is!
I WARN YOU. Others that do read this…Gimmie reviews?
The stench of blood and rust was perhaps the only thing that finally stirred Ana Brooks from her slumber.
It stinks in here…
Eyes finally opened, but were quickly shut from the sudden sting of dilating pupils beneath the bright observation lights beaming down upon her face. It had her groan with slight irritation. The situation called for a good rubbing to rid herself of both the irritation and the groggy goop in her eyes, but as she attempted to do so, something held her down by the wrist.
"What the hell…" She grumbled and jerked once more, having the same result as before. She tried to move an ankle, but it was held down as well, sending the woman into a mild panic. "No way…What is this!?" She cried out and began to struggle against these unseen forces until her eyes finally had a chance to adapt to the light, giving her an opportunity to stare down onto an old, mildewed leather restraint strapped tightly to her wrist.
"Oh god…"
Never in a million years did she think she'd ever be in these restraints. Only people who were in need of 'help', needed restraints—not her! Every time she passed by the paranoid and unstable who writhed and screamed against the restraints, she always felt a sense of guilt. There were times when she wondered how it felt to be under the leather or wrapped up in a jacket. How would it feel to be unable to move? To only scream obscenities at the walls? To have your sense of security and control taken away as you're carted down the hallways to god knows where? The thought alone was disturbing enough, but what bothered her the most is what the patients screamed out. All of them had something in common; their stories. They all screamed of unholy monsters, throbbing blood red walls, and the steam that would rise from the rusty, grated floors. Every story felt as if it were fabricated from the remnants of their nightmares—no, it sounded as if they all had a taste of hell.
Now, she felt their pain.
Hot tears streaked the sides of her greasy face as she continued to struggle upon the gurney in the warm, musty room. "COME ON!" she screamed in futile effort and fought harder against the restraints to only flop back down in defeat. Already, she could feel the burns swelling upon her wrists. She wasn't strong enough to break free…But she couldn't just sit and wait for the culprit to come around the corner. Like hell they'd let her go if she said please. The thought alone had fear seeping out of every pore.
Maybe this is some sick joke…
Well if it really were a joke, then they did one hell of a job. She took a moment to survey her surroundings. Any idiot could tell that this was in the hospital…But it was a hospital she had never seen before. No hospital would reek of mildew and blood…No hospital would have red-rusted walls..Nor would any tool upon trays and tables be caked with things she simply didn't want to identify. Then eyes caught notice of the glass and how she could see nearly a fourth of the hallway. Observation glass, no doubt, despite it being stained and cracked. So she was in the observation wing…But why? It made no sense. Normally they were used for patients under critical conditions…But how the way this room was set up, was as if it were prepped for surgery. She could see the rusted tools scattered about the counter tops, the old medical equipment and I.V. stands. What caught her eye as she looked about, was something circular hanging on the wall not too far from where she was strapped down. It was big…Probably heavy…and there was a circular end…With teeth at the edges…
A…Circular Saw?...Why the hell is that here?!
Panic once again had her struggling upon the gurney once more. At first, she wanted someone to come around to tell her it was nothing but a joke, but now, she preferred to escape on her own. Who knows what that kidnapper was thinking—especially with a SAW hanging within a convenient reach. Everything was hitting her at once. The restriction, the eerie feel of this room…But most of all, it was how disturbingly quiet the air was around her. Should anyone drop a pin, she would most likely hear it.
What is going on?...
After what seemed like an eternity, a heavy "thump" permeated through the deadly silence that began to drive her insane.
Thump… -
Thump…-
Someone was coming…and they sounded heavy…Big…The steps continued, nearly matching the rhythm of her heartbeat. Eyes averted towards the observation glass once more, staring out into the grimy hallway where the heavy footfalls echoed from.
She wished she hadn't.
At first, all she could see was a blunt, rusted edge, but the more the being trudged into view, the more…bizarre this stranger's appearance became. The heavy footfalls belonged to a man dressed in nothing but a butcher's apron, yellowed and stained with patches of mildew and…fresh blotches of blood. Thick rubber boots stomped heavily upon the steamy grated floors of the hallway that only now Ana took notice of.
Grated floors…
In it's right hand, the white leathery fabric of his glove groaned in protest against the tightened grip upon a corroded, seven-foot spear. In it's left, dragged a feminine leg belonging to a woman dragged mercilessly upon the steamy floor. What made his appearance so strangely unique yet terrifying was the giant steel pyramid helmet the man wore. It covered his entire head Rather than just settled upon it. What once must have been silver, was now corroded with the same red-orange rust that tainted the jagged tip of his spear. Blood had been splattered upon the helmet as well, rolling down in rivulets to splash upon his exposed, well-toned biceps.
Ana couldn't help but cease her struggling and gawk at such a monstrosity and it's prey. She watched in horror as the man dropped the woman's leg just to reach down and pick her up by the neck, slamming her against the rusted wall with a thump that seemed louder to her than it should've been. The man leaned in and… smelled her from head to toe. After a while, the helmet suddenly twitched in disgust and released the woman. As she slumped onto the floor, the man's arms flailed about. His torso twisted this way and that in a strange trance-like dance while the woman's legs suddenly rose and kicked away at him. Soon after his short performance, the spear was lifted and driven into the woman's breast. Ana grimaced as the spear impaled the body with a sickening squish, but it wasn't enough to turn Ana away…Even as the man suddenly continued to viciously stab the woman over and over again. With sick satisfaction after the final stab, the man ripped the rusted spear tip from the corpse crumpled before him, the rusted helmet tilted downward to admire his work. Only after his rage had died, did it dawn upon Ana that she could easily be spotted being strapped down to the gurney and so vulnerable to whatever he wished to do to her. Maybe…maybe he wouldn't notice her…and then she could somehow get out of these cuffs and…
And it seemed like god favored her in the depths of this nightmarish hell. The man turned upon thick soles and continued down the hallway, leaving Ana to the silence that had claimed her before. For a moment she held in a breath, fearing that should she even release a sigh, that monster would come and claim her as his next unfortunate victim. Seconds passed and she couldn't wait any longer. The breath was released, but what came out of her mouth was unexpected. With that release of breath, did she whisper almost in a seductive manner.
" The Red Pyramid…"
That alone had her suddenly gasp. Why did she say that? Her thoughts were nothing more than trying to get the fuck off this gurney, but the moment he had disappeared down the hall, thoughts suddenly turned onto him…and the thought of him suddenly had her body grow hot, her thighs tighten and…
Oh god, what was she thinking!? That's just it. She HAD to stop thinking and get the hell OUT of there before any other sick thoughts began to bleed into her head again. Hopes were still high despite the fat chance she had of breaking free of the restraints. Again and again, she'd tug, gritting her teeth against the bruising she felt quickly developing within those delicate wrists. She didn't care…So long as these things were undone so she could get the hell…
The raspy breathing of another froze Ana's escaping attempts. Slowly, her gaze shifted back to the glass to where she saw him again. This time however, the blunt end of his helmet faced in her direction. If It weren't for that massive pyramid helmet, she knew he would've pressed his ugly face up against the glass. His bloodied gloved hands suddenly pressed upon the glass, smearing crimson over the frail surface. He saw her. He wanted her…
Like hell he would.
She wasted no time in struggling with the restraints now that the Red pyramid turned away. She didn't know how he was going to get in..She wanted out! God once again seemed to answer her pleas as the left restraint finally gave up in an unusual way. Her wrist suddenly felt wet and grimey as the leather began to actually melt away. It felt disgusting, but it was better than being restrained here. Just as she was pulling away at the right wrist, the glass suddenly smashed in, sending shards of glass bursting into the room and bouncing off of Ana as she curled instinctively to protect herself. The wind came shortly after, whizzing past the woman who gagged at the scent of rot and formaldehyde. Arms dropped from her face and down towards the other end of the wall. God, once again, she wished she didn't.
The woman's corpse lay in a mangled heap against the wall. Limbs were twisted to where the snapped edges of white bone protruded and flesh exposed. Glass shards of various sizes were found all over the body, sticking out from various places and even embedding themselves into the jagged holes that were driven into no more than a few minutes ago. Then eyes began to wander over to the corpse's face and widened in both fear and disgust. What once was a face, was now a twisted blob of flesh that patches of scraggly black hair failed to hide. And then there was the sickly white skin..the veins spreading out…
Ana screamed and feet kicked away the melting restraints. She had to get out of here…she had to get out of this hell! What was that thing?! It sure as fuck wasn't a human if it didn't have a face. Just as she was about to scramble off the gurney, a strong, leathery hand had taken a firm grip of her shoulder and shoved her right back onto the moldy, stained sheets. She cried out in surprise, but getting a better look at who was holding her down, she now began to scream again.
It was the Red Pyramid..the very one who's name she whispered from dry lips.
"N-NO! Please NO!..." She began to beg and thrash under the towering monster as he leaned closer. He slipped between her thrashing legs as both leathery hands snatched her bruised wrists and held them down effortlessly. Just like he had done to the other, he leaned closer, the blunt end of the rusted red helmet hovering just inches above her. She'd hear him sucking in as much of her scent as he could. Ana whimpered and trembled beneath him, begging and pleading to him to stop his sick games.
As if he had enough of her pleas, A hand left one of her wrists and clamped tightly upon her throat, leaving the woman to gasp as the sick bastard suddenly shivered in ecstasy at the sight of her suffering beneath him. He released the other wrist and snatched a portion of that tight, white nurse's dress that he had often seen his victims in before he tore them away from their bodies. Her nails digging into his skin didn't matter…because he didn't feel the pain. With a yank, the uniform was ripped wide open for him to see, having buttons fly to various corners of the corrosive room. And as her breasts were in full display, he leaned down once again, shivering with the pleasure he had of degrading her. Her breasts..her thighs…He wished he could taste her, run his tongue all along her body..But alas, the helmet had always gotten in the way..and it always would for his eternal damnation. Maybe this one…this one could satisfy his needs…
Ana knew where this was going quick..especially when he suddenly grinded his hips against her own. The feel of his arousal grinding between her thighs had gotten muscles to suddenly tighten in her body..But was it from being disgusted or…pleasured? She gritted her teeth and fought against him once more only to have that hand tighten about her throat once again. Her vision began to double, breaths grew short..and just when she thought that the darkness would overcome her, he released her, letting the stale air suck into that bruised windpipe and filled her lungs. She groaned, gasped and cough, feeling so weak..So powerless…That is, until she felt him again, bare this time against her. This was it…He was going to defile her and…
Before she could think of anymore, a white-hot pain suddenly flared between her legs as he brutally stretched her beyond her limits with his length….
The only thing Ana could think of now, she screamed out for anyone to hear…
"CAAAMEROOON!"
Author's Note: aaand that's it for now! You'll have to wait for the Resident Evil fanfiction to finish before I even touch this one again. Lol ugh…what am I thinking? Anyway, please review!