Disclaimer: Nope, I don't own Silent Hill.
Hey!
Umm yeah, so il just start off by saying yes this is just a small one shot if it goes down well il consider writing a full on silent hill fic. The only problem being im not very familiar with silent hill, I have seen the movie and i know all about pyramid head and his little...habits...*cough* rapist *cough*
So as stupid as it seems writing a fic on something I don't know about Im hoping I can pull this off.
Reviews and constructive criticism are appreciated.
Malice, regret, remorse all pounded the inside of my cage. This accursed prison sealed onto my head only intensified my rage and pure hatred for others. Even as a mortal I was never accepted into their dronish routine that they called life. I was doomed to wander the empty streets of Silent Hill for all time, cutting down all who wandered into the catacombs of this hell.
As I endlessly waded through the fog I could feel the dead grope at me from the thick mist, I felt some were trying to hinder me, perhaps my victim's ghosts trying to drag me into the afterlife where they resided, simply seeking revenge for me mercilessly cutting them down. But regardless; I plough on. I plough on through the fog searching. Although I do not know what I am searching for. Ages ago I was searching for a way out of this horrific life. Suicide did not work and any wound I received would heal up almost instantly. My body did not and still doesn't require sustenance. The only nourishment I require is the screams of anguish from my victims. But today I mindlessly soldier on. Hoping that one day my purpose will be fulfilled.
My blade is a symbol of my containment to Silent Hill. My hand, although dead and withered simply will not let go of the burden. Every time I go to leave this place my blade gets heavier and heavier until it anchors me down to the ground. Apparently the only use I have is to kill any unwanted visitors for whoever is watching over me.
As a mortal I lived here. Although completely free from any curse of sorts I was still bound to this town. I could not bring myself to ever leave this town. Then again I could not bear to ever leave my home. Whenever I went out people would stare in disgust. My physical deformities made even the friendliest of people loath me. Being a traditional town anyone of different race, culture or belief was fear mongered out of the town. I was no exception. So I chose to hide. Hideaway in my dark home until that one fateful day...
That fateful day when the strange gas seeped through the ground. When I looked out of my stained window I saw people collapse, they started choking and contorting violently until they died. They spewed up there insides and collapsed in a pool of their own sess. Strangely enough I remain unaffected even till this day. But when watching those people start to die the emotions that would have naturally told me to cry, help them or even react in any positive way just didn't take hold. Instead darkness crept over my body until it consumed me whole. All my hatred and fear shelled over me, protecting me from any harm and leaving my insides hollow.
Remembering how watching those people die made me feel, I realise now that I would like ever so much to feel that again. But no matter how many people I kill I can never feel that way again. Happiness is hard to come by in Silent Hill.
So im to understand that Pyramid Head himself was a mental creation of the protagonist from Silent Hill two; James. I don't know if this is true or not but if it whatever this story is just my own version of how Pyramid Head got where he is today.
Remember to review! And let me know if you would like to see a fully fledged fic.