Silent Hill Gone Homosexual.
Chapter 1: The Story of a Devil and a Man.
Authors Notes: I do not own any of the characters in the story. If you get offended by this, then screw you.
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Immense layers of fog fell over the bloodied streets of the devilish town. All was silent except for the occasional screams of creatures being devoured by another. Everywhere, buildings were empty, squares were barren and cars lay immobile.
Out of the sinister fog came a man, fingers trembling as they grasped a rusted object within their palms. Muscles tensed, the poorly armed one stepped forewards, making his lonely way towards the closest building. The screws which held the sign had rusted and stripped the building of its name, thus dubbing it "the place".
The hinges amongst the front doors screeched with obnoxious accoustics as they fell shut behind the pathetic human. Without hesitation, a piceous shadow ran past the males view, easilly knocking over a large canister that once stood before him.
Trembling, the man shouted, "I, Harry Mason, will destroy you in the name of Cheryl!" Although sounding strong and determined, his quivering lips showed the obvious fear.
Again, the slouched figure scuttled past Harry, feet ripling the liquid upon the rooms surface. Unknown to Harry, the creature remained out of his view and stood directly behind him. A rather obnoxious glistening caught Harry's attention.
"You damn dirty ape.." The middle aged man exclaimed, flailing his upper limbs about in hopes to strike the other.
"Goodness!" the creature cried. "Why must you be so violent?"
Harry ceased his thrashing, physique trembling like the wuss he was. "Who are you!?" he shrieked.
The 'ape' stepped forth, a slight ray of dim light overcomming it's visage. Obsidian locks of curly hair bounced atop his crown, an odd grin forming underneath the supposed nose. Hands raised upwards, the glove sparkling one cried, "I have many names! Whacko Jacko, MJ, Sick Pedophile! But you may call me, Michael!"
Harry shrieked in terror. Even the name sounded like that of the devils minions!
Michael covered his ears with his palms, oculars shut tight. "Good God, shut the hell up! You're going to hurt my beautiful ears!"
The daughter-less one quivered slightly, "O-okay..."
"I see you're having some problems. I can tell by how tense you are." the curly haired one said. "I can help you. You see, I've been living here for twenty years now."
Harry trembled. "W-why so long?"
Michael sighed, a glum expression overcomming his probably botox injected visage. "An evil demon took my wonderful body in his grasp and banished me into Hell. Of course, I was far to obnoxious and pretty to stay there, so Satan threw me into Silent Hill."
Harry snickered at the other's words. 'Pretty..' he thought, trying his best to mantain his laughter.
Michael seemed sane enough. to be trusted. "Okay.. teach me your ways.."
"Fabulous! Come back to my place and we'll begin the training!"
Quickly, Michael grabbed Harry's hand and the both of them skipped out of the now unlocked door.
What exactly is Michael planning? Will he teach Harry how to dance and sing? Will being with Michael cause a spark of insanity within the man's mind??
Coming Soon: Chapter Two; The Training.
Authors Notes: I do not own any of the characters in the story. If you get offended by this, then screw you.
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Immense layers of fog fell over the bloodied streets of the devilish town. All was silent except for the occasional screams of creatures being devoured by another. Everywhere, buildings were empty, squares were barren and cars lay immobile.
Out of the sinister fog came a man, fingers trembling as they grasped a rusted object within their palms. Muscles tensed, the poorly armed one stepped forewards, making his lonely way towards the closest building. The screws which held the sign had rusted and stripped the building of its name, thus dubbing it "the place".
The hinges amongst the front doors screeched with obnoxious accoustics as they fell shut behind the pathetic human. Without hesitation, a piceous shadow ran past the males view, easilly knocking over a large canister that once stood before him.
Trembling, the man shouted, "I, Harry Mason, will destroy you in the name of Cheryl!" Although sounding strong and determined, his quivering lips showed the obvious fear.
Again, the slouched figure scuttled past Harry, feet ripling the liquid upon the rooms surface. Unknown to Harry, the creature remained out of his view and stood directly behind him. A rather obnoxious glistening caught Harry's attention.
"You damn dirty ape.." The middle aged man exclaimed, flailing his upper limbs about in hopes to strike the other.
"Goodness!" the creature cried. "Why must you be so violent?"
Harry ceased his thrashing, physique trembling like the wuss he was. "Who are you!?" he shrieked.
The 'ape' stepped forth, a slight ray of dim light overcomming it's visage. Obsidian locks of curly hair bounced atop his crown, an odd grin forming underneath the supposed nose. Hands raised upwards, the glove sparkling one cried, "I have many names! Whacko Jacko, MJ, Sick Pedophile! But you may call me, Michael!"
Harry shrieked in terror. Even the name sounded like that of the devils minions!
Michael covered his ears with his palms, oculars shut tight. "Good God, shut the hell up! You're going to hurt my beautiful ears!"
The daughter-less one quivered slightly, "O-okay..."
"I see you're having some problems. I can tell by how tense you are." the curly haired one said. "I can help you. You see, I've been living here for twenty years now."
Harry trembled. "W-why so long?"
Michael sighed, a glum expression overcomming his probably botox injected visage. "An evil demon took my wonderful body in his grasp and banished me into Hell. Of course, I was far to obnoxious and pretty to stay there, so Satan threw me into Silent Hill."
Harry snickered at the other's words. 'Pretty..' he thought, trying his best to mantain his laughter.
Michael seemed sane enough. to be trusted. "Okay.. teach me your ways.."
"Fabulous! Come back to my place and we'll begin the training!"
Quickly, Michael grabbed Harry's hand and the both of them skipped out of the now unlocked door.
What exactly is Michael planning? Will he teach Harry how to dance and sing? Will being with Michael cause a spark of insanity within the man's mind??
Coming Soon: Chapter Two; The Training.