Trapped in a Horror land

Heather panted heavily as she ran from the Closer pursuing her. It just wouldn't leave her be! It had chased her to the point of her legs feeling like jelly and her brain felt like mush. She hardly could recognize the part of this town she was in, and she couldn't exactly enjoy the great town of Silent Hill. Hell, she couldn't even enjoy a moment rest let alone this awful town. Closer even seemed to be mocking her, going slow so she thought she was escaping then it would shoot forward to the point of scraping her heal once.

She continued to run. It hurt like hell, but her life did depend on it. What would happen if she stopped? Would the closer kill her? Rape her even? The last one was crossed off. She had examined one of their bodies at a point in time when she had supplies, had a weapon, could be a bit reckless here and there. But she had no weapon or supplies. A few times she actually debated stopping and letting it kill her. No, she had to continue. Even with her ears ringing or her legs on the bridge of falling off she continued to run. Heather didn't even hear the sound of scraping metal against concrete. No she was only focused on one thing and one thing only.

"Fuck!" Heather screamed this out as she fell, bashing her face against the ground. As blood slipped into one eye she could faintly make out the monster bring up a arm, that resembled an old piece of hanging meat, and make a cleaving strike toward her. The full force of the hit landed just right of her spinal cord. She could feel the ribs snapping, leaving her in agonizing pain as she let out a gurgled scream. But the thing that caused it just spazzed a bit and lifted up its other appendage and brought that down on the back of her knee. It snapped it. Heather bit down on her toung as she tried to stop herself from showing weakness. As her vision faded she could faintly hear through the ringing in her ears. Scrape….scrape.

Pyramid Head was searching, searching for the outsider. He knew she was there even without seeing her. Well, he couldn't see anything. But he sure as hell could sense, the large pyramid shaped dome on his head didn't slow him as other being would think. The 8 foot tall humanoid walked the streets whilst dragging a over-sized machete behind him as he looked for the object of his wanting. Heather….he thought that was what she was called anyway.

The lesser monsters scattered away in fear as they saw him, which is what he liked about them. The smaller ones would run. But the larger ones, bold because of their closer size or being bigger compared to him, would attempt to define them as the higher monster. Why did they even attempt? He didn't know. He never would know, he didn't want to know. He focused on his own needs and wants, not the petty tries of other beings.

Humor. Humor is what was bubbling in his stomach at the moment, or was it rage? Humor at the attempts of weaker things against his strengths or rage of the annoyance of constantly killing them? I didn't matter. All that mattered is that he had what he wanted when he wanted. He wanted Heather. She was interesting and funny to watch. She was also small enough that when he was bored she could be easily disposed of...

After walking a ways he had heard a very particular scream. Pyramid Head finally pinpointed her location and by the sound of it she wasn't going anywhere too quickly, but he did need to make it there before whatever she screamed at killed her. He would find her before that, he would be quite sure of it. As he made his way to her, he couldn't help but notice the ash swirling about the air, it calmed the feeling in his stomach as it lightly brushed against his skin. Oh how he loved his home town, even if alot of the things in the town fueled hatred.

It was a Closer. A tall being with a body of a girl, arms that were almost as long as its body that looked like gray warped clubs, and a deformed face. How he knew this? He knew most things even with a barrier between him and the outside. Slipping forward Pyramid Head made his approach on the preoccupied being a way's away.

It was…foolish like all the rest. But he was the Supreme Being here. And he got what he wanted and what he wanted was the what the outsider the Closer was assaulting. He lifted his blood rusted blade, it scrapped against the ground as it always had. How did the being not notice it? It didn't need eyes to realize this…the vibrations in the ground would be enough to alert it. As the Closer lifted its deformed limb to make another strike , he promptly lopped it off.

The closer made a sharp noise as it spun on its heal, making a quick movement with it's in tact arm to strike him. As it moved it started letting out ear rupturing shrieks as it clumsily swiped at him again. Irked, Pyramid Head twisted his sword around and brought it upward, cutting off the arm in a spry of dark red blood. The Closer's head spazzed as it turned to flee, its gray deformed body jerked with each hurried and clumsy step. As it attempted to save its pitiful life, he spun his blade forward and cut the Closer's head in two with the quick movement.

After letting himself feel the power of killing another, he looked down at the blonde outsider; she was soft compared to everything in his hometown. But she also looked…broken? Yes broken. In comparison to his body which she resembled except for the metal pyramid shaped thing confining his face. She also was much smaller than what he thought. He had never been close to this one and his mind had registered her as being bigger. Heather at the moment was sprawled out face down, leg twisted awkwardly, and blood trickling down her lips and onto the ground.

Tilting his brazen head, he bent down and lifted her by one arm and watched as the leg moved awkwardly. He tilted his dome sideways in slight curiosity of why her bones moved in that way. Groaning harshly he flung her over is shoulder as he lifted his blade to the other one. He had gotten what he wanted.

Deadly- Well...This is a certainly different tale than what I am used to...well. Tell me what ya think!