He had animal blood in him, somewhere in his mangled constitution of a bloodline, it was there. Pyramid head knew who he was, he knew what it took to be the Punisher. In his morbid mind he believed he was exacting justice by punishing and raping those that crossed him. His strong fused fingers played along the blade of the oversized butchers knife. It was stained with the blood of everything he had killed.
His boots were thick soled, black with flakes of crusted blood. In all respects Pyramid head ruled the town of Silent Hill. He ruled with his knife as a scepter and his helmet as his crown. Nothing challenged him, everything feared him for the monster that he was.
His helmet was permanently affixed to his to his shoulders, testing his neck. It was a form of punishment for overstepping the bounds of his authority. When he roared, it sent chills through the town and made the other monsters scream in distress, a bloody murderous scream that led him directly to his prey. Ruthless and tyrannical he lorded his strength and darkness over others, in a brutal attempt to assert his dominance. No words ever came from him, only guttural grunts, moans, screams and distorted cries. Hunched from the weight of his sins, and helmet made him angry, frustrated and violent.
Violence was the one thing he enjoyed more than anything. Murder, rape, sodomy. He didn't care who or what he hurt, going as far as to dismember the nurses piece by piece after he defiled them. Violence, blood and murder got him off, gave him a purpose and a hobby to distract from his suffering. Thrusting his spear into a nurse and pinning her to the wall, his deformed hands grabbed her arm, ripping the rotting muscles from the joint with a tear and a pop, she twitched in pain and he watched the carmine blood ooze from the gaping hole he created in her shoulder. The detached limb dropped to the floor with a sickening thump. Stepping back the Red Pyramid watched the monstrosity writhe and cry out in pain as she died. Blood dripped to the floor and ran in trails to his boots. Sticky and thick he stepped forward and removed his spear, watching the mutilated corpse fall to the floor. It still intrigued him, lifting the sticky boot from the floor he stepped on her head, and watched her skull cave and crack under the pressure. Brain matter splattered the gritty floors and wall, while the monster emitted a satisfied grunt. Listlessly he wandered through the hall of the hospital that he knew so well. He may have been satisfied but her certainly wasn't sated. All he could think about was his raging libido, rape, and death. Darkness enveloped his very core.
Darkness was all he ever perceived. There was never a time he thought otherwise. Death hung on him like a thick robe of disdain and cradled his soul. There was nothing pure or innocent about the distorted humanoid, he smelled of evil and emanated a perverted, twisted judgment. This was his purpose, his meaning, his existence.
He was a monster who once resembled a man, a twisted decaying shell of carnage and hate. He reveled in what disgusted most, enjoyed the sickest of deeds, his creation a curse he'd never be rid of.
Was this God's sense of humor? Punishment by creation? Pain and a tortured existence? Pyramid head let out a gut wrenching scream, summoning the creepers to his feet. It was feeding time and humans were close.
A/N: I wrote this story close to ten years ago, and only dug it up after people requested it, I had to look for the old hand written copy, what a pain. Hope you enjoyed it, please review. I did try to tweak it a bit, but only because I couldn't read my own handwriting.
Old story is old.