Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN SILENT HILL!None of these characters are mine in any way shape or form. All characters and locations belong to Konami © and the creator! This is not for profit only fan enjoyment.
A/N- Ok so I said there was going to be no more...well I have decided due to requests and views I will be writing a couple more chapters. so thanks and happy reading.
A Mirror Never Lies
The walls turned from a typical tiled wall to pure white tiles covered in a rustic blood. The smears fell to the grounds of this place, silent hill. This red gook fell into the cracks and pooled in certain places more. The young girl Heather could hear noises of anguish all around her. Screams of pain, pleasure and torment was all that was heard in any building. But when outside, it was silent. But not a silence you long for after having a hectic day. This was more of the silence after a bomb hit a town. This awkward silence filled the air and it lay thick because of the fog. You could barely see your hand in front of you that is how thick the fog was outside. But inside the buildings the air smelled of vomit, blood, sex, and god knows what else. God, in silent hill there isn't god. If there is a god he…it turns the other cheek. God even fears silent hill so much that it doesn't even stop the hell on earth. Or is there a god…
She turned on her flashlight and ran to the girl's bathroom. She dare not go in the men's. When ever she walked by a guys bathroom she always could hear moans and groans. She would normally tell someone but now she doesn't even look there isn't anyone to tell. And it is her life she needs to worry about. She opened the bathroom to the woman's. Of course it was blood ridden to no surprise. A fan spun around slowly in the window. Why was there a fan in the window? Was silent hill dehumanizing her? She shook the thought away and turned the faucet on waiting a minute to make sure the water was water. She stuck her hand cautiously under and held it to her face and washed the grime off. She closed her eyes and listened to the thuds next door.
She exhaled a breath and inhaled deep to let the air fill her lungs. The smell was rancid yet again, she turned and looked and saw the stalls. She thought of going pee in there but knew she would loose her organs if she sat down on those toilets. She opened all three of the stalls to find nothing. She was about to exit the bathroom until she heard the fan screech. She looked back and saw it not moving at all. Wasn't it just moving? She shrugged and opened the door to see the hallways lights had suddenly disappeared.
Nurses with deformed faces were limp on the ground outside of the bathroom. There were about 5 of them splayed out across the hall. Or did they even have a face? Were these here when she entered the bathroom? They were very gorgeous, nice thin model like bodies. There outfits were stained in blood and were unbuttoned to show there large breast even more then you could already see. She tried to look away but she couldn't get it out of her head, how did these girls get here. She shook it off and turned to walk around the corner. When she heard in the bathroom moans of pleasure.
She walked faster not understanding how anything could get off in silent hill. She walked down the unlit halls hastily. She could feel someone's breath over her, behind her. She quickly looked to see nothing or no one. She turned to continue. She saw the exit of the hospital. She tried to open the door it wouldn't budge. She banged her head on the door and kicked it. She wanted out why wouldn't it open. Tears streamed down her face, she began to cry out loud. She then sat up and composed her self wiping her tears away slowly. She turned around facing away from the door. She knew she had to find this Stanley. She didn't want to though. He was a total creep, how did he know her? How did anyone know her here?
She took one step and then from around the corner she heard a deranged giggle. She didn't know what it was so she went around the other corner. A strange light appeared under a doorway. So she tried opening it to no luck. So she walked up to the elevator and pressed the button. A loud metal scrape from inside could be heard throughout the whole hospital. An electrical pierce rang louder and louder until the doors opened. She stepped forward when she turned around to face where she was. All the nurses she had seen were there standing like statues. The doors shut and her heart rate went up. Were they behind her?
She leaned up against the wall and kicked the button that said ,it lit up and took her along her journey. The elevator stopped abruptly and the doors opened. She walked out and turned right. She began to walk down the hallway, something grabbed her attention…a ringing. It was a phone. She followed the sound it took her to a locker room. Why was she excited to answer it? Was it the fact she might hear a sane human. She opened the door without thought and followed the sound again. The ring was loud and ear piercing, it was in a locker. It echoed until she opened the last locker. It was a payphone! She lifted it from the latch slowly and put it to her ear.
"Happy birthday to you…happy birthday to you….happy birthday dear….oh I forgot your name-
"Who are you?"
"Oh ok thanks…happy birthday dear….who are you… happy birthday to you. Happy 31st birthday!"
"Is this Leonard?" she asked
"That's the murderers name not my name…I'm not your beloved Stanley either. He's underground now. His new name is number Seven," he chuckles, " but don't worry about that now. Its time to celebrate your birthday!"
"You got me mistaken for someone else! Today is not my-
"I'm not mistaken today is your 24th birthday! And I have a…present for you. Which do you prefer? To give pain or to receive it? You can have the one you hate the most!" chuckles evilly, "happy birthday to you"
"But you're wrong it's not my birthday."
She hung the phone back up and walked away very confused. Why was she getting strange people after her? She didn't really understand. She knew that her father had found her, but why did he wait to tell her. Why didn't he talk to her earlier? She walked to the door and opened it up and found the halls had changed the floors became a dark red mesh. She could see underneath it a man hanging from it with barbed wire holding him from falling into the darkness. He was carrying a girl with arms sewn on. Heather backed up in shock. She couldn't look at this thing. It was holding her up to his face and licking her in her female areas. Heather cried out and walked quickly to the woman's locker room. The door opened easily and she could feel that her panties were wet. Why? Why was she turned on by that! This monster was engulfing this girl, and she looked like she was in tears. God this place was killing her. She continued looking around the locker room. She saw a plastic zip lock bag in the garbage. It was basically new not used. She took it out and folded it up and put it in her pocket. Why she really didn't know but she figured she might need it later on.
She left the room and quickly ran back to the elevator she hit the button and could hear the girl cry out in pain. Heather closed her eyes tight wishing she couldn't hear them, the sounds of him eating her genitals. The squishy, liquid sound. But something above that was to be heard in the distance. It was a metal sound again, but this was louder and above her. It was screeching every 5 seconds.
"…."
Like someone was dragging something heavy. The doors opened and she stepped in and hit the button 3. The doors closed and carried her up. What was that noise? The loud dragging noise. The elevator stopped and opened slowly, the noise was gone. Maybe she was just trying to hear something else so bad downstairs that she made her self hear that noise. She continued around the corner to find a door, on it said store room. She tried to open it. It worked! She opened the door and it was dark again so she paid close attention. It wasn't a store room. It was a mirror room. She was startled when the floor was moving. It was solid and dry yet it was moving like there were a million ants making patterns on the ground. Like actually blood vessels with blood flowing through out them. She looked up to see a cart she went to walk closer but something was stopping her. It was like instinct to not go any further. She looked up at the mirror to see her reflection and everything the same in her surroundings. She turned to leave the room when she heard a bubbling noise. She looked back at the cart to see the faucet that was attached to it was dripping blood. She backed up in surprise. She didn't know what was happening. The cart didn't fill with the blood though. Instead more veins grew around the cart .
Went down around it and fell to the ground. The walls became tainted with this gook. It became one entity, the wall was now red but still it looked as though it was moving. Bubbling. She shook her head and looked around to see it still there. She closed her eyes it was still there; she lifted her hands to rub her eyes. But when she opened them her reflection was becoming blood stained. She began to breathe heavy in fear. She looked at her hands they were clean.
"What the hell is this?"
She looked into the mirror again to see the floor was clean but the floor she was standing on was becoming red. She was going insane. That was when she knew it was time to go, she quickly turned around to open the door. But it wouldn't budge. She heard that noise again.
….
She shook the door harder, what was this. Why wouldn't it open now! She turned to the mirror again to see her reflection smiling at her but by the cart when she clearly was by the door. She began to panic, her adrenaline kicked in and she was about to loose it. She was seeing things now. The ground was pure red, bubbling like a boiling pot of water. That was when the door slammed open knocking her to the ground. She hit her head hard on the floor.
She could feel her self sink into the ground. But the red gook wouldn't let her drown. It began to wrap around her feet and arms spreading her apart. She opened her eyes to see a man, standing over her. He had a huge sword in one hand and in the other nothing. Her eyes traced up his whole body. Seeing he had no shirt on only a skirt that was stapled together, but something took her attention from his shirt. His face was covered by a huge helmet. A metal helmet in the shape of a triangle, no a pyramid. Her eyes widened. He threw the sword into the wall like it was butter. Leaving it hang. The door shut and you could hear the lock click.
She struggled to try to get up, but the gook was holding her in place. What was happening was she getting raped. Was she being killed, or was she being sacrificed like that little girl so long ago. He stumbled over her body to straddle her while standing. Her eyes widened when she saw what he was doing. She began to cry out for help, but who would help…no one. The tears began to well up and puddle in the corner of her eyes. She tried to move away yet again but couldn't. From this angle she could see his face, he wasn't dead or decaying it was a human, an actual man. She chocked on her tears.
"Please I see you're human! Please! Why are you doing this to me?" she begged
He undid the skirt to show off his muscular thighs. They were thick and strong looking. If he wasn't here in silent hill he would be an attractive man. His stomach muscles were very much defined and she couldn't believe she was even thinking this but his penis was large and circumcised. It was long and was dripping a clear substance. She tried to turn away but she couldn't. She could feel her thighs sore, why? It was a feeling of a rash. Was her vagina getting wet again?
His gloved hand reached down to his long member and began to stroke it. Her eyes widened and she began to fight the stuff holding her back. He didn't even budge he just kept stroking this thing…was this thing dominating her? Not that it was hard with his strength. She then saw it twitch, it began to get swollen he grunted in pleasure. And then his legs began to shake. It let out a loud moan and his long member let out this white sticky stuff. It landed on her face, and she cried out and tried shaking it off. But it stuck to her; it was so warm and sticky. She calmed down when he took his sword out. Was he leaving? Not a chance…he put the sword in a comfortable position in his hand. And held it to her shirt. He then lifted it at an angle and sliced she let out a shriek. It had cut her a little but not enough to kill her. It cut her shirt rite in half along with her bra. Her pants had been sliced as well. He threw the sword into the ground having the blade stand rite next to her face. She let out a cry of fear. The sword grazed her face; if she shook like she had done earlier her face could be cut into pieces. Blood dripped down her body. He stood over her watching the hot blood drip over her covered nipple. He reached down with his gloved hand and tore it off of her gently.
Heathers breast giggled as he ripped the shirt off. The red gook holding her down was giving her lee weigh so she could move only for him. She was mortified at this, why wasn't he getting stuck in this crap! She looked up to see the walls moving. She moaned when she felt his long inhuman fingers rub over her bloodstained nipples. She was moaning but she didn't understand why. He grunted at this, kneeling down between her legs. Standing on his knees like he was a four legged creature. His large helmet he could control very well. What had happened to him that he was here? What was his story? He maneuvered his helmet over her left shoulder and had it resting there. It was so heavy how did he carry that weight…maybe that was a symbol for the guilt he carries? He played with her nipple. He gently tugged at them, she let out a loud moan and he grunted. She couldn't see his face but she had the feeling he was smiling. She began to moan louder and louder at his touch. It was so gentle…why? Didn't he want to destroy her? Could this be Stanley? No, he was violent towards woman that's what his file said. Violent so who was this under the mask? The pyramid head pulled down wards on his head lifting the helmet off of him. But still leaving it where it was resting.
He moved his face down her nipple; she could feel his breath on her. She began to squirm. His lips wrapped around her and began to suckle. She moaned louder, "Ah, I…no! Ahhh" Heather was becoming soaked between her legs. She could feel something hard above her vagina. Was that his erection…again? That wasn't human? But again this is silent hill nothing is human…am I even human. He moved his tongue over the now hard enlarged nipple. She was sweating, the red goo smelled irony. Was this blood? She had so many questions! His tongue was now moving faster over her nipple she moved jolted, letting out a loud shriek. She opened her left eye gently. She was wincing a lot more. Blood dripped over her eye. She must have cut her self when she jolted. She couldn't help her self from jolting.
He must have got turned on by the smell of her blood she noticed he had begun to grind his hips into her. She let out a soft moan, breathing heavier and heavier. He then pulled away from her nipple. He reached in his pyramid helmet and pulled something off it. She couldn't see though. That was when she felt a sharp pain in her nipple. He had pierced her; he left the thick needle in her nipple. She began to tear up once more. He lifted his hand so he was only being held up by one hand and his legs. He tapped the bloody nipple with the needle through it hard. She let out a cry.
"AHH! Stop that!" she shrieked chocking on her words.
He traced his fingers over her ribcage sending a shiver down her spine. The pain turned to pleasure. Her nipple wasn't sore to much any more, it was more enflamed. It felt as though it was on fire. The pyramid's helmet must have been held up by the red goo. She could feel him lift himself so he was between her legs. He pushed her up into the blade. She let out a terrified cry of pain. The sword had cut into her shoulder. He didn't seem to care. She began to wail and grunt in pain. His giant dirty, rusty sword was in her shoulder about 2 inches. It was being stopped by her clavicle. He moved his fingers to her pants that were torn only a little. He began to tear them apart slowly. Tormenting her slowly, she could feel his gloved hands come closer and closer to her sanctuary, her temple. Finally he had her pants ripped apart to display her dark pubic hair. She was so embarrassed. But why, why did she care what he thought of her. Why she was even wet above all? Was this a subconscious fantasy she dreamed of?
He pet her pubic hair gently then twirled a bit in his finger. She winced at him tugging. This triggered him to tug more. She let out a little moan. Finally she heard his voice. It was like she longed for this, a low growl " Beg me…."
His fingers traced through her hair, he moved down. It was like what he wanted the red gook did. It spread her legs wide apart. She let out a cry of plea; again her tears chocked her up "please…please stop. I don't want this."
His fingers rubbed over the lips of her opening. It was like a mouth, drooling over him. He wiped down and pulled away. She could feel the liquid he pulled away. She was like a pool, he could sense her longing. Her mind had changed once his finger touched her down there. She suddenly wanted him; she wanted to feel him in her. She wanted to feel warmth…something she hadn't felt in days. She first fought him but now all she wanted was him.
He moved his face down near her opening and began to lick the opening. Eating her…like that monster had been doing. She let out a loud pleasuring moan. Now if someone walked by she would be heard, and they would pass by like she was not even there. Was this pay back? He licked her slowly, this was torturing her. Her shoulder wound didn't hurt any more, it had disappeared. She didn't even care about her life any more. All she wanted was him; she was a slave to his will. When did it switch?
That was when he bit down on her. She let out a scream of agony, he pulled gently. It burned as he tugged, she tried squirming out of his grip but that pulled more. He let go and pulled away from her now blood soaked vagina. His fingers slipped inside of her easily. She let out a loud moan of pleasure. With his other hand he reached up pulling the sword out of her and putting it back into the side wall. He pushed the helmet back onto him and put another finger inside of her. She let out another moan. He began to push in and pull out slowly. But continued faster and faster, the faster he went the louder she moaned. Her mouth was now agape and she was breathing faster and faster. He pushed another finger in deeper till something stopped him from going further. This was like some sign. The goo unraveled and let her loose. He lifted Heathers limp body up and pushed her against the wall onto the cart. He let his skirt fall to his knees. Her naked body was shaking with anticipation. Her shoulder now began to hurt because he moved her. But the pain escaped from her thoughts very quickly when he entered her. He only pushed the head of his dick in her. He let it become one with her. She moaned "Pyramid…Ah!" he pushed deeper in her when he couldn't move any deeper. She winced in pain. He put his hands around her thighs; she also wrapped her arms around his neck. His helmet wasn't as thick as she thought it was, it actually had a mesh that was around his eyes. She gazed into the helmet to try to stare at something. She finally saw the shine of his eyes, they were green. He was gazing at her like she was candy. He pulled her forward and began to tear through her. She screamed and fell limp at the pain, on his shoulder. His body was so muscular and soaked in the liquid iron, blood. Why did she trust this creature of silent hill to penetrate her? He didn't stop moving, grinding his hips harder and harder. She began to breathe on him. He let out a moan. She slowly let her tongue fall from her mouth; gently she licked the side of the neck. He let out a moan, maybe he wasn't out to kill her. This was the happiest she had felt in a while, she didn't care how wrong it was. She lifted her limp head up and moved her hand up into the helmet to feel his hair. He entwined her hand through his hair and gripped he let out the most pleasing sound. She began to kiss his neck and suckle on it gently, leaving marks. He kept fucking her, rocking in and out. Her body was so warm; she could feel the pressure building inside of her. She had the sudden urge to urinate. What was this? He had broken her virginity, so she could feel blood dripping down her legs. And now she was shaking. He held her close and let her convulse. She then ejaculated on his long hard member inside her. This didn't stop him from moving in and out. She whispered in his helmet "I can't take anymore…" she breathed.
Her G-spot was pulsing, her clit was as well. She trembled at what his moans he was letting out. He held his cock in his hand and guided to another entry. Was he going back there on her? She had heard of this being done but never thought of doing it. He moved in very slowly and could feel her muscles contract and then relax. She had accepted him. He let her relax more into it. He then began to slowly push in more and more. She felt like she was being torn apart. But it was amazing; she let out another moan in his ear.
"Pyramid…I am going to explode if you keep this up." She spoke softly.
He pulled out and pushed back in and repeated this process slowly again. But then sped up making her moan louder and louder. Her breast bounced as he did this. She began to become limp again. He held her up on him, he never once let her fall. He fucked her faster and faster. Until her clit was very swollen. He let go of her with one hand and held her up with one now. He was very muscular and she could understand his strength now. He entered two fingers inside of her other opening while his cock was in the other. Her eyes widened as he hooked the inside of her and pushed upwards with his fingers. While fucking her brains out in the ass. She was surprised how he could do all this at the same time. She let out a loud moan and began to shake again. She let out a loud coo and her muscles tightened inside of her. Sending pyramid head above and beyond pleasure. He moved his finger faster and faster. Synchronizing with his movements of his hips and his fingers. She could feel his heated breath on her through the mesh opening. He panted and moaned and she finally came. The liquid poured out of her and onto her finger.
With out even wiping of his long still hard member he pushed inside of her vagina once more and pulled out. The head of the penis was pulsing. He was panting and pulled back setting her back on the wall gently. He backed up letting her see his large cock. She knew what he wanted. The final act, he wanted her to clean him off. She sat up breathing heavy and tried standing on her shaky legs. This really didn't work to well, once she rose to her feet she fell to her knees on the ground. Where the red goo still bubbled. She didn't care any more. Her now worn out cunt, was still dripping from her last orgasm, she opened her mouth and raised her hand to his cock. He let his head fall back into the air in pleasure and let out a moan, as she carefully licked of the whole thing slowly. He was in ecstasy. She licked of the juices she left on him. She didn't care how it smelled; she didn't care where it went. All she was doing was making him clean and feel the best she could. It felt as though she was entitled to make him feel the best. Why? Wasn't this rape…?
Her tongue traced the veins that were now bulging, she cupped his balls and squeezed them gently and moved down to them. She lapped at them slowly sending a shudder down his spine. He moaned, she then pulled back up to the head of his penis and opened her mouth wide. She took in the head of him. He let out a moan that was kind of cute. Inch by inch she moved down the member. Finally she had him all the way in and she began to move her head back and forth. Making sure not to miss a bit, this made her shoulder hurt a little bit. Rite when she began to feel the pain. He guided her face to slow it down. He held her and began to move him self. Slowly so he didn't choke her. She moaned in pleasure, he tasted good or was that her?
Finally after about 3 minutes of this he stopped abruptly and pulled out fast. She knew what to do. She opened her mouth to take him in. His cock twitched and he let out a final moan " Heather…"
Her eyes widened as he came on her face and into her mouth. She closed her eyes and let him finish. He was warming once more, and sticky. It almost tasted like a red wine. Very tart, she swallowed without question and went to sit up but fell over. He pulled the long skirt back up and leaned over and gently rubbed her cheek. And she was out cold…all she could do was hear him leave…the metal screech. Of him dragging his sword….
….
When she woke up the goo was gone, her clothes were on in one piece, was that some kind of sadistic wet dream she had. She sat up and shook her head. Her head hurt , her body ached. She went to get up but felt a sudden pain. " AHH" she pulled down her shirt strap to see a cut that had stitches. It was huge, there were 11 stitches. Her eyes widened…was that a real? She touched her right nipple to feel a needle still there. Her pants which were still in one piece, were soaked with blood in only one place.
"Fuck…"
Authors Note: So I know…what's the point of the whole beginning? Well just to tell you what part you're at! So HA! If you like comment me, I love Pyramid head…I was going to have him performing gay acts…but I don't think any guy is hot enough in the silent hill series. Like Vincent is ok, but I kind of felt strange about him. Like he honestly reminded me of your friendly neighborhood pedophile. Like honestly, so I think the only man figure- like thing I think is completely hot is pyramid head. So Ta-da. Hope you like!
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