Title: Inner Demons
Author: Daisy
Fandom: Silent Hill/Deadman Wonderland Crossover
Setting: Silent Hill, West Virginia
Pairing: Nagi Kengamine (Owl)/Azuma Genkaku, Wretched Egg (Sorae)/Minatsuki Takami (Hummingbird), Senji Kiyomasa/Toto Sakigami, Tamaki Tsunenaga/Rokuro Bundo
Genre: Horror/Romance
Rating: M
Chapters: 1/?
Word Count:
Type of Work: Chapter Story
Status: Incomplete
Warnings: Violence, cruelty, horrific depictions of violence and deformity, yaoi/yuri
Disclaimer: I don't own either of these.
Summary: For eight individuals, getting through West Virginia has just become a nightmare.
AN: I couldn't pass up the idea when it came to me. There just wasn't a way to, that I saw. I love Silent Hill, and I love Deadman Wonderland. I thought it would be amazing to mix the two, so here we are. I hope you guys enjoy!
Chapter One: The Devil Inside Us ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"A-are you quite certain we should be visiting a ghost town, Genkaku?" Asked a mousy brunet with unruly curls and dark eyes. He seemed tired, worn thin, and likely held captive by the expressive redhead beside him, strumming away at his guitar as though no one would mind.
"It might bring out the… Perfection in you, babe. I'm glad you deemed me worthy to be your travel companion." Came the reply, as a girl a few seats ahead of them on the tour bus finally turned.
"Will you stop that fucking squawking you call music? It's giving me a Goddamn headache!" Another brunette snapped, this one female, sitting on the seat with her knees to see her enemy.
"Mm, I love it when you get feisty…" Came a softer voice, whose owner gently pinched the younger girl's butt, making her turn and sit rather quickly. "But we can't really afford to have witnesses."
"Yeah, he's lucky." The smaller huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. "Sorae, when are we going to get there?"
"Yeah, you're the lucky one, little bitch." The redhead replied under his breath, setting his guitar down in its case and caressing it a few times before finally locking it shut.
"Soon, I hope." Came the optimistic reply of her lover, who placed a hand on her thigh. "You should calm down… We need to save our energy."
"Is everyone planning on taking a side trip?" Piped up a teal-haired boy near the front, moving to look at everyone behind him. "I guess that must be why the driver agreed to show us the gates."
"Yeah, well, if something freaky happens, don't come crying to me. We could be in Malibu right now, but instead we're in this cold-ass fucking forest." A tall, muscular man spoke from beside him, head resting on his elbow, "I'm ready to ditch if you are."
"Who would rather be on a beach than go to the Silent Hill?" The albino spoke as though it were ludicrous to even suggest such a thing.
"Well, aren't you all just a… Fun bunch." Spoke a bespectacled man from across the aisle, "We sure got ourselves in with an amazing group, don't you think?" Turning to his companion, the darkhaired male beside him simply decided to stare out the window.
"Sure, sure. But the odds of all of us surviving a trip to Silent Hill event free are 100 to 1. Hauntings don't truly exist, if we're lucky we'll just inhale enough smoke to give us all asthma for the rest of our lives." He answered, placing a hand to his neck and jerking it to the left quickly, giving a pleased sigh at the ensuing crack.
"Well, aren't you just Captain Buzzkill." Minatsuki murmured, rolling her eyes. "We're not here to listen to the odds, we're here to have an adventure."
"And an adventure will find us in Silent Hill, I'm certain." Added the teal-haired boy. "Right, Senji?"
"Yeah, sure. I'm with the math whiz, we're probably just going to keel over from smoke inhilation, Toto." The eyepatch-wearing man replied.
"Skeptics, the lot of you." Genkaku shot in his two cents, just as the bus made its turn onto the route they had all requested.
"We're not skeptics. We hope some freaky shit goes down!" Minatsuki cried, pumping a fist in the air, "This is going to be fucking awesome!"
"We'll see." Senji and Rokuro chimed in time with each other, earning a slight glance from the younger male.
Just as Nagi was about to say something, however, there was a loud screech of metal grinding on metal, and without warning the bus nearly turned on its side and slid forward at an angle. Crashing through the metal gate meant to keep people out, the bus groaned to a halt just inside the Silent Hill boundaries, and all went black for its passengers.
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