Beyond the Triangle

Episode 1

*Shrrrrrrrrrk-Shrnnnnnnnk*

Yeah whine! You stupid oversized knife! Even if had I have the strength of forty men I still think you are cumbersome! But unfortunately I am not freaking Hercules or Samson, so no, I can't grab a car or jump a skyscraper in one bound. Wait a moment…I am talking to an inanimate object! This stupid wait is killing me! Yeah, being in this dark-as-shit hallway, doing jack shit, waiting for this guy that stupidly though this dead wife sent him a letter, if I am the manifestation of him, it better not be intelligence!

(Muffled) *sign*

I am still wondering what I am supposed to be my purpose in this shithole. Seriously! I am literally in a cell, if cells where this long of course, the damn town has not informed me anything of what I am supposed to be doing, I have been pacing around this place, carrying this big-ass knife, and having my big fleshy, skull less head, is abominable, if I had bones I would have no need of this damn helmet, if my eyes were not super-duper, I would be blind, yes I have superman vision, I am using it right now to only see through my helmet, not to see through everything in sight, that would be difficult. Talking about difficultly, how the unholy hell I am alive anyways, thing is welded to my head, and the only hole I have is to let out my feel tongue! And yes, I actually can sense the emotions and moral alignments of any living being with my tongue. But to say the least it would be goofy to stick it out all the time to feel where this Sunderland dude is, oh I have an idea, I lick my hand, and held it out, but in truth I am close to making the tongue out of my mouth! Mmmm, no, it sounds stupid, but at least I will not look like an idiot, I could even look scary! Well let's try it.

*sticks this tongue in this gloved hand, then he lets the hand go to, and puts it in a "stop there" fashion. Like if he was trying to look around like a blind man*

HOLY BALLS! I my saliva can feel the alignments of others! I am even more impressed with myself right now. The problem is that the alignment of the creatures that where here is…grey. Just attacking 'cause the town is ordering them. Well, now that I think of it, what the hell I am? I am definitely not human, after all humans have skull-less, disproportionately big and soft heads right? And do I have a name? Do I die if I am far away of this Sunderland or silent hill? I sit on the ground, brooding like an idiot, in fact fuck it; I will not think aba-

*static*

(Gasp) a man in a green jacket, grey shirt and simple blue jeans, also the guy is blonde…Sunderland. I see him staring directly at me, with a glare; radio stating from this pocket. The idiot carries a crowbar and a flashlight on this outfit. I stand up and slowly make my way to him. We stare at each other for a few seconds and both of us unable to do anything thanks to the bars, Sunderland simply turned back, running…I try to touch the metallic cylinders, suddenly they…melt, I get out I realize that…I am glwing red, like if have fire on me!

(Muffled) AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

I start to pat my arms, body and legs rapidly, but to my shock this was not fire, fire hurts like ass! I have some kind of…how do otakus say? Oh yeah aura or some shit. Suddenly I hear a sound.

FUUUNK!

As I open my three eyes (for each of the three faces of the pyramid shaped helmet there is an eye, so yeah I have three) I realize that I am now outside of the cell, somehow…I notice that it is in a sickly red-orange color in the walls, and some sort of kitchen room, very crumpled. Beyond that I see two torsos and with legs of mannequins. Wait two mannequins in a kitchen? Suddenly the damn things were walking towards me, their movements twitchy and almost similar to stop motion; I grabbed the oversized knife and pointed it at them. "I believe what I have felt was you guys, so do me a favor and stay the hell away from me!" The warning was not heard, and to say the least I know why, first: these things have no ears, second: I have this thing muffling my mouth. I the things just stared at me for a second, before continuing their march.

I managed to put the knife in the air with both arms, and then I made it fall, but my movement was too damn slow so the thing moved to the right, avoiding the descending blade. The mannequin that was closer managed to pound my helmet, making me fall thanks to the fact that I got out of damn balance! I throw away the stupid thing and I decide to charge the two, the helmet hits the one in front of me, the other one on the left is grabbed by my arm, all three of us falling on the ground. I try to get up, but the damn things keep moving like headless chicken, I finally grab the two demented legs epilated them into the kitchen stand, wait…this looks oddly sugest-

*door opens, and a small screech is heard*

The fuck was that? Is there someone here? I grab one of the fallen dolls, maybe dead; the mannequin returns to life shortly, I in turn quick it! On the while making a dreadful echoing "HHHHUUUUURGH* sound, yeah! Never fuck with me! (well I guess I have to use now roars to communicate, like a damn animal! I try to find out who was the uninvited guest, I put my right palm in the hole and I flex the left arm, then when I am about to stick my hand in the air I see a light and a pair of eyes in a closet. "Sunderland?" I (try to) say.

Suddenly without, warning seven gunshots were sent to my helmet! Tipping my delicate balance off!

"You

BANG

-cock

BANG!

-sucker

BANG

-why do

BANG

-you

BANG

-shot at

BANG

-me?!"

BANG!

I try my best to make a tactical retreat. No! I am not scared okay?!

To be continued.