Hey there. No, I do not own Silent Hill, nor do I own Alison Krauss/her songs. Truly a pity, no?
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The constant, aching throbbing slowly dwindled into a dull twinge, then to nothing but numb. The right eye fluttered open and shut for a few moments as gore trickled from its wound in small streams down its face, the creature staring listlessly into the black nothingness before it. Sticky, revolting hair stuck to its flesh as if glued there, patches of blonde visible here and there though the majority remained slathered in scarlet fluid. Screeches and shrill cries wound down the empty elevator shaft, haunting howls of what at one time may have been canine drifting to it on a dry breeze.
RIP. RIP. RIIIIIIIP.
Body left to rot, the being regarded the approaching entity with lifeless recognition. Its legs lied upon the chain-link "floor" in a twisted, grotesque posture, tips of bloodied, pearly white bone peeking through tattered skin. Scorch marks decorated the broken form as though it were a piece of artwork, though in a macabre sense, it was.
ITFELTSOGOODOHGODITFELTSOFUCKINGWONDERFULTHESENSATIONS.RIPTEARSLASHSPLITMUTILATESCRATCHDESTROY.KILLMEAGAINANDAGAINANDAGAIN.THEREWASAHOLEHEREIT'SGONENOW.
Form slumping limply as the beast of God took it up into its claws, its lips moved as if to speak--was it female?--though merely closed once again. It felt nothing as the messenger dug into its flesh, tasting and gnawing. Raking razor fingertips down its abdomen. Obscenely taking advantage, taking it while its weak. Blood sprayed from its person, leaking from its many wounds and creating tiny pools upon the floor as the monster continued to feast upon its succulent flesh.
DO NOT WORRY, FOR YOU HAVE FOUND THE PATH TO PARADISE.
Daylight falls…and I'm lost in the big parade! Hold my hand, darlin', I'm afraid of the daylight.
