Author's Note: This was originally based on a poem I wrote that was inspired by a dream that was somewhat like this (ah, poems based on dreams that turn into oneshots… can life get any better? I say NAY!). I then decided to give it a Silent Hill twist to make things interesting and I of course decided to include my favorite monster in all the games, The Pyramid Head. And of course, he plays the role of the punisher.

Title: Labyrinth

Rating: Mature

Length: 1,208 words

I woke up to the pungent smell of something I couldn't quite place my finger on. It smelled somewhat like rotting meat, but much more sickening. Opening my eyes, I was shocked to see how dark it was. Where was I? What is this place? I rise to my feet slowly, swaying. My head is pounding and I bring my hand up to my forehead to find that my hair is horribly matted.

When I reach forward, my hand comes in contact with something solid. The surface is cold and rough. I trace my fingers across the expanse of the unknown object and figure that it must be a wall. Stepping forward attentively, I lean against the wall for support, my head is still pounding. Sliding slowly to the floor, I sit on something, causing me to jump slightly. I reach out into the darkness to find whatever I sat on and my hand touches what feels like plastic. It's a flashlight.

I struggle to find the switch to turn on the light, praying that this thing has batteries in this thing. To my shock, but pleasant surprise, when I flip the switch, a stream of light shoots out. Compared to the almost black darkness, the light is blinding. After my eyes adjust, I see that the beam does not reach far, something was stopping it. It was another wall. Apparently, I was in some sort of hallway. There was something rather peculiar about the wall; it was an odd brownish red color. Reaching out to touch it again, some of the strange coating on the wall chipped off into my hand. Bringing it to my nose, I curiously sniffed the substance. It smelt of rust and something else I couldn't quite place.

I spotted the shadow of something lying against the opposite wall from me and I bent down to pick it up, it was a gun. Why was that there? Bending down to pick it up, I found that it fit perfectly in my hand, almost too perfectly. A roaring scream erupts from the darkness, forcing me to cover my ears. The whole hall seems to shake violently. I steady myself by gripping to the wall, what the hell was that?

Finally deciding that I should move forward and find a way out of this place, I place one foot in front of the other and push myself forward. My footsteps echo loudly off the metal floor and walls to the point where it is almost deafening. But that's the only sound that keeps me connected to reality, the tap of my boots against metal, that and the steady inhale and exhale that seems one hundred times louder than usual.

After what seems like an eternity, I begin to feel tired. How long have I been in these winding, narrow halls? How long will I be here? Why am I here? … Where exactly is here? These are the thoughts that have entered my mind since the beginning, echoing off the walls of my mind. Periodically, the roar returns, seemingly getting louder the farther I walk. I sigh, for all I know I could be walking in circles. To my horror, my flashlight starts to flicker, and then it dims out completely.

In the total darkness, I begin to hear my heart beat. It races as I reach forward, not knowing what I'll touch. Nothing, just air… I exhale the breath that I had been holding. Then I see it, a faint glow in the distance. I cannot judge exactly what the glow is coming from, nor can I properly judge how far it is from where I stand. Could it be another person lost in this cursed labyrinth? Hope fills my heart and I dash blindly forward, but hope soon turns to horror when I see what waits for me there.

The light came from candles that hung from the walls, and what they revealed sickened me. It was blood, and it covered the walls. Stepping closer to the wall, I saw that the deep crimson spelled out words, and I began to read. It only was a matter of moments before I jumped back, letting out an audible gasp. These were my memories, my fears, my sins… written in blood. How did they get here? WHY were they here? Shaking, I reached out and touched the wall, only to find that the blood was still fresh. I stifled a scream. I dash forward; feeling the cold and vengeful stare of something follow me. Each of the letters painted in blood seemed to scream out at me, taunting me. I wanted to yell back at them, I wanted to cry, I just wanted to leave. Pressing onward, picking up speed, the red letters soon becoming blurs, but they never lost their meaning.

I came to an abrupt stop when I ran into something, falling backwards. Looking up, I saw that it was a door. The door held two messages, neither of them was comforting. The first message was: Face your fears. The second: Judgment has come. I reached up to my eyes, tears now flowing freely. I wanted to curl into a ball and never move again… but something kept me going. Curiosity overwhelmed fear as I reached up to the rusted handle and gripped it. Turning the handle slowly, The door creaked open. "Is this the Minotaur's dwelling?" I mused aloud.

Opening the door fully, I stepped in, a new boldness filling me. I was no longer in a narrow hallway, but a cavernous room. What sat in the middle of the room made all boldness flee from me. It was a hangman's noose. I reached out to it attentively and took it in my shaking hands. The haunting scream filled my ears once more, this time reaching to my very core. Spinning around wildly, I searched for the source of the howl. Then I saw it.

Standing tall, almost proudly, not ten feet away from me, was a towering figure. He wore what reminded me of a butcher's smock and a large triangular helmet. In his hands, he gripped an unthinkably large sword, one that was crusted over in what was undoubtedly blood. I felt like screaming, but nothing came out. The monster stepped towards me and I realized that it had not been screaming that had been haunting me in those halls, but the scrape of his blade on the rusted metal floors. This only terrified me more. As the monster neared me, it's intentions became clear… he was going to kill me.

I dropped to my knees, sobbing uncontrollably. What had I done to deserve this? The writing in the blood shot through my mind, and then I knew. This was atonement for my sins. I was meant to die in penance. I rose from the floor just as the monster reached me. The monster reached fourth and took a strong hold of my throat. I did not struggle as he lifted me off the ground, I no longer feared death. Taking his sword, the monster thrust it forward and I felt his blade slice through me completely. Then… I felt nothing. The sweet release of the abyss was upon me.

THE END

Note for those not familiar with a lot of Mythology: The Minotaur was the creature who would roam the labyrinth, feasting on all of those who had the misfortune of crossing his path.

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