Xx Tender Sugar xX
Dark.
Darkness.
In this world where nightmares began. You are scared out of your mind. Your train of thought stops completely. You run.
It is best.
When one can't see.
When sense is all you have. The feeling of touch slowy pulling out of grasp. The taste slowly dissengrating on the lips. And you smell the flesh. The tainted flesh smeared with the blood. At last all you hear is these things. These sounds of ripping and tearing, of bone and skin. So maybe it is for the best,
If one can't see.
She can not see. She felt the cold rust of iron with the one arm she has. Her pale knuckle brushed against the scraping iron. Cuts form on the deathly pale. The blood leaving behind small brush marks of deep maroon. The dark. Was all that was seen by this creature. Her lips not having the pleasure of opening to a degree. She could still feel the pain. They were sew tightly shut. The 'X' pattern of the stitch scaled across her lips five 'X' marks that prevented the words. The screaming. The only noise that surfaced was moans, groans and muffled speech that was windows to the soul were cut to the quick, for there were no windows to the soul. There were no eyes. The dark sockets were covered with a downed piece of ducttape that was once a pure siver but was now dinged and tainted.
Her left leg slowly dragging behind her. Broken. The bones shattered to the tinest of pieces, the limb was nothing now but a form of dead weight, the dead weight that would most likely be the one reason she would be killed because of her slow ways. The limp was tied in the same tape as the eyes. Wrapped to the pale thigh in dinged and dirty duct tape. The leg had no feeling. It felt no pain. She couldnt feel it either. With the tiny echo of scraps from the bequived leg she moved slowly trying not to be seen by any other creatures. The rest of the body was also wrapped in the dinged tape from the left shouder to the under arm of the right arm. The body's left arm was taped to the torso, it was unuasble to defend oneself. The legs were each wrapped indivdually for movement.
The breathing of the creature stilled. She carefully craned, her choppy uneven black hair brushed her shoulders. She peered around a dark corner. Her vision black. She heard the scapes, the clanks and the killing. She heard the noise head for her location. The only defense. She sensed this was huge. This monster. She dropped to the ground acting dead. As if another monster had waltzed up and taken her as prey. The creature approached. Carrying a huge sword that scraped against the ground with a harsh metal clang and screetch. The body tensed the sense of the blind monster on end. He was huge. She felt it. Him. Tower over her even in the darkness of shadow she felt the danger and twinged, He stepped around her with two big heavy steps that made the metal clang beneath him. The sword dragged across by her one outstreached hand the metal ran right over her balled fist which was clenching the only weapon in her reach a small knife.
The huge metal weapon trailed closer as the creature moved past her. The rusted metal cut into her fist. She bit into her tounge trying not to muffle out a noise.A huge bug crawled on her back making the monster twitch and squirm. He took another slow step and the rusted sword cut deeper and she made a loud muffled shriek. The creature turned it's head to reveal a huge rusted pyramid over the muscular rotton corpse. With the one avalible arm she pulled at the metal of the floor trying to pull herself away from this walking death sentence. Her chewed and bitten nails pulling at the rusted floor. She pulled with all the strength she had in the one arm. The muscular Pyramid man grabbed her ankle and started pulling. He pulled at her. The strength in the weak arm had given out and she let go.
She muffled screams of terror. Even being a monster she was still terrified of what he might do to her. She grabbed onto the floor again, she left go once more and she searched frantic for the knife that she had before. She couldnt locate it. The terror took over her frail skeleton again. He pulled at her body and she muffled more screams before her limbs gave out and her arm let go.
The body dragged against the metal. Rough bumps and slam in's with walls were iminent, the dragging was slow. She activated her defense. Play dead once again. The one hand rubbed against the rusted floors and against the random objects laying on the floor the debris of the destruction, her hand wrapped around a pipe laying on the ground. The monster holding her roughy grasped around the ankle of the bad leg and pulled, she could feel the pain again the bones being scrunched together chiping deep within the nerves of the leg. Pain. The harsh feeling shocked up the monsters leg and made the groans of pain continue. The stiched lips only opening to the degree of the stitchings limit. The limb started to seizure from the nerve endings. The dragging. Had seized,
The most felt was the rusted metal under it's head. The small cusion of the black hair did nothing. The meaty hand of the attacker let go of her limb and she acted dead for her own safety. The muscled male 'corpse had placed his large hand in a grip around the scrawny females neck. Breath was hard, the airways constricted. Something slithered inbetween the stitches and into the constricted airway parting anything in the way. Little as she knew from not having the ablity to see such things. It was this things tounge... It's orgin was from a hole in the bottom of the pyramid helmet. It slithered as deep as possible without the ripping of the stitches. It felt the inside of it's hostages mouth. Then it slowly retracted back into the Pyramid leaving the taste of rusted metal, blood and a hint of something that was undefinable at the inside of her cheeks.
The corpse let go of her neck and moved to the tainted duct tape that was now a blackned hollow silver. He ripped it leaving no mercy. She reacted, She hit him with the clasped pipe and tryed to get away by scooting. He reached for her. She took the one good leg and pushed him away whacking him with the pipe once more. Bam. Right smack in the Pyramid. She left a small dent and hit again still trying to get up without disarming herself. This handicap would get her killed, she felt it and knew it. The now angered Pyramid Head grabbed her by the neck and with the other arm snatched the pipe and threw it. It landed in the wall with a heavy smash. The Pyramid man layed her back down by pushing weight on the frail neck and holding her down. He scanned for enemys as not to inturrupt him. The pyramid grabbed at the monsters hips letting go of the neck. The one arm moved as quickly as possible to shove off the impending intruder. Without sucession. He continuously ripped off the duct tape that was wrapped around the body he was about to intrude.
If you never noticed. When you are alone and you have nothing to defend yourself with, you are helpless. You are alone and you can not fight back. This monster. The Hostage. Is the repesentation of being helpless.
The monster was on its stomach and she slowy raised her head and she heard the clanking of the rusted metal on the Pyramid man's sword, he was walking away dragging his weapon away with him. The monster slowly used the one arm to push herself to a sitting position. Pain. There was this huge pain in her abdomen she clasped one hand on her somach and slowly scooted across the floor. She felt the cabinet. She slowly pulled herself up using the cabinet for stablity. She felt the drawer and opened it. Her hand bumped objects. When her hand bumped a syringe she jumped. Scared sensless. She felt the bumpy texture of duct tape. She pulled on it and pulled out the whole roll. She slowly slid down to the ground and with the one hand started to tape her breasts back into postion and coverage. The tape tightened on her skin and pulled at it holding it into position. She carefully ran her fingers over her sensitives and retaped everything he had ripped and shreaded.
The monster hung her head for a little while. Then slowly pulled itself up. She walked slowly still limping as always. Hands searching for the way out onto the streets.
The streets.
The barren streets. Of Silent Hill.
She finnally made her way out. She wandered walking slowly. She stopped and listened to the sound of lying fiqures. She quickly hide behind a garbage can. She was midway on Koontz Street. The main object to be found was the Green Pharmacy on the corner. She placed her hands on the concrete. She didnt know how she would get there. She just had a feeling. Following her sense of hearing. She skirted around lying fiqures and pushed her way into the boarded windows of 'Green Pharmacy' it was empty. The boards had kept the monsters outside. She pulled the board back into place to ensure safety.
Pain.
It echoed through her stomach and she carefully sat down. The ache was from the attack of the Pyramid monster. She felt the warm tile. It was still warm from the underground fires. Bottles lay scattered over the floor. Her pale knuckle bumped into a bottle. Her fingers laced around the bottle and she popped off the top with her thumb nail and the dark maroon liquid slowly emptyed onto the floor. Her fingers played in the sticky liquid. She took a finger and placed it to her lips. The drown taste of cough syrup rested on the top of her tounge. She took another bottle and pryed it open with her long fingers. She dipped her finger in it then put it to her lips again in a sort of taste test. She had nothing to eat and she had to feed. Just like a Feral. She wrapped her hand around the bottle and put it to her lips letting the sticky fluid slid past her stitches.
She threw the empty bottle and it's glass form shattered. She crawled to the corner close to the window and tightened herself against the wall. They coundnt see her this way if anyone or anything tried to brake in.
She layed there. Silent. Her breath slowed.
In the town of the fog. Silent Hill.
