Silent Hill: The One with a Crappy Plotline; Episode II
Jasper Gein was having a very unusual day. For one, he had a horrible headache, and he had no idea what he did the night before. It was very weird. He remembered driving into the forest near Silent Hill to check out the Mother Stone, but everything after that was black… he barely remembered this guy that gave him a bottle of chocolate milk, and then there was that strange man in a blue coat prowling around…
"Sir, your order?"
Jasper looked up at the girl in the 'Happy Burger' uniform, and the way she impatiently drummed her fingers on the counter.
"S-Sorry…"
He looked up at the menu, skimming through the many meal names, hamburgers…
Supreme Bacon Cheddar Burger
Something about that name named his mouth water.
"I'll h-h-have the S-Sup-preme B-Bacon C-C-Cheddar…"
"I'm sorry, sir, what was that again?"
"He'll have the Supreme Bacon Cheddar Burger," came a sexy, Hispanic, female voice.
As the worker nodded Jasper turned to the voice, locking eyes with the woman, who smiled seductively.
Something about her made his mouth water even more.
"T-Thanks…" he said; she nodded. "No problem; I used to have a stuttering problem too."
Jasper managed a smile. "That'll be twenty dollars, sir."
"W-What?"
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Walter pushed the entrance door of the 'Happy Burger' restaurant open quietly, looking around. 'I sure hope they have food here… if not they have false advertising outside…' he thought as his stomach suddenly rumbled.
'I need food…'
It attracted the attention of some people nearby, including that of Jasper Gein and Cynthia Velasquez.
Most of the people went back to eating their food, but not Jasper. He just pointed at him. "Y-You l-l-look really f-f-amiliar…"
Cynthia cocked her head to the left. "Actually, you do…"
Walter was speechless. He hadn't noticed them before, but now his headache was only made worse. He quickly tried to think of something. "Uh… We've never met before… I've never seen any of you," he lied. Jasper continued staring at him for a moment, but shrugged and reached into his pocket for some money.
He moved out of the way for Cynthia to order, but the worker looked at Walter instead. "What would you like, sir?" Walter smiled and darted over to the cash register. "Oh, yeah, I'd like…"
"I was here first!" interrupted Cynthia, who was clearly ticked off that the cashier had skipped her.
The 'Happy Burger' worker only merely stared at her with a bored expression. "The man's clearly hungry, miss, and you weren't in line, anyway."
"Neither was he!"
The blonde serial killer was about to say something when the entrance door swung open as if it had been slammed by something. "Walter!"
All of the people in the building looked towards the shout, even those pleasuring themselves in the bathroom.
Henry grinned triumphantly as he waved his Steel Pipe in the air. "Walter, Walter, Walter… How could you? I didn't think you were that vile!"
Walter scratched his head. "What… are you talking about…?"
"You know damn well what I'm talking about!" answered Henry in a yell.
"H-Hey, you're t-that g-g-guy who g-g-g-gave m-me the chocolate m-m-milk…"
"It's Henry…"
"I still don't know what you mean…" Walter responded.
Henry laughed crazily. "It doesn't matter, because I'm still going to kill you!" His right eye twitched as he prepared to rush at Walter… but the wall behind him suddenly exploded, revealing the spear- wielding Pyramid Head standing in the rubble.
Henry turned, enraged. "Hey, watch where you blow walls up!"
Pyramid Head ignored him, pointing at Walter. "I've come to kill you, Sullivan; die."
Before Walter could even react, the spear was already hurtling towards him. In a matter of nanoseconds the spear impaled him through the abdomen, inertia slamming the weapon through the wall, pinning Walter.
Blood seeped down and around the spear as Walter winced.
Pyramid Head chuckled demonically as Henry stared in disbelief.
"C-Cool!" Jasper exclaimed, unable to run… 'cause you know, he was in awe… like all other thirty year- olds that dress like geeks.
The display caused all of the people inside to scream in horror and panic, while most ran out in fright. The cashier, wide- eyed, shook. "W-Would you like to order something… sir?"
Cynthia, who was still there, looked at the girl like she was insane. The worker stammered, "It's our p-policy…"
Pyramid Head stalked past Henry and towards Walter, stroking his helmet... yeah… "Well, well, well," he spat while jerking the spear out of the wall and waving Walter around. "If it isn't a Sullivan shiskebab!"
Walter chuckled weakly. "That's actually funny…"
Henry ground his teeth. "Hey, Guy-With-The-Long-and-Hard-Pyramid-on-his-Head!"
Pyramid Head turned around to face Henry. "What? I'm in the middle of something…"
"I'm the one that's going to kill him, so put him the hell down… Or I'll have to smash you into a little, bloody, pulp!" Pyramid Head laughed. "I'd like to see you try…"
"Okay, then…" With a loud cry, Henry lunged forward, his Steel Pipe crashing down against the metal helmet. Pyramid Head's head seemed to lower a little, but he only chuckled. "Pathetic…"
"What!"
The powerful demon/god/thing swung his spear in a wide arch, knocking Henry away, while Walter slid off at the same time and landed nearby.
Jasper and Cynthia, who were hiding with the cashier behind the counter watched the spectacle unfold. "Is that even a man…?" asked Cynthia quietly while Jasper snorted. "I dunno…" replied the worker. "You… want to throw something at it?"
Walter slowly stood, pain coursing through his body. He looked down at the bleeding wound near his stomach. 'I must've retained my immortality…'
"I will not fail this time," stated Pyramid Head as he prepared to attack. He held the spear firmly in his hands and jammed it forward; Walter had more time to react now, so he quickly caught the wooden spear before it reached him. His hands wrapped tightly around the wooden base of the sharp metal, he whirled it out of Pyramid Head's hand, startling the demon.
The serial killer flipped the spear in his right hand before throwing it at Pyramid Head, his aim dead on as it pierced the metal helmet and sailed straight through.
Pyramid Head staggered back, cracks beginning to appear in the helmet. A moment later, he fell to the ground, dead.
Walter stood there for a second, staring at the corpse before starting to limp towards the exit door. Before he could make it though, Henry called out to him. "I'll find you, Walter! You can't escape!"
Walter only shook his head before shuffling out.
The
cashier, Cynthia, and Jasper slowly, but surely, stood up from behind
the counter, glancing at Henry and then back to the dead Pyramid
Head. The cashier looked to them. "Does… anyone have a cell phone
so I can call the cops?"
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"You're welcome to stay here, in an apartment, James," said Frank as he continued sweeping the lobby area. James was sitting at the desk, thinking, so he barely heard what his father had said.
"This is boring," Laura stated while resting her head on the desk. "Isn't there anything fun to do around here, James?"
James turned his head to the little girl. "Laura… you should be like eleven, right?"
"What are you talking about, James?"
The man shrugged. "I don't even know…"
Achoo!
There was a sneeze. All three of them looked up at the stairs to see Child Walter walking down, rubbing his eyes. Frank took a few moments to study the boy; he was familiar, but he couldn't place his finger on it.
"Hey, it's you!" Laura exclaimed while jumping out of the chair and running towards Child Walter, who screamed in terror and ran back up the stairs.
"Come back, little kid!" Laura called while stopping at the base of the stairs.
James glanced at his father who had ceased sweeping. "Strange… I've never seen him around recently… but…"
"What's wrong, Dad?" inquired the younger man while standing. However, Frank didn't answer; he was staring behind James, his mouth wide open.
"What's the matter?"
"Behind you…"
Suddenly, James was spun around; his shoulder was quickly grasped by a strong hand, which then encircled itself around his throat.
"Hello, James…" greeted the Great Knife Pyramid Head as he raised the man up.
"…What…? You… No… You… can talk?" gasped James. "Oh yes I can…" Pyramid Head threw James down, causing him to skid slightly across the floor. "Son!" Frank ran over to James's side, slowly helping him up.
"You cannot run away this time…" said Pyramid Head as he grasped the Great Knife and began to make his way forward… but he stopped… in front of Laura… who was looking up at him.
"L-Laura! Get away from him!" shouted James, but the little girl only held a finger at her bottom lip in curiosity. "How do you breathe in that, mister?"
Pyramid Head looked down at the little blonde, not entirely sure of what to do. His master had commanded him to do anything necessary… but he just couldn't bring himself to strike the girl down.
Unfortunately, Laura had different thoughts in mind. "Are you deaf or somethin'?"
Pyramid Head remained silent, looking back at James… when a VERY uncomfortable feeling took place over the area between his legs. Laura backed away as Pyramid Head fell to his knees, the Great Knife falling with a loud, metallic THUD.
"This…
isn't over yet… James…" And with that, Pyramid Head
disappeared, along with the Great Knife…
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Eileen handed the taxi driver the fee before stepping out of the vehicle and allowing the Italian man to drive away. She sighed rubbed her eyes; she didn't know why she told the driver to stop a block away from South Ashfield Heights, but she could use the exercise; she felt more comfortable walking in a city than in that twisted apartment with all those double-headed-baby-things…
She looked around, noticing she had been dropped off right in front of 'Joe's Pizzeria'. 'Well, I am a tad hungry…'
Dodging a few passerby, she walked in… and noticed there were very few people inside… For example, the fat guy with a blue and white- striped long- sleeved shirt and a white ball cap placed backwards on his head. He was gobbling up a slice of pepperoni pizza, glancing at her once. She turned away, suddenly not feeling so hungry anymore.
Eileen walked back outside, noticing some police cars driving by. 'Wonder where they're going…'
"Ah!... Damn…"
Eileen turned to the mutter to see a woman who was slowly standing. She seemed to have fallen, and was now dusting off her clothing. She wore a buttoned, pink blouse over what might've been a white dress with flowers scattered over it. The dress or skirt ended at the woman's knees, and her dark, butterscotch colored hair was tied back in a bun.
"Are you okay?" Eileen asked as she approached the woman, a look of worry plastered on her face. The woman looked up at Eileen, but smiled. "Oh, don't worry; I'm fine; I just tripped."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, thanks though…"
The woman smiled again. "Well, I've got to get going, so goodbye."
"Wait, where are you headed?"
"South Ashfield Heights; my father-in-law is the superintendent there, and it's close by-,"
"I'm going to South Ashfield Heights too; want to go together? This city's a little dangerous…"
"Hmm… I suppose so… but first, I haven't even introduced myself yet; I'm Mary Sunderland."
Eileen
smiled. "Eileen Galvin; nice to meet you, Mary."
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"So… you understand what our great Lord wishes for you to do?" asked Valtiel, his crimson eyes glaring at the woman. "Yeah, I just have to keep an eye on James; no problem."
"That means you do not do anything rash while you are here… It is not simple to resurrect a soul, even one created by our Lord himself…"
"So I don't get killed, I know that…" answered the woman.
"Alright, then, I will leave you know and inform our Lord of this… Be wary…"
Valtiel's human form vanished, and Maria smiled a very evil smile.
