Disclaimer: I do NOT own Silent Hill or Silent Hill characters in any shape or form!

WARNINGS: Yaoi (BOYxBOY), unwanted physical contact and a bratty little child.

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"—ames."

The radio hummed loudly, the white noise faded in and out as a seductive female voice continued to chant his name in various tones almost mockingly. The blond had grown used to the incredibly annoying voices although this was a new voice, completely different to the voice he had heard in the apartment. That voice was a lot deeper in tone, completely obvious that it was indeed a male speaker but the voice held a sort of feminine touch to it that made it sound smoother— similar to a woman's rather than the gruffness of a mans. His face slowly began to heat up as the inappropriate memories of his little—escapades with the pyramid headed demon began to appear in his mind.

After the helmet wearing weirdo dragged him out of the room, the creature slammed a large hand over James' head forcing him to pass out. The blond didn't know how long he had been out due to the town lacking any purpose of time, James had woken up in a large open spaced stairwell. The air smelt odd and thick with moisture, the walls were heavily painted with grim and rust. The floor was littered with sheets of wetted paper that acted as some sort of cover for the flooring.

Shortly after James had woken, he managed to stand, his knees were extremely wobbly almost making him fall over as he stepped over to the stairs. Right before his legs gave out he slammed onto the railing, his ribs collided with the metal rail and the blond could already feel the bruises forming on his torso. Carefully the blond climbed down the steps while his arms clung to the railing, the steps squished underneath his feet as some form of dirtied water would lightly squish out with his every step.

James had no clue as to why the creature would plant him into this room, finding it odd that the door he had assumed they went through was suddenly unable to open. But the man continued down the steps, the lower level of the room was especially dense and muggy. The fishy smell of the lake was all that filled his nostrils, he wrinkled his nose in disgust at the strong smell.

He managed to reach a door, rust coated the entire door but the knob remained untouched as it gleamed proudly as if begging for James to use it to open the door. Although the mans legs remained wobbly he managed to walk it off, allowing him to walk with a slight limp in his step. He slowly swung the door open, small wafts of the fog entered the room and lightly dusted the dirt off of his face. The blond stood by the opening of the doorway and took several breaths of air in, his lungs welcoming in the somewhat fresh air. The familiar smell of the lake had comforted the man, several memories resurfaced in his mind mostly consisting of the times he had shared with Mary.

The fog that rolled off the lake in soft waves gently kissed at her porcelain skin as she crouched closer to the water ignoring the bottom half of her long skirt that had gotten soaked in the lake. She playfully dipped her fingers into the shoreline and the tips of her fingers kicked the water around. The hair tie in her low ponytail began to loosen and eventually fell from her hair, her hair fanned over her shoulders and her face. It framed her overjoyed smile as she dunk both arms in the lake, enjoying the coolness of the water washing over her.

James stood a distance away from her, a camera sat in his palm as he filmed the woman. A smile tugged at his lips as he listened closely to her small giggles, shortly after she stood up— a small sigh escaped from her as she eventually made her way back to her husband. The blond felt his heart pound erratically in his chest as the woman ghosted her fingertips over his cheek, the smell of her sweet flowery perfume invaded his senses as she brought the mans face closer towards her. She gently kissed his lips before pulling away with a loving smile as she smacked the man with a handful of water before she laughed loudly at the look of shock that crossed his face due to her surprise attack.

"Mary!"

The radio began to hum lowly, the female voice returned as she hummed casually but the white noise blocked out most of her humming. James felt thankful for the static, her voice was grating his nerves as he ran down a flight of stairs and soon ran down a narrow paved street but slowed his pace. His legs were still in pain, bits and pieces of his memory were fragmented.

James could feel large hands running curiously up and down his body at first it was over his clothing but as time went on the hands slowly made their way underneath his clothes, in the beginning they started to explore underneath his coat but managed to crawl under his shirt and firmly squeezed at his bare sides. An airy moan was soon released from his mouth, the hands halted their movements but soon returned to exploring the mans bare skin underneath his clothes.

The hands soon found themselves at the mans chest, roughly rubbing their thumbs around the pink nubs impatiently waiting for them to harden. All too quickly the hands pinched the nubs harshly earning a sharp gasp from the somewhat unconscious man.

James mumbled a weak protest, his limp muscles forcing themselves to work as he pathetically pushed away the foreign hands. "N-no." The fingers continued to abuse his nipples, the man wriggled uncomfortable as the fingers refused to remove themselves from his nipples. "St—" A loud groan ripped from the blond throat as something slick ran along one of his pink buds, a sickly cold appendage smoothly glided across his chest and occasionally flicked at his nipples.

"Stop!" He begged weakly, his voice struggling to hold a firm tone.

Shortly after his command the perverted actions ceased immediately, then James found himself waking up in the the stairwell.

The blond could still feel those gloved hands roughly feeling him up, the way the hands had curiously felt his unexposed skin. A heated blush quickly warmed his cheeks as he forced the memories with a harsh shake of his head.

'Nows not the time to focus on something so—'

His thought had been cut short as he heard low humming coming from up ahead, before thinking the man rushed up the street but halted beside a tall cement wall decorated with simple but bright child-like drawings. At the top of the wall sat a familiar young girl.

He easily recognized the blonde child, she was seated at the top humming a tuneless tune before she ceased with a mischievous smile pulling at her lips.

"It was you, wasn't it?" James felt anger beginning to boil in the pit of his stomach as he remembered the difficulties the little girl had caused for him. "You're the one who stepped on my hand!" He accused the girl with a lazily pointed finger.

The little girl simply widened her smile. "I don't know maybe I did." She teased the man as she swung her legs lightly over the edge of the wall. Before James could wring anymore information out the younger one, the child shot up from the wall and bolted over the opposite side of the wall.

"H-Hey wait!" James yelled in disbelief, his hand outstretched in front of him where the child had previously been. "Dammit!" He muttered bitterly underneath his breath as he heard the sound of the child's footsteps quickly receding.

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Noodle: I'm extremely sorry for the terribly late chapter. My depression is complicating things for me, I had also recently gotten out of a really unhealthy relationship with someone. I promise the next chapter will be much longer and have at least something much more interesting happen.

I decided to add a sweet little memory for James, I thought making Mary the bubbly one out of the relationship would be perfect and having James be the serious one. I have so much planned for the plot but I'm not sure what I should go with it's so difficult but don't worry, I shall eventually sort everything out!

Please excuse my typos they weren't meant to be there, those damn buggers. Hahaha I hope you enjoyed this at least!

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