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Waking with a start, Heather bolted in the upright position. Had she fallen asleep? She couldn't remember drifting off, but that was beside the point. Where was she? White walls.. Same place as before? Yeah, she recognized the blood stains and the nightstand. Scooting herself off the dirty matrass, which could barely hold itself up on its steel brass feet, let alone her. Standing up, there was a brief dull pain that hovered around her mid-section, she groaned slightly, it wasn't as bad as it was the day before. How long has she been out? Shrugging, it didn't really matter, time seems to stand still in this place anyways.

Brushing her blood stained slim finger's brushed threw her bangs, pulling them away from her face, she breathed. A nice deep breath, it seemed like damn near forever ago since she's just been able to stand somewhere and breathe no real worries, no real issue, just a tiny room, and some pecks of air. Something simple, it felt nice.

After relinquishing her air, and refilling her lungs a few times, she focused on her surroundings. A way of escape, supplies, necessary things in order to survive, such and such. Nothing, utterly nothing. Checking her pockets, no health drinks, First aid kits, empty. Mentally cursing herself, she looked at the metallic rusted door in front of her. Light shown there dimly, though slightly brighter than the lights in the room she currently resided in, it was silent.

Heather felt uneasy about it, but she had really no other choice, she didn't want to rot in the room, and she had to be brave, she promised her dad..

Sucking up any hesitant fears that kept her still, she descended, though very hesitantly and slowly, out of the room. Her footsteps were soft and slowly paced, eyes observant to the new hallway that came into view, listening intently.

The hall was long and dim, some lights off in the distance flickered every now again. So very quiet. She began to pick up her pace, only slightly, beginning to check each and all of the rooms, she needed weapons, she had to survive somehow. She didn't want to have to fight those… those 'things' with her bare hands, if that could even be considered possible.

Getting to the last door in the hall, she stopped. This didn't look like the rest of the doors, the handle seemed filthier. Carefully she moved her hand to touch it, if felt rusted, slightly warm. Retching back her hand quickly and placed it by her side, she wasn't sure if she wanted to check this one. Sighing in realization, she had no real choice now did she? She knew she was overly curious, even for her own good. Perhaps a way of escape? Salvation? Frowning she put her hand, reluctantly, on the knob. Turning the nob, and pushing it open, it tried to refuse her entrance, making loud creaking noises and protesting. It was heavy, she placed her shoulder on the cold steel blockage, and pushed with more force. Soon, sliding open, at least enough for her to squeeze herself in.

The room she entered was dark, no lights. She reached down to her flash light and flipped it on, the light clicked on immediately, Putting the room in this bright glow. It was dark, but filled. The stench of something unholy rotting somewhere penetrated Heathers nose, it was filthy. There seemed to be skin hanging on meat cleavers, and broken glass shimmered off on the other side of the room. Heather gagged, leaning over and trying not to vomit. Squinting her eyes, she tried to think of anything but this, but nothing came.

Grasping her head in her hands, she breathed threw her mouth. "It's okay… It's okay.." She whispered to herself, she knew it wasn't, but reassurance always made her feel better.

Opening her eyes, and holding back her gag reflex, she moved forward into the room. The flesh seemed to have a downright glow, and if she were, per say a monster, it would have been lovely.

She saw something move behind some see there metal cabinets, raising an eyebrow, she moved to it. Staying as quiet as she possibly could, flicking off her light, making her less obvious. There was a small bulb that hung over the area in which she was looking, though questionable, she was thankful for it. She got as close as she could get without being seen, ducking behind a wooden crate nearby. It reeked terribly, but she wasn't one to complain. Looking through the darkness, she saw Him.

He walked around the little space around him, he reached down, unlocking some sort of spindle, from what she could tell. She watched his strong form grab his Great Knife, holding that heavy thing with such ease, sitting down on a stool, tapping his foot against the pedal, he placed the large weapon on the spinning concrete, Sharpening the weapon. Sparks flew off from the friction, like tiny silent fireworks, reflecting from his metal covered head.

He checked the sharpness, not happy with the results, he gave it a bit longer on the spindle. Satisfied, he pulled it off and stood up. Letting the wheel spin idly until it died down all on its own. Heather watched, entranced by all of it, how swiftly he moved, she never noticed. Not until now. Her foot slipped out from under her and it hit the crate with a loud 'smack!' The noise startled her, forcing her foot to her body once again. Hiding her face in her hands, sitting still, she didn't even notice she was holding her breath until it began to burn.

Letting it out softly, she opened her eyes slowly. Moving even slower to see him. He was staring right at her. Or at least his helmet was facing her direction. She could feel her face lose all its color as he descended towards her, Reaching down, he grabbed her by the arm, and thrust her upward to stand. "No!" Heather screamed, she began flailing her arms. He didn't even seem fazed. Using his second hand he grabbed her other arm, pushing her against the wall, waiting for her to calm. Which, did take a while, a long, agonizing while, but at last. She finally did.

"Wha..-what do you want!?" She seethed, terror just oozed out of her voice, but she tried to keep it stern and unnerved. Pyramid Head tilted his head slightly in confusion, he didn't want anything, she knew that. Didn't she? Alessa was in there somewhere, she couldn't have been completely washed out, leaving this.. this shell. How could his master leave him with this? There wasn't much to work with, she was brave, he had to give her that. But she was also thick skulled and ignorant. Alessa was never like this, she was brilliant, always had a plan, but how does this fit into her plan? Did she plan her untimely death? Pyramid head sighed only slightly under his mask. She had so much to learn.

He watched as the fear was just plastered stupidly on her face. He had to get her to trust him, at least that would be a starter, how was he going to be able to do this, if she couldn't even look at him without wanting to scream? Easing his grip on her, he watched as her eyebrow lifted in confusion. She did not run, did not panic. Just stared.

Letting his strong arms drop to the sides of his waist, he took a step back, giving her room. Turning away he walked back to his little spot and grabbed his spear, and a small filthy rag, cleaning the tip of the arrow. Which wasn't getting any cleaner, if anything it was getting dirtier.

"You doing it wrong." Heather stated, watching him very intently. She wasn't sure why she said it, but she felt she had to, felt entitled. Pyramid head looked over at her, grunting in response, he held out the weapon forcefully, as if to say 'I'd like to see you do better, kid.' Heather, reluctantly stepped up to the large man, letting her fingers touch the cold steel rod. It was rusted as well, but not as badly as the door knob. Gripping it tightly, she took it from his hands, which he gave willingly, touching the head, it was bloody and needed attention. Bringing it down to her level, she examined it. It was covered it dry blood, rust and other sticky liquids she wasn't so sure about.

Looking about the area, she noticed a small cloth, unsure of what material it was, she tapped it lightly. It felt like part of a shredded shirt, snatching it. She began wiping the top of the weapon, using her nails to dig in through the cloth and chipping away at the hardened blood. Scrubbing at everything, wiping intensely. When she finished, she was proud at it, it was still rusted of course, but most of the filth was gone.

She had almost forgotten about the large man, hovering over her, He was slightly impressed. Slightly. He reached out his hand to grab the weapon, which was handed to him. She stood back when he began swinging it around.

"Well?"

Pyramid head looked over at her, but again said nothing.

She wasn't sure if she should feel panicked being in the same place as this monster, or feel awkward that he's, well, she thinks staring, or even if she should be relieved that he hasn't killed her or tried to rape her like the rest of those.. things he's climaxed in. Withering.. struggling…

It was sickening. But yet he didn't come and attack her, force her against a wall and ram senselessly into her, nor has he even harmed her, in any way. Other than when he kept her from running, he calmed her. Or at least tried to.

Heather was beginning to feel light headed. She wasn't sure if it was the stench of the room, or her wondering thoughts, but she couldn't stand straight anymore. Her ears were ringing, head pounding. Pyramid head must have noticed because she could see his muscles tense, and then simply nothing at all.

She awoke violently. Grabbing her head with her hand, it stung, everything hurt. Laying back down, she tried to reconcile what's going on. She opened her eyes, they burned. Rubbing them lazily, she tried pushing herself up, when he hand slipped, it touched something warm. Snatching her hand back, letting her eyes shoot open. An arm.

Letting her eyes wonder upward, she saw there was a sleeping creature in which the arm belonged to. Truth be told, she wasn't expecting that. Not in the least.

He looked asleep, his metal head rested against the bed frame, one arm rested comfortably on her bed, while the other one was propped painfully against the wall. Her breath was caught in her throat, she wasn't sure what to do, she was so confused, so tired, hurting, frustrated. Why did nothing make sense? Why was he here? Why was she here? What is this place?

"Why the fuck am I here?" She whispered, To no one specific. To herself, to him, hell.. to that dirty wall over there. If it were listening, that's who she was talking to. That wall, that bloody, dirty, creepy wall over there to the left. She turned her attention back to the monster.

It was motionless, beside the fact that its chest rose then fell when it breathed, but even then it wasn't much. Sticking her hand out a little bit farther, she tried to touch his skin. She wanted to see if he was warm, alive, and not like one of those cold senseless creatures, that there was a person behind the mask. She had to know, she didn't really think about why, she just did. But when she reached out, his arm snapped out and grasped her wrist. Pushing away her feeble hands. Standing up, making his way to the other side of the room, where he closed the door shut, grabbing his large blade, before sitting down on a stool, and cleaning his knife.

Heather smiled. He felt warm.

Well Hey, Hi, Hello there! Next chapter is up and running. More coming your way, many many more. ;D It's not much, but I couldn't think of something Frabjous to create. Just some simple slight fluff. And whatnot, reviews are more than welcome, good or bad :D Thanks' for reading!