Author's Note: OMG! I haven't given up on BTR. Just needed to start writing again, so I decided that Silent Hill would make a suitable place to start again. It's Alex Shepherd/Pyramid Head, but not just PWP. If you ever played Silent Hill Homecoming, then give it a read, if not, read it anyway! But moving on with this story, I have a few chapters planned out, but we will see where it goes.
Shapes of Love: Chapter 2 – Odd Residents of Paris Apartments
All in all, there weren't that many residents within the Paris Apartment Complex, only a half a dozen not including Carlos. Despite the few permanent residents, there were only a couple temporary residents, but they weren't spared the curse. Carlos refused to see what had happened as a spell, spells were supposed to be beneficial, and not turn him into an ugly freak.
Mrs. Ocha and her son, Tommy, were lucky enough to be turned into instruments to make and drink their favorite beverage. Mrs. Ocha, now a round, yellow kettle had no idea that she was ever human. Instead, she believed that her entire life was lived as an animated teapot. Her young son Tommy, matched his mother, a yellow teacup that had an odd white spot on the right side of the cup, where his scar lived on his human face.
Jeremy Kinder, the local pyromaniac, matched by his transformation into a walking, talking, oven, the kind that have a gas range on top. However, he found that burning things wasn't as much fun when he would catch himself on fire as a result. He and Mrs. Ocha had an odd friendship; she would always make sure that she called the fire department whenever he decided to go a bit insane with the fireworks. But she would also make sure that he was long gone before they even arrived. Jeremy in turn would make sure that her son would be safe on the walk to and from school, especially since Tommy was short for his age making him an easy target.
Garrison never told anybody his first name, only that they should call him Garrison. He never explained his reasoning behind it but he would always regale stories of his time in the British Army. Everyone knew his odd penchant for restoring antique clocks, mainly because they couldn't escape the sound of their chimes. Ironically that he would become a tall, grandfather clock, complete with a chime that rung every 15 minutes.
However, the temporary residents weren't as lucky. Instead of being able to talk like the permanent residents, they were turned into various objects that could move of their own free will but didn't have a voice. All of them were blissfully unaware of their previous lives, completely content with living life as objects, despite living with a beast like Carlos.
Carlos hated his current situation, finding that he rather enjoyed letting his anger out by destroying empty apartments. Soon the entire complex looked abandoned and remote in the city of Los Angeles. Carlos would often find himself banged up, his hands littered with cuts caused by punches to the mirrors, or bruises from where he kicked a board with his foot only to miss and hit his shin. Every night after he would go to bed, Mrs. Ocha would walk in with the help of Garrison and Jeremy, and together they would clean Carlos' wounds to the best of their ability. Tommy was petrified of Carlos, not from the way he looked, but rather from his sheer rage.
After a week of dealing with this new form, Carlos fell into a deep depression. He stopped acting out in rage and started wallowing in self-pity. Thomas, after spending almost all of his money on his eldest son, knew that if he spent too much more then he wouldn't be able to get the parts. Levin's suit consumed around half of what he had planned to spend. Luke's necklace, while designer, only took a quarter of his allotted money. He decided to wait and buy Logan's rose later, seeing as it wouldn't cost that much. After he left the junkyard, his truck full of old parts from various cars, machines and appliances, Thomas felt like a horrible parent, he forgot about Logan's rose and spent the rest of his money at the junkyard.
Thomas was also in a foul mood, largely due to the fact that most of the residents of the city were rude, arrogant pricks and he didn't want anything to do with them. The cashier at the suit warehouse looked at him as if he didn't belong, the jeweler laughed at him when he asked about the designer necklace, commenting on his lack of funds for such a pricy item. Only the keeper of the junkyard treated him like a regular human being, not poor or different.
While walking back to his truck, parked in the only open spot near the junkyard, Thomas passed an old abandoned apartment building. Through the wrought iron fence he saw a beautiful rose bush. He rushed into the decrepit building and crept near the bush, hoping that the old apartment building was indeed empty. Cutting a rose that wasn't yet fully bloomed, Thomas turned around only to find a man cloaked in black torn robes looming over him.
A/N: Sorry it took me forever to update, college takes over my life and I don't have time to write as I used to.