So...Here is the next chapter. I haven't found a Beta Reader yet so it might not be 100% true to the Silent Hill universe. Please, don't hate on me for it... Instead, be my Beta Reader! :D
I thought I would let you guys know that I believe in the Xuchilbara, Lobsel Vith Creation 4 Myth, so I will reference it throughout the series.
Ok, enjoy!
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She was here, really here, with him.
He thought for certain he would never see her again after he sent her back. But here she was.
A swath of her beautiful blonde hair fell in front of her face, obscuring the left side of her face. He felt a strange warmth bloom in his chest.
Her eyes flicked every so often as she slept. It was a funny little thing…sleeping, and he was utterly fascinated. She breathed so slowly and lightly, giving a tiny snore here and there.
She looks so peaceful.
From the ceiling, he watched with special care, ready to jump to her aid at any moment, prepared to fight if he had to. As much as I abhor violence. He was the god of rebirth after all, hurting others was more suited for Xuchilbara.
I wonder how long mortals need to sleep. It seems like it's been forever-
Just then, Cheryl stretched and gave a high squeak as a popping sound came from her limbs. She's hurt herself! He let go of the ceiling, landing right next to her bed, hands extended to heal.
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Cheryl stretched, her bones giving a satisfying pop, and gave a tiny squeaky yawn. She had slept so well, after being so exhausted-
*slam* Her eyes shot open to see a faceless monster reaching out to grab her. She slipped off the side of the bed screaming, and somehow managed to get her ass caught in the space between the bed and the wall. "Ah, shit, shit, no!" She struggled against the bed, trying to free herself and scramble to safety. But the bed wouldn't budge.
The only thing she could do was put her hands out to try and protect herself from her oncoming doom.
This is it. After all I have been through, I'm going to die from my ass being stuck. If it were anyone but her she would have laughed at the stupidity.
She squeezed her eyes shut, hoping that it will at least be quick.
"Huh?" She stammered as strong hands wrapped around her wrists and tugged her from her supposed tomb, sitting her lightly on the bed.
A crouching, twitchy, faceless monster was checking her over. Red tendrils snaked from its arms lightly touching her skin every now and then as its hands hovered over her body.
"Uh…" She really wasn't sure if she was awake or still dreaming. It stopped its checking, the red things retracting into a split in its arms. It cocked its head to the side, as if confused, and then stood up.
It was a huge monster, looming over her. "What are you doing?" The question just kinda popped out. She didn't know why she was talking to it, it's not like the monster could answer.
"You're not hurt? I thought I heard you cry out in pain." The monster rasped, its voice sounding a little like a heavy smoker and definitely male.
She wasn't sure if she felt shocked that it had spoken…or terrified of its intimidating stature…maybe a little bit of both.
"Did you just speak?" She jumped off the bed and backed away from it while looking about the small bedroom for any kind of weapon.
The monster started a fit of violent twitches, but got them under control before speaking "Yes…I can speak. …Cheryl, what are you looking for? Can I get something for you?"
Cheryl found nothing, nothing in the whole freaking room to use as a weapon. She stopped her search and turned to look at the "friendly" monster, there was something about it, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it.
Yellow leathery face, red gloves, long robe, black rubber boots, and red markings on its shoulders…"You look familiar-"
The monster beat her to it, "Yes. We have met on a few occasions. Well, a little more than a few," It rubbed at the back of its neck. It seemed strange for a monster to enact the human gesture. "Although, we have never been properly introduced."
Suddenly it extended its right, red gloved hand; the three middle fingers appeared to be fused together. She examined it, and then looked back up to it "Huh?" She probably looked like one of those dopey cartoon characters with their mouth on the floor, but in all honesty that's what she felt like.
It lowered its hand slightly, the patchwork face distending a bit in what she could only guess was confusion "Don't mortals shake hands when they introduce? My mistake…I can only learn so much from the worshippers." Before the monster could retract the hand Cheryl grabbed it, much to its surprise and her own.
"Well, we do…it's just I never expected this from a monst-" She cut off quickly, hoping not to offend this possible friend. "My name is Cheryl Mason…although you seem to already know that. Who might you be?"
The monster wasted no time in shaking her hand rather excitedly, like a two year old having a go at it for the first time.
"My name…well, you can call me Valtiel. My real name is rather difficult for most to pronounce." The corners of its patched face seemed to raise a little, making a tight crease along where its mouth should be.
Whoa, now that's a smile fit for nightmares. But she held that little remark in, instead smiling back as friendly as she could.
"So, Valtiel…do you mind telling me why I'm here?"
The monster, Valtiel, appeared just as confused as she was. "I…honestly, I have no idea. I know you were sent back to your world…" Cheryl noticed he was still clutching her hand, despite their introduction having come to a close.
*Eh-hmm* She looked pointedly at her trapped hand.
"Hmm? Oh! Yes, sorry…" He quickly released her hand and started fiddling with his gloved hands awkwardly.
Why was he being so nice? Has he forgotten that I killed his god? The memory of it made her shiver. "So…does this mean no hard feelings for killing your god?" She probably shouldn't have asked…but she needed to find out what this guy's edge was. This had to be some kind of trick or something.
Valtiel winced a bit, a twitch making his head jerk. "Oh, that…ha-ha, yeah…you did kill her… But it's no big deal. I'm just glad you're ok." He had a strange faraway look, despite not having eyes.
This guy is a total nut-case.
"Yeah…thanks for being so understanding." She kicked lightly at a nearby chunk of plaster, the tension in the air becoming unbearable. "Well… I better get going." She gave a mock salute and tried her best to keep from running out the door to her left. Exit stage left…I'm getting the hell out of here.
She expected hands to wrap around her at any moment, a spike to slash through her back, her head to get chomped off…but nothing happened. She kept on walking down the apartment hallway, unhindered.
Taking a deep breath she chanted: Don't look back. Don't look back. In all the movies the character that turns around dies.
Curiosity got the best of her.
Growling she spun around arms raised to fight, to see nothing. Nothing but the dark empty hallway.
She sighed heavily, feeling completely relieved. So that's it? He is just going to let me go? You know what, maybe I imagined the whole thing…I wouldn't be surprised if I was going crazy.
She shrugged the thought off, turning her attention to finding a weapon. She tried to piece together where she was, but nothing seemed to come to mind. This was the normal world, or maybe the fog world, a little grubby, but not too bad. It's kind of funny; I can't really recognize anything without all the blood and rust.
She was happy for the change though.
Off to the side there was a door that read room 72. She jiggled the doorknob to find it unlocked and helped herself inside.
It was another small room, complete with dusty bed sheets and dreary drapes. Something in particular caught her eye, a glint of metal beneath the bed. She crouched down and pulled out a metal baseball bat. The ball came rolling out from under the bed as well, but she had no desire to hit a home run anytime soon. "Score, this ought to come in handy!" Now she was making some progress!
She felt much better now that she had something in her hands.
The hallway got darker the further down she went. She grabbed her favorite flashlight, smacked it a couple of times and flicked the switch. More dark, creepy hallway.
Nothing, what the hell was going on here anyways? Where were all the monsters? She knew that when she was here the last time monsters were freaking crawling out of the walls, all eager to get a taste of her blood. And now there was just silence.
Her dream came back to her suddenly: The handsome man extending his hand out to her pleading "Please, Silent Hill needs you to come back." She had to admit, there was something off about the nightmare world…but she had expected that since she had killed their god.
Things were bound to get fucked up when you did that.
A movement down the hall caught her attention. Something had just darted around the corner. Finally some action. She raised her metal bat, cocking her arm up and ready to swing…just like her Dad had shown her. Quickly she blocked the memory and the oncoming tears. This isn't the time to get emotional.
She came to the corner, held her breath and then charged in. Sure enough, a small monster with pale veiny skin was trudging along the hallway. Aha! Numb Body. Haven't seen one of those in a while.
It turned its head towards her and made a babyish whine then hop-limped towards her. Cheryl slammed the bat into the side of its head, knocking the creature to the floor and began kicking it mercilessly while it screamed.
"Whew, for a second there I thought I wasn't in Silent Hill." She laughed to herself despite the situation. Guess this place has gotten to me…I'm not really that scared anymore.
She explored the floors, finding nothing of significance except a bit of beef jerky. She came to the steps that led down to the basement. Erm, I don't know if I should…
Taking a deep breath she began down the steps and whispered "Ok, Silent Hill brought me here for a reason. There has to be something, somewhere that I need to kill." The best place to look for that something would be anyplace she wouldn't want to go to.
The basement of the apartment complex smelled of mold and dust, the air thick and moist. It was relatively empty. There was absolutely nothing here… Hmm? What's that? Cheryl walked over to the back corner, her flashlight gleaming off something in the dark.
The thing that had been reflecting her light was a mirror. It was an old, ornately framed mirror. Right here, in the middle of this nothing. Creepy. Her flashlight sputtered and flashed as she tried to mull over the significance of the mirror.
"Great." She pulled it out of her jacket pocket and smacked it a couple of times, making it sputter more, then went out completely.
She turned back to the mirror, even though it was pitch black without her light, the mirror showed everything clearly, as if the lights were actually on. She gasped.
In the mirror image a large form was shambling behind her. She turned around, her bat ready, but could see nothing but blackness. She looked back to the mirror, watching in horror as a Closer noticed her standing by the mirror. It stalked towards her mirror-self, dragging its heavy club-like arms, head gyrating furiously in excitement. Once it got closer she heard it growl hungrily from the shadows. Oh great, found a weapon…but not the one I need.
With her escape cut off, she blindly swung at the air when it was within swinging distance of her mirror-self. She felt the bat connect and heard it growl angrily.
Maybe I can run past it now. She turned her head back to the mirror trying to see where it was now. "Shi-" The Closer lashed out with one massive, spike tipped arm, knocking her into the mirror, shattering the glass. The sinister bone-like blade stabbed through her belly with a sickening squish. Cheryl screamed, hunching into herself from the pain.
There was a screeching roar from somewhere in the darkness.
At this, the monster removed the appendage, whined and began to trudge away from her. Whatever the monster was trying to escape must have caught it because there was a deafening scream, hot blood spattered against her face from the shadows.
Not wanting to wait around for the other monster to find her, she tried to get up and run from whatever was killing the screaming Closer. Cheryl cried out in pain when she got to her knees, large glass shards from the mirror stabbing into her flesh. I hate mirrors.
The huge Closer let out a final yelp before a sickening snapping sound signaled its end. Cheryl curled into herself, praying the darkness would hide her from the obviously more fearsome monster.
She heard a light scrabbling sound slowly coming towards her. She waited for the end. Her blood was gushing from out between her fingers and pooling around her legs, making her light-headed.
With one hand she raised the bat. If I'm going down, I'm going down swinging. The monster in the shadows gave a curt growl then scampered closer.
All her force was put into the next swing, and it was a good one. The bat cracked against the creature.
"Ow! What was that for?" The darkness groaned.
"Who is that?" She called, her vision starting to blur.
"It's me, Valtiel. I came to check up on you and…you're bleeding!" He exclaimed from the shadows. Strong arms wrapped around her, cradling her against cold flesh.
The creature ran at a speed that made her mind whirl. She rested her weary head to his chest, trying to not black out as he whisked her away.
Before she knew it they were back in the room she had woke up in. Gently the monster laid her down on the bed, his patch-face scrunching around the edges.
His hands hovered over her body, as those weird red tendrils snaked out from the crease in his flesh.
Cheryl laughed nervously "I've seen enough hentai to know where this is going." I hope that won't come back to bite me on the ass.
Valtiel turned his head, confused "What?" The joke obviously was wasted breath on this guy.
"Never mind-" She gasped as the red tendrils began to worm their way under her torn flesh. "Ouch! What the hell? Get your tentacle things out of me!" She swatted at them trying to rip them out from under her skin.
Valtiel yelped when she managed to tear a few of them and grabbed hold of her wrists, leaning over her, his eye less face staring intently. All friendliness gone "I'm healing you. If you do not comply you will die." What could she say to that? Grumbling, she lay back down, but kept an eye on those tentacle-things.
Satisfied, he turned back to her injuries.
The pain from the squirming things was bad at first, but slowly it dulled to a warm sensation.
She could feel the ripped muscles and organs forming back together and, to top off the weirdness, hot ooze began squirting into her system from a couple of the tendrils, making her light-headedness nonexistent.
She watched utterly fascinated when they finally retracted, sealing up her torn flesh in rapid flickering movements.
When the tendrils went back under her monster-friend's skin and he backed away she gave her legs a couple of test kicks. She pulled her shirt up over her belly and saw that it was smooth and not bleeding. It felt like nothing had ever happened; she stood up and walked a step or two, marveling.
Her new friend started sputtering barely coherent apologies for his rudeness earlier, twiddling his fingers nervously. He may be a horror on the eyes…but he saved me. She interrupted his apologizing,"Hey, Valtiel,"
He turned his gaze up to her, "Yes?" His leathery face crimpling into concern again.
"Thank you."
Ok. Another Chapter down! I hope you guys are liking it so far. Please remember to review and don't foget I STILL NEED A BETA READER. PM me if you are interested.