How long has it been…

It feels like I've been in here for ages…

That bastard! Siren thought as she paced the corpse filled room.

As long as Siren could remember, every time she tried to sleep she was woken by wailing sounds as Grey Children found their way into the room like roaches and drove her to insanity; the more she killed the more she ate, and the more she violated their bodies the way her father violated her. She spent her time rearranging the corpses in the room and drawing them, then skinned them before she drew their bones in different positions until she growled in fury and threw them into the wall; shattering their forms and sending bone everywhere. She was thankful for a working bathroom conjoined to her original room which allowed her to shower and use the restroom but that was about it, her clothes were faintly torn at the edges but she could do nothing about it but use her knife to try and adjust them, cursing Aeron's name in any way that she could. Siren often found herself thinking of way to torment the Executioner for keeping her locked up for so long until she'd lose interest in it or start to talk to herself, she was the only company she had unless she was harassing one of the lifeless corpses that now laid around her room; she didn't even understand how or why she was suddenly so ruthless but she was, she pined for more than the flesh and blood of the Grey Children that found their way into her room despite the stench of the rotting ones in her room; however they seemed to avoid the room now.

"How long has it been?...Has Aeron forgotten that I— that we were in here?" Siren asked, she referred to herself as two different people even though the second person was just a voice in her mind.

Don't ask me.The voice in her mind seemed to answer.

Siren sighed then walked to the only clean corner of her room and started to wipe the blood from her knife as she listened to the sound of faint groans that echoed to her room, it sounded like the faint noises of someone in pain; but her darker side seemed to know what it was so Siren made no motion to acknowledge the sounds knowing that it might give pleasure to the owner of the sounds to know that she had heard his sounds from where ever he was. Instead Siren put her knife away then drew her knees to her chest and put her chin on her knees as she stared at the door with wild blue and green eyes, waiting for the door to be unlocked or for something to burst through the door to end the repetition of the Hell she found herself in; however after a while the groans seemed to stop as something started to walk in the direction of the room that she was in. Her heart sped up as the sound drew closer and closer, her heart was racing with both fury and excitement of possibly getting out when a faint click was heard and the door opened a crack and the helmet of Aeron appeared in the room.

"You fucking bastard!"

Aeron had silently cursed himself for forgetting about the human, he meant only to keep her there for a week; but a week turned into a month. Cautiously he opened the door just crack hoping to see only a blood spatter left of the human he had brought but instead he froze seeing the room in a state of carnage.

"You fucking bastard!"

The yelled made Aeron step back to see the human girl, her pale skin was even whiter with the lack of sunlight as her eyes were feral and completely demented, her strait black hair was now tangled in places only added to his surprise as he looked around the room to see that there were corpses in almost every corner of the room. Some were skinned, others were half eaten as bones covered the floor while everyone with skin and flesh seemed to have been raped by a knife, most multiple times until their backs weren't recognizable; he was confused as to how a human could be so inhuman but there she sat; in a corner with those furious eyes locked into his from the mesh of his helmet. The look in her eyes was almost demonic as she slowly stood then walked up to him, her knife in hand as she glared at him with all her pent of rage; he felt nothing at first until he had remembered that she was locked in the Hell she had been in for a month, he never even troubled his mind by thinking about what to do with the human if she had lived until today, only because he had thought that the human was already dead, without a clock in the room it must've seemed like forever that she was trapped in the small room and he didn't know what the solitary confinement had done to her mentally even though she seemed physically fine.

"Stop human." Aeron said firmly, not asking but demanding.

He glared darkly at the human who glared darker, she showed no signs of stopping even though he demanding that she did and continued to walk up to him; her pupils were smaller then pinheads as she walked up to him; Aeron couldn't deny that the human was daring but she also seemed to be out of her sane mind as she walked up to him then stopped when she was inches from his helmet. The human looked at him before she reached out with a shaking hand and placed her icy flesh on his helmet then put the freezing flesh on his warm skin making Aeron slightly gasp at the touch of it, she was like pure ice against him as he suddenly lifted a large hand then gripped her wrist to find it just as cold. This was beyond a cruel rapping to him, a human had lived one month in his domain but it changed her; she wasn't truly the same human who he had over his shoulder but something else; the look in her eyes told him that much before he put his other hand on her back and eased her out of the room she was confined in; she didn't fully trust him and remained cautious about his hand on her back but followed his nudges as Aeron pushed the human to his room which was faintly warmer than the one that she was in but not much.

It lived…Joy. Aeron's darker half said sarcastically, apparently unhappy the human was still in one piece.

Aeron himself was amused at how something as fragile as a human could survive for so long in his realm, almost like the human female was on her own before she came into Silent Hill; but she still did not act like prey, it was infuriating as much as it was a rouse for his curiosity to why this human would reject the very fiber of what he knew was prey. He should want to kill her and eat her while using her body to suite his needs before and after but she didn't and he couldn't find will to force himself to attack what wasn't prey and this human, Siren was against everything that prey was to him!

Prey was meant to run from him, to be cornered when their hearts hammered with fear before he took them with rapture until their spines snapped in half with his power then devoured before he used their dead bodies again. Siren did neither, her heart seemed to have a beat the was slower than most humans and she refused to run from him; it was maddening to him how a small girl how do so little to defy him yet cause him so much confusion and anger that he just wanted to torture her until she gave him answers to why she didn't act like prey should. Yet she gave him some sick feeling of fascination, she wasn't like those in the Church whom would've been on their knees begging for him not to kill him; that was prey, but Siren didn't do that, instead she walked to the farthest corner of the room and sat down rocking from side to side staring at him with those odd two-toned eyes of her's. This action baffled him, he knew that she had moved away from him out of anger which he understood since he ignored her for a week, but he didn't understand why she was rocking from side to side like that; it reminded him of something he'd often caught himself doing when his thoughts were racing for he was frustrated, is that what was wrong. In some way or another the human was frustrated?

"….Your frustrated about the room aren't you?" Aeron asked, his only answer was a sharp glare, those eyes were still so full of pent up rage that it was all he needed.

"….Your frustrated about the room aren't you?" Aeron asked.

At that question Siren shot him a sharp glare before she gave a low growl, she wasn't frustrated, she was FURIOUS that she was left in that one room for who knew how long while the man before her went about whatever the hell he did like she wasn't even there, it felt like so much time had passed her by in that small room. Aeron made a step toward her but she did not move nor did she stop her rocking, it made things seem to go by faster; but before she got too far into that stage of psychosis two large hands were placed on her shoulders to stop her from rocking as she looked up at Aeron's helmet, she cursed herself for actually stopping but she couldn't help it when she felt so cold and his hands were the warmest thing in the room; the contact of his hands on her cold clothed shoulders made her shiver from the contrasted as she looked up at him. She was freezing compared to how he felt when she slowly leaned against him, it wasn't really a conscious action but she was desperate for warmth now that she had found a source, Aeron however was frozen with a sudden wave of ice when Siren leaned against him before he slowly backed up then faintly tilted his head to one side finally noticing that Siren's lips were a light purple, her wild eyes seemed to calm down as she warmed up.

Aeron merely stood there as the human leaned against him, unsure of what to do about the ice cold girl who was leaning against him for the warmth she desperately seemed to need as Aeron simply sat down, watching as Siren's body followed him with a desperate need of the heat that was coming from him; he didn't understand why the human would want to be so close to him; but then again when his hand just barely touched her cold hand that was so tightly clinging to his side. Since things had calmed down and Siren seemed to be peacefully sleeping Aeron took the chance to look over the human whose head was resting on his lower thigh, other than her tangled hair and tattered clothes she seemed to look fine; but in her eyes he could see something that slightly bothered him, it wasn't that she was human but it was something else. She seemed to hate the Church almost as much as he did, in his mind she must've been a cast-out from the Church since she clearly had no fear of him or the creatures outside; he never expected a human to be so secure in the fog, but she was when he found her…

"D-Daddy…N-no…" Siren mumbled, "N-no…It hurts!" She whimpered in her sleep, her hands tightly holding onto Aeron's apron.

"A nightmare?" Aeron asked himself as he placed a hand on her shoulder and felt her trembling under his touch.

Sighing deeply Aeron slightly shifted and merely held the human to him while keeping her body only on his arms, not knowing if it would interfere with her dreams or not; the Executioner was not known to bring comfort to humans; he merely raped them, killed them, ate them, and then raped them again. For some reason this human girl wasn't afraid of being close to the Master of all creatures, Aeron hated it yet there was a flicker of fondness at the thought of having something that didn't fear him instead of cower before him like he was truly nothing more than a demon; he had feelings like humans did but he wasn't known for expressing them ever since the Church was built, since then he acted just as they expected him to, but this human that lay in his arms wasn't like them at all. Siren was different than the others which made him slightly wonder if she was even born in Silent hill or if she had came there seeking some kind of shelter from what haunted her in her dreams, she seemed to be fearful of her father for reasons that he had a hunch on but truly didn't know.

Suddenly something struck him, something that he hadn't thought about for years, but he had often seem a small little girl that looked a lot like Siren wandering around Silent Hill six years ago, he had remembered seeing her a few times in the fog; her odd eyes were softer back then and still held some kind of fear but he could tell that it wasn't him that the child feared but something else. What surprised him was that he had no will to rape the young girl no matter how many times she had found herself in his path, something in his psyche told him that the child was trying to escape something and that his instincts were agreeing for once; which was a rare thing for the two things to agree with one another over such a small matter as a human child, normally he would've been all too eager to rape, kill, devour, and rape again. But something about the young human told him not to touch her, but just to ignore it as he went about his normal business and scour his territory in search of prey and to keep the lower creatures in line as the girl wandered in the fog; allowing her the peace that she seemed to so desperately need, to him it was as if he found some sort of treasure in the Hell that he ruled over and that it was something that would shatter if too early touched.