Chapter 9: This is a small chapter, which I wrote in my free time. It is just building up to Chapter 10, which I intend to be a little more serious. That's pretty much all there is to it, so sorry if you were expecting more. Here it is.

Chapter 9: A Dance with the Devil

True! I did not know what to expect when I ran walked through the streets of Silent Hill. The time passed slowly as we passed from Old Silent Hill into Silent Hill. It was four when we arrived at Heaven's Night, and we decided on going in.

'I'm not here to watch some mockery of a woman dance,' I said, 'We're here to get through to that Fortress.'

'And with that fence, this is necessary,' he finished. He turned the knob to the door and opened it. 'After you.'

I walked with my axe out and chainsaw ready. There was instantly a mannequin upon a pole, seemingly trying to simulate humping. I halted and just watched.

It danced with fervour and vigour, twisting around and spreading the top legs wide open. Suddenly four more appeared, and they moaned in unison as three strange, faceless – nurses? – appeared. They grasped the pole with strange longing, as if it was the centre of their desire, and began to gyrate around the pole, longingly yet feverishly groping and caressing it.

My mouth was open as I watched the grotesque dance occur. Ray looked as if stricken dumb, and the beasts didn't appear to notice our lights. To and fro they danced and we just let them be. Despite what I had said earlier, I couldn't look away. They were mesmerising.

'We have to stop this,' Ray whispered, 'We have more pressing issues.'

'Yeah,' I said, 'I'll take the ones on the l—,' I began but suddenly we heard the door on the opposite end open and close. The dance halted. We flicked our lights off, and then we heard a familiar howl.

Pyramid Head had come.

Instantly I found my hand on my chainsaw rev, ready to fight for my life. Raymond aimed his shotgun at the darkness before us. Suddenly the lights on the stage exploded in a sea of multicoloured light. Pyramid Head was watching the grotesque display.

He watched the dance for a while, but then he beat his helmet and howled. He gripped a spear he had brought and skewered a mannequin, and then turned it on the nurses. They fell limp.

Soon all the creatures were dead, and I knew to fight when he turned to us. He shoved all the tables aside and walked with great speed towards us.

Ray backed away with fear. He knew he was not in fact fit to battle Pyramid Head: his shots would ricochet, and his melee weapon was not fast enough. Still I knew I could not fight him alone, for the conditions were much different.

'Let's dance,' I said as I revved my chainsaw up.

'I thought he was dead,' Ray said.

'He should be!' was all I said as I caught his metal spear with my chainsaw and swatted it aside. In a spur of the moment I kicked him and sawed his spear arm off. He howled and punched me in my chest with the force of a bullet. Ray suddenly was upon it then, blasting a hole in its helmet. Where the metal was gone there was a hole which no light could reveal what was on the other side. Some shots ricocheted, but none hit him or me.

I then did the by far most reckless thing ever done. I stood, and charged the beast. I stooped and, with one hand, gripped its helmet in an attempt to tear it off. He hit me with the stump of his arm. I hit the wall, but did not stop. I went around back and slashed him brutally in the mid-section with my saw. Never had I heard such a howl of pain and hate. The saw ate through his flesh and threw blood everywhere as the beast tried to turn. I was nigh halfway done, however, and as he turned my angle turned. Soon his torso slid forward, tilted by his helmet's weight, and with a hew of my small axe, slid off. Pyramid Head had organs, but they were of sickly colour. His legs writhed as he slowly died.

There was a small stone tablet that slid out of his upper-half. Upon it read '2/3.' I knew it to mean 'second of three Pyramid Heads'.

'Good!' Raymond said, 'Only one more to go.'

'Yeah,' I said, 'But I've got the feeling that this isn't the hardest, and that the other won't be so soon.' I still had that feeling of an impending battle, and I couldn't shake it.

But I could grab a soda on our way out of the door.