"If you're ever in trouble, you can always come back here Tetsu," Henry said as I left.

I smiled and said, "Thanks." I slung my bag over my shoulder, pressed my hands up to his bathroom wall, and disappeared.

I was greeted with my room and Pyramid standing there, as if he was expecting me. I collected myself, stood up, and smiled to him. "You probably know what I want to ask you about."

He grunted and his shoulders sagged.

I glanced at my doll sitting on my bed and I took out my book, the one with the English written in it.

"Lies," Pyramid said. "They're all lies."

"That's what I figured, but I wanted to ask you about the boy-"

"Jack."

"-Jack? What happened to you and him?" He was quiet and didn't want to speak, but I pressed on further. "Pyramid, what happened to him? Did he die?"

He nodded his head and approached me. "Watch," he said and held his hand up to my head. "Watch, watch…watch…."

I didn't know what he was doing, but I couldn't move for a while. My vision faded in and out and I found myself apparently looking at a screen, almost as if I was watching a movie that paralyzed me.

I saw a young boy, probably not even nine years old, crying and sitting in a corner with blood profusely bleeding from him. Then the image flickered and Pyramid approached him. Jack said something to him and Pyramid held his hand out to the boy. Jack took it, but soon afterwards, he tried to wriggle free and screamed. Rust and blood ran down the walls and the image flickered out. I figured that must have been when Pyramid made the promise to him.

For a while, it showed happy images; Jack playing with the monsters that were foreign to me, running around Pyramid in circles with a large smile on his face, and tugging on Pyramid's arm, apparently pleading for something like a little kid. There were images of Jack snuggling next to Pyramid with a teddy bear and scenes of Pyramid taking care of the young boy, almost like an older brother or a father.

Then it changed to show Jack hiding in a closet. I could hear the conversation of a few adults dressed in black in the room.

"That child is full of lies!" a lady yelled. "He is to be sacrificed to the Holy Mother, and in God's name, so it shall be."

"It'll be done, Cynthia," a man said.

After that, it showed many images of Pyramid defending his boy. A little while after, they were in the basement of the church that I was previously in and Jack was tied to a stake with wood around him as well as many members of the Cult. There was something that kept Pyramid away from Jack, almost like a force-field from a science fiction movie. He dropped his sword and repeatedly beat his fists and clawed at what was keeping him at bay.

Jack screamed out Pyramid Head's name several times and pleaded for help. He panicked and was desperately trying to get free and had tears streaming down his young face.

"This boy has dealt with the Devil and denies the Holy Mother's true Way. For this, God, we sacrifice the blood and flesh of this child to you and ask that this boy will be rebirthed anew! Let the fiend" -the lady pointed to Pyramid Head -"see the beauty of exorcising evil, and forever banish him to his home; Hell!"

A solemn-looking man grabbed a torch and lit Jack on fire. His screams were loud and shrill.

Pyramid Head fell to his knees and stopped trying to break through. The images flickered again and it showed Pyramid alone, still on the ground, clutching the dead and burnt corpse of Jack. His skin was blackened and flaked off in large pieces and Pyramid Head held him tightly to his body. Strange, animalistic noises were coming from him and he lifted his head to the sky to let out an earsplitting roar.

The scene switched and I saw Pyramid Head standing in front of a giant fan with red and orange lights glowing behind him. It looked like an intense heat was coming out of it. He was furious and angry and wanted to kill everybody in the Cult, but their blind conviction repelled him from entering their church. He was trapped in his hatred and his sorrow was overflowing from him. The grief and the anger brought him hell, and I could feel it for a short while.

Pyramid released his grip on my head and I took in a gasp of air. I felt a little shaky-legged, but I was steady after a moment. I was also silent for a long time until I said, "They killed Jack?"

Pyramid nodded his head.

"And your real name is Pyramid Head?"

He nodded again.

"Why…I mean, how did I name you Pyramid then?"

He shrugged his shoulders and slowly shook his head from side to side.

"We'll get them," I promised. "If they're going to do human sacrifices, then we need to stop them. God…they're going to try to do that again. If they've done it once, they'll keep on doing it."

"Kill them," he said. "Kill them all…kill…kill."

"I need to get back to Silent Hill, then," I said. "You guys are going to help with the ones that you can go near, right?"

"Yes."

"What about the ones that you can't get near to?"

He pointed to me.

"I'll have to do it myself, huh?" I let out a long sigh. This was gradually becoming more and more stressful.

"Your father," Pyramid Head said. "Kill…he'll kill you."

I gave him a quizzical look. "I thought he wasn't part of the Cult."

"No, kill him. Bad…death…kill…he agreed to have you murdered. Kill, kill…."

"Okay."

It was dark inside of my house. It was midnight and my dad was in his bedroom. It still smelled like alcohol and there were beer bottles scattered all over the floor. The trash was rotting in the kitchen and there was a terrible scent coming from the bathroom.

Our neighbors weren't very close, so I didn't need to be quiet. In my hand was a knife and nothing else.

I took in a deep breath and opened my dad's bedroom door. This was the first time that I had ever consciously killed somebody not for the reason of self-defense. With my teacher, it was my subconscious and panic; a survival instinct. With the gang member, I had also panicked and I was protecting Pyramid Head and myself. Those were immediate problems and there was no other way of dealing with them. But this time, my father was asleep and wasn't presently threatening me. But I knew that he would try to hurt me again- he has my entire life -and I couldn't let that happen. I thought that it was more merciful to kill him while he didn't know it was coming, but there was a part of my heart that wanted him to hurt. Part of me wanted him to know how angry I was. Part of me longed to give him an agonizing death. The disgusting alcohol and tobacco fueled my hatred and I wanted so desperately to stab, to cut, to kill, and butcher….

I walked into the room. I looked at him for a moment and imagined what I must of looked like, with the moonlight filtering in through the windows, turning me into a mere, blue silhouette against a dark background. I approached him and rose my knife. My heart was tugging itself; hit his throat and kill him instantly? Or stab him in the stomach and make him bleed to death….

The floorboard squeaked and my dad woke up. He saw me but was confused, still in the half-dream daze. "Tetsu?" he said.

"I always despised you," I said. "You disgusting, filthy pig. I don't give a damn about you. Goodbye." With a swift movement, I slashed at my father.

He let out a yelp and rolled off of the bed away from me. I didn't even dash after him as I slowly walked around the bed towards my target. I was menacing and I knew it. I hated this man.

"Tetsu, Tetsu!" he said while he held an arm to his bleeding stomach. "What're you doing?"

"I don't even feel enough for you to be sorry." I rose my knife again and without hesitation, I brought it down upon my father.

He screeched and tried to kick me away, but I only pulled my arm back and stabbed him three more times. My blood was rushing and I felt a wave of uncontrollable madness as I relentlessly stabbed and hacked and slashed. Blood sprayed onto the walls from the severed arteries and veins and got in my face, drenching my chest. As the blood drained out of him and got onto me, his screams died away. Even when they stopped, I continued to use the knife. I was convinced I hadn't killed him yet. He's still alive, he's still alive, he's still alive…he's dead.

I stopped myself and looked at my creation. It wasn't art that I had tried to make; I saved that for the paints and pencils. A corpse was my goal. A bloodied, dead carcass. I was standing above him and there was blood everywhere. A smile had mysteriously crept onto my face and I realized it. It disappeared quickly and I felt like an animal. Was I…me, Tetsu Morris…really like this?

Maybe I was just in shock at what I had done, but I backed away from him and continued to stare for a while. Through that time, all of the anger and the sadness that the horrific feelings that my father had inflicted upon me rushed out each time I had brought my arm down. All of it was drained out of me. The hatred was gone. The madness was gone. He was no longer a filthy pig, but instead just a dead animal who had his life cycle shortened. He was simple, just like every other living thing. We're born, we live, and we die, then return to the earth in some way so that future things may live. It wasn't anything special.

It was no big deal killing him, right?

Any emotion drained from my face and I stood up straight. I put my knife away. I had done my job, now just let it rest in peace and let me get on with my other tasks.

Now I feel like a monster.

I was in the coffee shop again. There was a radio on and I was listening.

"In other news, the body of forty-six year old Vector Morris was found murdered in his bedroom just last night after strange noises were heard from the small house in Silent Hill."

Whoops. I guess I let him be a little too loud.

"The man was stabbed a total of thirty times, and the approximate time of death was around midnight, according to police officials. As of right now, there are no suspected individuals, but further investigations will ensue. People are advised to be cautious around suspicious individuals since the murderer is still believed to be in the Silent Hill, Brahms, and Ashfield area."

I didn't look suspicious. I was still wearing my bandana, but people mistook me for being Islamic and left me alone. I also wore a cheap pair of sunglasses- different than the ones that I wore in the subway -and altered my clothing. Police were nearby, I knew that, so I was careful to keep my disguise looking authentic.

It apparently worked, except for one man that I had met before. When I heard his voice, I smiled. "My friend!" Emmerich said and sat down next to me. "Tell me, how are you doing?"

"Pretty good," I lied. "Yourself?"

"Ahh, I am wonderful! But have you heard da news? Somebody was murdered just last night."

"Yeah, I heard that on the radio."

"Awful ding, really, being killed like that. Poor man probably didn't even see it coming."

We were quiet for a while. "Why do you think people do that, Emmerich? Kill others?"

He shrugged his shoulders. "Simply fallen from da light," he replied. "Dat's not someding dat I really have an answer for, but I suppose dat some people simply do not know any better, you know? If dey're angry at someone, den dey apparently cannot control der own emotions. It is not someding dat I really speculate about, you know? But I'm just left to wonder…why do dat?"

"What if they're a bad person and deserve it?"

"Even den, it still seems like der could be uder medods. What do you dink?"

I shrugged my shoulders like him. "I don't know. I mean, it could have been one of my own friends killed."

"Perhaps dey kill for reminders of what we have. You know, to cherish the little things more? I certainly view it as dat."

"Like having dinner with a friend?"

"Or talking in a coffee shop." His face lit up with his characteristically warm smile. He patted me on the back and said, "Just don't forget dat, my friend.

Sorry if some of you guys have difficulty reading what Emmerich says. I'm just trying to make it more realistic by giving him an accent, and I know that some of you guys are international readers and not native English-speakers, so sorry if it's a little difficult sometimes ^^; I just know that if I tried to read something in French (I'm learning how to speak French) and they put accents on it that are foreign to me, I probably wouldn't be able to read it O.O

BUUUTT…I'm not fluent as of yet, so…yeah XD

…I like foreign languages :3