I must express my deepest sorrows in not uploading for the past three months or so TT_TT I kept side-tracking myself, especially considering that I started to work on my book again (hadn't touched it in a year lol XD) and I've had school. But on the bright side, at least I've written nine or ten chapters of my book :D It's called Chaos Theory, in case you're wondering :)

So yeah, I made up for my lateness by having Tetsu go crazy with a shovel. It's…actually quite an interesting thing, to say the least. She goes insane :D But I should warn you, it got really…really really freakin' gory.


To say the least, the subway was rather creepy that day. Surprisingly, there was a very small amount of people, mostly businessmen dressed in their expensive black tuxedos too engrossed with the screens of their laptops to care about the rest of what was going around them…which to say, wasn't much to begin with. Feeling a little unsettled despite the small amount of people around me, I decided to sit down on a stray bench and looked at the dim fluorescent lights. One of them was flickering on and off and irritated the hell out of me.

Being underground felt a little strange. It made me think to myself, What would it be like to be buried underneath the ground in a coffin? Certainly tighter and more claustrophobic…it's a little creepy in this subway. I was a little relieved when I heard the long, droning noise of a train come closer. I stood up, gathered my belongings, and watched as the subway screeched to a halt. It was going to take a little while to get back to Silent Hill and I had nothing to entertain me, but at least it was better than running for one's life, right?

The doors opened and I stepped inside, sitting down on the nearest seat. I watched as another man boarded the car that I was in and he sat adjacent from me. The doors closed, the subway started to roll again, and I held onto the seat to prevent myself from falling over at the sudden start. Some moments passed before the slightly robust man stood up and sat next to me. "So," he began, "where are you from, lil' lady?"

I gave him a funny look and decided not to reply, but instead scooted away a bit and smiled slightly.

"Ah, what's a quiet lil' girl like you doing all by yourself in a dark and lonely subway? You know, somebody like you could get hurt." He grabbed onto my wrist, but I instinctively stood up and pulled my hand out of his grasp with enough force to pull him off the seat and fall onto the ground.

He cursed, stood back up, and I said, "Touch me again and I'll hurt you."

The robust man laughed and said. "Girl, you're so pretty that I would fuck you in a heartbeat."

He came after me again quickly and tried to grab onto my arm - why was I such a bad luck magnet? - but I blocked it with one arm, got into a defensive stance, and did a side-piercing kick with my foot straight into his abdomen. He keeled over onto the ground and the moment his knees slammed into the metal floor, I did a front snap-kick into his face and he fell backwards. For a second he was stunned and didn't move, but then he yelled out a curse at me and curled into a ball, holding his rapidly bleeding face with his hand. That was when I saw his seriously crooked nose and missing teeth lying on the ground, scattered like little white and bloody dots.

For a second my eyes widened at how I had so easily ruined his ugly face and I was about to say something, but instead I closed my mouth and walked to the other side of the car, where I nonchalantly sat down and listened to his incessant and childish whimpering as if nothing had ever happened.


"What a rotten world," I mumbled and stepped out into the fresh air, free from being trapped in the underground transportation system. It was a cloudy day and the temperature was gradually becoming colder thanks to the arrival of autumn. The trees hadn't yet changed their color, but no doubt the entire town of Silent Hill would be overflowing with tourists from neighboring areas to see the colorful foliage in a couple of weeks.

I looked around and saw the Daisy Villa Apartments nearby. I noted how shabby and poor the condition of the building looked before I walked past it and heard someone say by the mailboxes, "Not much besides some boxes, a card…a letter from a dead wife."

I made a funny face at hearing the last part and I looked over at the young, blond-haired lady looking through the mail. "Where the hell are my test scores? Ugh…I bet that the school hasn't even mailed them yet." The thin girl angrily closed the mailbox and saw me looking at her oddly. She simply shrugged her shoulders and walked past me, then noticed my clothing. "Nice coat," she said.

"Thanks…?"

"What? Don't take compliments?" She smiled and put her hands on her hips.

"No no, just…thanks."

"Lucky. All my coats are brown. I can never find a black one."

Unsure of how to respond, I simply smiled.

"Well, you have yourself a good day." She walked away and disappeared into the bad-looking apartment building.

You'll learn how to react correctly to people eventually, A voice in my head said. I imagined Pyramid Head or some sort of shinigami following me behind my back. In response, I said aloud, "Gee, thanks. You know, sometimes I-"

"It's not really your fault. Any human who has had limited positive social interaction with others wouldn't know either."

Frowning, I retorted, "YYEAAH what about Henry?"

"He's new."

I sighed and started to walk forward. "Ah whatever. For the meantime, let's just - in the words of Sol Stein - move like a duck; calm on the surface, paddling like hell underneath. Wait…how did I go from awkward situation to ducks?"

"You're one of a kind, Tetsu."

"I know," I said cheerily, then noticed a couple other people looking at me strangely. "SCHIZOPHRENIA!" I yelled. "A very unforgiving and relentless condition. Not my fault."

They simply backed away and I tried my hardest not to laugh. How amusing.

"Are you okay?" I heard somebody ask.

Without looking at them, I replied, "Oh yeah, I'm fine, I'm just talking to my imaginary friend." When I looked over at the voice, I saw that it was a familiar-looking blond-haired man with a young daughter with him. I had seen them at Rosewater Park. He was giving me a concerned look.

"Oh, um…hi," I said.

He looked me over for a second. "Have I seen you somewhere before? You look very familiar."

I shrugged and smiled. "Yeah, well, always remember a redhead, right?"

"Have you been in a movie recently? I could I sworn I've seen you on TV at some point."

With that, my heart jumped up into my throat and I shook my head, deciding to play it off coolly. "Nope, never once been on a television show before. Wish I could."

The look in his eyes told me that he remembered how I was antagonized on the news for being a wanted serial killer, thief, and over crazy criminal. At least he was nice about it and said, "Oh, never mind. Sorry." When he walked away and thought that I wasn't looking, he pulled out his cell phone. I'm pretty sure that he was calling 911 (the police).

"Whoa shit, gotta go," I muttered to myself and briskly walked away, finding myself going down Katz Street. I took refuge in a quaint little alleyway (yes, quaint, because alleyways had officially become my friends) and waited as I heard sirens go off.

For some unfathomable reason, I had the utmost intensive desire and urge to burst out into laughter. I obsessively scratched myself behind the head, gradually falling into my own state of euphoric insanity. I did not know why I became utterly insane in that moment…perhaps it was the knowledge that if somebody tried to hurt me, I could hurt them back. When I found a shovel, I only became happier.

It was an old and rusty one just laying there in the alley, half-covered in mud, half-covered in dust. I picked it up and inspected the sharp edges. The gesture caused a crooked and toothy grin to show up on my face and I started to walk forward, dragging it across the ground as I did so.

Unbeknownst to me, the police car had actually spotted from afar and followed me. I was heading towards it when the lone policeman stepped out of his car with his hand on the hilt of his gun. He watched for a second to see what I was doing, then he got real worried when he saw the crazy look in my eyes with an insane smile painted across my face. I was walking in a funny manner, slow, sluggish, and almost as if I had a slight limp, but it was all from my head.

As I slowly stalked towards him, I sang - and I honestly don't know why, but the compulsion was just too great - in a creepy and sing-song like voice, "Take the knife, cut the life, take the knife, cut the life, bag the blood, slice the heart, squish the brain, break the spine, dissect the rest…"

He made a face as if he was either disgusted or extremely disturbed (probably both, I was a disturbing person to begin with, never mind have a crazy-fit while holding a shovel) and he took out his gun, demanding me to halt.

Instead, I turned on my heels and started to walk away, satisfied when I heard him begin to follow me. I continued to sing my crazy lullaby happily, but then the euphoric feeling left and I felt sad. My smile disappeared and I put my back against a wall, then slid down it and crossed my legs.

"…she's exhibiting very odd behavior," the policeman said into his radio as he got closer.

I started to cry, but it was all fake. Sure, I felt randomly sad, but if I looked like a damsel in distress then he'd get closer, and closer, and closer…then I could slice him up….

I pulled my knees up into my chest and fake-wept into them, shivering violently as the man in black finally got a mere two feet away from me. He crouched down to my level and asked, "Are you alright, miss?"

I said nothing, but instead slowly raised my head to look at him with a tear-streaked face. When he turned his head to speak into his radio, I kicked him in the face and watched him fly backwards and roughly hit the ground.

I quickly grabbed my shovel. He was up on his feet by the time I readied it, but he was too slow to dodge the spade as the blunted end slammed into the side of his head. I bashed his face again, stunning him to the point where he was laying on his back on the ground.

He was dazed and probably had a cracked skull, considering that I could never know my own strength. While he was down there in an agonized trance, I placed the tip of the shovel's spade on the soft part of his lower neck, right above where the two clavicle bones attach to the sternum. I smiled crazily, saying, "…cut the life…" and then stomped down on the shovel as if I were digging a hole.

The metal penetrated through the soft flesh, digging so deep that it only stopped because it had hit the vertebrae of the neck. The body convulsed and twitched as the foreign object entered it, making the hands automatically reach for it, however they failed. I pulled the shovel out and watched a spray of bright-red blood from the severed arteries leak out as if it were tainted water from a garden hose. My grin broadened and I stomped on the shovel again, twisting it back and forth a little bit, grinding the bones until I heard them snap apart from the pressure.

Now decapitated, I whacked the severed head with the shovel and it slammed into the side of the concrete wall, cracking as it made contact. I looked back at the dead body with blood pouring out at such a fast rate that I could see the skin gradually become paler and paler. I started to rip and tear and slice the fingers and toes off, then moved up to the hands and feet. Enjoying myself, I quickly stomped on the joints of the elbows with the shovel and amputated the lower arms, then dislocated the upper arms. Hearing the delightful pop of the bones being torn out of the sockets made me laugh and chuckle.

After a couple minutes, I was breathing heavily and looking down at what remained of the dismembered and mangled body; a torso and two legs that stopped at the knees where I had cut the rest off. I was standing in a pool of blood and got down on my knees, putting my hands in the warm liquid as I laughed. "How do you like that now?" I hissed. "See what you did to yourself? It's not my fault, you made me…you made me!"

I started to cut open the body with the shovel's spade, even taking the liberty of personally reaching in with my bare hands and pulling the chest open so that I could see the bloody ribcage, static heart, and still lungs. I was insane as I grabbed onto the heart and tilted my head at it, saying in an innocent voice, "It's really soft…why's it not stone?"

I sat down on the blood-soaked ground and put my back against the wall, flipping the powerful organ in my red hands. I squeezed it and watched the remaining blood slid out of the hollow chambers and onto my lap. My fingers glided over the soft and red material, then pulled at the tips of the arteries and veins that were jutting out of it. "It's…like a sponge…" I said, then found the sharp nails of my thumbs ripping through the center of it.

It made a couple funny noises, ones of which I cannot describe, but my euphoria returned in the sound hitting my ears. I opened up the chambers of the heart and tore it apart, curious to see what was inside. Nothing but bloody walls of flesh.

Disappointed, I stood up, threw the heart on the ground, and squished it like an ant with my foot. I kneeled back down to the body, then pulled out various organs from as large as the liver to as small as the pancreas. Some of the things that touched my hands burned my skin so I quickly wiped them off in the blood, then ripped out the lungs from underneath the ribs.

The insides were funny-looking and spongy, but nonetheless squishy. They were pretty big and discolored but I quickly got bored with them.

I was so happy making a gory mess on the ground. I dipped my hands back into the blood and started to smear it across the wall, then began to write words on the concrete. In big, red letters, I wrote, "LEAVE ME ALONE." I sang my lullaby and began to scrawl the lyrics across the wall, so content in my perfect insanity…

I was snapped out of my crazed state when someone large and muscular wrapped his arms around my chest and pulled me away from the wall. When he stood up straight, my feet were off of the ground and I was suspended. I began to kick and throw my fists at whomever was holding me, screaming and yelling and thrashing, trying desperately to get out of his grasp.

Pyramid's tetrahedron-shaped helmet hit the back of my head and I blacked out for a second, but quickly came to. He was struggling hard to keep me in his arms, especially when I started to claw at his flesh with my nails. His skin and blood collected underneath my fingertips and I left long, bloody claw-marks on his forearms. I continued to kick him and writhed incessantly, screeching for him to let me go.

My friend stayed where he was and didn't release me, even when I had ripped the skin from his elbows and exposed the bone. To stop me from screaming, he pressed his hand to my mouth but I bit it. My sharp teeth sank into his flesh and I could taste his blood in my mouth. It was salty and metallic and I swallowed it.

We were there for the longest time. I was some mad animal while he as the calm one who took the beating from me and said nothing as my maniacal fit passed, however I could hear him moan and grunt from time-to-time.

Finally, I calmed down and my senses returned. A wide look of fear appeared in my eyes and I let go of Pyramid's hand. He set met back down on the ground and kept his arms around me as if to prevent me from running off. I was utterly terrified at what I had done and he knew that as he began to stroke my hair in a calming manner.

I looked down at the ground and gripped Pyramid's arm in fear.


You know what I realized a few days ago? Tetsu's Irish. She has no luck of the Irish whatsoever, in fact, I believe it's the opposite for her XD "Hey look, a shamrock D'OH GOD INDIGESTION."

cuz indigestion works like that.

I'm Irish for those of you who don't know, please don't be mad at me :3 I'm also German. And French-Canadian :D Hooray for mutts! XD

( Apparently Tetsu's Irish because her hair's red and she had green eyes (someone told me that green eyes are Irish *shrug*)…)