1 THE CRUSH
All right, goils and boils; this one is written by special request. At the rate this is going, I might have to write one about Isaac, just to make it a neat little trilogy! Enjoy, or not.
He could hear it coming; sloshing it's way through the dark, half- flooded labyrinth halls, dragging that enormous knife behind it. It was fast approaching, and he tried, as quietly as possible so as not to give away his location, to escape from the nightmare that so relentlessly hunted him. Glancing behind to see if it was close, he failed to notice that he had walked into a dead end, and he slammed into the wall, falling on his butt into the murky water that lined the path of the maze. The resounding splash must have alerted his hunter to his whereabouts, and the following footfalls grew nearer and nearer. All he could do was scrunch into a corner, and pray that it wouldn't find him. He hugged his knees close to him, while the thoughts of mad animals raced through his brain, useless thoughts that would serve no purpose against an enemy so ruthless, so determined, and so indestructible. As he crouched in the darkness, he heard it pass, then stop, at the entrance to the little L-shaped hallway he was hiding in. It had found him. He could tell by the slowed and deliberate steps it took as it rounded the corner that it was savoring its find. Either that, or the knife was finally tiring it out. It broke into view, the monstrous ripples it and it's deadly weapon made in the water crashing on his trembling body. It towered above his cowering form, all five feet and one inches of it. It wore a hideous black apron spattered with red blotches of pizza sauce, some fresh from a recent kill, some old and dried, cracking with every movement. It smelled richly of butchered meat, like ground beef, Italian sausage, and pepperoni. In its hand it clutched the Great Knife, and instrument of unholy proportions, so heavy and large it had to drag it along the ground. But the head, that was the most terrifying part. The spreading, self-satisfied grin that graced its hideous face was truly horrifying.
"Pyramid Head!" It chirped. "There you are!"
Pyramid Head shuddered, quaking in his boots. He resigned himself to his inevitable fate.
"You found me!" He sighed in defeat. Michelle the Pizza Slut offered him her hand, but it was primarily useless, since Pyramid Head was so heavy, she couldn't have possibly lifted him off the ground. He got to his feet, dusted himself off, and then tried to deal with his personal little monster. She kissed the bridge of his pyramid.
"Nooooo!" Pyramid Head groaned, pushing her away. Kisses were icky! He took out handkerchief that could have been white at one time but was drenched in blood from being in his butcher's apron's pocket and wiped the area where she had smooched him.
"Can you carry the knife? It's so big and heavy, it's starting to kill my back." She pleaded.
"No! You wanted to play with it, you have to deal with the consequences!" He grunted. He grabbed onto her hand, dragging her behind him as she dragged the knife behind her.
"How did I get into this mess?" he moaned.
"Want me to tell you?"
"NO!"
"It all started with pizza."
All right, goils and boils; this one is written by special request. At the rate this is going, I might have to write one about Isaac, just to make it a neat little trilogy! Enjoy, or not.
He could hear it coming; sloshing it's way through the dark, half- flooded labyrinth halls, dragging that enormous knife behind it. It was fast approaching, and he tried, as quietly as possible so as not to give away his location, to escape from the nightmare that so relentlessly hunted him. Glancing behind to see if it was close, he failed to notice that he had walked into a dead end, and he slammed into the wall, falling on his butt into the murky water that lined the path of the maze. The resounding splash must have alerted his hunter to his whereabouts, and the following footfalls grew nearer and nearer. All he could do was scrunch into a corner, and pray that it wouldn't find him. He hugged his knees close to him, while the thoughts of mad animals raced through his brain, useless thoughts that would serve no purpose against an enemy so ruthless, so determined, and so indestructible. As he crouched in the darkness, he heard it pass, then stop, at the entrance to the little L-shaped hallway he was hiding in. It had found him. He could tell by the slowed and deliberate steps it took as it rounded the corner that it was savoring its find. Either that, or the knife was finally tiring it out. It broke into view, the monstrous ripples it and it's deadly weapon made in the water crashing on his trembling body. It towered above his cowering form, all five feet and one inches of it. It wore a hideous black apron spattered with red blotches of pizza sauce, some fresh from a recent kill, some old and dried, cracking with every movement. It smelled richly of butchered meat, like ground beef, Italian sausage, and pepperoni. In its hand it clutched the Great Knife, and instrument of unholy proportions, so heavy and large it had to drag it along the ground. But the head, that was the most terrifying part. The spreading, self-satisfied grin that graced its hideous face was truly horrifying.
"Pyramid Head!" It chirped. "There you are!"
Pyramid Head shuddered, quaking in his boots. He resigned himself to his inevitable fate.
"You found me!" He sighed in defeat. Michelle the Pizza Slut offered him her hand, but it was primarily useless, since Pyramid Head was so heavy, she couldn't have possibly lifted him off the ground. He got to his feet, dusted himself off, and then tried to deal with his personal little monster. She kissed the bridge of his pyramid.
"Nooooo!" Pyramid Head groaned, pushing her away. Kisses were icky! He took out handkerchief that could have been white at one time but was drenched in blood from being in his butcher's apron's pocket and wiped the area where she had smooched him.
"Can you carry the knife? It's so big and heavy, it's starting to kill my back." She pleaded.
"No! You wanted to play with it, you have to deal with the consequences!" He grunted. He grabbed onto her hand, dragging her behind him as she dragged the knife behind her.
"How did I get into this mess?" he moaned.
"Want me to tell you?"
"NO!"
"It all started with pizza."
