Pythagoras soon realized that they were on the third floor.
"You were heavy. I had to drag you up three flights of stairs by pulling you by the tip of your head."
No wonder my head hurts, thought Pythagoras. Pythagoras decides to head back down to the second floor to get his weapon back. Rachel followed closely behind. The impaled Straight Jacket was still there, like a kebab. Pythagoras took off the Straight Jacket and starts to eat it. Half-way through his meal, Pythagoras one eye looked back at Rachel. He pulled out one of the Straight Jacket's legs and offered her.
Rachel looked at the dripping leg offered to her. She felt hungry all of a sudden. Without thinking, she grabbed it and starts to chew down on the flesh. Every bite she took was delicious. She had cannot describe the taste. It was too good. Before long, the bone was left. Rachel was about to ask for more when Pythagoras offered her another leg.
She grabbed it immediately and starts to chew on it. Blood began to stain her lips and drip out of her mouth.
"I thought you have no hunger to feed on anything? You seem to be enjoying your meal."
"I don't know. This strange feeling. It was only the moment I saw you consuming the Straight Jacket and smelled the blood dripping on these legs you offered. And they look so tasty." Rachel continued with her meal.
"The torso of the Straight Jackets is more tender which is why I go for that first. I knew that you wouldn't feel hungry unless you want to eat them. Smelling the blood is of no use. But once you try them, you would know where to get the best parts. I also was like you, never hungry. But there was once I bite my prey down hard out of anger, I found out that it was delicious. From then on, I could stop. I just have to eat something now and then. The rarest treats are Mandarins."
"What are they?" Rachel asked between mouthfuls.
"Huge towering demons with arms the size of tree trunks. They are about slightly taller then me. At the end of each arm is a mouth with a forked tongue. They usually hang by the ceiling and once in a while, they would walk on the ground. Their flesh is the best treat I can ever have. By the way, Rachel, we are all cannibals."
Rachel suddenly got a shock and dropped the almost finished leg. She had a frightened look on her 'face'. She stared at the leg. So tasty, so fresh. But something had to be killed. Something living and breathing. Something that was the same as her kind. Rachel was thinking about Pythagoras' words:
"The only people I know are all eaten by me. I am a cannibal. I eat whatever's moving, living and breathing in Silent Hill. You are not an exception."
Would she become like Pythagoras? Killing and eating everything he sees or wants to.
"I know what you are thinking. All of us here are made this way. Eating our own kind. There is no exception. You either kill it, or eat it or leave it."
"Why are we made this way? Who made us!?"
Pythagoras was thinking. He had never thought of that. Who made him? Why is he in Silent Hill?
Maybe that is why I explore Silent Hill everyday. To search for answers, Pythagoras thought. Answers to these questions.
Rachel was also in deep thought. Should she follow what Pythagoras does? Killing and eating all day? Or should she just stop what she was doing? The taste still lingers in her mouth. She also remembered Pythagoras' word:
"From then on, I could stop. I just have to eat something now and then."
She looked at the leg for a while before deciding to grab it and eat what is left on it. She couldn't help it. She simply must finish it. Leaving it like that would be a waste.
"You don't really have to eat them if you don't want to. It's all about controlling your hunger. I sometimes go without food for a week."
Rachel looked at the bone in her hand. Could all this be controlled? Can she really stop this by herself? The only way to find out is to continue on with Pythagoras. A scream snapped them out of their thoughts.
"You were heavy. I had to drag you up three flights of stairs by pulling you by the tip of your head."
No wonder my head hurts, thought Pythagoras. Pythagoras decides to head back down to the second floor to get his weapon back. Rachel followed closely behind. The impaled Straight Jacket was still there, like a kebab. Pythagoras took off the Straight Jacket and starts to eat it. Half-way through his meal, Pythagoras one eye looked back at Rachel. He pulled out one of the Straight Jacket's legs and offered her.
Rachel looked at the dripping leg offered to her. She felt hungry all of a sudden. Without thinking, she grabbed it and starts to chew down on the flesh. Every bite she took was delicious. She had cannot describe the taste. It was too good. Before long, the bone was left. Rachel was about to ask for more when Pythagoras offered her another leg.
She grabbed it immediately and starts to chew on it. Blood began to stain her lips and drip out of her mouth.
"I thought you have no hunger to feed on anything? You seem to be enjoying your meal."
"I don't know. This strange feeling. It was only the moment I saw you consuming the Straight Jacket and smelled the blood dripping on these legs you offered. And they look so tasty." Rachel continued with her meal.
"The torso of the Straight Jackets is more tender which is why I go for that first. I knew that you wouldn't feel hungry unless you want to eat them. Smelling the blood is of no use. But once you try them, you would know where to get the best parts. I also was like you, never hungry. But there was once I bite my prey down hard out of anger, I found out that it was delicious. From then on, I could stop. I just have to eat something now and then. The rarest treats are Mandarins."
"What are they?" Rachel asked between mouthfuls.
"Huge towering demons with arms the size of tree trunks. They are about slightly taller then me. At the end of each arm is a mouth with a forked tongue. They usually hang by the ceiling and once in a while, they would walk on the ground. Their flesh is the best treat I can ever have. By the way, Rachel, we are all cannibals."
Rachel suddenly got a shock and dropped the almost finished leg. She had a frightened look on her 'face'. She stared at the leg. So tasty, so fresh. But something had to be killed. Something living and breathing. Something that was the same as her kind. Rachel was thinking about Pythagoras' words:
"The only people I know are all eaten by me. I am a cannibal. I eat whatever's moving, living and breathing in Silent Hill. You are not an exception."
Would she become like Pythagoras? Killing and eating everything he sees or wants to.
"I know what you are thinking. All of us here are made this way. Eating our own kind. There is no exception. You either kill it, or eat it or leave it."
"Why are we made this way? Who made us!?"
Pythagoras was thinking. He had never thought of that. Who made him? Why is he in Silent Hill?
Maybe that is why I explore Silent Hill everyday. To search for answers, Pythagoras thought. Answers to these questions.
Rachel was also in deep thought. Should she follow what Pythagoras does? Killing and eating all day? Or should she just stop what she was doing? The taste still lingers in her mouth. She also remembered Pythagoras' word:
"From then on, I could stop. I just have to eat something now and then."
She looked at the leg for a while before deciding to grab it and eat what is left on it. She couldn't help it. She simply must finish it. Leaving it like that would be a waste.
"You don't really have to eat them if you don't want to. It's all about controlling your hunger. I sometimes go without food for a week."
Rachel looked at the bone in her hand. Could all this be controlled? Can she really stop this by herself? The only way to find out is to continue on with Pythagoras. A scream snapped them out of their thoughts.