Delusions, Nothing More
Sadistic look at Vincent by: Bee
Vincent stood, facing the arrogant Mother of his God inside the Church's library. In his hand he held "The Book Of Other World Laws," his aim to help her. Nothing more, he told himself over and over, there could never be an anything more.
"Don't stand there looking so smug!" He exclaimed, tired of her treating him like one of the things she slaughtered, or would like to. "You're the worst person in this room!" He fixed his glasses, pointing a shaking hand at her. "Y-you enjoy listening to them—cry out," Even though Vincent had to admit to himself that he did as well. The girl possessed raw carnage that flared him up and made him tremble so that he could not even speak. "When you step on them, and snuff out their lives!" He stomped his foot against the dirty, cracked, stone floor.
Heather gave him a quizzical look. "You mean..the monsters?" She asked, her voice wavering a bit.
"Monsters?" He asked, his voice creeping into a low, mock-innocent drawl. Then his eyes widened and his smile turned sadistic. He sauntered toward the trembling girl, swaying his hips inside the clingy, dingy, dirty pants. "They..looked like monsters to you?"
Heather gasped, covering her mouth with her hand. "No. . ." And that was what Vincent adored. That she could kill so many, so brutally. When Vincent kissed the credulous girl, and his tongue defiled the pretty pink insides, mapping the contours of her mouth, visions came to her.
For every one of the little horrors that she'd beaten down with the pipe, or riddled with bullets from her pistol turned out to be human beings. Or so Vincent made her believe. They were the people of Silent Hill, not monsters at all.
"It's not true!" She screamed, shaking her head violently. "No! No!"
"Yes! Yes!" Vincent carried on with her, his eyes going insanely wide as he violently gripped the sides of her head. "Tell me how it feels Heather!" He screamed above her own hoarse cries. "What is it like to spill the blood of so many innocent people?!" He stopped, breathed, and then nibbled the corner of her mouth, his acidic eyes returning to their natural color. "Children?" He added softly.
"No," she whispered weakly, openly crying now.
"Yes, it's true my dearest Mother of God. The being has warped your perception of reality. They will, now and always, look like monsters to you."
"The what are you?" She spat defiantly, trying to shove him away.
"Nothing more than your own comforting delusions," He whispered close to her ear then kissed her again and vanished.
Sadistic look at Vincent by: Bee
Vincent stood, facing the arrogant Mother of his God inside the Church's library. In his hand he held "The Book Of Other World Laws," his aim to help her. Nothing more, he told himself over and over, there could never be an anything more.
"Don't stand there looking so smug!" He exclaimed, tired of her treating him like one of the things she slaughtered, or would like to. "You're the worst person in this room!" He fixed his glasses, pointing a shaking hand at her. "Y-you enjoy listening to them—cry out," Even though Vincent had to admit to himself that he did as well. The girl possessed raw carnage that flared him up and made him tremble so that he could not even speak. "When you step on them, and snuff out their lives!" He stomped his foot against the dirty, cracked, stone floor.
Heather gave him a quizzical look. "You mean..the monsters?" She asked, her voice wavering a bit.
"Monsters?" He asked, his voice creeping into a low, mock-innocent drawl. Then his eyes widened and his smile turned sadistic. He sauntered toward the trembling girl, swaying his hips inside the clingy, dingy, dirty pants. "They..looked like monsters to you?"
Heather gasped, covering her mouth with her hand. "No. . ." And that was what Vincent adored. That she could kill so many, so brutally. When Vincent kissed the credulous girl, and his tongue defiled the pretty pink insides, mapping the contours of her mouth, visions came to her.
For every one of the little horrors that she'd beaten down with the pipe, or riddled with bullets from her pistol turned out to be human beings. Or so Vincent made her believe. They were the people of Silent Hill, not monsters at all.
"It's not true!" She screamed, shaking her head violently. "No! No!"
"Yes! Yes!" Vincent carried on with her, his eyes going insanely wide as he violently gripped the sides of her head. "Tell me how it feels Heather!" He screamed above her own hoarse cries. "What is it like to spill the blood of so many innocent people?!" He stopped, breathed, and then nibbled the corner of her mouth, his acidic eyes returning to their natural color. "Children?" He added softly.
"No," she whispered weakly, openly crying now.
"Yes, it's true my dearest Mother of God. The being has warped your perception of reality. They will, now and always, look like monsters to you."
"The what are you?" She spat defiantly, trying to shove him away.
"Nothing more than your own comforting delusions," He whispered close to her ear then kissed her again and vanished.