punishment ending

Blaine threw himself into the wooden door, and it smashed open, breaking off the hinges. His shoulder now throbbed with pain, along with his side and his stomach, but he pushed himself further; he wouldn't let it get to him. He fell to the ground from the force of his efforts, and immediately got back up.

The entire town of Silent Hill, grotesque and bloody, stretched before him. Behind him was the door to the convenience store.

"Where are you?!" Blaine screamed. "Where are you?!"

Then, from behind him, he heard a faint creaking noise, and he bolted around, whipping out his handgun.

His Father stood there, and laughed. "Sorry, Blaine, that's not going to work this time."

The gun clicked as Blaine tried to fire it. He threw it to the side. "So what, then? You made up all that shit about caring for Mom, or Amanda, or even me?"

He laughed again. The rain started coming down again, and lightning lit the sky as thunder shook the ground. "No. I didn't make it up."

"Oh! Okay, that's why you said, hmm, what was it? Oh yeah: 'It's too bad he couldn't quite finish you off'!" Blaine ran up to man and punched him in the face. "Fuck you! Fuck you for everything you did! You. . ." He felt the tears welling up inside him. "You gave me such a. . .such a poor definition of what love is. . ." He sobbed, but his voice showed anger. "You made me think what my Mother was doing to me was love!" He kicked him as hard as he could. "Kelly loved me! Why did you leave?! Why did you disappear?! Why did you leave me alone?!" He stood there, enraged, over his wounded Father, waiting for an answer.

Again, Robert laughed in front of him. "What?! I'd be the first person accused! I couldn't have that!"

". . . You ruined my life, Dad. . ." His voice sounded like that of a child.

Robert lifted himself back up. "God damn it, kid. . . You still just don't get it, do you?"

"Get what, Dad? That everybody in my sick, twisted, fucked up family hates me?"

"No, that it wasn't me!" He managed another laugh. "Jesus, kid! Your Mother raped you!"

"Fuck you!" Blaine yelled as he grabbed his Father, and pulled him to his feet.

"Blaine, I—"

He punched his Father hard in the face, and shoved him against the wall, grabbed his hair, and pulled it back. Never was he this angry before in his life. His Father screamed in pain. Blaine took out his crowbar, and hit his across the face. He was on the ground. Blaine kicked him again.

"You're the one who fucked Mom up so much!" He wasn't crying, or sad. "Everything that's happened to me is your fucking fault!" He hit him over the head again, and again, until he wasn't resisting, until he wasn't breathing anymore. "It was all your fault. . ."

Beep

"Blaine, it was your Mother who did this to you!"

Blaine leaned against the convenience store, and sobbed. His other self walked over to him. "I know it's hard, but you have to realize—"

Suddenly, Blaine punched him hard, grabbed his head, and slammed it against the brick building. He kicked him, and he was sent to the ground. "You dragged me into this!"

The sky lit up with a bolt of lightning, the ground began to shake, like an earthquake. The look in Blaine's eyes was solid hatred, for the man who made him remember all the horrible things in his life. He kicked him again. His words held a hatred that was pure and unequalled. "If you hadn't done this to me. . ." He hit him hard with the crowbar. "Then I would've been happy! Why did you do this to me?!"

Now the other Blaine was injured, on the ground, not wanting to get up. "I just wanted to make you realize that it wasn't your fault."

"It was my fault." Now he was crying again. "I know why I'm here, now. This is all my fault. If I had only been a better son. . ."

"Blaine. . ."

"No! You can't think of it like that!"

Beep

"But it is!" He fell to his knees. The convenience store crumbled into dust behind him. Other building cracked and fell, and pieces of the ground fell into the infinite, black abyss.

Beep. . .beep. . .

He could hear voices from the sky. "Everyone, hurry! Come quick!"

"Blaine!" His other self said. "Remember the TV?"

"Blaine. . ."

"The girl got shot and is in a coma?! I tried to tell you, Blaine! I really did!"

The horrible moans of the monsters were almost all Blaine could hear, as they surrounded him. "I'm here to be punished."

He's going into shock!

"I don't deserve half of what I've got. . . my Mother said it. . ."

"No, Blaine, you can't believe her! She's not right!"

Blaine! No, God, please don't!

The monsters closed in, through the shaking ground, the lightning-lit sky.

"I don't deserve anything anymore. . ."

The monsters were upon, clawing at him, biting him. His other self screamed in agony.

No! Please, Blaine, no!

It's a perfect day, and only my Mother and I are there.

Blaine was smiling, as his flesh was torn away from him.

I'm back at my house with Mom. Dad's gone now. Everything is happy. Kelly is gone. Amanda is gone. Everybody but my Mother and I are gone. I love her, and she loves me.

He screamed a terrible cry of pain.

No! Blaine! No!

In a hospital in Portland, a heart monitor that had been keeping a steady beat for so long, finally became quiet.

We're so happy. . .

THE END