Silent Hill
Paroma and Shouhei
PROLOGUE
Disclaimer: Don't own Silent Hill. However, I do own Paroma and Shouhei, and I'd ask that you CREDIT ME prior to using these characters in your own fanfics.
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Treading throughout swirls of mushrooming fog, a haze of asphyxiating ashes swallowed ragged alleyways. The clacking of sole shoes suddenly came to a stop, leaving only sheer silence in its midst sans the molecules of air raking through strawberry blond tendrils.
"...A dead end." A grave tone, expressing a trace of hopelessness at musing the herse he'd soon be in. "I can't stand this place. It's a fucking nightmare--"
And such a phrase couldn't be more true. The roadway twisted just at his heels, asphalt furrowing into a rut of rubble, other debris careening off its bottomless lip and threatening any other escapists a cloak of rich, clumped fog as compensation for their bloody death. His irises grew blanched from their usual sky blue hue, hardly reflecting light from its pale pigment.
Flaxy golden cherubic curls laid upon such a milky white backdrop, and paler lips beneath a button nose suddenly stretched into a morbid smirk. "I hate this place." Half-lidded eyes unexpectedly widened at the screeching white noise of the permanently static-ridden radio clipped to his schoolboy Bermudas, throwing his entire stance into full alert. Cold fingertips caressed the hilt of a noticeably worn pistol, upperlip curling as the boy frantically swung his head back and forth. He suddenly came to the realization that the two measly eyes he possessed were hardly enough for circumstances such as these.
"You bastards just don't know when to give up, do you?" He snarled huskily, fondling an unseen hammer of a gun, index finger just menacing to curl itself around the fickle trigger. His knuckles pearled to a blinding white, tendons distending from its gauzy cover in tooths of rattling--and bloody?--bone. "Sho-show yourself...show yourself right now, you disgusting bastard!"
The blond brandished his weapon, eyes narrowing and squinting reflexively out of spite he hadn't uncovered his one lost contact. Naturally, he'd figured one contact was just as bad as one, so he pitched the leftover, rendered legally blind. Licking his crackling, weather lower jowls, the creature emerged with a tortured groan, its movement macabre while morbidly graceful, like a perverted dancer to an even more perverted game.
Even before the minute the beautiful blue-eyed boy laid hand upon the gun's trigger, the grey child seemed to be confined to a pain far more severe than any unnecessarily gory demise...and he was the one to put that ash baby out of its misery.
"Go back to hell where you belong."
A crack and buck of the handgun, a thump and winded wail of the fallen corpselike body, and within less than a second's time, his entire life had flashed before his eyes from emergence of the womb. The teen unexpectedly chuckled, sending unsettling vibrations through the bowels of the tainted town, hitching on the safety while pocketing his gun again. "Who am I kidding? There;s no damnation worse than this...this is Hell, a Goddamned living Hell."
The male pilaged on, gazelle-length limbs flowing over the jagged cement he scaled. His poise alone told bitter tales of deathly long hunger, the disturbing manner seemingly once-trim and pleated clothing hanging from his bony frame, all smattered with traces of blotchy crimsons and browns.
"Shouhei...why did you abandon me?"
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To be continued?