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The large double doors slammed shut with the loudest bang. The church grounds were nearly filled with dirty, terrified people. Evelyn blinked to herself, chewing on her bottom lip with pure and utter confusion and shock. People around her cried while others just simply stare. She swallowed a ball of saliva that was building up, surprised that her mouth wasn't dry from keeping it hung open. A woman then screams. "My child, where is she?" Evelyn turned her head, looking at a panicked woman. "Rebecca? Rebecca! Where are you?!"
Evelyn blinked, tripping to the side as the woman shoved past her and ran up to the front of the church. "Christabella! My daughter, she's still out there! Please, we must rescue here before the beast gets her!" she pleaded to a tall, frilly haired woman. The frilly haired woman, now known as Christabella, darted her eyes across the room. They rested upon Evelyn for a mere second before returning to the woman. She smiled warmly at her with some sadness. "My dear, I am afraid that we must wait until the Devil's Playground has passed," she hushed her. The woman, now breaking down in silent whimpers, fell to her knees only to grip upon Christabella's dress, wetting it with fresh tears. She was being held by many people around her for comfort. Evelyn could still only stare. What the bloody hell is going on?
A hand gripped on her shoulder, not really startling her. She turned her head to see Beebe's face. "That's Christabella, our leader and protector. She gives us hope and shows us the light in this hell of a city," she smiled. Evelyn stared back at Christabella, slightly disbelieved, and then back at Beebe and gave her a blank look. Beebe only looked at her, slightly confused, but then frowned at her. "What? You look as if you don't believe me." Evelyn nodded, chuckling as Beebe smacked her hard on the back. "Stop it! This isn't funny!" she yelled serious, and Evelyn stopped, her eyes now bored looking again. You hit me, she thought, slightly annoyed, and Beebe got the picture. She backed away lightly. "I'm afraid that we haven't been acquainted. Beatrice, who is your friend?" Christabell asked, suddenly in front of Evelyn. She stared at her, the same look still on her face, and was about to speak when suddenly Beebe intervened. "She can't talk, Christabella. Her voice sounds like a mules scream. Her name is Evelyn; I met her down by the diner in Riverside Drive, she doesn't know where she came from!" she yelped. Evelyn slowly looked towards her, an annoyed and shocked look in her face. "Is this true?" Christabella asked, and Evelyn nodded instantly. She smiled warmly. "Well, new comer let me deal with your voice," she said, motioning for her to fallow as she headed towards the front of the church.
Water boiled in a hot metal tea pot over a fire, and Christabella handed Evelyn a glass. "Here, don't worry its warmer now." Evelyn took the cup and drank the warm water slowly, the heat from it soothing her throat. They waited a few minutes before speaking again. "Do you feel better?" Christabella asked her. Evelyn looked up. "Well, too be…honest, I felt fine already," Evelyn spoke, her voice still slightly hoarse, and Christabella smiled. She sighed, "Warm water can cure any wound." She stood, approaching the large symbol that hung on a mantle and viewed a painting that covered the entire wall before them. It was of a woman, burning on a cross, with people watching. "You are lucky to have been founded by Beatrice. If it wasn't for her, you would be dead by now…" she explained. Evelyn stared. "I…don't understand," Evelyn stated, still scratching her neck. For some reason it was oddly itchy…
Christabella faced her and smiled. "Outside is not just a town, it's Silent Hill. It's the Devil's Playground," she stated, sitting by Evelyn who just stared interested. "This town is cursed by a witch who wishes to feast on the few survivors who dwell it, as well as new comers such as you," she explained in the most soothing voice possible. Evelyn blinked, clearly confused still. She ties her hair up in a pony tail, watching as the woman continued to speak. "Outside, her realm would come, and the only few places it cannot overtake is holy ground; specifically the three churches. Right now you're in the oldest church here, near the Post Office," she pointed out. Evelyn's minded drifted. She did see the streets, buildings, even the skies peel and turn into something more horrible. She blinked, biting her bottom lip once again while trying to ignore the people who stared, and Christabella rubbed her shoulder.
"They are not used to new comers. They fear you work for the witch, but I can see it in your eyes that you are an innocent child of god," Christabella eased her. What Christabella didn't know was that Evelyn found her comforting sentence as a strange, creepy one. Evelyn swallowed more water, trying to hide the smirk that attempted to appear on her face, and thought, Bullshit. There was no witch; it must have just been some kind of chemical in the area, or something else reasonable. Evelyn was being a skeptic at the moment, and anything that sounded rubbish to her was considered bullshit. There was a reasonable explanation for everything.
"Is there anyway to make them stop being so nervous around me?" she asked Christabella, her voice still the same. Christabella thought, and then nodded. "You must prove yourself that you are not evil. Do a good deed; a deed evil would never do," she explained, and she nodded. Evelyn then looked towards the crying woman and thought. The poor thing, must be dieing over there worrying about her child, she thought to herself. Placing the cup on the wooden makeshift table besides her she stood, Christabella looking up after her with slight shock, and watched Evelyn walk towards the crying mother.
Evelyn knelt down before her, a warm smile on her face. The woman stared at her, giving her a warning to leave. "Would you like me to find your daughter for you?" she questioned the woman, and then hope filled her eyes. "Oh, no you can't. You mustn't! The Executioner will," "Silence," Christabella ordered, and Evelyn stared at her. The woman remained silent, whining like a dog under her husbands arms. Christabella approached Evelyn. "You are willing to risk your life?" she asked, and Evelyn nodded. "With all do respect but I find it hard to believe that evil resides in this place," she stated, and everyone around her stared at her. Christabella smirked. "Very well; realize that none of my men will accompany you in your quest," she stated. Evelyn shrugged. "Very well then, I don't need their help anyways," she smiled kindly with courage and headed for the front doors. Beebe stopped her for a second. "Don't go it's dangerous. You won't return!" she begged, and Evelyn placed her forehead on hers and said simply, "I'll be fine," before heading to the front doors. They opened them for her, outside being fog. "It's the Fog World now, but soon the Otherworld would come," the man who had opened the doors stated. Evelyn ignored him and exited. The doors slammed behind her, causing her to jump with shock.
She tripped forward, falling down the steps, and landed with a loud thud. Ouch, how genius of me, she mentally mocked herself. Standing, she dusted herself off and looked around. It wasn't very hard to see, but the fog held back the little details. Evelyn walked forward, exiting the church. The wind blew, but not strong. It whistled to her, telling her secrets of Silent Hill, and she smiled and nodded to it. Where to first? She looked around and decided to walk down Crichton Street and head for Alchemilla Hospital.
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The hospital was filled with countless nurses. One in particular had headed off to the third floor by her lonesome, her body shaking uncontrollably here and there. She held an old pipe—PVC and not metal. Her high toned grunts echoed in the halls as the pipe slightly dragged on the floor. She stood, slanting to the right where she held the pipe, and looked as if she stopped to think. The sound of panting was heard, female panting, and the nurse took in the sound to determine if it were that of another nurse. Then suddenly, there was a sob. The nurse twitched lightly, gasping to herself, and made her way to a door. Living, whatever it was, it was living.
She attempted to turn the knob, her stiff fingers unable to make a tight grip. The sobbing stopped once the nurse had shaken the door by leaning her body against it. "H…Hello?" a female voice called out quietly from the other side of the door, and the nurse became frantic. She hissed loudly, her hands making for the small window to slap on it and break it, only to be unsuccessful. The girl inside the room screamed loudly, obviously frightened, and the nurse looked down to her right hand to observe the PVC pipe. Almost instantly she slammed it against the glass window, crashing it open and reaching both of her arms in. "Ah!" the young lady squealed helplessly, running to the farthest end of the room. Meanwhile, the nurse was attempting to stick her head through the window, calling in a high pitched eerie squeal for assistance from the other nurses, only to be suddenly pulled away from the door ruthlessly. Blood dripped slowly from the glass, blood from the nurse, and the young girl looked at it with fear.
She slowly approached it stupidly, feeling as weak as a rabbit, and opened the door to peak out.
"Ah….ha….aahhhh…." she tears up, spotting Pyramid Head pushing the nurse against an abandoned table that was sitting outside the hallway. His Great Knife was on the floor, not too far away from his side. "…" He remained silent, ignoring the presence of the young lady, although already knowing she was there. The nurse twitched in a small seizure, hitting Pyramid Head with the PVC pipe, and not even bruising him. A low chuckle was heard from him, it echoing slightly in the large helmet. He gripped the nurse's shoulders, ripping off the cloth from her top off to show her round breasts fully. They bounced heavily, much to Pyramid Head's liking, and the nurse's nipples hardened at the sudden contact of cold air. Her pale gray skin looked as if it had gotten paler, sensing the crushing energy from the monstrous being above her. She screamed and moaned, attempting to hit him off of her, her head twitching madly. He gripped her armed wrist, squeezing it tightly to the point of crushing it. Bones crushed, and the young lady screamed, as did the nurse in its eerie way, and Pyramid Head grinned under his mask as he grinded the nurse hungrily.
"Ha…" the nurse was able to moan in pain as he pulled off of her, ripping off her skirt. The nurse wore no undergarments, and he pushed it on top of the table, climbing after on top of it and ripped off his leather apron. The nurse panics under him, only to be restrained by his arms. The young girl screamed at the sight; Pyramid Head was unclothed, his extremely large, pale member hanging before both the females. He grinned once again under his helmet and opened his mouth, still grinning as he allowed his long, eel like tongue to slither out from beneath his helmet to the nurse's thigh. It moaned as he lathered her upper thighs in his saliva, licking around before he licked up higher. The tip of his tongue flapped a small piece of delicate flesh, and the nurse's hips thrust upwards towards his. It moaned, and Pyramid Head ran his tongue along its entrance, holding the nurse down with his hands as it attempted to squirm. His tongue licked against its clit. His saliva slowly dripped into her, sliding down against the table, and the nurse began to sweat everywhere. He then pushed his tongue in, the nurse squirming with a sudden pleasure taking over it.
It attempted to push him off, and he refused, pushing his tongue further and swirling it around; he reached in every fold, every crevice before he removed it slightly then reinserted it. There was a great sensation that overcame the nurse, and it suddenly wrapped one of its legs around his hip and arched its back forward, moaning oddly. The young girl cried louder as Pyramid Head smashed the nurse's head against the table. He didn't want it to enjoy itself, after all. He groaned, clearly annoyed, and exited his tongue, not craving the orgasm of a monster. His tongue went up towards the nurse's face and wrapped around its neck, choking it as he positioned himself. It squirmed once again, its leg now back beneath him. Suddenly he pushes his large calloused penis inside of her, and she scream greatly from his girth. He pushed himself in roughly, and then exited, and pushed thrusts in again repeatedly. All the nurse did was screaming louder with every thrust. She instantly orgasm against his pulsing member, the clear fluid coating him and her thighs, softening the still rough callous on his penis. He continued to fuck her harder and harder, groaning and occasionally grunted to himself. Suddenly he threw his helmet back, along with his head, and cracked his neck to the side to relieve the stiffness in it, and continued to forcefully sex the nurse up. He gripped onto the nurse's breasts, squeezing them in his hands roughly and bruised them. The nurse looked towards the young girl and surprisingly reached its hand out to her, as if asking for help. The girl stared, looking around as if there were other nurses, and then looked back at the nurse. She attempted to approach until Pyramid Head looked at her and growled loudly. She backed away instantly, and the nurse looked back at Pyramid Head, gripping his shoulder and giving him one last weak push. He was heard laughing deeply under his helmet; he made a toothy grin that showed his canines. His face was fully concealed however. Suddenly he threw his head back once again and groaned loudly, his chest rumbling as if he were a growling lion, and came into the nurse. His grayish white semen spilled out from the nurse as if he came into her too much, and there was a puddle of it on the table. The nurse panted heavily and Pyramid Head looked up at the young girl. She stared back, screaming once again as he stood, his glistening member rocking slightly, standing tall due to his erection. She turned, trying to open the door. It was jammed shut, probably by him.
"Did he plan this?!" she questioned herself out loud, turning to see him approaching her. The girl had ducked, dodging his coming hand, and ran down the hall, glancing at the nurse and ignoring it as she ran. Tears spilled from her eyes as she looked for an exit. Pyramid Head had went for his apron and tied it back on him. He then grabbed his Great Knife and dragged it against the ground, it groaning loudly as he continued to pursue the young cult girl.
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Inside the hospital was a slightly fearsome sight. It was dark, musky, and moldy. There were, not much to Evelyn's surprise, no lights. She blinked to herself, looking around the entrance room. There was a front desk, on top of it random papers and such. She noticed the reception room door open and decided to enter it. She instantly notices something. "Flashlight," she smiled to herself, grabbing the small, metal flashlight a policeman would use. "Good for beating," she smirked. If there was some kind of horrible person out here, she had something to beat them with. She walked around, most of the doors locked already. I should probably call for her, she called, looking around. "Rebecca!" she called out. There was nothing but silence. A low moan was heard, and Evelyn shot her head towards the direction. "Rebecca?" she questioned, noticing a form running off. "W…Wait!" she called out in a slightly feminine hoarse voice, her eyes twitching at how horrible and scary she might have sounded. After all, Rebecca was just a teenage child. "Come back, I'm here to take you back to you mother!" she called after the figure, running for it. She entered a room, above it a sign that read Examination. She stopped in her tracks, noticing the figure had stopped to face the other direction, shaking slightly. She took it as cowering in fear. "Rebecca? My name is Evelyn. Please, I'm here to help you," she told it. It twitches suddenly, gasping to itself.
Evelyn flashed its light to its feet, noticing the white heels. "…Rebecca? Why are you dressed….like that?" she questioned it slowly as she raised the flashlight upwards to its mid torso. It was wearing a very tight uniform.
"…" Evelyn said, swallowing a mouth full of saliva and she flashed the light on its face. "Aha," she gasped, backing away to see none other than a common nurse. Its face, looking very much like just burnt skin that was peeled off and glued into place, shook madly. Evelyn backed away towards the entrance of the room and almost instantly ran off, her eyes wide. As stupid as it may seem, she ran towards the door leading to the emergency staircase and completely ignored the elevator. She greatly disliked elevators. She ran up towards the second and stopped. "Ahhhhh!!!!"
Evelyn froze, looking up at the ceiling towards the third floor, and she felt her heart stop. "…what in the world?" she questioned herself, walking up the stairs slowly towards the third floor. She attempted to open the door, but it was jammed from the other side. "Shit…" she sighed, turning to notice the nurse. "…" Evelyn remained silent, shocked, and wide eyed as the nurse breathed heavily before her. "…how the hell did you get up here that fast?" she questioned it, and it remained silent. Suddenly it walked towards her slowly, twitching its way up the steps, however its steps did not falter. Evelyn stared at it for a few seconds with horror before turning, twisting the knob frantically. "Aha, open open open opennnnnn!" she panicked. Looking back over her shoulder, she noticed the nurse approaching her with a scalpel. She cursed to herself, "Fuck!" and then attempted to body slam the door open. Suddenly it swung open; her falling through it. The nurse was close, so very close to her, so she kicked it back. It fell back down the stairs a bit and she closed the door in front of it.
Evelyn watched as it frantically tried to turn the knob and failed to do so. "Yeah, try to come and get it stiffy," she panted, attempting to calm herself down. How in the world is someone—no, something like that still alive???
Evelyn turned, only to notice a nude nurse. She yelped startled as she saw it reach for her, and she backed up to the wall, her flashlight in hand as she flashed its face. It groaned, as if annoyed and in pain. So she removed the flashlight from its face, eyes easing. The nurse lowered its arm, twitching slightly, extremely weak. "…" Evelyn remained silent and approached it. "…what happened to you?" she asked it, the nurse only replying with its usual normal seizures. Evelyn noted that the seizures was a normal gesture and took what looked like ripped fabric from the floor and laid it above the nurse, covering its flesh to keep it at least decent. It eased, becoming silent as if falling asleep. Evelyn stared at it a bit more before she heard another scream. "Aaaahhhaahhhh!!!"
Looking up with the widest of eyes, Evelyn looked back at the startled, twitching nurse before running off. "Rebecca!" she yelled. "Help!" there was another scream from the same voice, fallowed by groaning metal. Evelyn stopped dead in her tracks and listen to that groaning metal sounding off in her ears. Her spin tingled as it continued to screech; the sound of metal against rusted metal and tiles. She shook in her skin, trying to imagine what it was. Run when you hear the sound… the voice of a cultist raced in her head. Multiple warnings were told to her before she had left the church. Was this the sound? she asked herself, blinking. If so, she needed a weapon and fast. Evelyn looked around frantically, spotting an emergency fire ax. She ran for it, stopped, and readied herself. She elbowed the glass, cutting herself but not really noticing. She pulls the ax from the case and looked back at the end of the hall where the turn was and continued forward. "Rebecca!" she screamed again. Another plead for help was heard, and Evelyn ran towards the second hall. She slammed through the double doors, seeing Rebecca and…
Oh my…god, she thought as her jaw began to hang. It was a large, tall man, at least six feet twelve inches. His body was toned, and did she mean toned—he was so muscular that no fat was evident. He dragged what looked like a giant knife, but what really shocked Evelyn was his head. A large metal pyramid as a helmet, concealing his head. Evelyn stood, dumbstruck, and Pyramid Head stared back. The hell… Pyramid Head thought, staring at her. Who is this, his mind continued to race as he fully turned to face her, and then he realized that her scent was familiar. Pyramid Head grunted inside of his helmet, whiffing the air. Evelyn noticed that he was holding Rebecca in the air by her neck.
Hooooo shit, Evelyn winced at how large the 'mans' muscles were and shuddered a bit, and the pushed it all off. Pyramid Head swung Rebecca to the side, still holding onto her, and then pierced his Great Knife onto the ground to stand. He reached for the girl, gripping the skin on the upper part of her back that was pre-exposed. If she was a new comer then he needed to put on a show. He pulled against it painfully, the girl screaming extremely loudly. Evelyn winced once again in annoyance and then became worried. "Stop," she ordered in a low growl, and Pyramid Head stopped curiously. Oh? he thought interested. He looked at her, what he thought as a little piece of fresh meat, and gave himself a concealed toothy grin. He licked his lips with his eel of a tongue, slightly entertained by the weak woman.
Evelyn gritted her teeth as Pyramid Head continued and then suddenly leaned forward. That's it, babe. Come and get the bait, he thought, and eyes constantly on her. What he didn't expect was her holding the bladed end of her ax and throwing it towards him. It struck him in the shoulder, him not fast enough to react to such an attack that he had never experience. What in the, he thought, suddenly releasing the girl. She fell onto the floor and ran for Evelyn, cowering in fear beneath her. "Please…we have to go now," she begged in a panic. Evelyn gave a toothy glare at Pyramid Head, who returned the same concealed look, fingering the handle of the ax in slight pain. She nodded, turning to run away with Rebecca, until a thought raced in her head. Shit, I need another ax. Those things out there could…
"Not until I get my ax," she grunted in a low, hoarse, threatening voice. Pyramid Head's eyes widened with shock, and he stared at the woman's back. Evelyn turned, running forward with her eyes shut tight so she wouldn't need to face fear. Here goes everything, she thought, sliding in between Pyramid Head's legs and wrapped her arms around his already painful neck (due to the helmet being bolted onto his collar bone). Pyramid Head swung himself, attempting to remove her. For the love of, he though frustratingly while reaching his arms behind him. He was able to grab onto her tight sleeve, much to his surprise, and flipped her from behind his back past his unharmed shoulder. Evelyn hit the ground, hard, and backed away quickly, dodging Pyramid Head's heavy, stomping foot. He attempted to stop on her, thinking, Hold still you little ant!
She rolled, getting up and shot her head towards Rebecca. "Run!" she yelled, Pyramid Head pulling the ax out and throwing it towards the ground. He faced Evelyn, but she had faster reflexes, and she ran towards the ax. Pulling it off the ground she pulled Rebecca with her, running out of the hallway past the double doors and towards the elevator. She pushed Rebecca to the button, and the young girl frantically pressed the arrow that pointed down. "Come on, come on!" she screamed, crying and panicking as the elevator made its way up. Evelyn stared as Pyramid Head made his way. The doors slid open, and she pushed the girl and herself inside, watch Pyramid Head's helmet pointing towards them, noting that he must have been either glaring or gazing, and they were on their way down to the first floor. What the hell just happened? Pyramid Head thought, confused, and he itched the back of his neck for no apparent reason.
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The church doors began to shake wildly, and the folks stared in true fear. They screamed, running towards the end of the church as its doors swung wide open. Rebecca races in, rushing into her mothers arms. "Rebecca!" "Mama!" she screamed frantically, and the two held each other close, crying constant mounds of tears. Evelyn walked in a little while after, panting deeply. She stood, the doors slamming shut loudly behind her. She did not jump this time, used to it already, and sighed deeply. She spots Christabella and gives her a look of true disbelief and slight terror. The Cult leader only smiled at her, giving her a small node as she gave Evelyn some time to pull herself together. Evelyn walked in a quick pace to the other room and sat down on a seat. She was besides the entrance to the gentlemen's restroom. She inhaled deeply, letting out in a slow, stuttering breath from her mouth and rubbed her freezing arms. "Cold?" Christabella asked, walking from behind her only to sit by her side once again. Evelyn nodded. "Slightly, but I don't need a jacket," she assured her. The Cult leader's smile disappeared. "What you did was foolish…" she said. Evelyn could only look down, slightly ashamed that she would do it in yet slightly annoyed that this crazy woman would call her brave act foolish. "…but heroic." Evelyn looked up at Christabella and smiled. "Thank you," she sighed, her eyelids lower slightly. Christabella nodded, standing up and dusting her night blue and purple dress off. "Please, sleep. Beatrice has saved you a spot with her brother and sister," she smiled. Evelyn watched her leave, and then asked, "What of her parents?"
Christabella turned, simply stating, "They're dead," before leaving Evelyn to ponder in her thoughts sadly.
"Evelyn!" a voice called out, and Evelyn looked to notice Beebe—beside her was a ready makeshift bed. Evelyn approached her and smiled. Beebe threw her hands around her and hugged her tightly, her hugging Beebe back. She rubbed Beebe's back lightly as she spoke. "I don't need the blankets." She leaned back, away from her as Beebe adjusted to a sleeping position by her already resting siblings. "Please, use them. We don't mind. My brother and sister are eager to meet you in the morning," she smiled, before finishing her sentence with a, "Good night!" Evelyn nodded. "Good night…" she replied in a low tone, Beebe quickly turning over to face her brother, who in which was laying the closest to her.
Evelyn sighed to herself, lying on the ground above the soft blankets and didn't cover herself. She liked the cold. What are you? She though back to the creature she had previously encountered. Pyramid Head was what they called him. She cracked her neck, which was extremely audible since a few people shifted and tensed from it. Evelyn raised her head a bit to scratch the back of her neck once again. Why are you so itchy? Her thoughts raced, which kept her from sleeping. At one moment, she thought back to the strange nurse looking creature that was suffering on that table and frowned. She could have helped her, and should have helped her, but she didn't help her. She turned, trying to remove the thought from her mind, when suddenly the loud sirens sounded off again. Evelyn jerked up to a sitting position, instantly alert, while everyone else around her slept soundly. "…eh," she grunted to herself, her heart still beating rapidly. She smelt the air, it become slightly salty as she stood. She noticed the stain glass window, and decided to approach it. Outside was horrifying. Streets became black, skies dark, and everything had a reddish tint. She continued to approach the window, and began to feel a treacherous energy. The hairs in the back of her neck stood, and she shivered, itching against them. "The Devil's Playground at its fullest," Christabella's voice almost echoed, and Evelyn didn't need to turn to notice she was there. In fact, she already knew she was watching her this whole time.
"Attempting to sneak up on people is rude," Evelyn kept herself from hissing. "Attempting? You speak as if you already knew I was fallowing you," Christabella's voice sounded as if she were smiling. Evelyn scoffed. "I did," she stated almost bored in tone, and Christabella stood by her side, observing her. Evelyn ignored her, her eyes darting about the area outside, ignoring her completely. Christabella let her jaw drop in thought for a second before speaking. "You seem more aggressive when you are in the Otherworld," she pointed out. Evelyn winced at her comment and stared at her confusingly. "This is a trait that none of the other survivors have. But, since you are new, I've decided that your sudden hostility is for you own protection. Like a security blanket." Evelyn shrugged, calming herself. "…you're rude," she told the Cult leader, and Christabella's smile faded to the point where her face became serious. "Forgive me then," she spoke in a monotone. You are forgiven… Evelyn thought and continued to scratch the back of her neck. Christabella took her arm in her hands and removed it, viewing her neck. "…it looks as if you have a scar that runs along the back of your neck." Evelyn's eyes widened and she tried to turn her head, forcing her eyes to look over their limits. "It's not fresh, but it's still healing," she informed. Evelyn tilted her head slightly. "I'm not sure where I've gotten it," she sighed, branding her life a mystery. She continued to stare out the window with Christabella, wondering what kind of horrors live out there.
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As he stared out into the clearing, his mind drifted away. He tried ignored the pain of his extremely deep wound—pain didn't affect him very much, much this pain was a slight exception. The ax had made its way deep into his left shoulder blade, slicing the muscles like cheese, and had dug itself deep within his collar bone. He growled loudly in pain, almost yelling, as he stuck his finger in the deep laceration. Pyramid Head mentally cursed at himself, not even knowing why he did that in the first place, and rubbed his bloody fingers against his leather apron. He sat on the floor, his legs spread out far apart, and he leaned lazily on left elbow which simply added stress to his open wound. He pushed it aside, biting his tongue lightly as he gripped his Great Knife with the other hand, leaning it away from him, back towards them, and then away again. He had been tipping it from its point for well past thirty minutes now.
Bored as hell, he thought, looking around for something interesting. For once, he didn't feeling raping nurses or senselessly cutting apart patients. He didn't feel like anything. He was perplexed; Pyramid Head always went to find something to do. He was always on the move, but for some reason now he just wanted to sit back and relax.
He stared into the red horizon—it was not a very pretty sight. His mind wandered back to the strange new woman and he sighed inwardly. Not quite weird, he tried to determine what she was like in his mind. She's got some balls, he thought, his eyes rolling back towards the laceration that she had given him from the ax. He sighed, grunting once again before tilting his head up to look at the sky. Grey, with a reddish tint. Pyramid Head wasn't the kind of 'guy' to say this was the life, but he was a little at ease it the moment…
This is one fucked up life, he thought, eyes becoming heavy. Suddenly he shook his head restlessly, his helmet tugging against the never healing wounds, and he gave out a deep throated yell. He tugged against his pyramid shaped helmet violently with both hands, only making the pain worse as his Great Knife tilted to the side and fell loudly. "Haaa, OFF," he grunted loudly, not want to strain his already hoarse, soar voice more. That would make a hassle. He released his head finally, breathing deeply through his open mouth, his saliva slightly spilling from the corner of his lips. Perhaps Alessa would take it off, just for a while? His hopes lowered as he remembered that it was 'meant' to stay on because he was Silent Hill's one and only 'Executioner'. He swallowed and he growled to himself annoyed to the fullest, and took a hard grip on his Great Knife. Pulling it up, he dragged it along, walking his way to a random direction. He looked back at his wound, thinking, I'll get the pretty little slab of flesh for this. Pyramid Head grinned to himself, truly believing that he was dealing with a small lost rabbit, not a willing opponent.
Pyramid Head's thoughts quickly became erotic, and he stopped and stood, looking towards the church. In a way he 'wanted' her—he wanted to touch her badly. This was not in a romantic way, no, but in a torturous way. He wanted to fuck her until she had split in half. He had grown an erection, and Pyramid Head nearly moaned at the thought. He suppressed it. Pyramid Head never moaned, he only groaned and grunted when having torturous sex.
He continued to look at the church; they weren't leaving until sunrise. So he would wait near there, and he would corner the little rabbit Evelyn and kill her…and shame her…and rape her…and take away her innocence. If she has innocence, he thought, but then frowned. Evelyn was an extremely attractive woman, and must be married. He didn't remember seeing a ring, so he attempted to brush the thought aside. He would stick with the plan, and he would have to wait and find out whether Evelyn was a virgin or not the hard way.