(A/N: Hi everybody! -insert frantic wave and toothy grin here- It's me, Twisted! Just wanted to say a special thank you to all of the people that Reviewed and rated! Also, I'm glad to know that Evelyn is not a Mary-sue!!! I would die if she were! Anyway, enjoy Pyramid Head goodness! Oh, and also, forgive me for Grammar Errors and Spelling Mistakes that I make! I'll fix all the chapters soon!)
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"You shouldn't go off alone," Christabella spoke as she aided Evelyn's wound. The gash on her leg was foul and deep; the pain must have been unbearable. Christabella looked back up to Evelyn's stern face, a hint of care in her own—and Evelyn wondered suddenly if her care was to be false. Many people in the church hated her for some strange reason. "I am amazed that you were able to walk your way back, let alone survive the horrors of the Otherworld. Tell me, what did this to you?" she asked her. Evelyn blinked. "A Mumbler, at least that is what Beebe called them," she stated. Christabella 'ahhed' with understanding and continued to cover the deep laceration with gauze. Evelyn winced a little at the pain, but refused to make a sound. "…I saw him again," she stated, Christabella not moving away from her current actions. "The Executioner—he was there, in the school, as if waiting." The female cultist looked up at Evelyn once again.
"And what were its actions during your meeting?" she asked. Evelyn thought and shook a bit. "He was…physical," she could only let out, and Christabella chuckled. Evelyn became slightly bothered by her laugh but held in the wanting to slap her. "It is a punisher—it particularly likes virgin women to feed its lust," she explained and then stood, walking towards the extremely large painting at the back of the church. "So I saw. Why didn't you warn me? Such information is vital," Evelyn nearly snapped, clearly angered that they all knew so much of Pyramid Head, in yet they refused to share anything with her. Christabella looked at her slightly. "We all learn by experience here. You are new to our cult, and simply telling you wouldn't have made you change your mind. Either way, you still would have saw it, you still would have been attacked by it, and if you continue your actions…you soon will be violated by it," she explained. Within seconds of her sentence Evelyn stood and walked towards her. She refused to move from her side, giving her a haunting, strict look. Christabella was not affected by it. "Like I haven't been violated already—he touched me in the most…" she spoke, but Christabella interrupted her. "What it has done to you earlier is nothing compared to what it has done to the woman and children that had died in its hands. It will continue you fallow you; the fact that you escaped may have made it interested in you. You are its main priority, and it will rape you when it gets the chance…unless the Lord continues to bless you, and assist in you next attempt to escape."
"Assist? No one helped me. If I were you, I would lead all of these people to help! Find a way out!" she nearly yelled at the cultist. Christabella had risen her chin up in an uncomfortable way, feeling some form of spiritual energy snapping at her. She shook her head, giving a small mocking smile at Evelyn. "There is no way out in Silent Hill…"
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Slowly closing his large fists, Pyramid Head rolled his eyes around the clearing. He was sitting in a dark, musty room in the apartments. He stared lazily out the window while the chair beneath him supported his immense weight. His Great Knife lied on the floor near his left foot, dull and shinning in some places. It was raining out—the rain usually cleaned off his dirt and blood tainted grayish white skin, but he didn't feel like going out. He was being a couch potato.
Small feet were heard pitter pattering behind him, and he ignored it. Obviously, it was Alessa doing God knows what. She was probably harassing some of her creatures. Suddenly a black haired head pops out from behind her left shoulder, and Pyramid Head had jumped a little. He growled, not liking the feeling of his heart pumping fast. Alessa seemed to have a curious, wondering look on her face as she inched towards Pyramid Head's front, staring at him. He was surprised, slightly, since she never really was around him. What is it?
She grinned, obviously understanding his thoughts. After all, she did make him. She sat on the window sill before him, blocking his view, and Pyramid Head didn't move from his leaning, legs wide open position. Alessa tilted her head and began to kick her feet before she began to spoke. "Are you bored?" she questioned him. He remained silent and motionless, an Alessa just sighed in an exaggerated way. She grinned at him playfully. "Do you wish that woman was here? Playing music?" Pyramid Head's attention was caught, and he looked up at the girl interested. His helmet tilted upward to signal her, and he had placed his left fist on the side of it to lean against it. Music sooths the savage beast, he thought sarcastically, trying to take the sound of the piano's slow, easing tune out of his mind. She smiled even wider. "Do you think she's…different?" she asked, her feet still kicking, but this time she hit the wall with the back of her heel harder. Pyramid Head grunted. Different? Oh yes, he thought. Alessa somewhat giggled. "Do you like different girls?" she asked her. Yes, I do, he grinned in his thoughts. "But you don't like them hard to get?" she pointed out. Pyramid Head then frowned his hidden frown and thought, Hard to get…I hate that.
Alessa began to kick harder. "I've been watching you, and her. She doesn't even remember how she got here, and she doesn't know what's going on or how to get out—like Harry, and James, and the others…" Pyramid Head remained silent, remembering the past. Suddenly he shook his head, but regretted it. "Gnnnn…" he grunted, raising his trembling hands towards his helmet slowly. Suddenly Alessa placed his hands in his and rubbed them gently. Pyramid Head could only stare at her, confused. She smiled. "Don't worry, pain means that you're alive." He stared. Living hurts too much, he thought, not very much enjoying the contact that Alessa is giving him. "She's curious about you," Alessa finishes, backing away from him and leaning against he window dangerously. He stared, obviously confused on why she is saying this. He didn't understand why the damn woman was so special! She was just a human like the rest, and always will be. The only thing different about her is the fact that she has more balls then any human I have ever seen, he grunted in his thoughts. Right then and there, Alessa gave him a sick, sinister grin before falling back, allowing herself to drop out the window silently. Pyramid Head stared out the open window a little while before standing. He approached it, looking down, only to see nothing at the bottom below as the rain drops pounded on the top of his helmet and shoulders. He must have been at the least seven stories up.
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Evelyn sat, inhaling the stale air of the church as the rain continued to fall outside. Her ears perched at the sound of her name. "That Evelyn woman…she's not safe," a cultist whispered, not knowing that she was around the corner. Evelyn spotted the mirror in front of her, noticing said cult people's reflections, and counted seven of them. They continued to speak. "A witch, she must be," one said. Another nodded. "She is; how else would she have survived being out there alone twice?" another questioned. "Yes, and during those times she ran in with The Executioner? How is that possible! I think it is working with her." "But how? It cannot speak, nor does it have some kind of mind of its own." "Perhaps she is its creator, and the witch child is aiding her!" Evelyn rounded the corner, and they all stared at her with shock and fear. "For you information…I am not a witch. And, yes, The Executioner has a mind of his own. He is entirely aware of everything and everyone," she pointed out, walking away tall. They shivered at her glares and her dark, dark, almost pitch black pupils. Her presence, for some reason, haunted them, only making them believe that she was more of a witch.
"Evelyn," Christabella called, and Evelyn froze. "Damn," she whispered under her breath as Christabella approached her. Neither of them didn't look quite pleased. "The people here seem uncomfortable around you," she stated, Evelyn nodding. "So I've noticed. I'm not too surprised really, I am new after all. All of the things I've done and they still think I am a witch," she explained, looking at Christabella with a blank, monotone look. Christabella raised her chin once again, observing her. "…it's not the fact that you are new…it is the fact that you refer to The Executioner as him, not it." Evelyn froze. Did she really? She bit her tongue secretively to hide her frustration. "So?" she questioned. "It's not normal," Christabella pointed out, walking away. "Try referring him as it for now on…" she almost ordered, leaving Evelyn fuming with hidden rage. She bit her tongue only tighter. She felt more gazes on her; the whole church was gossiping. A hand had made contact to her shoulder, and Evelyn remained still, sighing to herself in hopes of easing her anger and stress. Beebe's voice spoke. "You know, all you need to do is ignore them…I don't think you're a witch," she smiled, and Evelyn looked at her with a tad sorrow in her flawless features. Beebe's smile was calm and serene, almost motherly, as she took Evelyn's arm in her hands, inspecting the week old wound on her elbow. She blinked astonished at the fact that it was already a scar. "Wow," Beebe chuckled, and Evelyn stared wide eyed. It wasn't everyday you meet someone who can heal deep cuts in about seven days tops.
Evelyn's shocked, down expression quickly became a soft smile, and she chuckled lightly with Beebe's giggling. They continued to laugh with one another, throwing in occasional comments, and slowly caught the attention of every cultist's eyes. Evelyn froze, clearing her throat and retreat her arm from Beebe's grasp. "It's time to sleep," she told her, Beebe nodding and leaving to their corner to prepare the makeshift beds. Suddenly someone stops her. "If you continue to talk with that bastard you will die too, like your parents," the old woman spoke, gripping on Beebe's arm a little too tight.
Beebe winced, attempting to pull her arm back but failing. Her muscles were too frail that even the old woman's strength overcame hers. "Please, let go…that hurts," Beebe pleaded, but the old woman refused and only squeezed harder. Beebe squeaked with shock. "Listen to me you foolish child—that is unless you want to die. Would you rather take sides with the witch?" she growled, almost yelled as a few more cultists stood behind her to back her up. "Are you a witch?" "Yes, Beatrice, are you?" "She's hexed you child!" Evelyn, hearing everything, was already in the scene.
She gripped tightly onto the elder woman's wrists, squeezing it painfully. Her expression was emotionless, but her eyes clouded with an odd, grayish tint that hid her true, current emotions. The elder woman stared, but then released her. However, Evelyn did not let go.
Beebe stared. "…Evelyn, it's okay! I'm fine, they're just messing around is all they do this a lot, really!" Beebe faked a laughed, but Evelyn did not react. Instead, she squeezed the withered wrist to the point of snapping it. "Ahhh!" the elder woman yelled, kneeling onto the floor, pleading for Evelyn to release her—in yet she still didn't. Instead she continued to stare down at her, her eyes drilling into hers. "Let go of her you!" a man yelled, throwing a palm on Evelyn in an attempt to push her, but amazingly she didn't even budge. They stared with the purest of shock. "C-Christabella!" a voice screamed. Within seconds she had entered the main room of the church. "What is the meaning of this?!" she yelled, eyeing the scene. Beebe panicked. "Evelyn…Evelyn, Evelyn let go!" she yelled, and instantly Evelyn had release the elder woman. Her wrist was almost crushed, but luckily Evelyn had only severely bruised it. It already had begun to swell.
Christabella walked over to the small group and instantly snapped her head at Evelyn. She raised her hand, and Evelyn took it as a warning. What she didn't expect was Christabella's hand making hard contact onto her face. Evelyn's head snapped to the side, her face beating with pain. "…" She didn't let out a word as Christabella began to spoke. "How dare you; you coward! You do not deserve our protection…take her out!" she ordered, and almost at that very instant two men had held into either side of Evelyn tightly. Evelyn went wide eyed. "W-Wait! Let go of me!" "Evelyn!" Beebe screamed, but she was held back by Christabella. "Why do you not burn her?!" a woman yelled, and then they began to chant. "Burn her! Burn her!" "No! She is not a witch, however she is a sinner. Sinners must be punished…" Christabella stated, catching Evelyn's attention. During that whole time the sirens had been raging above them, and as the two, large wooden double doors swung open, Evelyn saw the Fog World swirl and peel away, and the Otherworld taking shape. She was held in place, only about a millimeter away from the outside—the smell of blood and rust already was lingering in both her mind and nostrils. The two men waited, noting releasing her or loosening their grips in any way. "She must be punished by the Executioner!" Christabella roared, and then as if on queue they tossed her out.
Evelyn landed against the dirty concrete floor hard. She grips on her pounding head, moving her hand to see ash. "Uhh…" she grunted; her sight dazed since she pounded her head pretty hard. There was a scream. "EVELYN!" Beebe screamed from inside the church, and Evelyn's head snapped at the closing doors. "Hhn!" she grunted, jumping to her feet clumsily as she sprinted to the door, only to meet it closed. "No!" she yelled at Christabella, and the doors swung closed. "Shit!"
Grabbing onto the handle, Evelyn shook it manically whilst screaming bloody murder. "Shit shit shit! Let me it! Damn it let me in!" she pleaded. Tears slipped from her eyes as she slid down against the door, leaning on it. She cried silent tears on the floor, but not for herself—she was worried for Beebe and her siblings. "Beebe…" she gasped hoarsely, looking at the door that stood only a mere inch in front of her. Safety was only an inch away. So close, but so far.
Pretty much giving up, Evelyn stood slowly, turning her head to look at the horrors. This was her second time to experience the Otherworld; but the first time she was only in Midwich Elementary. She became lost in her thoughts. Maybe there, she thought, coming up with the idea to take refuge in Midwich. The image of the Mumblers appeared in her head, but what really haunted her was what had happened in the school. "No…not there," she murmured to herself, and began to wallow in her self-pity. After several moments she shook her head lightly, raising her right hand and reaching behind to the back of her neck, scratching it violently. Retracting her arm she noticed a little blood. "Ow," she sighed, running her clean, non-blood-tainted fingers on the mysterious scar around her neck. She wondered where it came from. Suddenly, she found herself walking along the streets without a weapon. "…" Evelyn turned her head towards a discarded trashcan and ran to it. She removes the lid, reaching in and pulling out an axe. Pyramid Head's blood was still coating the blade, but it was dried. Useful, Evelyn thought, and then she continued to walk.
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The rain had ceased, but only for a short while. Pyramid Head was still in the same position as earlier. He was still on the chair with his helmet resting on his left fist, and his Great Knife still sat by his side. Pyramid Head grunted, looking outside at the Otherworld. He was slightly closer to the window now. Bored, he ran the fingers of his right hand against his wooden seat's arm rest, feeling its smooth, sanded texture. There were no splinters, and for once he wasn't thinking about the smooth skin of a good female. No, instead he was just lost in his empty thoughts. Pyramid Head wasn't thinking about anything in particular. Instead, he just 'spaced out'.
He noticed a figure approaching, walking down the street with a weapon in hand. Lazily he stared out the window, not taking interest since he had mistaken it for a creature.
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An apartment complex? Evelyn stared at the row of apartments in front of her; brick walls and rusted windows. The door was surprisingly wide open—courtesy of Pyramid Head for the random, stupid monsters that can't open a flipping door. Evelyn entered it, not really knowing what she was going to come across. She doubted that she would run into Pyramid Head. In a matter of a week she only came across him twice, so the odds of meeting him again were slim in her mind. She limped—due to the injury that the Mumblers have given her—her way along and alone, not being able to even bend her right leg. Slowly she turned a corner, looking at everything around her. She spotted a sign. "…Greenfield Apartments…" she whispered to herself, turning her head to look around. Slowly she raised her head to itch her scalp—her black hair was tied up in a ponytail. A loud knocking was heard, and she turned her head quickly. "Who…" she began to speak, but silenced herself. There's no one here…I'm the only one, she assured herself. For a second she began to wish that someone else was there with her, but she refused to. She's better off alone rather than caring and worrying for others.
Her ears twitched lightly, and she ran towards the end of the hall to an elevator that was pre-opened. Quickly she faced the door, spotting a few creatures at the back—however she couldn't identify how they looked or what they were. The doors closed, and they were out of reach. "Haa…haaa….aha…" Evelyn panted. There was silence.
"…" Just then, there was a loud BANG! "AH!" Evelyn screamed, panicking at the fact that the creatures were bashing dents onto the elevator's sliding doors. She quickly pressed the seventh floor button, since it was the only one lit, and calmed herself down as the elevator began to move. "…thank you," she sighed, sliding down against the wall to sit upon the dirty floor of the elevator. Then there was a loud ding, and the doors slid open loudly. Evelyn stared out into the long, eerie hallway that was pitch dark and swallowed. A few doors were open, lighting the way. Standing, Evelyn exited the elevator. Water dropped onto her head; the ceiling was leaking due to the rain outside. She listened to the soft pitter patter and sighed; it was easing to her. Walking down the hallway silently with her axe, Evelyn peaked into a door. She spotted a red aura, crimson red, and had thought it was a form of light—she ignored it and kept walking. Little did she know that the light had emitted from Pyramid Head's body.
Pyramid Head's helmet tilted up, and he instantly sniffed the air. It's…is it, he questioned himself, turning his large head to look behind him. There was nothing but a hallway. "…hng," he grunted, slowly standing. He walked his way to the door lazily, leaving his Great Knife on the ground, and approached the doorway. Pyramid Head peaked out, looking around the hallway. Ahead he spotted…
Nothing, Pyramid Head thought as missed Evelyn rounding the corner. It seems they didn't notice each other. Pyramid Head cracked his shoulders, the wound from Evelyn's axe still fleshy, but healing, and he exited the room to stalk the halls without his Great Knife.
Then the apartments fell into a deep silence—Evelyn stopped walking to catch her breath.
Her heart, as strong and willed as she was, felt as if it were about to give out on her.
Slowly Evelyn allowed herself to break down for just a quick second, and she fell onto the floor again to cry slowly to herself. Her tears were silent, very silent. She didn't grunt or moan, only allowed tears to fall. She would have loved to scream to the world and pray. As much as she hated the Cult, she wanted to go back—she didn't even need to be accepted. Anything, anything was better than to be stuck in the Otherworld of Silent Hill alone. Evelyn's muscles became limp, and she sniffled to herself, not noticing the presence of Pyramid Head in the farthest corridor. He stared at her, fully aware that she was before him. Oh? Pyramid Head thought, however he didn't notice the tears. He simply thought that she couldn't walk any more due to the injury on her leg. I found you, he gave a toothy grin. His lazy body tensed up to the point where he stood to his fullest—his height was to the max. Pyramid Head took a heavy, heavy step, and it echoed loudly. Evelyn's head snapped up, the tears no longer flowing. She didn't need to turn her head to know it was him.
Slowly Evelyn breathed, and then her body snapped up into a standing position. "Sh…it…." she grunted, leaning to the side. Her head was spinning. I got up too quick, she thought, gagging a little. She shook her head violently, and Pyramid Head was already half way there. He tilted his left shoulder up, scratching against the healing laceration, and spotted her axe. He growled deep in his throat, and Evelyn heard it. She jerked a bit, but refused to turn. I can't run…it hurts too much, she thought as her face showed a hint of sorrow. She was sad that she was weak, but she was able to suppress her fear. Quickly Evelyn turned, swinging her axe at Pyramid Head. And then, it felt as if time stopped.
Pyramid Head's hand acted on its own, and it had caught the blade before it sliced him. "Huh…" Evelyn gasped, eyes widened as Pyramid Head yanked her axe from her bare hands. She tripped forwards, falling into his toned body. Holding out a hand, Pyramid Head grabbed her by the back of her neck and held her up like the useless kitten that she was. Evelyn yelped, furiously kicking him with her good leg. "LET GO OF ME YOU…!" she screamed, not really knowing what to call him. Pyramid Head blinked, staring up at her for quite a while. He had been observing her too long.
Evelyn's leg had stopped kicking, and she remained hanging there by the back of her neck. It stung, but she wasn't choking. So she stared down at him, a confused look on her face. What is he looking at? Evelyn's mind raced, but it ceased when she thought she had spotted a small child run by at the back of the hall. Her head snapped up, and she saw nothing. Pyramid Head continued to stare at her. What you are looking at? He growled at her, shaking her viciously. Look at me! Evelyn instantly looked down at him, gritting her teeth, her eyes shut tight. Pyramid Head growled, and then he slammed her already sore body against the nearby wall. She grunted loudly. "Grraahhh…" He had released her, and Evelyn stood. Suddenly, Pyramid Head took her head in his hands and forced her head towards his face. She looked the other way, to the end of the corridor, where she thought she had seen the child. Shit…the girl…I need to get the kid before he does, Evelyn thought. Pyramid Head wanted to scream at her, to yell at her. He wanted her to look upon him with fear. But she was ignoring him, why? Why?! He never had anything ignore him, not even the damn monsters that inhabited the place! So why would she, of all worthless pig humans, ignore him, the Executioner?!
"Look…at…me," Pyramid Head growled, and he felt a sudden pain deep in his throat that stung like acid. Evelyn widened her eyes at him, but it wasn't because she thought he couldn't talk—it was the fact that he was actually willing to talk. Looks like I made you angry, Evelyn thought. Pyramid Head growled, wanting to rub his throat, but releasing her would mean letting her go. Instantly he grabbed both of her shoulders and slammed her up against the wall again. "AH!" Evelyn screamed, her chest popping out, and Pyramid Head couldn't help but stare at her full breasts. He wanted them; he wanted all of her. Quickly he slammed his body against hers, grinding his hips on hers. Evelyn held in a scream, biting her tongue. She looked helpless, and she felt helpless. "Stop…" she growled, and Pyramid Head didn't want an order. He released her shoulders, holding her up with his chest, and pulled at her belt buckle, forcing her hips against his throbbing one. "Stop," she growled even louder when Pyramid Head slid his hand down her pants to violate her. He was almost there, but Evelyn had lowered her gave to him and shot him a dark glare. "STOP IT!" she screamed furiously.
There was silence.
…what is this, Pyramid Head thought, a sudden pressure tugging against him. But it didn't tug against his physical body, but instead it tugged against his soul, and the red aura lighting Pyramid Head up had lessened slightly. "Get off of me," Evelyn's chilling voice growled, and he returned his attention to her, only to see that her light blue eyes had become black, and her sclera had darkened to a light, light gray. Pyramid Head was stunned as he witnessed her black hair stand, and the veins in her neck had darkened slightly, making them more noticeable. "GET…OFF…GET…" she continued to threaten, and then Evelyn bent her head forward as far as it could go, and she bit onto Pyramid Head's right shoulder. Her teeth, mainly her unusually, slightly large canines, had dug into his grey, hard skin, and his blood began to pour slightly. Pyramid Head growled in pain and grabbed Evelyn's shoulder, pulling her furiously in an attempt to get her off—she refused to budge. "Ghhn!" Evelyn growled, biting harder. What the fuck, Pyramid Head growled as his heart raced—oh how he hated it when it raced.
He made a fist, punching her in the stomach harshly. To his surprised, it did nothing but made her bite harder. She didn't even make a noise. "GGRAH!" Pyramid Head yelled, and for some reason he couldn't pull her off of him. You damn leach, how is it I can't get you off of me! His heart beats heavier and faster, and Pyramid Head's vision began to fade. Was it possible that he was loosing a lot of blood? He looked down, seeing a large puddle already formed. He loosed his grip, staring amazed at how much blood had already poured out of him from just the simple bite she had inflicted on him. His eyes rolled to her, watching her with anger as she began to gnaw on him. How the hell was he going to get her off? Pyramid Head thought, and then an idea raced his mind. Almost instantly he backed away from her, allow her to stand on her own two feet. Within seconds, she released him. It hit him.
All I had to do was get off? he thought, generally stunned. Evelyn glared at him, and then she blinked, shaking her head. There was a moment of silence. "Wha…" he heard her gasp. Pyramid Head grunted, and then he looked upon her shocked features. She was staring at the blood on the floor—his blood. Instantly she looked around her own body to see if she had any injuries. "…uh," she grunted with slight fear. She had made the injury on him.
Oh shit, I think I pissed him off even more, she thought, and then she spotted the child peeking at the two. Their eyes locked—the child's black eyes showed sinister curiosity. It scurried away.
"W-Wait!" Evelyn yelled, trying to escape from Pyramid Head, but he simply pushed her down to the floor. She fell, landing onto the puddle of blood, and then Evelyn blacked out.
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Evelyn had awakened to the feeling of water, dripping onto her face. She turned her head to look at the ceiling, half of her face drenched in fresh blood. Evelyn groaned, and the sound of pitter patter became louder. A drop of dirty water went into her eye, and she blinked. Slowly her body began to ease, and her eyes turned brighter in shade, back to normal. Her hair had ceased to stand since it was moist with water and blood, and the veins on her neck weren't popping out as much. She blinked, her vision blurred. She spotted Pyramid Head approaching her, the loud shrieking of his Great Knife almost inaudible. Blinking more, she noticed he was approaching her. Evelyn began to panic again, and slowly she dragged herself to a standing position and limped her way towards a fire escape.
When she reached the window her vision was normal, as well as her hearing, and when Pyramid Head had entered the room, the window was already open, blood staining it.
Climbing down, Evelyn reached the bottom. She slowly lowered her feet, and then her hand, and then her feet, and then her hand again. The ladders were the hardest part for her. Thunder clashed, and Evelyn shivered at the loud, bass boom. She jumped down, no longer having the strength to climb, and her feet slammed into a deep puddle. The rain continued to fall, and Evelyn looked up at the dark, clouded skies. She was still in the Otherworld—it was obvious since everything seemed to have a reddish glow. She forced herself to run ignoring the pain in her stabbed leg, and sprinted through the streets until she had completely become lost.
Thunder continued to clash, fallowed by the bright flashes of lightning that were dangerously above her. She needed refuge, and soon. She had decided to find the closest building and enter it. She didn't care what was in it—she had her axe—she was able to grab it before Pyramid Head could retrieve her. She looked at a sign; it read W. Sandford Street. She had counted it was the sixth sign to have said that. Evelyn looked around, and ahead she saw a hotel. "Lake View," she sighed, her throat salty from the blood that was still in it. She could use a glass of water. Evelyn quickly limped to the entrance. She pulled it open, struggling since the wind was blowing against it, and ran in, slamming it closed. "Ha…" Evelyn panted greatly, soaking wet with water—the blood stains had washed off. Slowly she slid down the door and sat on the floor. Evelyn blinked and looked around, shivering to herself at the cold. There was an odd sound of silence, plus that strange, deep vibrating sound you hear in a cave all the time. A few creaks where heard upstairs, as well as odd scurrying from mice that inhabited the area. No bugs were visible, but there were obviously some roaches here and there as well as a few files, moths, and ants. Evelyn knew creatures lived here, and that she was the only human. She panted to herself still. All alone, she thought to herself. Pyramid Head didn't really keep her company, but the thought of him being there gave her a strange feeling of…something. Shivering to herself, Evelyn stood up, limping her way towards the winding staircases in front of her while listening to the pitter patter and pounding of the rain in the ceiling.