Disclaimer: Hey everyone, it's me Twisted! Okay, I would like to thank Riley Killer for reminding me that disclaimers are important to posting stories hahaha! So, let me just sing it out. I DO NOT own original Silent Hill Characters from both the movie and the game, such as Pyramid Head (of course), Alessa, Christabella and the church Cult, with the exception of Beatrice (aka Beebee) and her siblings, and nor do I own Silent Hill. What I truly do own is Evelyn Ashcroft, Beatrice-aka Beebee-, her siblings, and that is it. Also, I want to thank the people who reviewed my fanfic. It means so much to me!!! Thank you, and enjoy~! x).
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In the room there was a slightly dirty bed, a window, a desk, unlit lighting, a radio, and a few chairs here and there. The axe lay on the work desk—the dry blood had not been washed off yet. On the window, a few bars were bolted onto the wall, blocking it. Some lay on the floor; Evelyn was still in progress of removing the bars for a quick exit.
She was sitting on the chair, leaning against it while observing her room. The Fog World seemed to have lingered much longer to her than the Otherworld. But either way, the two lingered the same amount of time. She didn't argue to it though—Evelyn liked the quiet stillness of the Fog World. She was thinking about making a still life image of the streets as the mist twirled and engulfed it, but she didn't have the resources or the time to do so. All she had time to do was prepare for her and Pyramid Head's next meeting. She knew that he would be looking for her. It was only obvious. Spaced out, Evelyn raised her right hand to her lips, rubbing them lightly. How could I have bitten him like that, and barely remember it? Her mind raced, and a loud bump was heard on the ceiling. Her head instantly jerked up, removing all previous thoughts. It sounded as if there was something above her, but not in the next floor.
Evelyn looked at the air vent on the other side of the room. "…shit," she breathed, grabbing the bars that she had pried from the window and a hammer. Nails where in her pocket, rusted nails but nails nonetheless. She had stood on a chair, balancing herself as it tilted here and there, and began to hammer that bars in place. Once she had hammered the last bar, a low screech was heard, fallowed by banging in the air vents. She almost had fallen off of her chair. "AH!"
Quickly, Evelyn ran for her axe and had taken cover under her desk. There was silence. "…ha….ha…" All that was heard was Evelyn's deep panting. She was a brave woman, but still was just a woman. The thought of it all made her eye brows cock, and she growled slightly to herself. I am not pathetic like the church folk, she thought, sighing to herself and putting on a smile. Smiles always made everything seem a bit 'brighter' during her current situations—this one in particular. Usually, some female church Cultists would come to the Lake View Hotel to gossip in one of the rooms about what's going on in the church and about boys that weren't even half men or as attractive as a dull door knob. But, for some reason, they hadn't came today, or yesterday, or the day before that, or the day before that, or the day before that. And Evelyn would sometimes worry for Beebe and her siblings, since Beebe was the only 'none-senseless' person alive in Silent Hill, and that Beebe's annoying and rude siblings mean the world to her. Evelyn inhaled through her nostrils, exhaling through them, and inhaling again. She opened her eyes slowly to see the same room. She had spotted the teddy bear that sat at the foot of the bed, just looking at her. It was intact, only missing an eye. She would talk to it, since she had no one but a few Mannequins outside of the room and Nurses in the hospital that she had revisited two days ago for medical supplies.
"I'm alright," she spoke, mainly to the bear, and smiled more as she exited from under the desk. Instantly she lowered the axe, only holding it with her left hand now, the blade lightly touching the tip of the wooden floor. Evelyn whipped her hair, removing it from its pony tail, and ran her hand along its silky black locks. She looked around, and a look of thought was imprinted on her face. "I need more alcohol," she sighed, going for the door and opening it. She stopped and looked behind her, smiling at the teddy bear. "I'll be back," she spoke softly, as if to a child, and then she shut the door.
She had been in room 317, the key across her neck with a thick fishing line that she had found near the dock. Evelyn blinked, looking around the area, and headed for the stairs. Slowly she walked down, wanting to go to the bar. She had killed most of the creatures that were present in her usual path. What Evelyn didn't know was that there was a 'certain' creature she hadn't met yet.
Rounding the corner, Evelyn had run into something. "What," she grunted, looking down to see a rectangular shaped object. It was dark, and she wasn't aware as to what it was. Suddenly, there was a moan. "Ah!" Evelyn screamed as it practically leaped onto her and held her down. The two were in the light now, and Evelyn looked up to view what looked like the entrance of a vagina. "Fuck!" she screamed, trying to push the strong entity off of her. Not being able to, she decided to role so she was on top. The 'arms' of the creature grabbed her wrists as she sat on top of it, and it seemed to have both screamed and moaned erotically at the same time. Evelyn's eyes almost twitched at the sight of the creature. Two figures, having sex under a layer of thick, tight skin. She panicked, jumping off of it, and it loosed its grip on her. "Ah, oh my god," Evelyn almost screamed. The Abstract Daddy had flipped right side up, crawling on all fours towards her fairly slow. Evelyn backed away, slightly at ease now. "…can't catch me can ya!" she yelled at it, smiling to her victory as she turned to run off.
Evelyn had made it down stairs, the bar not too far ahead. She had reached over the counter, grabbing a few bottles of unknown alcoholic beverages, and a plastic back that she placed them in. Evelyn smiled to herself, feeling a slight bit more at ease. Exiting the bar, she had headed for the stairs, until a feeling overcame her. "…I have to pee," she grunted, turning her head and entering the males bathroom—hey, no one noticed did they now?
After going, she went for the sink. Evelyn turned the faucet, blackish brown water pouring from it. "…" Evelyn turned the extremely loud sink off slowly; looking at the entrance to make sure no monster had entered the restrooms due to the loud sink. When nothing had entered she had sighed and looked at her reflection on the mirror. There was a thin line circling across her whole neck. Evelyn stared at it, eyes wide with shock and curiosity. She never really looked at her reflection, and the line which looked like a 'carving' around her throat had scared her slightly. She itched at it, feeling a bump. A piece of dry skin folded upwards, and Evelyn picked at it to peel it off. The patch of skin was removed, and Evelyn gasped at the sight. It looked as if she was molting—the line around her neck disappearing after the skin was peeled off. But it was still there—there was a bumped up line where it should be. In a panic, Evelyn began to peel off more and more skin. "Aha…ohhhh no no no no," she cried, peeling off her own bare skin on her shoulders. Patches of it came off, showing a new fresh layer of slightly paler skin. "NO!" she screamed, picking up her axe and literally busting the mirror. Filled with rage, she moved on to the next, and then the next, and then the next, and then finally the last. The sound of crunching was heard, her feet stepping all over the pieces of mirror that sat all over the floor. Evelyn panted heavily, feeling as if she ran a mile. What's happening to me? Evelyn was devastated—she didn't even know what she was. She was human, she knows it. But, all she saw in the mirror was something completely different. Tears threatened to flow, due to her anger, but she refused to let them flow. Some liquid had flowered slightly from her nose, and she sniffle it back up. Why did this all have to happen at me? Why me? Why not some one else—am I really as hopeless as I think I am? Fuck, I still can't even remember how I got here, Evelyn's thoughts raced, and she let herself cry.
A good cry once in a while was good.
Evelyn raised her head slowly to look at her surroundings, everything blurred by her teary eyes. She blinked while sighing a stuttering sigh before standing shakily. She let out a tearful moan, it echoed throughout the entire hotel. The creatures in it froze to listen, slightly taken back by the new, monstrous sound that circled in the air around them. Some tried to locate the sound, only failing.
The walls vibrated a little while Evelyn made her way towards the main hall, only to see a mannequin approaching her, the only thing she thinks going through its mind is killing her. Evelyn held her axe in her hand tightly, staring at it as she stood in a hunch. She watched it as it came even closer. It was about to strike, but Evelyn's speed gave her an advantage. She screamed loudly as she strikes it in the 'shoulder', almost slicing off one of its upper legs. It makes a strange sound, almost squealing, as it backed away in pain. Usually Evelyn would have left it alone, but today wasn't really her day. She struck again, and blood splattered as she struck it a third, and then a fourth, and then a fifth. Ever strike she made she would scream loudly and harshly, and blood would trickle on her face every time. "Die, die, die, die, DIE, DIE, DIE!" she would yell with every hit. It was already dead, but she still strikes it. Ahead, a few nurses who had wandered off and some mannequins listened, but did not dare to approach the rampaging woman. The sight of the fallen mannequin was too gruesome to witness. It's upper half was stringed with flesh that was torn in every direction imaginable, as if it went through a man-sized pencil sharpener. Its blood spread five feet across, and its entrails of whatever it had inside of it had flew and splattered across the hall. The axe looked as if it had been freshly painted with clotted blood, and so did most of Evelyn's cloths. She stood there, allowing herself to ease, and when she did she had lifted her axe up and swung it over her shoulder tiresomely to look at what she had done. Even Evelyn had to agree that it wasn't a pretty sight and right when realizing what she had laid her eyes upon she had clasped her hand over her mouth and ran towards the front entrance wanting to hurl everything her stomach held, even the acid.
A few moments later, the sirens had sounded off. Evelyn's head rose to look towards the direction of the church, which was far off in the distance, north. She nervously stared around her as the Fog World changed into the red, rusted, dark Otherworld, and she quickly ran back into her space in the hotel.
Slamming the door behind her, she locked most of the locks and ran towards a spare dresser on the side of the room. She pushed its heavy self over the entrance of the hotel room, not thinking at all that she was placing her own self in a death trap. Once she heard the dark, eerie screams she grabbed her axed and backed away towards the window, sliding down against the wall and sitting on the floor. She waited…
…
There was nothing. "…phew," Evelyn sighed, panting to herself. The previous events that had happened raced back into her head, and Evelyn crawled on all fours towards the desk. Slowly she opened the drawer, trying not to make too much noise that would attract attention, and pulled out a slightly dusty and cracked mirror—hey, every girl needs a mirror in Silent Hill right?
She went back to her spot on the floor under the window and viewed her reflection. The skin that was freshly new seemed to have darkened a bit, but not completely matching her real skin tone. She raised her hand, feeling her neck for more dryness. A patch of skin peeled. Even was slightly fearful—the skin that was peeling off wasn't like how lizards or tarantulas molted—she was pulling off patching after patches of thick, human, fresh skin that was only slightly dirty and somewhat dry. She was amazed at the fact that it didn't hurt, but only stung a bit—like putting alcohol on a cat scratch. There was some blood that lay on the new patches, but it wasn't puddles of the stuff. Throughout the whole thinking process Evelyn had already peeling off most of her neck's old skin, discover that the under skin was not only paler but extremely smooth as if it had too much lotion on it, and finally had branded herself a freak. You would think that she would had branded herself a freak earlier the week, especially after discovering that the injury on her lower leg was already just a minor cut and that it didn't look like a knife wound but a kitten's scratch.
Even blinked at her reflection, a look of sadness emanate on her face. "I not even going to ask anything to myself," she grunted and tossed the mirror onto the mattress. Suddenly, a sound had gotten her attention. Scrapping. "Awe fuck," Evelyn gasped, almost in a panic. He was coming. Quickly Evelyn stood, going against the heavy furniture that held the door shut. There was silence. Evelyn swallowed a lump deep in her throat. Why did he stop???
Pyramid Head had been stalking the halls of the hotel—there was no sign of the woman that he so wanted to destroy with his bare hands and do…ahrm…other things to her.
Whilst walking around the never ending, dark corridors of the Lake View Hotel, Pyramid Head had noticed that all of the doors in the particular hallway that he was in were open instead of one. He stared at door 317 slightly perplexed. He reached for the knob to open it. Some mannequin must have gotten its ass stuck in it, he though, blaming it on the other creatures that inhabit his world with him. Suddenly, the knob stopped turning. It was locked.
Frustrated, Pyramid Head put all of his force on turning the knob, and then he…broke the knob off.
He stared down at his hand, the knob in his large grasp, and he growled with annoyance. Bitch of a door, he growled in his thoughts, his deep growls echoing throughout the hall, including the inside of the room. Having enough of this, Pyramid Head raised his Great Knife and thrust his great blade through the door. He was getting in one way or another, and he really didn't mind doing it his way. He froze with shock when he heard a scream. Pyramid Head stood for a few seconds to listen—he heard scurrying. His heart beat sped up; he knew it was her, he knew it. Pyramid Head pulled his Great Knife out and then thrusts it in again, shaking it around to rip the door up and widen the entrance. He spotted Evelyn, readying her axe for when he comes in. She was on the farthest corner of the first room, tears wetting her face. He loved seeing her cry. Pyramid Head gave her a concealed toothy grin before slicing most of the door into pieces.
Slowly he placed his head in through the door, fallowed by his shoulders, and then his torso. Only his legs weren't through yet. He pointed his Great Knife at her and grin a big grin. She was his NOW.
Don't be angry love, I'm sorry I'm late home, he thought, dragging himself in. Suddenly he had gotten his foot stuck. He looked down, only to see that his boot was stuck from between the doorway and the dresser. He growled as he pulled his foot free with ease, almost loosing his balance. He looked back up, only to see that the window was open. That bitch! Pyramid Head yelled with frustration, prowling over to the window and sticking his helmeted head down to look at Evelyn. She stood in the ally below, sitting on the floor. She hadn't landed well. Looking up, she saw that he was about to jump after her.
Pyramid Head leaped out of the window fearlessly. He landed on his two feet, crouched, with a loud thump. Evelyn felt the vibration on the ground. She watched, lying on the floor as he rose from the ground, his towering figure looking down upon her. "No, get away from me," she growled, slowly getting up and backing away. Pyramid Head watched her back herself into a head end. He raised his left shoulder, only to move it in a circular motion to crack it. He swung his Great Knife over his shoulder, slowly approaching her. Evelyn could hear his laughing under his metallic helmet and swallowed a lump in her through. There was no way he was going to let her go again and again and again. This was her last few moments of her life.
He began to laugh lowly, audibly, and Evelyn stared. Time to die beautiful, he grinned to himself before reaching out to her. Suddenly, he felt his foot running into something. Pyramid Head rolled his eyes down to see a clear, tripwire made from fishing rope. What the? "I got you now, bastard!" Pyramid Head looked up to see a glaring Evelyn as two blades—which looked like lawn mower blades—came from either side above his head. They fell and impaled both sides of his hips, angling up, and exiting through his back. He froze, a sudden rush of pain overcoming him. This was impossible, he was Pyramid Head; Pyramid Head! How? Pyramid Head's thoughts raced as he glared up at the woman with pure hate. She continued to stare hatefully, approaching him. How could you, of all people, do this to me, the Executioner?! I'll have your soul for this, he thought, gritting his teeth. Evelyn approached him slowly until she was before him.
Pyramid Head lost his grip on his Great Knife, and it fell onto the ground with a loud bang. Evelyn attempted to stare through his mask. Pyramid Head could only stare back. She began to speak. "Looks like I'm in charge now," she literally spat at him, some of the saliva going through the holes of his helmet and splattering onto his face. Pyramid Head coughed, blood coming out from his mouth and dripping out from his helmet's exit. Evelyn watched as the blood dripped onto the floor before her feet and then looked back up at him blankly. She suddenly smiled, and this angered Pyramid Head. "Awe, poor baby has a booboo?" she whispered, and he growled at her taunt. He moved his shoulders forward, a sign that he wanted to hit her. For some reason, though, Pyramid Head couldn't move his hands, or his arms. The pain would rush. Evelyn ran her hands along Pyramid Head's toned abs, breathing against his helmet. His eyes widened at her actions. Evelyn continued to feel his stomach, his sides, and then she moved up to his chest. Her slow, light, cold touch against his skin forced Pyramid Head to shiver into her hands, and Evelyn smirked. "Now I know why you like to do this to women…" she mocked, placing her arms around his shoulders and pressing her body against his. Pyramid Head remained still, as if wanting to see what she was going to do next. To be honest, he was curious. You trying to torture me, or seduce me? he wondered in his thoughts, questioning her. Of course she didn't answer. Evelyn rubbed her pelvic region against his and slowly grinded him, and Pyramid Head held in a moan with ease, his pain of the lawnmower blades that were currently impaling him completely forgotten. Or…are you trying to do both? Pyramid Head's lips slowly parted, and his mind ventured off into his erotic thoughts of her and him. He allowed his tongue to slip from between his lips slightly.
Evelyn, meanwhile, was mentally curing him. She looked up at his pyramid shaped helmet, since she was under it, and rubbed her fingers against his toned back. "…how does it feel to be, for once, the one being tortured?" she questioned him mockingly as she scratched lacerations onto his back. Pyramid Head wasn't bothered, but instead rather enjoyed the mix of pain and wanting for sex. He let his tongue slip out from under his helmet, Evelyn not noticing.
Suddenly, Evelyn had noticed that a wet, warm, slimy object was already in her panties.
"…AH!" she screamed, backing away to see that tongue of his, slithering around in the air like a snake on the ground. How could she have forgotten about his tongue?
She glared at him, holding her stomach to ignore the butterflies that were telling her that she was enjoying the moist object in between her legs. Pyramid Head, meanwhile, was grinning at her. Even though he couldn't move, that didn't mean that he was the one being tortured. Either way, he was going to get back at her—arms or no arms.
"I'm going to kill you!" she threatened, picking up her axe. His mind only raced. Awe, come on babe. Don't be like that—I know your thighs are quivering for me…
Pyramid Head laughed to himself, only making Evelyn angrier. "Shut up! You pathetic excuse for a monster!" Pyramid Head stopped. Pathetic? Pathetic?! How am I pathetic you poor excuse for a woman, he cursed her in his thoughts. He whipped her tongue at her, and it slapped her across the face, surprisingly painfully. She widened her eyes as she looked back up at him. "…AH!" she yelled. "You bastard!" Look whose talking, bitch, he thought. Evelyn growled—she hated the fact that even though she had the upper hand he still treated her like a weakling…as if he still had the upper hand! Suddenly, the sirens rang again, and Evelyn watched as the Otherworld's rotting skin peeled away and flowed with the ash to somewhere else. Evelyn stared, helplessly, curiously. Fog began to swirl from somewhere, and it soaked the air until it was heavy again. Evelyn blinked; the Fog World had come quickly as it had left. Turning, she was surprised to see that Pyramid Head was still there. "…shouldn't you be gone?" she asked it, not expecting an answer. He didn't react, except for the fact that his tongue was moving. Evelyn blinked. "I know you can talk a little—I heard you talk!" she yelled, almost ordered, for him to answer her. Pyramid Head refused, and was actually ignoring her little interrogation. "…fine then," she grunted. You better shut up now, you worthless woman.
"I hope you rot," she growled, walking past him, dodging his snake like tongue that was trying to grasp her breast. Pyramid Head listened after her, turning his head to stare at her retreating form. Come back here, damn! I was far from finished! Pyramid Head continued to curse her out mentally. Evelyn, in the other hand, pushed him out of her mind. She continued to walk, but stopped.
Slowly, she looked back at Pyramid Head and thought to herself. …nah, she sighed mentally and turned to leave Pyramid Head. She doubted he was going to get out anyway. Evelyn entered the Lake View Hotel and climbed up the stairs towards room 317. She needed to move to a new location—she didn't like the fact that the one, safest room there was missing a door. Plus, the Abstract Daddies freaked the hell out of her. She took her few possessions and exited the hotel. When she was making her way towards the main road, she spotted Pyramid Head, standing as still as he possibly could, staring at her direction. His tongue was no longer lingering in the air, but instead not in view. He probably put it back in his damn mouth of his, she thought before going off into the main road towards a new location that shoulder that should look, at the least, safe and decent. She raised her hand to rub her now smooth neck; the bump from where the scar should have been had raised more. It was probably noticeable again.
Much to her surprise, it was more noticeable. Evelyn was staring at herself in a public restroom's mirror. This time, she was in the ladies restrooms. "What the fuck?" she growled, pounding her head against the mirror. It shook dangerously, but luckily it didn't fall. She looked at her reflection again. "…I hate you," she growled, punching it calmly and lightly. She exited the ladies restrooms slowly, looking around to see nothing—not even an animal. Silent Hill was dead, like usual. Evelyn lazily walked onto the main road—she knew she couldn't escape. She tried to and saw that the end of every corner imaginable was a cliff side to nowhere. This she couldn't explain, but she'd rather not think of an explanation since she was so tired. A thought raced her mind, and the bar sounded like a comfortable place to stay. "Too far," she thought, rubbing her eyes to get rid of the excess ash that was currently falling from the sky. Evelyn decided that she'd settle for getting some more supplies at the hospital or something. Hell, maybe the piano could use another visit.