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, the monsters/creatures, 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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Later that day, Evelyn had stalked her way to South Vale. There, the fog had grown thick near Nathan Avenue, mainly because it was so close to Toluca Lake. She was thinking of trying to move her new hiding location in Blue Creek Apartment—Wood Side was somewhat eerie in scent, since the fragrance of rotting wood still lingered in her nose. This was where she had spent most of her first day in Silent Hill. Evelyn had remembered Neely's Bar and her craving for alcohol grew. She brushed it off of her shoulders; sanctuary seemed more on the important side than drinks that make her happy. Sniffing the musky air that she had already grown used to, Evelyn had accidentally inhaled a nostril full of ashes, and began to wheeze in distress. "Shit!" she yelled, snorting it out with a loud blow. She sniffled to herself, looking around—in a way she looked like a lost child, searching for her mother. Let us hope mommy doesn't find me, she joked, imagining Pyramid Head running to her frail, shaking form and holding her close like a mother would—all the while in a white and pink flowered dress and groceries in hand.
That when she'd scream bloody murder.
Turning her head to make sure nothing was fallowing her, Evelyn swallowed a lump in her mouth to find nothing. She stalked towards Blue Creek to search for a decent room with her faithful axe in hand.
Pyramid Head roughly shook the blades that penetrated his hard, pale in yet tanned skin. The damn things wouldn't budge!
"Hhhhhnnnggggrrrhhhh!" he growled with frustration and pain—he didn't like that…pain. But only if it were on him. Pyramid Head was the mother fucking Executioner of the God forsaken hell hole Silent Hill. Now he was shish kebab! He stared at the two metal lawn mower blades that closely resembled some forms of skewers and winced while gripping both. The rust on them had sliced fresh new wounds on his hands. He pulled carelessly, and they finally ripped from his body. Pyramid Head threw them with frustration, leaning to the side shakily. He breathed heavily. Evelyn—it was her fault. She did this to him; but how?! A woman, a human woman. A strange woman with a strong…physical kick to her, but a woman none the less. Bitch, he thought, dragging himself along the wall, a trail of fresh, red, human looking blood behind him. He had picked up his Great Knife, and was dragging it along with him painfully and weakly. Useless whore…sloppy slut, I'll kill her for this, he growled in his thoughts. I'll fallow her to the ends of the earth, to the ends of Silent Hill until she dies from walking!
Evelyn stared at her still blood stained hands. It wasn't her blood though, but Pyramid Heads. In a way, it feared her—but in a way, it eased her. It was blood; red blood, normal blood that was warm to the touch. Pyramid Head's blood was much like hers, and that eased her in a way. He was just like her. "…wait, what? No," she grunted, shaking her head angrily. How could she compare herself to such a creature?! Was it because she's becoming something like him??? Was she already something like him???
Or…was he becoming her?
Evelyn shook her head—she was dizzy at the racing of thoughts that continued to flood and literally pour of her eyes, mouth, nose, and ears.
She loathed the thought, with a dreadful passion. Tilting her head up to look at the ceiling, she noted that they were cracked. If pieces of it were to fall, that would mean that something was moving or approaching above her. It was, in fact, a good thing—a silent alarm is one way to put it. She continued to stalk the apartments, noting that some doors were missing, with weak hinges and busted windows. Air vents were still in tact, however, but she couldn't trust them. For now, she would stay here. It was far from the Cult's location, and the cultists wouldn't dare to pass Lake View. She didn't want to run into them, since she didn't want to hear their cursed preaching. Plus they seem like the type to sacrifice for some unknown higher power—probably a goat headed duck bodied fish gilled…thing.
Evelyn shivered at the thought—it was just strange to her. The skin on her neck continued to peel a second time, but this time it didn't look as gruesome. It looked more like how skin would peel off after some nasty sunburn. She rubbed on it roughly with the palm of her right hand annoyed, feeling the elastic-like layer of dead skin rubbing off as if she were rubbing thin, dried bubble gun from a desk. Passing by a door, she spotted a mirror hanging from it—although the reason was unknown; it looked as if someone had nailed it there. It was obvious that it didn't belong. Evelyn saw that her neck was back to normal—side the fact that her shoulders peeled now. Below the shoulders was normal skin. She didn't understand. No longer wanting to look at her reflection, Evelyn continued to walk forward through the musky halls. Every step she made would creek loudly. She slowed a bit, in hopes of the creeks to silent a bit, but in fact that the amount of squeaks increased by a plethora. She looked down at her feet, and then her leg—that it had been stabbed by a Mummbler—which was starting to dry and flake.
Evelyn blinked—was the peeling of her neck and her legs connected? A large bump had alerted her, and Evelyn ran into a room to hide away for the rest of the day.
Two days had passed since the last time she had set foot in Lake View. Evelyn had readied more traps around most of the apartment, that of which are small and meant to confuse enemies such as dropping nails on their heads or making their foots falls through small holes on the wooden floors. She had marked the traps with green paint that she had found near one of the random shops—and surprisingly the paint wasn't clot, but still smooth and rich. Staring out the window, Evelyn was on her daily lookout. Nothing was approaching, except a few creatures that scurried, limped, or even crawled by here and there. But really, nothing roamed in the open streets of Silent Hill…ever. Throughout the entire lookout Evelyn was trying to figure out why that was so. She sat on a wooden, in tact chair, her feet on the window sill—the window had broken a long time ago. Thunder roared from a great distance, signifying that it was approaching. And Evelyn just waited, folding her arms and sighing to herself. Maybe nothing was going to come after all. It wasn't until the screeching of metal grated its way along the streets, and Evelyn had jumped, startled out of her mind. Her heart began to race, and she was becoming dizzy. Evelyn didn't like what was coming—she hated it. "Noo…" she moaned, ducking into cover as Pyramid Head approached from the fog. His large head was first noticeable—and then…his Great Knife. Evelyn raised her head again to watch Pyramid Head simply approaching. There was a trap in front of him—a big one. "…yes!" she whispered, excited. Slowly she raised herself up higher to witness yet another victory. Pyramid Head was going to get another taste of true pain. That's it baby…come a little closer now, Evelyn thought as sweat began to drip from her forehead. Pyramid Head seemed to have stopped. Wait…keep on going. Keep on going, come on!
Meanwhile, Pyramid Head had been stalking the streets as a way of stress release. Evelyn growled, "Why did you stop? Shit, why did he stop walking?" Pyramid Head was staring at the ground. There, before him, was a green circle. "…" Silently, her circled it until he was besides it, but stopped to continue staring. He, if only it were noticeable, raised a brow. What the hell it that? A dot? Pyramid Head rolled his eyes around, not moving his heavy, helmeted head. He looked back at the dot and inhaled deeply. His eyes widened—that scent, a sweet and somewhat dry, burnt scent. A scowl played on his face, and he grimaced at the dot. You think you can fool me, you little ant, he thought bitterly, and avoided the dot. If he were to step on it, it would have rigged a trap that would cause the ground to make a very small explosion—enough to literally mess his foot up badly that the only thing that was reasonable to do with modern medicine was to amputate it. Evelyn scowled—she used soap, gasoline, and a shit load of other important things to make that explosive—although she didn't know how she was aware of all of this. She gritted her teeth, but stared shocked suddenly—he knew that her trap…was a trap? He was smarter—oh much smarter—than Evelyn had intended. To think she had believed that her ken was greater. In fact, they could have the same exact mind. Evelyn scowled. "No, shut up," she grimaced—mainly to herself. She will not have this. Instantly Evelyn stood and stormed out of the room, going for the back exit. She was going to avoid Pyramid Head; she wasn't going to fight him again and again and again. It was ridiculous in her opinion.
Turning the corner to face the front of the apartments, Evelyn noticed that Pyramid Head had turned a different direction, and the sound of the grating was slowly echoing away. "…" Evelyn sighed with relief, hunching her back down and placing a fist on her hip. Literally, that was a close one. Too close, she thought. Why he had leaved she didn't understand. But Pyramid Head had simply left because of the fact that his wounds were still almost finished healing—thank his quick recovering skills. He didn't want to risk it all immediately. So instead, Pyramid Head was going to wait another day before attempting to hunt down the idiot cattle. Slowly, his mind wandered off, and Pyramid Head had stopped walking. In his thoughts he had pictured her—her frail body tense under his towering one. He tried to imagine her shaking with fear, but it was hard for him. To be honest, it was hard for him to image her afraid because he had never seen her scream and run. He saw her glare, and yell, and even try to converse with him in exchange for her life…but Pyramid Head never really saw her shiver before him in pure, utter terror in her last few moments of virginity.
Pyramid head chuckled—virginity. Such a funny word. His thoughts wandered off again, and her stature was imprinted in his memories. A skinny, fair skin, delicate looking woman with a dash of bravery and strength. From remembering back, he had remembered that her abdomen was hard. She probably had small abs. He pictured her cloths off, and her naked body shaking fearfully under him just to wait for her impending doom—just waiting for him. Pyramid Head never thought of a wanting woman—all women to her were fearful and unwilling. In fact, he doesn't really know what wanting was like, and really he wasn't interested. It was impossible, as a matter of fact, and he was fine with that. He whipped the though of it all out of his head, attempting to prevent himself from becoming interested.
"It is true, we have seen it Christabella, we have seen it!" a old woman yelled. A few fallowed after her. "The piles of skin, the blood—a new creature!" "A new Executioner!"
"Silence!" The entire church fell silent to her order, and the outstretched hands in the air lowered themselves. A stern look played on Christabella's face as she slowly walked towards the mantle to look up at the large painting of burning witches. "I believe—yes, that there is yet another creature that inhabits Silent Hill. A demon—a monster," she spoke, and the people became frantic. "It is the work of the witch!" "The witch! It was Alessa!" "SILENCE." It fell silent again. Christabella turned to face her people. "This…creature…we have witnessed with our own eyes. It has slept in our church, and touched our children." They were shocked and in a panic. Beebee held her sister and brother comfortingly. "No…" she spoke—she knew who Christabella spoke of, but refused to believe it. "It is the witch!" "No, the demon! The one they call Evelyn!" "Impossible, she cannot be both!" Christabella smiled. "She is not a witch, but not a demon." Her people stared with confusion, and Beebee could only listen with anger. Christabella walked forward. "Evelyn Ashcroft is becoming a monster—Silent Hill is toying with her. I cannot say that the actions she had made to save our…children," she stated whilst rubbing the jaw of a child. "Our people," she continued, placing her right hand on a scruffy man's shoulder. "And our people…I cannot say these actions were fake—but it seems that they are. She cared for our well being—but in a sense, she gave me those eyes…the look of the devil and pure evil. She isn't what we intended. However, she is still tainted with the blood of the devil. She is no longer to be spoken to, to be helped, to enter this church." "Impossible," a man spoke, and stood to his feet. Christabella looked at him. "How is a monstrosity able to set foot in our church—in holy ground; impossible! It is impossible!" Christabella shook her head. "Because, she was invited…" Christabella trailed off, and turned her head towards Beebee—everyone else stared after her. Beebe held her siblings tighter to her chest and sides, tears threatening to fall. "No, Evelyn isn't a monster! She is different—a brave woman, that risked her life! You can't say that, how could you?! She went to the far ends of Silent Hill for supplies, food, even medicine. And she even faced the Executioner so many times!" "Which would only explain that she is more inhuman. No human can escape the Executioner after multiple meetings." Beebee let a growl escape her small lips. "If she is a monster, then she is a good one! She can help us!" With a low stare, Christabella approached Beebee. She placed a soft hand on her cheek, Beebee jerking back, not wanting her touch. Christabella gave a smile that was so convincing, no one noticed that it was false. She spoke. "What she is affects who she will be over time." Beebee gritted her teeth and slapped Chrisabella's hand from her cheek. Her siblings cried loudly onto her, and the church people made fists. "She is taking sides with the witch!" "Kill her, and the monster!" Christabella turned and walked towards the separate room. "No; we will not kill our own people," she ordered. She stopped, simply to turn her head and look at Beebee. "Overtime, however, Evelyn will die in our hands—if God does not bless her cursed soul."
Evelyn awoken from a nightmare, and her sight was blurred. She breathed heavily from her mouth, her body sweaty and heating up by the minute. Slowly she looked around the clearing, only to see a bare room. Nothing.
"Huh…huh….huh…" she panted, standing to her two feet after several minutes of pulling herself together. The nightmare felt so real—she was feeling intense heat, and her skin was charring black and red, twisting and peeling and falling and burning. But, she wasn't near any fire; she was just walking in the streets of the Otherworld out in the open. The intense screams of innocent people raged in her ears, fallowed by what sounded like…chanting. She screamed, only to look up to see Pyramid Head, standing at the end of the street. His Great Knife was in hand, but it wasn't drawn, but rather pulled back behind him in the most casual way possible. His hand was outstretched to her, as if reaching out. They were many feet apart, and without thinking Evelyn held her hand out back. It wasn't until flames engulfed her back suddenly, and burning hands grabbed against her shoulders, arms, legs, neck, and head to pull her into to. And she would scream, scream for him to save her from the hands of unknown demons. And he would run towards her and reach his hand out farther, only to watch her being pulled away before he could grab her in time. And Evelyn would scream the loudest scream she had ever made, turning her head to glare at Christabella peeling her flesh away angrily, and Evelyn would begin yelling at her and threatening her to cease her torture or she would kill her herself. Then she would wake.
A/N: Hey everyone, it's Twisted. Forgive me for the short chapter—it's meant to be short hahaha! Anyways! I'm already half done with chapter 7, so it will be up soon! x).