((A.N.: Hey everyone, Twisted here! Okay, okay, I can explain everything. I know I promised a sooner chapter posting, and it ending up being double the usual wait, but hear me out...oh, never mind! Lets get to the Disclaimer shall we?

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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7

Frequently the nightmares have eased—however, when she did have them, they felt even longer than usual. They would always end with Christabella peeling Evelyn's skin away, and Pyramid Head watching with an unknown expression. She could feel it though—his expression, his thoughts, his pleads that only existed in her dreams. She hated the demon, and the fact that he was forced into her cranium so much to the point where he was in her very own dreams was sickening to her. Standing to her own two feet, Evelyn stalks her way throughout the streets. The Fog World was currently up and running—and Evelyn was dangerously approaching Paleville. This is where the Cultists resided. Their church and resources all stood there, including most of the creatures. But no where in Silent Hill was really safe.

Almost two weeks ago Evelyn was banned from the church—and now she was returning to the part of town where it stood. She missed Beebee, to be honest. Beebee was a friend of hers, and although she was part of the Cult and believed a load of shit, she stilled cared for Evelyn. Alchemilla Hospital was within sight now—it's eerie scent of blood and rust stronger than any other building in the entire town. Evelyn's nostrils twitched slightly at the familiar smell and she blinked. Itching the back of her neck, she felt more skin peel. Evelyn winced with disgust. Not wanting to look she tossed it to the side of the road and began to walk away. She stopped to rub her arms a bit and shivered. Earlier that day she was in room 209 in Blue Creek Apartments, and she swore to have heard a man whispering. After just a few seconds of the whispering she saw what looked like the shape of a man walk by in the corner into a separate room, and Evelyn looked after to see nothing. She feared that it was Pyramid Head again, and she had run off into the streets and kept on running.

Evelyn shivered.

Voices.

Just the thought of it made her quiver.

She tried to convince herself several times that she wasn't insane—that was a big challenge. She felt as if she were insane. Everyday for two weeks she's been running around with monstrous demons and creatures lurking in every corner—the only thing that seemed right was her axe. But most of all it was the devil's favorite right hand man himself that would fallow her and stalk her around; Pyramid Head. "Bastard," Evelyn quipped once she thought of him. She attempted not to shake at the sound of his 'name' tickling in her lips and tongue, but that was hard. He was fearsome—evil—a menacing violator. Evelyn gritted her teeth, and she could almost begin to hear his Great Knife grating on the stone, concrete floors of Silent Hill's streets. Within seconds Evelyn had stopped walking, only to widen her eyes with shock after realizing that the sound of Pyramid Head's Great Knife wasn't part of her imagination but in fact a reality. She snapped her head—he was there somewhere. She could feel him. It wasn't physical, but more of…spiritual? Evelyn could sense a dark, mocking, sinister energy. His aura, which was visual to everyone was a low red tint, was a spiraling mass of invisible fingers that would rub against not her skin but her own aura, and make her feel as if something was crawling. At first the feeling was overwhelmingly heart racing, and she just wanted to die. After a little bit it started to give off a feeling of vexation. She didn't know what to think really. That overwhelming feeling of vexation was back again though—it crawled on her skin. All the while, Pyramid Head felt a tingling sensation, fallowed by a heavy, lung squeezing pull against his chest and body. The wind didn't necessarily blow out of him—that was hard to do to Pyramid Head. He knew who this was. Hello, pretty cattle, he thought, and he almost purred. His throat vibrated as he inhaled the air. Her scent was familiar to him now—hints of alcohol with sweat and something sweet. He was still walking while making mental notes. Pyramid Head has determined that her location was east from where he was. He turned his large helmet, only to meet with the gaze of…

That was fucking easy, he thought as his hidden eyes spotted the blue irises of Evelyn. She stared back at him, her body casual but her face filled with both shock and fear. Another emotion was evident in her features. Was it confusion maybe? Pyramid Head didn't really care, since he was already approaching her. Slowly he reached a hand out—an attempt to grab her frail neck.

Meanwhile, Evelyn's thoughts had completely stopped in oppose to their usual racing. This was all too much like her dream. Him, reaching out for her, almost wanting. It wasn't like he didn't want her now—he wanted her—and she didn't really want him. But the facts that it was all like a reenactment. It made her blood boil for some strange reason. Without thinking, Evelyn began to walk towards him, and Pyramid Head simply stared back at her questioningly. He stopped to lower his hand, letting his large metal head tilt to the side. Oh? His body tensed up in high alert, but the grip on his Great Knife leased. He was in completely shock. You look almost willing, wench? Evelyn was soon standing before him. Less than a foot away, Pyramid Head could feel her breathing, but barely. He tilted his helmet downwards so it patted the top of her head, almost harshly, but Evelyn didn't seem to react. Eh? Look at me, woman, he growled in his thoughts, his tongue turning sore from memories of her biting it. She, however, listened to his deep breathing and mysteriously found it relaxing. Strange, she thought, reaching forward suddenly. Pyramid Head made a fist, about to punch her hard. But when her light fingers came in contact with his hard, toned chest, his arms froze and his breathing stopped. What in the world was this human doing?

It's weird…to think that you and I are almost the same.

Evelyn thought as she lightly ran the fingers of her right hand on his hard chest, his skin almost feeling as if it were wax. They curved into a sink, where two muscles met, and the skin in there was moist and soft. Slowly Evelyn raised her other hand and began to literally feel Pyramid Head's chest. He, however, could move. Her light fingers made of trail of tingling sensations on his skin—as if it tickled him when she touched him. Without thinking she came closer to him, and she was breathing onto him. Her hot breath coated his cold skin with warmth, and in a way it almost gave it color. Her fingers worked small magic—it was strange how a simple touch felt like ecstasy in a way. His head tilted upward, his head no longer resting upon hers, and she could hear a growl deep down in his throat, almost like a purr. The grip on his Great Knife completely loosen to the point where it slid out of his grasp, landing onto the ground with a loud thud. Evelyn didn't notice, and slowly her hands dragged themselves lower. Both index fingers reached his belly button, inserting one of them slightly, and then running it along the skin around it, leaving a tingling sensation. Slowly Pyramid Head raised his hands to grasp Evelyn's thighs—a female was willingly touching him and he wasn't doing anything to stop her. That's when it hit him.

Pyramid Head jerked back, leaving Evelyn confused and shocked. She watched his figure, which was tense again. Curiously she tried to place a finger on him. Pyramid Head reacted, raising a hand and smacking her hard on the face, causing her to fall back. She instantly sat back up, her cheek extremely red. She gritted her teeth—he just back handed her…

"Bastard," she growled, standing to her feet. He continued to stare confused—a woman approached him, touched him, and is now angry that he refused her. What the hell was going on? It didn't make any sense. The hell woman, he growled, bending down to pick up his Great Knife. She acted, taking a large step forward and kicking it away, and then planted a forceful knee onto the side of his helmet. Pyramid Head stumbled back—the loud bang from the impact was so mind numbing that his balance was slightly off. He growled. Why you little! He swung his arm back and then thrust it forward. Surprisingly, as muscular as he was, he was fast. She couldn't dodge, and took the blow to her shoulder. She fell back, her shoulder instantly turning a dark shade of blue. "AH!" Evelyn yelled with frustration and ran to him head on. Pyramid Head grunted with annoyance and raised his left palm in time, literally catching her head. She ran in place, attempting to scratch him. "AH!" she continued to scream, flailing before him, and he just stared. Slowly he pulled against her hair, holding her up in the air. Evelyn screamed, dangling helplessly and threw kicks upon his chest. The kicks were useless. Oh, you're all helpless now aren't you wretch?

Pyramid Head allowed his tongue to slide out of opening of his helmet, traveling and slithering up her shirt gruesomely. Gritting her teeth harshly, she threw a foot back. Pyramid Head watched as her eyes turned a reddish tint, throwing her foot forward and slamming it onto his abdomen. A gag was heard—Pyramid Head bit his tongue accidentally, drawing blood. He still looked up at her strangely tinted eyes with shock. For once Pyramid Head's eyes were really wide. Those eyes looked too much like…

"Alessa…" his hoarse voice spoke, and Evelyn stared. What did he just say to her now? Pyramid Head took in her entire appearance for the billionth time—what was it about those eyes that made him think of the devil-minded child that haunted Silent Hill; the very child that practically made him?

He growled—at times he wanted to hit her for being so damn annoying and curious—always watching him raping his prey. Pyramid Head made his fist clench so hard that his skin rubbed together, sounding like plastic gloves being stretched, and pulled it back to slam it against her stomach. She gagged, the air escaping her lungs all too quick. Her body shivered as he pulled his fist back and punched her harshly once again, this time harder. Blood made its way up her throat, she could taste it. Evelyn swallowed it back down, but once he twisted his fist in place, she couldn't bare it much longer. The blood flowed out with her stomach acids all at once, and she threw up onto the ground mere inches from his feet, missing his helmet. He grinned at her defeated form, ignoring his painful throat. His smile twisted even more as she coughed for air. Pyramid Head pulled her knotted hair, attempting to lift her off the ground, but she pulled back roughly to prevent him. He grunted, annoyed. "No!" she yelped at him, and Pyramid Head stared at her with a sudden sense of confusion—did she just refuse? She smacked his elbow, as if punishing him. Pyramid Head growled fiercely whilst gripping her hair harder. What am I? A damn puppy? As if answering back she struggled herself loose, grabbing his hand and biting hard against it. He grunted.

"…" Evelyn's eyes rolled up to stare at Pyramid Head's motionless form in silence, her hair standing a bit. A low growl erupted from her throat as he inched a bit towards her. She bit harder. Watch it, or I'll smack the pretty off of you…

I'm going to rip your dick off if you move, Evelyn thought, glaring into the…helmet…of Pyramid Head. She rolls her jaw, digging her teeth into him. He winced surprised. She was actually biting him—he could even feel her tongue lathering against his hard, blood and dirt coated skin. In an odd sense, Pyramid Head was fascinated. Curiosity had overcome him, and he simply stared, observed, as Evelyn gnawed onto his arm.

As she bit harder, she could taste fresh blood slipping. Evelyn blinked anxiously. Why wasn't he doing anything? It made her nervous—she would rather him swing for a hit instead of just…staring.

Evelyn growled, releasing her grip on him and spitting out. She stepped back quickly before he had time to react. Pyramid Head looked at Evelyn, tilting his helmeted head to one side, and then to the next, studying her as if she were his work of art. And in a sense, she was. After mere weeks of stalking and mental torture that he wasn't even aware of giving her Pyramid Head had made Evelyn from normal to just plain angry, slightly out of the mind, person. And in every way he was curious he was also annoyed. All the women and men he met instantly were smacked across the face by death himself (or herself—Pyramid Head may be chauvinistic, but after seeing what Alessa could do he has his doubts). He wanted her to piss her pants at the sight of him, not literally bite back at every attack he gave her. Ignore his Great Knife, he reached towards Evelyn. She stared as Pyramid Head raised his left fist, flicking his index finger up and waving it. That was a mocking move. Get over here, kitty, he thought, waving his finger for her to approach him. Evelyn, even though her mind told her to stay, could help but stare at his hand. "…what?" she growled, attempting to push the thoughts out of her mind so she could just sprint off with ease. But, she had a feeling that if she did that she would regret it.

The fact that Pyramid Head was waving a finger for her to come in the most strangest composure that looks dreadfully normal was pulling her in.

Evelyn approached him, but slowly, and he just continued to wave his little finger of his. That's it babe, come to daddy, he thought as he continued to wave his finger. He didn't feel like running after her for the fortieth time—and since he can't really chase her due to his Great Knife dragging him down, he would just have to tempt her in coming to him. Willingly, though. He didn't like willingly. Accidentally Pyramid Head made a low growl, one that Evelyn couldn't hear though. Slowly she had gotten so close to the point where his finger was mere centimeters from her face. Just a bit more, you little fuck up, he urged, his muscles tensing a bit. Evelyn didn't pick up on time, and he had suddenly grabbed a hold of her waist. "AH!" she screamed.

You're all mine!