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Lately, I've been getting bored. Not of writing, just bored, and I've been trying to think of new things to do other than polls! While reading a -Man manga, I had noticed something…something….amazing.
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Every few chapters or so I will be having a discussion section. What will it contain?
Well, questions from the readers of course!
Send me a question on ANYTHING that has to do with the fanfiction, from what's going to happen this to who is that or I don't understand this and so on and so forth!
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9
Teeth chattering, hair standing, muscles cramping.
It was only obvious, today was probably the first day of winter or so. At least to Evelyn. It wasn't this cold yesterday, or the day before. She turned her head to notice the dark figure walking by the door. It was a nurse—far away from its hospital. "Walk away.." she spoke, catching it's attention. Slowly it turned to face her, breathing rapidly. It's body cracked with every motion. Evelyn's body tensed—she was still afraid of them no matter what, but they were nothing compared to him.
"Run…please," she pleaded. If it were to stay, he would come and claim it—do things to it, horrible things. And Evelyn's heart couldn't stand to see them being tortured in such a way, no matter what they were. Because after, they pain they endured for the finishing move was just so much…
All Evelyn had to think of was that one nurse, just before she met Pyramid Head, and it makes her heart race. "Go, get away from here. You don't belong here." The nurse wasn't aware of what Evelyn was saying—it could only hear its own painful thoughts. It wanted to let its hatred out on Evelyn. So it started to walk towards her, knife in hand. "…hopeless," Evelyn sighed, looking to the side. Just as the nurse passed the doorway, the Great Knife came forward, slicing the nurse's thin body in half from its belly. Its blood poured, sounding like thick rain mixed with its shocked screams of terror. Then finally…silence.
"…" Turning his head, he looked at Evelyn. He would just…sit there on a chair, by the open door. Just…sitting. Staring…but in a way she knew why. Evelyn just might run off to escape. Or maybe he's just curious about her still. Or maybe, just maybe, he's trying to get to her. It's not that hard to scare a human—what's tricky is getting in their thoughts. And since Pyramid Head can't speak, it makes it exceptionally hard for him. This would explain why he rarely does it—he kind of hates being forced to wait. But for Evelyn…ohhh ho ho, he'd wait alright. He'd wait. And soon, she'll scream. 'This bitch is gonna bleed for me in every way possible…' he thought, his sick, twisting grin coming on back. His eyes widened as he eyed her tired form, leaning against the wall helplessly. She was taller than the nurses, and with a body just as good. But it isn't perfect—nothing will ever be perfect enough only for one reason. They don't last very long. 'Looks like my package is too bit for anything to handle…' he thought, making himself chuckle slightly. Evelyn heard this, her head turning up to look at him. "…" seeing as he didn't really notice, she looked away. Evelyn scooted up the wall, and Pyramid Head stared as if interested. 'The more you look the more I want to make you pay, you overly large muscled idiot…'
'Keep on staring at papa and I'm going kill your sorry ass…' It was true, Pyramid Head was getting annoyed. She was looking at him, constantly. He thought maybe it was because he was looking at her, but how would she notice? She couldn't see his eyes. Little did he know that Evelyn did know—she could just…sense him gazing. She hated it. So much. He just couldn't stand it. He wanted to squeeze her head until her eyes popped out of their sockets. He wanted to kill her. It was all because of those damn, god forsaken eyes that reminded him of the brat. Quickly he stood so fast that the chair he was sitting upon flipped loudly. Pyramid Head let his Great Knife drop with a loud, ear bleeding, mind numbing bang. Evelyn stared up at him with extreme shock. "…" He said nothing as he stomped over, his figure towering. "…what are you….wait….wait!" Evelyn panicked as he bent over, grabbing her wrists. "No! Stop it, I'll do anything!" Suddenly, he pulled against her ropes. "…wha?"
Her bindings were tighter now. What ever Evelyn had did to him, it had pissed him off…
…and more than usual.
But, when he had gotten up, she could see that his body eased up almost completely, and a loud chuckled erupted from his hoarse throat. She shook with both terror and anger. He did that to make her beg for his own amusement. She had thought back through the last few days—five days precisely. At first Pyramid Head had gotten sour. As if he never was, but his attitude had became ugly lately. It was almost rotten. Then suddenly, starting today, he's been mocking her in little ways. Sometimes she wondered what was going on in his mind. His change of attitude was better than him being an emotionless killing machine, keeping her tied up in the side of the room for a snack later on. In fact, his change in moods and crude, cruel, and sometimes even annoying behavior somewhat entertains her. Evelyn blinked, looking around. The same, bland room. White, only a chair and a desk for furniture. Evelyn didn't even count the dead clock and rusted lamps.
Oh yes, she needed every bit of entertainment she could get. "…hey," she called him—an idiotic move. He stopped. "…come back," she spoke, almost ordered. This angered Pyramid Head. Slowly he turned his large, helmeted head towards her, clearly annoyed. "…" Evelyn raised her eyebrow, waiting. 'I'm not a dog, wench…' he growled in his thoughts, turning to face her. He had made his hands into constant cracking fists, breathing deeply and audible. He was trying to intimidate her, and it did work. But in a way that's what she wanted. For some reason, she though he wasn't going to hurt her. Slowly he turned back around, returning to his seat.
It had been two days…two days.
Evelyn didn't understand—he hadn't come back for two days. "Where…the hell is he?" she questioned herself. She must have asked herself that millions of times now. She hadn't eaten or drunken in forty eight hours now. "Get me out…" she whispered, her voice dry. Slowly, she was going mad. Already three things have come to try and kill her. And she had to constantly kick them back until they fell down, and Evelyn would take the opportunity to strangle them with her legs. Dozens of lacerations raked her shins and thighs—a few of them had knives. "GET ME OUT!" she screamed now. She couldn't hold them in, the tears. She couldn't help it—she was scared out of her mind. She didn't want to die here. She didn't want to. It was lonely—she was so scared to be alone. "Please…come back…..come back….." she cried out, her throat sore. She was choking on her saliva as it builds up in her mouth. Slowly she slid to the side of the wall, letting herself fall. She would do anything to get out and find him. She needed the company. Evelyn felt as if she had been abandoned—left to rot. No one in Silent Hill wanted her. No one in the hell hole could keep her company except for the Executioner; the one that every single living thing in the Devil's Playground feared. And he didn't even want to be by her—hell, he just left her there. The Cult had banned her. What was she to do? Wait? Hell no…hell…no.
Suddenly, a sound of screaming metal stopped her heart. Quickly, Evelyn looked up at the doorway—there was nothing yet, but soon there will be. And so she waited for him to come back—she waited to see his masculine form by the door to torture her aimlessly and mentally again. And she would be grateful that he didn't forget her. It felt like an eternity, but he was finally there. Her savior, basked in a coat of blood. She was grateful, so grateful. "Where were you?" she questioned him like a woman questioned her long lost son. His body towered over her motionless—she could tell he was looking at what had happened to her for the past two days. The dead bodies that lay around her had started to decay. Suddenly, she could hear it. A chuckle…a very…very…low and sinister chuckle. Evelyn's eyes widened with shock, and then slowly narrowed into thin slits. She glared at Pyramid Head. "…you bastard," she growled, his chuckling halting. 'Oh? Did I make you angry little hopeless lamb? I thought you'd be happy to see me…' he mocked in his thoughts. Evelyn's eyes grew into a more darker glare, and her heart began to beat faster, and faster….and faster. "How dare you," she growled, slightly taking Pyramid Head back. His eyes widened for a split second, and then returned to normal. He raised his right eyebrow. "How dare you leave me here? YOU COULD HAVE AT LEAST UNTIED ME YOU IDIOT!" There was silence.
'…what?' His eyes were wide with anger as he looked through the small openings of his pyramid helmet to glare at Evelyn. He felt his skin tingle and burn as he gripped his Great Knife. He wanted to slice her stomach open, rip out her breasts. He wanted to fuck…her…up.
"What?" his hoarse voice growled, and Evelyn inched back even closer into the wall painfully. He rarely talked, and when he did, she became scared. But today, it mixed in with her extreme rage. "You heard me you cocky son of a bitch," she growled, forcing herself to stand up. "You…could…have…UNTIED ME!" Pyramid Head walked forward, his heavy steps shaking the floor with a stomp. But they didn't scare her, not today. He stopped, so close to her that his chest was a mere half an inch away from her nose. He towered over her so much; it made her feel as if gravity was pulling her down even harder. "What are you going to do? Did I make you angry?" she growled, Pyramid Head becoming tenser. "Well, GOOD!" Suddenly, his fist open, and by using all the force he could muster, he shoved them into her abdomen. "Ah!" Evelyn yelped as she was held up into the air. At least two feet from the ground she hung. "Uhh…uhhh…ahhhah….ahh." A sudden pain overwhelmed her, and looking down, a red liquid tapped onto the floor and mixed in together to form a puddle of blood. "…whaa….AHH!" she screamed louder with confusion as Pyramid Head twisted his fingers deeper into her stomach. Evelyn raised her arms and hand suddenly to grip onto his wrist. His left hand twisted and turned, making Evelyn scream louder. "AAHH!" she lets out, trying to hold it in. But she couldn't much longer, and screamed out for the longest time. Pyramid Head took it in like classical music, his body easing to her sheer, perfect voice yelling with pain and fear. He loved it….so much.
He wanted more of it. Strongly he shoved her onto the wall, away from it, and slammed her into it again, each time she screamed. Helplessly she kicked, but she was too weak to do any damage, let alone kick fast. Pyramid Head chuckled. "Who's yelling now?" he spoke, the tip of his pyramid like helmet lightly nipping on the fabric of her shirt over her breasts. She yelled more, "Naaaahhhh!" She attempted to yell at him a no, but she couldn't even say a word. Only noises of pure pain could come out of her lips. He twisted his hand into her soft flesh, feeling sharp pokes from several broken bones. Pyramid Head's spine shivered at the perfect feeling he's enduring. Suddenly, with all of his rage, he pulled her from the wall and forced his entire fist though her body. "NAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! AAAHH….AHHH….ahhh…hah….." she became silent. Pyramid Head stared at his work—Evelyn hadn't noticed the blood pouring from her mouth. Slowly releasing his strong left wrist, she grabs onto his shoulders, attempting to pull him back. Pyramid Head tilted his head, slightly astonished. 'Oh? Still fighting back woman?' he thought, pulling his hand out. She screams lightly once more before she was dropped onto the ground. 'Bitch, that's what happens when you anger a monster…' he growled, turning to approach the door. He bends over to pick up his Great Knife, not even interested in raping the woman. She had angered him to the fullest now—he wasn't in the mood any who. He reaches the door, about to leave, but turns his pyramid helmeted head to look over at Evelyn.
She lied on the floor, bleeding, and a look in her eyes of pure hate. But, no fear. "…" Pyramid Head thought in his head if he did what was right. Staring a bit more, he scoffed to himself, turning to leave Evelyn to her fate. 'The swine deserved it….every bit of it…she did. SHE DID…I know she did…I know I would do it again I know,' Pyramid Head argued to convince himself—he had some regret, mainly because he had kept himself from enjoying it further.
Evelyn's vision began to blur as she noticed Pyramid Head's feet retreating out the door. "Bastard…bastard. Come back…come…" She breathed slightly and lightly—it hurt so much to just breathe. It made her so frustrated, so angry that he left her to die again. "Get back here…" she growled, her gritting her teeth. 'Get back here…GET BACK…' Slowly Evelyn could feel her eyes become heavy. The room soon was cascaded in a dark blanket, and slowly she realized that she was blacking out. "No…nooo…not now, not…" her voice weakened as she curled herself into a ball. She felt vulnerable—frail. She felt like nothing…all the noise in the room, in Silent Hill, finally twisted into itself, and with little time it became…
…silent.
"…are you alive?" Evelyn's eyes slowly rose to see a blurred figure. "…or are you dead?" She opened her mouth to say something, but all that came out was a low moan. Tears built up as the figure knelt before her. A warm hand lightly felt Evelyn's cheek, leaving trails of tingling sensations. "…who…." Evelyn managed to let out. A hush was heard. "Shhh, there there. Poor, poor Evelyn," a young voice spoke, gently petting her head. "All cold, and alone…" Evelyn's body shook slightly as she scooted herself tighter. Who was this person—what did she want? Slowly she could make out more detail of the figure's clothing. Blue….blue clothes. A dress maybe? She couldn't tell, but was desperate to find out. "He left you…didn't he? Pyramid. Did you know that was his name? Pyramid Head…" Evelyn thought, wondering who on earth she was speaking of. "…hh…h….." she could only grunt. The soft, small hands gently rubbed Evelyn's forehead. "He loves new play toys, especially pretty girls. I wanted to change that…I wanted to show him a woman, a true woman…you wanna know what he really hates?" the voice asked curiously, a small giggle at the end of its sentence. Evelyn looked up at it, still not seeing what her face truly looked like. "Strong people—he hates how they run away. At first it's fun for him, but after he becomes bored. It makes me sad…" the voice sighed, standing up. From what Evelyn could see, the figure turned away from her, but didn't leave. It just, stood. It started to tisk to itself. "Either he kills them to fast, or it takes too long to kill…but that's where she was supposed to come in…but she's taking too long for Pyramid Head to be getting used to. He's becoming annoyed—confused. It distracts him. The two were supposed to realize why they were created by now…don't you agree?" the voice spoke, turning to look down at Evelyn again. It kneeled down, touching her face. "He needs to meet her, he just needs to. Evelyn, can you help me show him to her?" Evelyn remained silent…she didn't know.
"…I would greatly appreciate it. In fact, I could help you live." Evelyn's eyes widened more as she noticed the smile in the woman's face. For some reason, she knew she wasn't lying, no matter how bad her injury was. "…yes….please…." Evelyn forces out, and the voice chuckled. "Good…hmmm…" the voice trailed off, petting Evelyn's head. Evelyn stared, confused. "He left you didn't he? All alone…dieing. Don't let him do that Evelyn…teach him lesson. Make him regret. Make him pay." It's words were like venom—they were poisonous, but so tempting…
"…yes…he left…me…" Evelyn gritted her teeth, becoming angry. "He's trying to make you weaker Evelyn…he's trying to make you soft, make you cry. He wants to kill you from the inside out. In fact…he already did, didn't he?" Evelyn growled. "No….no he didn't…"
"NO HE DIDN'T…" Reaching forward, her fingers had gotten longer. She nailed the ground, digging into it, her fingers growing claws that dug in even deeper and deeper with ease. Pulling herself forward, she could feel her pain rise again, and it only made her angrier.
"Are you ssuuurrreee? Do you know what he's doing right now? He's leaving your body to rot Evelyn. He's leaving you to die. He didn't even muster up the kindness to finish you off." Evelyn squeezed her eyes shut, shaking violently. "He left me…" "Yes, and he'll do it again!" the voice sternly yelled.
Evelyn gritted her teeth as they began to growl. Her skin turned into a shade of gray; her veins purplish black.
"He hurt you, and touched you, and killed you," the voice forcefully grabbed Evelyn's face, but she still couldn't see it. "Killed me….he killed me…" Evelyn nearly screamed. "Do something about it Evelyn," the voice ordered to a motionless Evelyn. "…do something…" it lowly growled, and Evelyn's anger rose. "DO SOMETHING!" "HE KILLED ME!" Suddenly, the face of a dirty grinning girl, a child, was so close to Evelyn's that her eyes widened. "...Evelyn, show him what you really are."
Slowly Evelyn stood. Her black hair spiked slightly as the cold air rushed to her skin, tickling her. Straightening her back, her wound began to close up. Patches of flesh slowly met with each other like two pieces of cut thread sewing back together. Slowly it began healing. Evelyn removed the tie from her hair, letting it down, and walking towards the doorway.
Pyramid Head was almost down the hall, his mind was racing. "…" A feeling of a strong presence overcame him, and he turned instantly to see what it was. He winced his eyes, the mask too thick to view. He noticed a figure standing before him, one that seem slightly familiar. 'That feeling…who is…what the hell?' Pyramid Head could only stare shocked as he witnessed none other than Evelyn, standing many feet away from him at the end of the hallway. He was drawn to the hole on her abdomen, healing itself quickly. 'Impossible…what is this…? A trick?' Pyramid Head thought, but his mind was too overwhelmed to think. "Where do you think your going…you son of a bitch?" her voice growled lowly as she narrowed her darkened eyes. Pyramid Head remembered those eyes.
"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.
His mind wandered off—he remembered those eyes, but refused to becoming curious of them. If he were to test and find out what those eyes truly belonged to, he would have discovered that they belonged to…this.
He blinked at the woman before him. This couldn't have been her. Maybe it was something else, something new. "You look stiff…how about a little massage…" she growled, walking towards Pyramid Head. He waited, wondering what she was capable of doing, but nevertheless regretted it when she had forced her left fist back and thrust it into his abdomen, sending him to the wall. Evelyn stared as Pyramid Head slowly leaned forward, placing his right hand upon his helmet to take a minute. He was dizzy, since the impact of the hit was harsh on him. Instantly his helmeted head shot up at her. 'Did she just hit me?' he though confused. It was a hard hit, but seeing that he only stumbled back a few feet she wasn't as intimidating as he was. Pyramid Head could punch a human across a hallway and through a wall if he could lift his Great Knife. But still…if she was able to punch such a heavy individual like him and make him dizzy with ease…
'Lucky shot, woman,' he scoffed, leaning up. Without warning, he surprisingly ran forward towards Evelyn fast. She braced herself, ducking and rolling out of the way. Pyramid Head swung his large, Great Knife. Evelyn moved back, sprinting towards his abdomen and latching her teeth onto his side, near his naval. He grunted, the pain coming quickly. "HHHNNGGRRHH!" he growled annoying.
'Off of me you whore!'
Quickly he grabbed a hand full of hair with his free, right hand, pulling her jaws from his body. He lifted her from the ground, throwing her back. Landing onto her feet, she ran for him again. She was fast, and Pyramid Head started to believe that he might have not been quick enough for her. Evelyn jumps into the air, latching onto his chest. She wraps her feet around his lower chest, about to grab onto his helmet. 'Oh fuck no you don't!' he caught on, raising his arm to block her teeth. She bit onto it several times, sinking her teeth so deep that they scrapped the bone. "GGNNNNHHRGGHHHHH!" Pyramid Head struggled, thrusting his arm to the side. Evelyn hits a wall, and she released him. Suddenly, using Great Knife, he attempts to slice Evelyn in half. She growled, taking a large slice on her arm. Quickly she jumps back to dodge his knee.
Evelyn lands a few feet back, staring at an angry Pyramid Head. 'Come on woman, come on. Come and see how death really feels like…' Pyramid Head growled in his thoughts. Suddenly, a stern look adorned Evelyn's face.
Pyramid Head slowly narrow his eyes to view her, and as Evelyn reached her hand up, her nails rubbing against each other making a scissor snipping noise, she made a fist. "…" Without a word, she thrusts her fist back and punched a hole through the wall. Pyramid Head blinked, opening his eyes and widening them with shock. She actually was able to punch through a brick wall with no trouble at all. Evelyn felt around, searching for a certain something, and wrapped her fist around something cold and metallic. Pulling her arm back she yanked out a thin metal piece that's used to support the wall. "…" Pyramid Head could only stare in shock at the woman before him. "I don't want to you fight you like a madman, but I still want you to endure much more pain than I did," she growled, pounding the sharp, edged slab of metal on one of her hands.