Wretched
Disclaimer: I do not own Silent Hill.
III. The Third Day
A/N: Woop.
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Inevitably, Maria became far too much for Pyramid to bear, and in more ways than one.
She had started talking again, and when she started talking, he lost interest and lost interest fast. It wasn't that he was looking a gift horse in the mouth, so to speak; oh, no, he had pondered over it long and hard, and he figured that far be it from him to decline a sort of offer of a longer life, another girl to fuck, and another person to kill who wasn't san animated doll or a creature with no arms. Really, it was no fun to maim someone who didn't have all of their limbs.
He liked to think that it wasn't entirely his fault that he found far more significance in the way her skirt hiked up when she crossed her legs than in her words. Sounds poured from her mouth, but an apocalypse could rip through their—his—little haven, and he doubted he would notice. Her thighs and the brief glances of something much more were just so much more exciting.
"You're so filthy, Pyramid Head. I just don't…"
Filthy, indeed. He'd love to show her just how filthy he could really get, but she'd probably have to bend over that chair in order for him to fulfill such a request.
"I could probably scrounge up a bucket, and then fill it with soap and water…"
Fuck her and fuck her now.
He laughed at the empty wishes of the voice. Yes, yes, fuck her into the ground. Anytime, anywhere—he'd be only too happy to do it.
"Hey, are you even listening to me?"
No, he wasn't. He had absolutely nothing to say to this woman, and she didn't have anything relevant to say to him. If he felt it necessary to speak, than damn it, he would, but otherwise, he would remain silent and as unresponsive as possible.
She sighed in what he could only guess was annoyance and leaned back, resting heavily on the back of the chair. She was becoming less tense around him, he noticed, as she leisurely picked her nails.
Her eyes flicked from her nails tohimsuddenly, and she stood up to walk over beside him. Once there, she knelt down and kept her gaze firmly fixed on him—or, rather, his head. "Isn't that thing heavy? And how do you fit through doors, anyway? It must be terrible to carry around a burden like that." She motioned toward his helmet.
Against his better judgment, he slipped out an annoyed, "No."
A smile threatened to break her face, and her hands floated slowly to her lap as she bent over to look closer at the opening she kept mistaking for his vision square. "Oh, so you can talk? Well, you should have told me sooner." She scooted back a little bit and glanced around the room. "At least that way you can keep me some decent company during this whole mess."
Partly out of spite, but mostly out of anger at himself, Pyramid Head absolutely refused to answer.
Maria pursed her lips in a most unattractive way when several moments of silence passed. "Why won't you talk?"
Still no reply.
She edged back until she hit the wall, and then rested against it like she had previously been doing, folding her arms in front of her and allowing her head to loll back and forth as she continued with her, as Pyramid Head decided to fondly refer to it, "delusional woman-speak."
"I heard, you know, around," she rolled her eyes at this as if for emphasis, "that you're quite the sex fiend. Well, not in the good sense, really. More of in the sense that you rape people—things—whatever you can find—to death."
He'd never raped things. The things he'd fucked had always been alive and able to function—before the sex, at least—when he'd taken them as his victim. But he couldn't remember the last time he'd found an actual woman that wasn't a faceless nurse or monster hospital patient to fuck.
And oh, Maria would be a wonderful way to recall his memories.
"You're libido has got to be raging twenty-four-seven for you to have sex that incredibly much." She curled herself up a bit.
He suspected that she didn't know the half of it.
She babbled on and on, and eventually, words fell in the form of half-coherent mumbles and the occasional randomly placed word that just seemed to have come from nowhere. Her head bobbed forward once, twice, to lie on her chest, before her speaking stopped altogether and all the sound that Pyramid Head could hear was her breathing—steady and deep.
He only spoke hours after he was sure she was asleep. "Such a fool."