A/N: I am immensly sorry for hanging up on you guys like that! Alot! I had a bit of a writer's block for this story so I started writing a new one! So don't think I did it for pure disliking of this story. Trust me, I love it and I love you guys! Mwah! There is slight sexuality here, nothing to explicit though! I mean, if Breaking Dawn in Twilight shows that freaking probbing sex scene for PG-13, then what the hell! Mine isn't even that detailed!

FTW DAMMIT!

Onwards!

The Dream and The Nightmare

I panted heavily in panick while turbo adrenaline coursed in my veins.

"S-stay away from me!" I warned, my voice cracking.

Great way to scare someone off Blaze. I mentally rolled my eyes. Now is not the time to think stupid thoughts! Then why am I still thinking! Rah! Stop it! No wait..ugh. Dammit man.

The enormous creature shot a hand out to grip me tightly on my neck. I gave out a wheezing shriek as he brought me up off of my feet into the air. My throat strained to reach for air through the tiny hole, but none came adeau. I grabbed the monsters gigantic arm that was constricting me, and tried in vain to pry it off. Nothing changed, but at least I tried. My air wasn't holding for long as was my consciousness.

Is this really how I was going to die?

Because I was weak?

That really disorientated my 4 rules to survive Silent Hill in a person.

You'd need:

1: Strength
2: Intelligence
3: High pain tolerence
4: Pride

Just as I was slipping into utter darkness, a miracle finally came when something made the the monster drop me onto the floor, growling out in pain. Using all my strength, my head lolled to the side. "Dad..."

I saw the familiar fatherly blonde standing there fiercely, rifle in his hands, and aimed at the dangerous killer that nearly ended my life. "You bastard! Stay the hell away from my daughter!"

My dad shot another bullet at the Pyramid helmeted man that hit it's chistled and blood-stained torso. That didn't do much damage than the first because the monster nearly impaled my dad with his sword just right now. Luckily, my dad dodged it by a hair.

"C'mon Blaze! Up!" Laura called out to me. She tugged on my weak arm to move.

I grunted strainly, rolling on my stomach and placing my hands on the stubby floor. I pushed myself up and went blind for a second, but regaining my vision. Once I was on my wobbly feet I thought we could finally escape the creauture. Not yet. Out of the corner of my eye, something silver was coming toward Laura.

"No! Laura!" I shouted, throwing myself at her to push her away just in time for the silver object to send a blow right to my head that made me wail in pain. All I remember was my two family members screaming and the floor meeting my body again..then...black.

"Hi there honey!"

My reddish-brown eyes glanced up to a woman I haven't seen for so long and dearly missed.

"Mom!" I gasped, jumping up and hooking my arms around her slender neck for a hug.

She chuckled, stroking my hair, "I missed you so much. I miss your father too."

Fresh tears of happiness rolled down my eyes as I buried my face in shoulder. The scent of roses hit my nose in a familiar manner. She was here. My mom. The mom I lost 12 years ago that heart-brokened me even up to now.

"Shh...shh, now, it's alright," She cooed in my ear.

I pulled away to see her also crying too. "I can't believe you're actually here!"

She smiled and stroked my cheek with her finger, "Me too darling. Look at you...so beautiful."

"Well, I sort of got my looks from someone," I shrugged jokingly.

"I can see your father raised you up properly. A strong, smart, and gorgeous girl. Something I've always wanted to do...but..you know," She cocked a sheepish smile at me.

I knew exactly what she was saying. If it weren't for her death, she would've stood by my side as I grew up into an adult. Stood by my side for boy troubles, issues, and just a shoulder to cry on. Stood by my side during the agonizing puberty changes, and cried during my graduation and maybe when I get wedded someday.

"Yeah, dad really took care of me mom. So did Maria," I said unsurely.

Instead of a hissy fit about the slutty version of her, my mom just sweetly smirked, "Well, thank Maria for me too."

"What do you mean? I'm not going to see her again. It's obvious I'm dead since I see you right now," I snorted nervously.

Her face frowned, "Pumpkin, you're not dead and you need to snap out of it now."

"No...I don't want to go back to reality! I want to stay here with you!" I objected.

"You're scared of the real world are you?" She understandingly sighed.

I nodded confessingly.

"You know, you'll never overcome your fear if you don't face it. You need to stay strong for me out there. You're smart, you know what to do in tough situations. Lastly...never...give..up...on...yourself..." She whimpered, more tears forming in her lids.

Her voice was fading away as some sort of loophole spun around me and her. She started flying back from me.

"Mom! No! Come back!" I cried out, running and trying to reach her. It was as if I was on a treadmill that I was only running in one spot.

"Don't worry!...You'll...see...me...again...soon..."

"MOM!" I screeched, my eyes flying open.

I tried propping myself up, but my hands were bound by ripped clothing onto some sort of railing of a steel hospital bed. What the fuck?! Where's my dad? Laura? Maria?...My mom?

"H-help! Anyone!" I called out around the the pitch black room.

The smell of dried blood, and other stenches that I couldn't even identify drove into my nostrils. I flinched when a loud factory fan ran all of a sudden from above me. Oh no...no fucking way! Damn hell! Was I...captured by the...monster?! No! I am to young to die or be raped! My face dripped sweat all over it, and the humidity was getting stronger. My bangs were plastered onto my sticky forehead, and there were scratched on the visual parts of my body. But...something was wrong. There was a chilly and empty feeling all over my body that I only felt when I was...

NAKED!

Well, not really naked, since I could make out the parts I had my bra and panties still on. I saw my upper and lower body bare from the dark eyesight.

"Ugh, c'mon..." I forced my wrists up, trying to rip them up, but they were too securly tied. "Fuck."

I did the useless routine of escaping 5 more times until I gave up from exhaustion and scarce. I layed there motionlessly for probably 30 minutes, over thinking everything that was currently happening in my reality hell-hole. What happened to James and Laura? Are they dead? Are they still alive? If so, are they coming to rescue me? I nearly got vertigo from all the questions swirling in my mind. Eerie silence took over me the next 15 minutes, and luckily, the air was getting lighter and I could breathe something less rancid.

I thought of all the ways I may be able to escape. But from where I am right now, and what I have 'succeeded' in at this situation, I have a feeling I won't be seeing the foggy weather outside for a while. I closed my eyes, just wanting to run away from the real world again. Call me a coward, but personally, I don't want to be conscious when I see my murderous captor do it's bloody mess on me.

Screech...thud...screech.

My breath hitched when I heard the tell-tale contribution of the monster that is closing near the room I was in. The orbs embedded in my eye-sockets flew open to life widely.

Shit..shit...SHIT!

That thing is coming for me! What the hell is it going to do? Then...a thought reccured back into my hysterical brain. That dream! I knew they stood for something! I remember even explaining to the therapist my dad called for about this monster!

3 weeks ago...

"So, Blaze...tell me what this monster...looks like? Acts like?" My therapist asked me curiously.

I sighed shakily on the leather couch. My fists clenched tightly as the dream ran around my mind again, "He...was...tall, about...7ft...and muscular..."

My therapist nodded understandingly, the artist sitting beside me starting to sketch a body probably. My therapist gazed at me again, "Anything else? More...details?"

A bile rose up my throat. Now or never Blaze, "He had a sort of...pyramid helmet on his head. Very pointy and it looks heavy and painful on the man. He wore...a bloody apron, brown boots, and what appears to look like stained, bloody oven gloves. He...always carried this gigantic knife, that was 5 ft. in length, sometimes a spear."

My therapist bobbed her head once more to the artist who was really into the craft. Then she focused her icy blue eyes right at me, "How does he act? Personality?"

The disgusting and painful dream connected to my eyes. I gulped, "He...he..was so vile..and mean. He killed...some female..monsters..by...by..."

My therapist scooted foward to her seat, "By doing what honey?"

I couldn't seem to get the word out of my mouth without maybe barfing. I whispered, "...Raping them..."

"Okay...okay..did he..do that to you in your dream?" She muttered to me quietly.

I nodded.

"We're done here, just show her the picture and ask if that's what it looks like," My therapy strictly stated, gathering up her things an walking out to the waiting room my dad and maria were at. Laura was with her own therapist.

The artist flipped the picture to my face. It was a fucking replica indeed. The bloody mess around him, the well-built and tall body, the helmet was perfectly inticrate and shaped, a spear was leaned onto I guess a wall beside him, the apron, the gloves and brown boots on him exactly, and his absolute fatality weapon gripped tightly in his strong, large hand that looks like he was hauling it.

"That's him."

After that statement, my dad barged in through the doors angrily and glared at me directly in the eye.

I memorized the entire lecture that day. Laura's was way more shorter than mine that was for sure. I didn't know who her dream was about, and she didn't know mine, all we knew was that they're both related to Silent Hill in some sort of way. That is, until I found out a couple days before we left New York.

But now is not the time to think about that.

SCREECH!

The ear-bleeding audio halted. I held my breath as the sound of a creaky, metallic door flung open.

Oh god..I can't believe this. I'm gonna die! I'm sooo gonna die! I have my death granted by either him fucking me to death or killing me shortly after. Heavy footsteps were heard in the room more louder than ever. An iron object dropping to the floor with a ferocious 'clang'.

I stayed frozen as a statue. I wonder if he could see me through this utter darkness. Slowly and hesitantly, I turned my head to the left. An outline figure of the familiar rapist in my dreams. I adjusted my eyes more squintly and saw him standing there, his fingers flexing eagerly at his sides.

"Please..leave me alone," I whimpered, my head falling back to stare up at the ceiling.

I heard a slight and threatening growl emitt from under his helmet. He lumbered over to the end of the bed, his rough and stubby glove-covered hands running up and down my legs. Oh fuck this shit man! Get it over with and stop teasing me asshole! I bucked my legs when I felt something wet trailing around my inner thighs. Frustrated, he slammed them back down. I winced when a pain slithered up my calves. The wet organ was nearing the spot where no one, but my freaking soul mate, should be at. I propped my head up, seeing it long and from inside the helmet.

It's a tongue! A damn, black, and slimey tongue! What he was doing to be is unbelievablely pleasuring, but all I could think about right now is his future plans for me.

"Get on with it! Fucker, stop teasing me!" I commanded him.

That obviously angered him because his fingers dug into my hips. I gave out a scream at the burning sensation of his overly-sized nails stabbing me. I could feel blood drawing out and dripping down to my back. I tried worming away, but he pushed me right to the wet bed again. He withdrew his fingers out of my flesh and his tongue lapped up to my stomach and then up to my chest. I breathed out shakily as his hands climbed up nearer my breasts. He was practically on top of me, and all I could see was his pointy and heavily-equiped helmet. I wonder if he had a face under there.

Please be good-looking at least!

During the ministrations, I felt a hard bulge hit my thigh. Oh...lovely. I bit my lip when this sensual, rape act was turning him full on. I was getting pretty tipsy too, but I shall not show him that! My stomach was churning with butterflies and not in a good feeling. A lump formed in my throat as his tongue lick the side of my face.

"Stop, please stop," I sniffled, taking a chance to push him away.

God, this guy needs to lose a few pounds! He must've weighed 300 lbs...without all the fat! Or maybe he was just forcing himself down on me. That kinky bastard! I stayed still since I was afraid he would make things more complicated for me if I tense up or move to much. I heard..what sounded like a groan echo out from his helmet.

He tightly gripped my wounded hips down as he slammed his bulge between my legs. I yelped and reacted when my legs twitched up again. Damn that habit! My hands gripped the bar railings they were tied beside me when dry fingers hooked the hem of my panty.

This is it.

A/N: Sorry! I had to end it there because they were getting to the...M rated part. Also, it's short I know, I'm just getting back on track. Let me ask you guys 2 questions:

1.) Do you want me to write a one-shot with Blaze getting raped in this part? I really don't think it's necessary to change this story to M.

2.) Would you guys like it if I wrote a prequel to this story when it's complete? I honestly think you should see what happened 9 years ago, the full story, not some odd flashbacks in this story Blaze will be seeing soon?

Please answer with PM or review! I would absolutely love it! Thank you again!

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