Warning: Disturbing images, violence and bad writing. Also Silent Hill. Have fun.
The first thing that Vayne notices upon regaining consciousness in the dangerous world of Silent Hill is the dull and repetitive sound of beating wings. The monotonous sound of displaced air somehow filtering into the confused huntress' ears like water that's whirling down the drain. As repetitive as they were unique and ever-changing, the muffled sounds seem to echo inside the leisurely waking brain of the Demacian aristocrat. Red eyes blinking lazily and misty mirages meeting the harsh reality, Vayne's scarlet orbs instantly widen. The noble vampire's body instinctively recoiling away from the stinking carcass of the dead giant bat as Shauna finally realizes what she is currently looking at.
The maimed corpse of a bat demon.
The carcass of the deceased bat on the floor is at least the size of a human baby, maybe bigger, with longs pale fangs coated in bloodied saliva and most of its fur missing, the creature's remains are almost as repulsive as they are terrifying.
Vayne blinks as she tentatively approaches the slain bat from hell. The young huntress' scarlet eyes practically absorbing every little macabre detail of the disfigured creature's carcass.
Every odorous inch of exposed red muscle and deformed, mutated flesh is carefully examined in its entirety by the frowning Night Hunter. Every chipped tooth and loose crooked nail is cataloged into the Demacian vigilante's mind with great care. And it is at that very moment whilst storing all of this miscellaneous information in her brain that Shauna spots the wrinkled ivory hands that are somehow protruding out of the belly of the dead abominable creature. The strange extrusions look like the arms of an old man or a woman, but devoid of skin and hair like the rest of the slain horror's appendages.
A barely intact pair of wrinkled human hands merged in the body of a disfigured, slain bat demon. Vayne doesn't really know how this peculiar creature came to be, but for some odd reason the existence of the dead abomination feels like a personal insult to her.
And then a sole drop of sticky red liquid abruptly lands with a quiet plop on her midnight black trenches, and Shauna grimaces when her crimson eyes slowly rise towards the ceiling only to discover an entire army of the wretched, abominable bat-beings hanging upside-down from it. Mere meters above her current position.
As if on cue a siren outside the room suddenly starts ringing and the hellish white eyes of the sleeping demon-bats abruptly snap open revealing their blind, irritated glares to the cursing huntress below them.
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*Huff *Huff *Huff
Vayne pants and huffs with great exhaustion as the brooding Night Hunter all but dives into a small homely diner of sorts and then throws her back against the hastily locked door of the visibly deserted establishment.
Shauna takes a second to inhale deeply, this short time of respite definitely not aiding the hunted huntress in calming down, but allowing Vayne to gather her thoughts before proceeding to explore her small, cream-colored shelter.
With some new much-needed air managing to reach her poor aching lungs at last and a usually pale face that is now beet red due to exertion, Vayne finally peels her back off the glass rectangle of the door and moves farther inside her cozy, and hopefully safe heaven.
If Shauna had at any point in time hoped that she had stabled into a fortress she would be greatly disappointed, however. Nothing of interest was discovered inside the diner after a quick search. No weapons other than a rickety-looking broom and a familiar hex-phone device that was connected to a line as dead as Vayne's deceased parents. No crossbows, crossbows bolts, sword and daggers were found inside the oven. Furthermore, the very notion of guns, ammunition or hextech-weaponry being hidden among the moldy desserts of the glass displays being completely out of the question.
With a tired and resigned sigh and some paleness blessingly returning back to her frowning visage at last, the kidnapped aristocrat crouches behind the cashier's desk and attempts to plan her daring escape from the dreadful and isolated town that Shauna had so suddenly woken up into.
Or at least that had been Vayne's original plan until the frustrated huntress had abruptly taken note of the fresh corpse of a woman with her face shoved inside the drawer of the cash register.
A split second later and the corpse starts spasming. Blood and gore rain down the white tiles of the small diner as the dead woman slowly begins rising from the floor with her face still obscured by her grimy metallic helmet. The thing's vocal cords loudly reverberating behind thick metal curtains. A hand rises and darts towards Vayne only to grasp empty air as the young huntress deftly retreats, the clanking of coins rattling inside the bloodied old cash register echoing within the small family restaurant like knives left inside a washing machine overnight.
Another heartbeat and the dead woman sluggishly drags herself towards the aristocrat as Vayne swiftly readies her broomstick, crimson droplets paving a messy path towards the stoic Demacian noblewoman, deathly pale arms reaching blindly for the pulse of the black-haired female.
The broomstick descends towards the undead abomination with frightening speed, coins and teeth suddenly exploding as Shauna's grimace is highlighted by the blossoming of crimson flowers upon the brooding huntress' similarly fairly pale epidermis. Limbs spam and attempt to reach for retreating ankles once more, the broomstick descends mercilessly. The cash register's drawer warps, bends and rattles, pennies and gold coins jumping inside it with each quick, devastating hit of wood against metal.
Over and over the clashes of fury, thunder within the once serene family restaurant. And then the dead woman stills under Vayne's calm stare. The monster's limbs go limp, her nails stop clawing the red, gory tiles. The abomination's disturbing moans cease and Vayne breaks the remnants of the shattered broom's handle in order to impale the undead beast's heart for good measure.
Carefully, ever so carefully, confident pale arms clutch the iron mask of the silent, dead monster. And when the woman remains still, and the flow of blood coming from the mortal wound in the thing's chest turns into a spittle of sanguine drizzle, only then does Vayne remove the twisted shell of metal from the face of the slain beast. Only then does Shauna lay eyes on her own mangled visage.
The end?
Notes: I think I am getting the handle on it. Symbolisms, the bat demons with hands protruding from their bellies are a manifestation of Vayne's hate for her vampiric curse and how she perceives herself as a carrier of ancient dread that can give birth to more pain if she accidentally turns others. Vayne then finds shelter at a homey family diner. That place represents her life when Shauna perceived herself as innocent and pure, but then she was attacked by a monster and the walls of her safe heaven were stained red much like how her innocence was stolen by violence in her family manor. A violence that now lives inside her making Vayne's own self the very thing that Vayne hates the most. Causing her to throw herself against other creatures of darkness and making her overwork herself without rest like a madwoman. Vayne is her own worst enemy and it is killing her, both figuratively and literally.