Senseless Silent Hill I wrote on Pirate Pad (All typos are MINE.)
Disclaimer: Silent Hill is owned by Konami and other associated parties. I make no profit in writing this work of fanfiction.
Pairing: Alluded to ValtielxJames
"The rams guard the the doorway..."
The shrill howl of the sirens carve through his head. James grinds his hands against his ears, echoing the bellow of the winding song with a scream of pain.
The streets flare red, marred with the inky 'Drip drip drip' of clotted oil oozing from in between the car doors, snaking down tires of parked cars. Street lamps thrum, a ball of white light pulse, a parade of lamp posts beating as steady hearts as the bright fireflies glow until spots dance across his vision.
"Can you hear them when they whisper 'Follow.'? It's no white rabbit, sweet one. Only Valtiel who crooks his finger and coaxes you inside the rabbit hole."
Valtiel's fingers snicker, tip toeing along the decaying skeletons of the disintegrating vehicles. Whiplash and the tick of his head and roll of tense shoulders. The demon slides along the edges of James' vision like a twisted shadow.
"IT'S LIKE A SONG." Valtiel's words are a whisper yet a cry. The demon moans, gliding his hands down his waist, then weaving them upwards. Curling long fingers around his shoulders, locked in a self-embrace. He grinds seamed lips and unseen sneered teeth, "HOW THEY CRY! SING. SING THE PRAISE. HOWL THE DIVINE. RING FORWARD PARADISE."
James leans back, the air heavy, thick like hands that push and resist. As if trying to push him forward towards the leering demon.
The human's knees knock and he crumbles, pants slowly darkening as he hits the damp pavement. Clotted fluid smears the rough jeans, cool and prick goosebumps along his skin.
"IT HUMS AND IT THROBS AND IT SINGS AND HOW I YEARN TO BREAK IT OPEN AND TEAR IT APART FROM THE INSIDE. SWALLOW IT DOWN AND BURY IT DEEP WHERE ONLY I CAN HOLD IT. ONLY MINE!"
Valtiel sweeps down low, kneeling before the shaking man. James curls away but the gloved hands snap around him.
"HITHER, MINE." Valtiel whispers, "COME FORWARD, MY BROTHER. SING FOR ME. LOOK ONLY UPON ME. LOVE ME."
"No no no no no..." James recites it like a prayer, "Not real. Not real. Not real."
'Just a bad dream please be a bad dream this is a nightmare I just want to wake up. WAKE UP!'
Valtiel tilts James' chin upward, coaxing the mad flick of to and fro back to him.
"LOOK UPON ME."
"No no no no. No." James cries, "I won't..."
"THE DOORWAY IS OPEN."
James shoves his hands against the demon's shoulders, but the creature does not bend or bow. "Stop it!!" Instead the fingers shift, like claws they twist and hold, promising never to let go.
"AND DEEP INSIDE."
James rears back the scant inches he is allowed. Yet just as swift he is reeled back, and Valtiel clings. Folding around the man as far as his long, long sinewy limbs will allow.
"CRY ASUNDER."
Ash tumbles from the sky. The clouds moan a hollow whale-like song. Ripple and shift in some horrible dance of dark and lightning and ash and the fire that coats down his throat as he breaths in the noxious breath of the tainted town.
"PARADISE."
The falling ash feels cinder hot. James cries and curls into as much of a ball as he can, fumbling to use the long sleeves of his jacket to cover his face and head.
"CRY. CRY. CRY." Valtiel traces the hot track of tears down the man's cheeks. Lacing the shivering strands of crystal with chalk gray.
James moans weakly when the creature curls above him, but is quick to bury his face into the monster's chest, the cool balm of the apron flooding away the hot flush of pain from his skin. Valtiel's broad shoulders and tangle of limbs keep most of the ash and the pain at bay.
Valtiel croons against the soft strands of blond, carving smooth trails through the silky straight locks with spider-leg fingers.
"IN PAIN, YOU FIND AN HONEST MAN." Valtiel hums, "AND YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL."
The cement pavement, wet and filthy with grime and who knows what, begins to pocket and bow, crevices veining up and down and around the two forms. Dust plumes from amongst the damange, and the street begins to sink ever so slight.
"TAKE A DEEP BREATH."
Those same fingers pull, yanking James' head back. He lets out an indignant, startled and pained cry.
"AND LEAP."
Valtiel swallows furthur exclamation with the sharp push of seamed lips against a startled chapped pair.
The pavement caves, a wet fleshy pop splits the gaping maws wider enough to swallow both man and beast.
The seams fold over, like interlocked hands of an old wizened woman. The cracked pavement sealed together as if it had never been parted.
Pairing: Alluded to ValtielxJames
"The rams guard the the doorway..."
The shrill howl of the sirens carve through his head. James grinds his hands against his ears, echoing the bellow of the winding song with a scream of pain.
The streets flare red, marred with the inky 'Drip drip drip' of clotted oil oozing from in between the car doors, snaking down tires of parked cars. Street lamps thrum, a ball of white light pulse, a parade of lamp posts beating as steady hearts as the bright fireflies glow until spots dance across his vision.
"Can you hear them when they whisper 'Follow.'? It's no white rabbit, sweet one. Only Valtiel who crooks his finger and coaxes you inside the rabbit hole."
Valtiel's fingers snicker, tip toeing along the decaying skeletons of the disintegrating vehicles. Whiplash and the tick of his head and roll of tense shoulders. The demon slides along the edges of James' vision like a twisted shadow.
"IT'S LIKE A SONG." Valtiel's words are a whisper yet a cry. The demon moans, gliding his hands down his waist, then weaving them upwards. Curling long fingers around his shoulders, locked in a self-embrace. He grinds seamed lips and unseen sneered teeth, "HOW THEY CRY! SING. SING THE PRAISE. HOWL THE DIVINE. RING FORWARD PARADISE."
James leans back, the air heavy, thick like hands that push and resist. As if trying to push him forward towards the leering demon.
The human's knees knock and he crumbles, pants slowly darkening as he hits the damp pavement. Clotted fluid smears the rough jeans, cool and prick goosebumps along his skin.
"IT HUMS AND IT THROBS AND IT SINGS AND HOW I YEARN TO BREAK IT OPEN AND TEAR IT APART FROM THE INSIDE. SWALLOW IT DOWN AND BURY IT DEEP WHERE ONLY I CAN HOLD IT. ONLY MINE!"
Valtiel sweeps down low, kneeling before the shaking man. James curls away but the gloved hands snap around him.
"HITHER, MINE." Valtiel whispers, "COME FORWARD, MY BROTHER. SING FOR ME. LOOK ONLY UPON ME. LOVE ME."
"No no no no no..." James recites it like a prayer, "Not real. Not real. Not real."
'Just a bad dream please be a bad dream this is a nightmare I just want to wake up. WAKE UP!'
Valtiel tilts James' chin upward, coaxing the mad flick of to and fro back to him.
"LOOK UPON ME."
"No no no no. No." James cries, "I won't..."
"THE DOORWAY IS OPEN."
James shoves his hands against the demon's shoulders, but the creature does not bend or bow. "Stop it!!" Instead the fingers shift, like claws they twist and hold, promising never to let go.
"AND DEEP INSIDE."
James rears back the scant inches he is allowed. Yet just as swift he is reeled back, and Valtiel clings. Folding around the man as far as his long, long sinewy limbs will allow.
"CRY ASUNDER."
Ash tumbles from the sky. The clouds moan a hollow whale-like song. Ripple and shift in some horrible dance of dark and lightning and ash and the fire that coats down his throat as he breaths in the noxious breath of the tainted town.
"PARADISE."
The falling ash feels cinder hot. James cries and curls into as much of a ball as he can, fumbling to use the long sleeves of his jacket to cover his face and head.
"CRY. CRY. CRY." Valtiel traces the hot track of tears down the man's cheeks. Lacing the shivering strands of crystal with chalk gray.
James moans weakly when the creature curls above him, but is quick to bury his face into the monster's chest, the cool balm of the apron flooding away the hot flush of pain from his skin. Valtiel's broad shoulders and tangle of limbs keep most of the ash and the pain at bay.
Valtiel croons against the soft strands of blond, carving smooth trails through the silky straight locks with spider-leg fingers.
"IN PAIN, YOU FIND AN HONEST MAN." Valtiel hums, "AND YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL."
The cement pavement, wet and filthy with grime and who knows what, begins to pocket and bow, crevices veining up and down and around the two forms. Dust plumes from amongst the damange, and the street begins to sink ever so slight.
"TAKE A DEEP BREATH."
Those same fingers pull, yanking James' head back. He lets out an indignant, startled and pained cry.
"AND LEAP."
Valtiel swallows furthur exclamation with the sharp push of seamed lips against a startled chapped pair.
The pavement caves, a wet fleshy pop splits the gaping maws wider enough to swallow both man and beast.
The seams fold over, like interlocked hands of an old wizened woman. The cracked pavement sealed together as if it had never been parted.