Amusement (Silent Hill 3, R, Gen, Vincent)
Title: Amusement
Author: Emerald Embers
Fandom: Silent Hill 3
Type: Gen
Rating: R. Granted, there's nothing sexual, but... it's violent and seriously disturbing. I wouldn't want my 12 year old brother reading it, anyway ^_^.
Characters: Vincent
Disclaimer: Konami own the Silent Hill series and its characters, thank GOD, because I would NOT want Dahlia Gillespie turning up on my doorstep one day. This is a fan-work, I'm making no money off this, and no copyright infringements are intended.
Notes: Any more fics like this and I may turn up to an asylum voluntarily. All fifteen minutes used ^_^. Oh, and I apologise for the gender-confused God. I can't get used to the fact in the first two games Samael is referred to as a 'he', but in the third is generally a 'she' if I remember... ack. Spoilers for Silent Hill 3... my apologies, England got the game early :).
I shouldn't laugh. It's terribly cruel of me to be so amused by this whole sorry mess.
But seriously, this really is... hilarious. For the mother of God, Heather has behaved so predictably it is quite hysterical. Thankfully, she has been hurling herself into danger so willingly that Dahlia Gillespie's plans are on the verge of unravelling any moment now. The girl should never have been born - not this early. She's quite a darling so it's a pity she'll have to die, but these things happen.
Mind you, having watched the power of Samael growing has been absolutely fascinating. I've had the luck to see a few people changing with the power, but I'm still cursing not being around to watch that mall fall under its spell. Just imagine it, standing in the middle, completely unaffected as the daft little civilians going about their everyday business start becoming the beautiful creatures of the underworld. Oh, they /hate/ it, they scream and run away as their skin starts blistering, peeling, puckering and crawling into new formations... it must be quite exquisitely painful. If only they understood how wonderful they appear as otherworldly creatures, masses of flesh and bone that never occupied the world before our God became involved. The floors get matted with blood and hair; and the stench, by Samael, it takes your breath away and brings tears to your eyes.
Beautiful, really, if you know how to look at everything. I've had enough experience. Claudia thinks God is responsible for the way everything looks as our world grows more influenced by him, but she doesn't understand that the shapes, the actual physical make-up of things, are not his responsibility. Some people are unaffected by his touch - the pure, the innocent, the brain-dead. Thankfully such boring people are blissfully rare, and more children are aware of this world than there were at the beginning. They used to escape its touch constantly, even to the point where they couldn't see the changes going on /right around them/. But now the little curious ones who've read too many books or watched too many movies are falling under its grasp... it's not too uncommon for you to see the little white-socked sweethearts hanging around these days.
Ha! Hanging around! Oh dear, I really, /really/ shouldn't laugh. But seeing them hooked on the rusted nails, or parts of them lying around or in some creation's mouth is quite amusing really. Children are supposed to be the innocent little saviours of the world... how some things change.
She must be getting closer by now. Oh well... time to play the good guy, I suppose.
I don't know how I'm going to keep a straight face though.
End
Author: Emerald Embers
Fandom: Silent Hill 3
Type: Gen
Rating: R. Granted, there's nothing sexual, but... it's violent and seriously disturbing. I wouldn't want my 12 year old brother reading it, anyway ^_^.
Characters: Vincent
Disclaimer: Konami own the Silent Hill series and its characters, thank GOD, because I would NOT want Dahlia Gillespie turning up on my doorstep one day. This is a fan-work, I'm making no money off this, and no copyright infringements are intended.
Notes: Any more fics like this and I may turn up to an asylum voluntarily. All fifteen minutes used ^_^. Oh, and I apologise for the gender-confused God. I can't get used to the fact in the first two games Samael is referred to as a 'he', but in the third is generally a 'she' if I remember... ack. Spoilers for Silent Hill 3... my apologies, England got the game early :).
I shouldn't laugh. It's terribly cruel of me to be so amused by this whole sorry mess.
But seriously, this really is... hilarious. For the mother of God, Heather has behaved so predictably it is quite hysterical. Thankfully, she has been hurling herself into danger so willingly that Dahlia Gillespie's plans are on the verge of unravelling any moment now. The girl should never have been born - not this early. She's quite a darling so it's a pity she'll have to die, but these things happen.
Mind you, having watched the power of Samael growing has been absolutely fascinating. I've had the luck to see a few people changing with the power, but I'm still cursing not being around to watch that mall fall under its spell. Just imagine it, standing in the middle, completely unaffected as the daft little civilians going about their everyday business start becoming the beautiful creatures of the underworld. Oh, they /hate/ it, they scream and run away as their skin starts blistering, peeling, puckering and crawling into new formations... it must be quite exquisitely painful. If only they understood how wonderful they appear as otherworldly creatures, masses of flesh and bone that never occupied the world before our God became involved. The floors get matted with blood and hair; and the stench, by Samael, it takes your breath away and brings tears to your eyes.
Beautiful, really, if you know how to look at everything. I've had enough experience. Claudia thinks God is responsible for the way everything looks as our world grows more influenced by him, but she doesn't understand that the shapes, the actual physical make-up of things, are not his responsibility. Some people are unaffected by his touch - the pure, the innocent, the brain-dead. Thankfully such boring people are blissfully rare, and more children are aware of this world than there were at the beginning. They used to escape its touch constantly, even to the point where they couldn't see the changes going on /right around them/. But now the little curious ones who've read too many books or watched too many movies are falling under its grasp... it's not too uncommon for you to see the little white-socked sweethearts hanging around these days.
Ha! Hanging around! Oh dear, I really, /really/ shouldn't laugh. But seeing them hooked on the rusted nails, or parts of them lying around or in some creation's mouth is quite amusing really. Children are supposed to be the innocent little saviours of the world... how some things change.
She must be getting closer by now. Oh well... time to play the good guy, I suppose.
I don't know how I'm going to keep a straight face though.
End