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Nachtmahr, pt. 4
Fandoms: Watchmen/Silent Hill
Title: Nachtmahr (4/6)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: rape, violence, gore, horror
Characters/Pairings: Adrian, Pyramid Head (Eddie)
Disclaimer: Watchmen belongs to Mr. Moore and Mr. Gibbons. The Silent Hill franchise is property of Konami.
Summary: Trying to find Dan and Laurie, Adrian wanders into Silent Hill's church, where he finds more clues about the mysterious cult that has haunted the town's past. Pyramid Head reveals his true face.
Previous chapters: 1, 2, 3
Carefully, as if he didn't trust his legs to carry his own weight, Adrian stood up, leaning against the wall for support. He was caught in a nightmare. There was no rational explanation for this, no way his mind could explain what was happening without having to resort to the supernatural. But whatever the explanation, he had to get out of here, or he would die. Of that much he was sure, surer than he had ever been of anything before.
Dan and Laurie. He had to find them, warn them. If they were still alive, that was, and after what he had just experienced, he wasn't so sure. Adrian cast around the gloom for his flashlight, which he had dropped the moment the swordsman had taken his first swing at him. It had hit the floor and rolled against the wall, and Adrian hoped that it was still working.
He had to shake it once, but then, the beam flickered into existence again, giving him at least a little light to go by. He had no idea where he should be looking for them. He couldn't just search at random – even in a small town like Silent Hill, the chance that he would just run into them was minuscule at best.
They were looking for Sally. Where would they start? Public buildings. The police station, the hospital, the church, the town hall. Places where someone who wanted to be found would take refuge. He knew that the church was just a few streets over, and that he would pass it anyway if he wanted to cross the river into the central part of town, where the hospital and the police station were located. Adrian no longer doubted his uncanny knowledge of the town's layout. If this was really his nightmare come to life, well, he had been here often enough.
Looking over his shoulder in the direction he had come from, Adrian decided he would take the direct route through the enclosed schoolyard instead of going back the way he had come. He didn't feel like passing by the men's room. Just in case one of the creatures was still alive. Then again, maybe they had vanished along with the swordsman and his army of insects. Somehow, neither possibility seemed appealing.
Before he left the school through the creaking double doors, Adrian checked the clip in his pistol. He still had a few rounds left. Hopefully, they would be enough to see him through this horror.
Adrian had almost reached the intersection at which the church stood when he once again saw a shadow move in the fog in front of him. Halting, he squinted, trying to bring it into focus, but the tendrils of fog seemed to move around it almost as if they were alive themselves, hiding the exact shape of its outline from Adrian's gaze. The only thing he could make out for sure was that it was an animal. It seemed to have stopped moving the moment he had, standing completely still, blocking his path.
He took a step towards it, and the animal gave a low, rumbling growl in warning. Another step, and the growl grew louder, making him stop in his tracks again. Adrian took a step to the side, and the animal mirrored his movement. It didn't seem aggressive, just... watchful. And it didn't seem inclined to move out of his way on its own.
Taking a quick step towards the creature, Adrian yelled at it, causing it to flinch back slightly. Flinch, but not budge.
Why was it standing in his way? He needed to get to the church. He didn't have time for this. Of course, he could always go back to the last intersection and just go around it, but Adrian had a growing feeling that the animal would just follow him, like it seemed to have been doing since he had arrived in Silent Hill.
That left him with only one option. Holding the light steady in the direction of the animal, Adrian took out the gun, leveling it at the creature, which gave a slight growl. Steeling himself, he pulled the trigger.
The bullet hit its mark right in front of the animal's paws, the noise of gunfire echoing through the empty streets alongside the animal's howl of alarm. Before Adrian could shoot again, the creature turned and vanished back into the fog it had come from.
Silent Hill's church was small, yet imposing, sitting on a patch of raised ground right at the intersection of two streets. Steps led up to its large front doors, which were set slightly back into its stone facade. Hearing a noise, Adrian looked up and saw a number of crows sitting on the roof as well as perching on the large wrought-iron cross that crowned it. They were flapping their wings, hopping about and cawing, their high-up perch keeping them out of the worst of the fog. After all the monstrosities and strange creatures he had encountered, the sight of those ordinary birds almost made Adrian breathe a sigh of relief.
The doors of the church were unlocked, moving almost soundlessly. Slipping inside, Adrian took a few moments to survey the churches' interior. Like its outward face, the inside of the church was simple, yet imposing, the dark wood and wrought iron giving it a sombre, almost gothic feel. Rows of pews faced the altar on the other side of the room, and next to the doors, a small staircase led up to a gallery that ran around the whole room.
Walking past the rows of pews, Adrian climbed the three steps that took him up to the altar and the lectern standing next to it. Seeing that the lectern still held a large, leather-bound book, Adrian furrowed his brow. It was strange enough that the priest would have simply left what Adrian assumed to be the town bible behind when he had left, but what was even stranger was the absence of dust on the pages of the book. The floor, the pews, the altar, everything in this church, this whole town, was covered by a fine layer of dust that seemed almost like ashes, but the book was clean, as if someone had put it there only a short time before Adrian had walked through the door.
Putting the flashlight down on the altar so that its beam would illuminate the pages, Adrian began leafing through the book. At first glance, it seemed to be a bible like any other, but it quickly became apparent that somebody had been inserting pages and whole chapters containing what seemed to be a different theology alltogether into the book. It was rather reminiscent of what he had read in that book he had found at the Historical Society, talking of old gods, sacrifices, and the transformation of this world into a paradise for the righteous and the believers. The further Adrian read, the more ghoulish the inserted texts became. He had heard his share of fanatic preachers, talking of fire and brimstone or of slaughtering the unbelievers, but none of them had ever been as graphic in their descriptions of what would happen as the scribe of this cult was. To Adrian, their heaven sounded more like hell on earth, a prison of lies made out of the bones of those who would perish in bringing it about. It sounded a bit like the other Silent Hill, that vision of fire, rust and horrors he had just witnesses, and for a moment, he wondered if maybe the cult had actually achieved its goal of resurrecting the old god without anyone outside of the town noticing.
Snapping the book shut, Adrian turned away from the twisted ideas within. He would take a short look around the gallery, just to be sure, and then leave this place. It was giving him the creeps, and after everything that had happened, that was saying something. Maybe it was because he couldn't shake the feeling that he was being watched.
Walking around the gallery, the feeling intensified, making him shiver, the hair on the back of his neck standing up. Standing in front of the church organ, Adrian finally got the answer as to why. Tied to its high, massive pipes was a body, its torso and limbs wrapped in barbed wire that had ripped and torn into the dirty fatigues it was wearing, and was piercing the flesh underneath. Its face and eyes were hidden underneath a gas mask reminiscent of those worn during World War II.
And then, just before the sirens once again began to wail, the body moved. At first, Adrian though it was just his mind playing tricks on him, but no, it was moving, slow and sluggish at first, then struggling against its terrible bonds in earnest, causing the barbs to sink deeper into its flesh. Adrian recoiled in horror, grasping the gallery's railing for support. With a sick, ripping sound, the monstrosity tore one of its arms free, flailing in Adrian's direction as if it wanted to claw at him, the masked face turning towards him, looking at him with its huge, insect-like eyes.
Fear flooded through Adrian's bones like an icy tide, and he turned and ran, down the stairs and through the doors, slamming them behind himself, leaning against them with his back, as if he feared the thing would break free and come after him, only to realize he had traded one face of hell for the other. All around him, the landscape was peeling away like so much old skin, revealing the hellish structure that lay underneath Silent Hill's seemingly dead exterior. The sky was now swarming with crows, and at the foot of the steps to the church stood the swordsman, his terrible weapon raised and pointing in Adrian's direction. Then, slinging the great knife on his shoulder, he advanced, unhurried, and at that moment, Adrian realized whom the monster reminded him of. The stance, the relaxed, almost amused calmness while around him, chaos and bloodshed reigned...
“Blake?” It was only a whisper, and he couldn't have heard it, not with the noise and underneath that terrifying iron helmet, but he still stopped in his tracks, once again making that curious rasping sound that seemed to echo all around Adrian.
Then, the thing that might have once been the Comedian was moving again, coming ever closer, and his survival instinct was screaming at Adrian to run, run, but his body wouldn't obey him, instead shrinking against the wooden doors behind him. In a movement that was way too fast for someone wielding such a huge weapon, Blake raised the sword off his shoulder and thrust it forward.
For a moment, Adrian felt confused about the fact that he was still alive. There should have been pain and blood as the great knife pierced his guts, but instead, Blake had thrust the weapon through the heavy doors. Why? Not a second later, Adrian heard a blood-curdling scream from behind him, the death wail of some unfortunate creature that was now impaled on the tip of Blake's sword.
Before Adrian could think about why on earth or in hell Blake should have wanted to protect him from what had been behind the door, the man's hand was around his throat, squeezing, lifting him up until his feet were kicking in the air, his hands clawing at Blake's wrist. There was a low moan from underneath the helmet, half pain, half something else, and Adrian doubled his efforts, fingers tearing at the monster's skin, lashing out with his feet in hopes of hitting something, anything.
The back of his head collided with the door, and for a moment, Adrian's world went black. When his senses returned, his face was pressed against the wood, an inhumanly strong hand holding his neck in a painful grip, holding him still while the other was tearing at his clothes.
Struggling with all the strength he had left, Adrian almost managed to break free, but Blake's fist smashing into his spine sent his world spinning into agony once again. His pitiful whimpers turned into a rasping scream as Blake thrust into him, tearing, his fingers bruising Adrian's hips. Adrian had never considered himself a believer, but now he was praying for darkness, oblivion, for himself to wake up, anything to end the pain and humiliation.
He almost didn't hear the siren above his screams and the creature's hollow moans, but the moment they reached him, he was released, dropped like a toy at the end of recess, and his tormentor walked away, his sword still embedded into one of the doors Adrian now curled up against, his face buried in his hands. Above him, the circling crows settled down on the roof of the church, looking down on the shroud of fog that once again covered the streets of Silent Hill.
Chapter 5
Title: Nachtmahr (4/6)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: rape, violence, gore, horror
Characters/Pairings: Adrian, Pyramid Head (Eddie)
Disclaimer: Watchmen belongs to Mr. Moore and Mr. Gibbons. The Silent Hill franchise is property of Konami.
Summary: Trying to find Dan and Laurie, Adrian wanders into Silent Hill's church, where he finds more clues about the mysterious cult that has haunted the town's past. Pyramid Head reveals his true face.
Previous chapters: 1, 2, 3
Carefully, as if he didn't trust his legs to carry his own weight, Adrian stood up, leaning against the wall for support. He was caught in a nightmare. There was no rational explanation for this, no way his mind could explain what was happening without having to resort to the supernatural. But whatever the explanation, he had to get out of here, or he would die. Of that much he was sure, surer than he had ever been of anything before.
Dan and Laurie. He had to find them, warn them. If they were still alive, that was, and after what he had just experienced, he wasn't so sure. Adrian cast around the gloom for his flashlight, which he had dropped the moment the swordsman had taken his first swing at him. It had hit the floor and rolled against the wall, and Adrian hoped that it was still working.
He had to shake it once, but then, the beam flickered into existence again, giving him at least a little light to go by. He had no idea where he should be looking for them. He couldn't just search at random – even in a small town like Silent Hill, the chance that he would just run into them was minuscule at best.
They were looking for Sally. Where would they start? Public buildings. The police station, the hospital, the church, the town hall. Places where someone who wanted to be found would take refuge. He knew that the church was just a few streets over, and that he would pass it anyway if he wanted to cross the river into the central part of town, where the hospital and the police station were located. Adrian no longer doubted his uncanny knowledge of the town's layout. If this was really his nightmare come to life, well, he had been here often enough.
Looking over his shoulder in the direction he had come from, Adrian decided he would take the direct route through the enclosed schoolyard instead of going back the way he had come. He didn't feel like passing by the men's room. Just in case one of the creatures was still alive. Then again, maybe they had vanished along with the swordsman and his army of insects. Somehow, neither possibility seemed appealing.
Before he left the school through the creaking double doors, Adrian checked the clip in his pistol. He still had a few rounds left. Hopefully, they would be enough to see him through this horror.
Adrian had almost reached the intersection at which the church stood when he once again saw a shadow move in the fog in front of him. Halting, he squinted, trying to bring it into focus, but the tendrils of fog seemed to move around it almost as if they were alive themselves, hiding the exact shape of its outline from Adrian's gaze. The only thing he could make out for sure was that it was an animal. It seemed to have stopped moving the moment he had, standing completely still, blocking his path.
He took a step towards it, and the animal gave a low, rumbling growl in warning. Another step, and the growl grew louder, making him stop in his tracks again. Adrian took a step to the side, and the animal mirrored his movement. It didn't seem aggressive, just... watchful. And it didn't seem inclined to move out of his way on its own.
Taking a quick step towards the creature, Adrian yelled at it, causing it to flinch back slightly. Flinch, but not budge.
Why was it standing in his way? He needed to get to the church. He didn't have time for this. Of course, he could always go back to the last intersection and just go around it, but Adrian had a growing feeling that the animal would just follow him, like it seemed to have been doing since he had arrived in Silent Hill.
That left him with only one option. Holding the light steady in the direction of the animal, Adrian took out the gun, leveling it at the creature, which gave a slight growl. Steeling himself, he pulled the trigger.
The bullet hit its mark right in front of the animal's paws, the noise of gunfire echoing through the empty streets alongside the animal's howl of alarm. Before Adrian could shoot again, the creature turned and vanished back into the fog it had come from.
Silent Hill's church was small, yet imposing, sitting on a patch of raised ground right at the intersection of two streets. Steps led up to its large front doors, which were set slightly back into its stone facade. Hearing a noise, Adrian looked up and saw a number of crows sitting on the roof as well as perching on the large wrought-iron cross that crowned it. They were flapping their wings, hopping about and cawing, their high-up perch keeping them out of the worst of the fog. After all the monstrosities and strange creatures he had encountered, the sight of those ordinary birds almost made Adrian breathe a sigh of relief.
The doors of the church were unlocked, moving almost soundlessly. Slipping inside, Adrian took a few moments to survey the churches' interior. Like its outward face, the inside of the church was simple, yet imposing, the dark wood and wrought iron giving it a sombre, almost gothic feel. Rows of pews faced the altar on the other side of the room, and next to the doors, a small staircase led up to a gallery that ran around the whole room.
Walking past the rows of pews, Adrian climbed the three steps that took him up to the altar and the lectern standing next to it. Seeing that the lectern still held a large, leather-bound book, Adrian furrowed his brow. It was strange enough that the priest would have simply left what Adrian assumed to be the town bible behind when he had left, but what was even stranger was the absence of dust on the pages of the book. The floor, the pews, the altar, everything in this church, this whole town, was covered by a fine layer of dust that seemed almost like ashes, but the book was clean, as if someone had put it there only a short time before Adrian had walked through the door.
Putting the flashlight down on the altar so that its beam would illuminate the pages, Adrian began leafing through the book. At first glance, it seemed to be a bible like any other, but it quickly became apparent that somebody had been inserting pages and whole chapters containing what seemed to be a different theology alltogether into the book. It was rather reminiscent of what he had read in that book he had found at the Historical Society, talking of old gods, sacrifices, and the transformation of this world into a paradise for the righteous and the believers. The further Adrian read, the more ghoulish the inserted texts became. He had heard his share of fanatic preachers, talking of fire and brimstone or of slaughtering the unbelievers, but none of them had ever been as graphic in their descriptions of what would happen as the scribe of this cult was. To Adrian, their heaven sounded more like hell on earth, a prison of lies made out of the bones of those who would perish in bringing it about. It sounded a bit like the other Silent Hill, that vision of fire, rust and horrors he had just witnesses, and for a moment, he wondered if maybe the cult had actually achieved its goal of resurrecting the old god without anyone outside of the town noticing.
Snapping the book shut, Adrian turned away from the twisted ideas within. He would take a short look around the gallery, just to be sure, and then leave this place. It was giving him the creeps, and after everything that had happened, that was saying something. Maybe it was because he couldn't shake the feeling that he was being watched.
Walking around the gallery, the feeling intensified, making him shiver, the hair on the back of his neck standing up. Standing in front of the church organ, Adrian finally got the answer as to why. Tied to its high, massive pipes was a body, its torso and limbs wrapped in barbed wire that had ripped and torn into the dirty fatigues it was wearing, and was piercing the flesh underneath. Its face and eyes were hidden underneath a gas mask reminiscent of those worn during World War II.
And then, just before the sirens once again began to wail, the body moved. At first, Adrian though it was just his mind playing tricks on him, but no, it was moving, slow and sluggish at first, then struggling against its terrible bonds in earnest, causing the barbs to sink deeper into its flesh. Adrian recoiled in horror, grasping the gallery's railing for support. With a sick, ripping sound, the monstrosity tore one of its arms free, flailing in Adrian's direction as if it wanted to claw at him, the masked face turning towards him, looking at him with its huge, insect-like eyes.
Fear flooded through Adrian's bones like an icy tide, and he turned and ran, down the stairs and through the doors, slamming them behind himself, leaning against them with his back, as if he feared the thing would break free and come after him, only to realize he had traded one face of hell for the other. All around him, the landscape was peeling away like so much old skin, revealing the hellish structure that lay underneath Silent Hill's seemingly dead exterior. The sky was now swarming with crows, and at the foot of the steps to the church stood the swordsman, his terrible weapon raised and pointing in Adrian's direction. Then, slinging the great knife on his shoulder, he advanced, unhurried, and at that moment, Adrian realized whom the monster reminded him of. The stance, the relaxed, almost amused calmness while around him, chaos and bloodshed reigned...
“Blake?” It was only a whisper, and he couldn't have heard it, not with the noise and underneath that terrifying iron helmet, but he still stopped in his tracks, once again making that curious rasping sound that seemed to echo all around Adrian.
Then, the thing that might have once been the Comedian was moving again, coming ever closer, and his survival instinct was screaming at Adrian to run, run, but his body wouldn't obey him, instead shrinking against the wooden doors behind him. In a movement that was way too fast for someone wielding such a huge weapon, Blake raised the sword off his shoulder and thrust it forward.
For a moment, Adrian felt confused about the fact that he was still alive. There should have been pain and blood as the great knife pierced his guts, but instead, Blake had thrust the weapon through the heavy doors. Why? Not a second later, Adrian heard a blood-curdling scream from behind him, the death wail of some unfortunate creature that was now impaled on the tip of Blake's sword.
Before Adrian could think about why on earth or in hell Blake should have wanted to protect him from what had been behind the door, the man's hand was around his throat, squeezing, lifting him up until his feet were kicking in the air, his hands clawing at Blake's wrist. There was a low moan from underneath the helmet, half pain, half something else, and Adrian doubled his efforts, fingers tearing at the monster's skin, lashing out with his feet in hopes of hitting something, anything.
The back of his head collided with the door, and for a moment, Adrian's world went black. When his senses returned, his face was pressed against the wood, an inhumanly strong hand holding his neck in a painful grip, holding him still while the other was tearing at his clothes.
Struggling with all the strength he had left, Adrian almost managed to break free, but Blake's fist smashing into his spine sent his world spinning into agony once again. His pitiful whimpers turned into a rasping scream as Blake thrust into him, tearing, his fingers bruising Adrian's hips. Adrian had never considered himself a believer, but now he was praying for darkness, oblivion, for himself to wake up, anything to end the pain and humiliation.
He almost didn't hear the siren above his screams and the creature's hollow moans, but the moment they reached him, he was released, dropped like a toy at the end of recess, and his tormentor walked away, his sword still embedded into one of the doors Adrian now curled up against, his face buried in his hands. Above him, the circling crows settled down on the roof of the church, looking down on the shroud of fog that once again covered the streets of Silent Hill.
Chapter 5
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Overall, <3 the stranger in the gas mask, and though this isn't the first time Blake's raped Veidt in fanfiction for this fandom, the way it's written in here really fits well with the story and Silent Hill universe.
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Thanks!
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re: pyramid headdie
"There was a low moan from underneath the helmet, half pain, half something else"
I bet even Eddie couldn't comprehend what that something else is, even if he still had his right mind.
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