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Nachtmahr, pt. 6
Fandoms: Watchmen/Silent Hill
Title: Nachtmahr (6/6)
Rating: R
Warnings: violence, gore, horror, suicidal intent
Characters/Pairings: Adrian, Jon, Eddie
Disclaimer: Watchmen belongs to Mr. Moore and Mr. Gibbons. The Silent Hill franchise is property of Konami.
Summary: Everyone must pay a price
Previous chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5
Author's note: The End. Thank you to everyone who read along! Atonements shall be made in form of fluff.
Eyes wide, wild, Adrian watched the figure materialize in the middle of the room. Instead of appearing in the blink of an eye, this time, Jon materialized slowly, like blood oozing from a shallow wound, bones, flesh and skin putting themselves together to finally form something akin to a human body. Maybe it was because of all of the disfigured creatures he had seen during the last few hours, but for the first time, Adrian noticed just how alien and, in fact, disconcerting Jon's appearance was. The superhuman was regarding him with an expressionless face, small red dots dancing in his eyes like dying stars.
“Jon? I... I thought you had left earth, never to return.”
“I have.”
“You have to get us out of here!” Adrian did not even try to keep the pleading, the sheer desperation out of his voice. He was beyond trying to uphold appearances now, the town having stripped his soul naked and raw. “Dan and Laurie, they're upstairs... it means to kill us!”
“I can't.”
“What do you mean, you can't?” For a moment, Adrian was aghast, staring wide-eyed at the figure standing in front of him. But then, fear and survival instinct turned into anger, and he clenched his fists, snarling. “Don't give me that speech about just being a puppet in a play. You can do anything you want. You can create life, so don't tell me you can't save it!”
Jon seemed completely unimpressed by Adrian's anger. Cocking his head to the side, he regarded Adrian curiously. “This is not about what I can or cannot do, Adrian. It never was. Haven't you realized?”
“Then what is this about? Tell me!” Adrian's voice had risen until he was almost screaming. “Is this about revenge? That's what it is about, isn't it.” A humorless, barking laugh escaped him. “Everyone must pay a price. That's what the note said. And this is my price, hm? You lured me here, and you're going to let me get torn to pieces to get back at me. For putting you in a position where all your powers were worthless, where even the goddamn superhuman couldn't do anything. That's low, Jon. That's really low. I guess you're still more human than you like to think you are.”
“I did not lure you anywhere, Adrian. You went here on your own.”
“I went here because I had to!” Now Adrian was shouting, his finger pointing at Jon's chest. “I went here because I got that diary. I went here because of the dreams. I had to, because...” There, Adrian faltered. Because of what? Because he had wanted to keep his secret safe? He could have done that from his office in New York. He had planned for an eventuality like this, after all. He had planned for everything. Because of the dreams? The dreams had been a warning to stay away. Night after night, they had warned him of this town. Any sane person would have stayed miles away from a place that induced such nightmares.
But not him. He had come here even though he had known it was a bad idea. He had come here because he had known that.
“It's all about you, Adrian. It always has been.” Jon's voice was almost soothing, but there was a hint of derision there. Or was that just his own mind, supplying emotion where there was, in fact, none?
“No,” Adrian said, shaking his head almost violently, “no, no. This is not about me. This is about the people in this town, and what they did. They thought this, this thing, their god, that it would turn earth into paradise, but all they did was unleash hell. They sacrificed innocent children...”
Adrian could feel panic rising in his throat again, and he turned around, meaning to head for the door he had come through, but the door had vanished. There was nothing but twisted wire and rusty metal sheets behind him. Which could not be, no, he had probably just moved away from the door while talking to Jon. His eyes cast around for the door, a door, any kind of way out of here, but there was none.
“Let me out of here!” With a yell, Adrian rushed towards Jon, ready to strike him, his fist lashing out, and the next moment, Adrian felt as if his hand was sinking into molten lava. His flesh, his very bones felt like they were on fire, the pain shooting up his arm, and he yanked his fist back. He had expected his hand to be charred to the bone, fingers bending like crippled talons, just like in the pictures of the people who had been unfortunate enough to be at the event horizon of the explosions, where the energy didn't disintegrate their bodies, but rather burned them, turned them into charred husks. But his hand was fine, the skin not even reddened.
“Stop this, Adrian. You know that it is no use.” Jon gave him a smile, sad and knowing and full of pity, and vanished, leaving Adrian alone.
He was completely, utterly alone. Dan and Laurie were somewhere in this building, or maybe they were miles away, in another world entirely. It did not matter. He was alone, trapped in this world of fear, horror and pain. Slowly, Adrian let himself sink to the floor, until he was sitting on the iron grating, fire underneath him and rusted metal at his back. There was no door, no ladder, no hatch to climb through. No way out but one.
Adrian regarded the gun in his hand with an almost curious detachment. He had never liked guns, or weapons of any kind, seeing them as things that created more problems than they solved. And here he was, with one of them as the only solution to the dilemma he faced. Oh, of course, he could sit and wait and hope that at some point, someone would come along and rescue him. But that would be silly, pathetic and most of all futile. Adrian Veidt was the smartest man in the world, and as such, he knew when he had been beaten.
A shot through the head, right though the brainstem, and this would be over in a second. Leaning his head back, Adrian closed his eyes and raised the gun to his mouth.
There was a scraping noise from the opposite corner of the room.
Adrian opened one eye, and was not at all surprised to see Eddie standing there. Covered in blood, his head encased in that hideous metal pyramid, but still unmistakably Eddie.
“Have you come to gloat?” Adrian's voice held a measure of cynicism, but mostly, he just sounded tired, even to his own ears. “Or do you want to finish me off yourself? Take revenge for me throwing you out of the window back then? I'm not sorry for that, you know. I'm sorry for a lot of things that were necessary, but not for that. You got what you deserved.”
Adrian's mouth twitched into a small smile, and he put the gun down and spread his hands: “Come on, then. There's nothing you can do to me that is worse than what you already did.”
At that, the creature that had once been Edward Blake began to lurch forward, dragging its impossibly huge sword, its tip scraping over the metal floor and causing it to trail little sparks. Its feet were almost touching Adrian's before it stopped, and took a moment to stare at him.
With a loud, hollow clank, the sword dropped to the ground. Raising his hands, Eddie pulled off the iron mask, finally revealing his face, and for a moment, Adrian recoiled. Eddie's face and scalp had been almost ripped to shreds, slivers of white bone shining through the mass of bloodied,torn flesh. One of his eyes was missing, but the other regarded Adrian with a terrible pity.
“Everyone must pay a price, Adrian.”
It was the last thing Adrian heard before his world turned black, his own screams and moans echoing back endlessly from the spiked iron encasing his head.
Title: Nachtmahr (6/6)
Rating: R
Warnings: violence, gore, horror, suicidal intent
Characters/Pairings: Adrian, Jon, Eddie
Disclaimer: Watchmen belongs to Mr. Moore and Mr. Gibbons. The Silent Hill franchise is property of Konami.
Summary: Everyone must pay a price
Previous chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5
Author's note: The End. Thank you to everyone who read along! Atonements shall be made in form of fluff.
Eyes wide, wild, Adrian watched the figure materialize in the middle of the room. Instead of appearing in the blink of an eye, this time, Jon materialized slowly, like blood oozing from a shallow wound, bones, flesh and skin putting themselves together to finally form something akin to a human body. Maybe it was because of all of the disfigured creatures he had seen during the last few hours, but for the first time, Adrian noticed just how alien and, in fact, disconcerting Jon's appearance was. The superhuman was regarding him with an expressionless face, small red dots dancing in his eyes like dying stars.
“Jon? I... I thought you had left earth, never to return.”
“I have.”
“You have to get us out of here!” Adrian did not even try to keep the pleading, the sheer desperation out of his voice. He was beyond trying to uphold appearances now, the town having stripped his soul naked and raw. “Dan and Laurie, they're upstairs... it means to kill us!”
“I can't.”
“What do you mean, you can't?” For a moment, Adrian was aghast, staring wide-eyed at the figure standing in front of him. But then, fear and survival instinct turned into anger, and he clenched his fists, snarling. “Don't give me that speech about just being a puppet in a play. You can do anything you want. You can create life, so don't tell me you can't save it!”
Jon seemed completely unimpressed by Adrian's anger. Cocking his head to the side, he regarded Adrian curiously. “This is not about what I can or cannot do, Adrian. It never was. Haven't you realized?”
“Then what is this about? Tell me!” Adrian's voice had risen until he was almost screaming. “Is this about revenge? That's what it is about, isn't it.” A humorless, barking laugh escaped him. “Everyone must pay a price. That's what the note said. And this is my price, hm? You lured me here, and you're going to let me get torn to pieces to get back at me. For putting you in a position where all your powers were worthless, where even the goddamn superhuman couldn't do anything. That's low, Jon. That's really low. I guess you're still more human than you like to think you are.”
“I did not lure you anywhere, Adrian. You went here on your own.”
“I went here because I had to!” Now Adrian was shouting, his finger pointing at Jon's chest. “I went here because I got that diary. I went here because of the dreams. I had to, because...” There, Adrian faltered. Because of what? Because he had wanted to keep his secret safe? He could have done that from his office in New York. He had planned for an eventuality like this, after all. He had planned for everything. Because of the dreams? The dreams had been a warning to stay away. Night after night, they had warned him of this town. Any sane person would have stayed miles away from a place that induced such nightmares.
But not him. He had come here even though he had known it was a bad idea. He had come here because he had known that.
“It's all about you, Adrian. It always has been.” Jon's voice was almost soothing, but there was a hint of derision there. Or was that just his own mind, supplying emotion where there was, in fact, none?
“No,” Adrian said, shaking his head almost violently, “no, no. This is not about me. This is about the people in this town, and what they did. They thought this, this thing, their god, that it would turn earth into paradise, but all they did was unleash hell. They sacrificed innocent children...”
Adrian could feel panic rising in his throat again, and he turned around, meaning to head for the door he had come through, but the door had vanished. There was nothing but twisted wire and rusty metal sheets behind him. Which could not be, no, he had probably just moved away from the door while talking to Jon. His eyes cast around for the door, a door, any kind of way out of here, but there was none.
“Let me out of here!” With a yell, Adrian rushed towards Jon, ready to strike him, his fist lashing out, and the next moment, Adrian felt as if his hand was sinking into molten lava. His flesh, his very bones felt like they were on fire, the pain shooting up his arm, and he yanked his fist back. He had expected his hand to be charred to the bone, fingers bending like crippled talons, just like in the pictures of the people who had been unfortunate enough to be at the event horizon of the explosions, where the energy didn't disintegrate their bodies, but rather burned them, turned them into charred husks. But his hand was fine, the skin not even reddened.
“Stop this, Adrian. You know that it is no use.” Jon gave him a smile, sad and knowing and full of pity, and vanished, leaving Adrian alone.
He was completely, utterly alone. Dan and Laurie were somewhere in this building, or maybe they were miles away, in another world entirely. It did not matter. He was alone, trapped in this world of fear, horror and pain. Slowly, Adrian let himself sink to the floor, until he was sitting on the iron grating, fire underneath him and rusted metal at his back. There was no door, no ladder, no hatch to climb through. No way out but one.
Adrian regarded the gun in his hand with an almost curious detachment. He had never liked guns, or weapons of any kind, seeing them as things that created more problems than they solved. And here he was, with one of them as the only solution to the dilemma he faced. Oh, of course, he could sit and wait and hope that at some point, someone would come along and rescue him. But that would be silly, pathetic and most of all futile. Adrian Veidt was the smartest man in the world, and as such, he knew when he had been beaten.
A shot through the head, right though the brainstem, and this would be over in a second. Leaning his head back, Adrian closed his eyes and raised the gun to his mouth.
There was a scraping noise from the opposite corner of the room.
Adrian opened one eye, and was not at all surprised to see Eddie standing there. Covered in blood, his head encased in that hideous metal pyramid, but still unmistakably Eddie.
“Have you come to gloat?” Adrian's voice held a measure of cynicism, but mostly, he just sounded tired, even to his own ears. “Or do you want to finish me off yourself? Take revenge for me throwing you out of the window back then? I'm not sorry for that, you know. I'm sorry for a lot of things that were necessary, but not for that. You got what you deserved.”
Adrian's mouth twitched into a small smile, and he put the gun down and spread his hands: “Come on, then. There's nothing you can do to me that is worse than what you already did.”
At that, the creature that had once been Edward Blake began to lurch forward, dragging its impossibly huge sword, its tip scraping over the metal floor and causing it to trail little sparks. Its feet were almost touching Adrian's before it stopped, and took a moment to stare at him.
With a loud, hollow clank, the sword dropped to the ground. Raising his hands, Eddie pulled off the iron mask, finally revealing his face, and for a moment, Adrian recoiled. Eddie's face and scalp had been almost ripped to shreds, slivers of white bone shining through the mass of bloodied,torn flesh. One of his eyes was missing, but the other regarded Adrian with a terrible pity.
“Everyone must pay a price, Adrian.”
It was the last thing Adrian heard before his world turned black, his own screams and moans echoing back endlessly from the spiked iron encasing his head.
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still don't feel guilty about eddie?
With Eddie, it was personal, they've worked together, and part of Ozy knew why Eddie is the way he is.
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That is very lovely. And the whole thing was vivid and delirious -- what a horrible ending! Great work. Thank you!
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Poor Adrian, I wish Jon had saved them!
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