Miles Edgeworth (defyingxgravity) wrote in sh_chaos, @ 2009-04-09 16:06:00 |
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Current location: | Silent Hill? |
Current mood: | amused |
Current music: | Soldier's Order |
Entry tags: | dreams, henry, pain, tears, walter |
Fiction.
Title: The Horrifying Second Dream
By: Alex C
Rating: Mature
Description: In the second dream, Henry is confused as emotions flare up and tears come to him. So much he doesn't know.
Pairing: M/M
Disclaimer: All characters and places are property of Konami.
Dream Observation Two:
After I woke up that day, I paced about the room and tried to come to my senses. The feeling of having his lips up against mine where still there. All that next day, I felt the lips upon mine. I can say one thing is for sure, I don’t think my mind is playing tricks on me… My next dream I just had made my body feel so light. Yet, it was just disgusting… Let me explain.
It begins within the forest near where I believe the notes told me is the old Orphanage. I’m around the trees and minding my own business. It stinks of the stench of blood as usual. It’s not the only smell in the air. Frankly, I can smell the scent of fresh rain. The fog is like a veil of white purity or mystery along the grounds. You can never tell where and which way you are going. The forest is filled with the sounds of crickets and birds. Loud yet to a dull roar. I wonder where he’ll take me on this journey. I watch where I stepped along the ground. Who knew what tricks were placed upon the ground?
I walk along until a torch that was lit is presented to me. There was my light I carried around as I looked about. Blood and maybe parts of animals were scattered about the ground. The sky is so cloudy… It feels like my head. Clouded and stuffed from different particles. If I closed my eyes, I could have sworn I saw fireflies dance around my body. I could hear children’s laughter and squeals. Little footsteps running along the forest ground beside and all over around me. Were they…? I didn’t see anyone around me when my eyes were open.
Could the sounds of the children be memories or even…ghosts? It is possible. This is Walter’s doing though. Who knows what he did to the children? I couldn’t speak so soon… I don’t know for sure what has happened here. I feel touches along my pants and hands. Children’s hands touching and tugging along my form. I felt rather depressed at the moment, as I could not see the poor things. Were they victims of his? I would be so furious and unable to even comprehend most correct actions. I wanted to live through the dream, not die in it. The sounds of children crying could be heard close by. I had to step through this fence. And then walk along an outside part to get to the entrance that surrounded the building. Wish House? It sounded more like Death House to me.
Now the sounds of a ruler smacking against a table or desk could be heard well. An angry voice filled the air of a woman yelling at a child. The other voice sounded so scared and hurt. A little boy’s voice called out ‘I won’t run far this time! I promise! I just want to see my mom!’ The teacher smacks the ruler or object down again and growls. I could barely make out what she said. ‘Study the Bible and you will be rewarded…’ I wanted to say something, speak up. But you know… this is only a dream. I watched in silence at the window as the boy sat there in tears and kept his face within the odd bible. You know the feeling of wanting to help? I wished I could just reach out and hold the boy. A little love goes a long way.
A voice whispers behind me now as I watch within the window at the boy. ‘That boy… Isn’t he so tormented? You want to help him, don’t you?’ The voice is recognized, as Walter’s own. I didn’t turn to face the man, I only watched in sadness at the boy. Tears ran down his cheeks and I could have sworn at that moment, it began to rain again. The chilling rain soaks my body now. I mouthed the words ‘Who is that boy?’ I only get silence, as I am the only one there. Why is he bringing me into this? Isn’t this his life? The boy weeps and tears drench the pages in the book. ‘I am determined to find you, mom.’ The boy whispers to his self. I can hear it clearly though… I felt hurt inside like the boy did. You could tell that he had been beaten a few good times. Why was he placed in such a cruel place?
‘My hands are bruised and my body numb. My mind is made up…’ Walter whispers to me within my left ear. What did he mean by that? He was behind me, and this was a little boy. He couldn’t be the kid… Right? Arms wrap around my waist the next minute and I find myself in this awkward hold. It could have been an embrace. My cheeks were tented pink as I stood in his hold. ‘What is going on?’ I murmured to him quietly. Fingers curl around my chin and he tips my head up. His darker colored hues stare down into my eyes like daggers. Walter seems a bit more stern and serious in actions here. ‘You don’t believe me?’ My lips tremble as I try to speak but fumble with words. What if I said something wrong to offend him? ‘I’m…sorry…. W-want to explain to me?’ I barely got those words out to him. Walter snorts and his hold intensifies around my body. ‘Look a bit closer and hear a little more, though really listen.’ I tried to do as he said and then it dawned on me…
Walter… It was Walter only…he was a boy here. Now I really felt confused. I wanted to break down and hold him. The other part told me he was a bloody killer who was out for blood. Hazel eyes welled up with tears as I stare up to him at an awkward position. He did not move nor speak for the longest time. Walter just watched me. ‘You shed tears out of pity? Wish House was more than some little orphanage, Henry…’ He said to me to break the silence. Walter takes me and turns my form to face his now. Eyes gazing into my own… He takes my tears into his mouth. I watched as he lapped each tear up and savored the taste. Walter… What are you doing to me? ‘Why?’ That is all I could get out. That one little question. It could answer a whole lot for me. ‘I wanted to see my mom…’ He responds to my question. It didn’t light up things any. ‘The…’ I started but he hushed my words with his index finger.
He covers my eyes and the next thing I knew, I was somewhere else. My heart jumped into my throat as I looked about. Bodies of…children… All over the place! Dead bodies! Only…children! Walter forced me to watch the brutal spectacle of the torture room within the Water Prison. The little boy gets put in front of the grinder with its huge blades. He couldn’t even move or scream. The child was too frightened to even run… There was a rounded man who was bald and had to supervise this… This is a sick act! ‘Walter! Why!’ I cried out to him in demands to know. The boy’s body begins to get ripped to shreds as blood splatters along my cheeks and face. The body literally is torn in half and then when nothing much is left, the body is thrown into the water down below. Blood seeps to the surface as only a shirt is seen floating. ‘WHY! GOD! Why did you make me watch!’ Tears stream down my cheeks in pain and anger. Walter only watched my reactions.
Arms wrap around my form once more and he begins to sway with me in his arms. I don’t understand why. He begins to hum a little tune he probably picked up while being in that orphanage. My heart skips so many beats that I couldn’t count or keep the count of it. Eyes flutter shut while I stay in his hold in a lulled state. Tears continued to stream along my cheeks while I kept eyes shut. Walter spun around with me in hand. ‘That is what happened to those who did not do as the instructors told. I was put in the prison. I had to do something to survive… You’re surviving…’ Walter spoke to me softly at first like you would to a child. ‘I had to do all to get where I am now.’ He whispers to me. Lips once again touch my own in a gentle brush. Arms keep me in this awkward embrace. Walter… I feel your pain but I cannot defend you anymore after you have killed. I understood parts and pieces of this…
‘Were you given happiness in a bottle, Henry? Life is given to you for free. You see…only parts of my life.’ Walter whispered to me sternly while holding me to his chest. He smelt of stale blood and dirt. The man just held me up against him for the longest time. I knew my insides were on fire… Desires come and go. Tears would not stop rolling down my cheeks. ‘God… I really am sorry for your pain. I feel your hurt. But it doesn’t make up for what you did after!’ I yelled to him in a hoarse voice. Walter laughs and gives a snort of disdain to that. ‘You not seeing correctly… Pity and then disgust. You better wise up, Henry Townshend. Things will begin to creep in and swallow you up. I plan to get mother back and maybe a little more. Cooperate.’ Walter scolds me and begins to squeeze my form. He is rather strong, I can tell for sure now. He shakes my form as he gets those words out at me. It worries me a bit to the chilled side.
I’m afraid he’s going to strike me down here. But in his words…I think it may come later. Walter, why? I cried out in terror rising up in a sitting position. ‘WHAT HAVE I DONE!’ I realize…I’m awake now. I woke up from the dream… Where he had been dancing around in that torture room at the end… I have witnessed a death of a child. Was THAT real? Did it truly happen? Head meeting hands, I cry into them. Oh god… I could smell the scent of dried blood. What freaked me out the worst was I noticed blood on my hands from my face. But…I looked again and it was nothing. ‘No… Walter, this has to end.’ I whimpered in tears. The voice called to me from within the room ‘It will when she is awake, Henry…’ And like the wind, the voice was gone. I sat there for the longest time in tears.
End of Dream Two.