Miles Edgeworth (defyingxgravity) wrote in sh_chaos, @ 2009-04-09 16:00:00 |
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Current location: | Silent Hill? |
Current mood: | amused |
Current music: | The Terminal Show |
Entry tags: | death, dreams, henry, torture, walter |
Fiction.
Title: Henry's Dream Observations: First Dream
By: Alex C
Rating: Mature
Description: His first dream comes and he watches Walter make others suffer as he does the ritual but not current. Past deaths that he has done. This one in the operation room at the hospital.
Pairing: M/M
Disclaimer: All characters and places are property of Konami.
Dream Observance 1:
I am writing down what I dream now. I don’t think the journal entries were even touching base for me. I can’t explain to others about these dreams in words. So the next best thing comes up for me. I’ll write down what I experienced in the dreams to this piece of paper. Walter is giving me one hell of a fright for my life in these dreams.
In this dream, it felt so real as all the others do. I stood in the darkness alone. I think a few minutes passed by as I stood there. This is a darkness I have yet to encounter. You thought midnight was hard to see in? This tops that. I begin to step forward into this darkness. Two or three steps of dark until a dim light begins to glow along where I move. The smell of dried blood was strong. It was to the point of sickeningly strong. Pretty bad. I walk along this room or was it a hall… I’m not so sure with just a dim light. But I walk cautiously along. Drops of some form of liquid drop along to the ground. I wonder what exactly could it be. You can’t tell unless you had a strong flashlight or a bright light on above.
In the distance, I could hear voices. A man and a woman talking back there… It sounds like the woman could be in distress. Her voice is rising to almost scream. The man seems so calm as he talks. He has this sort of touch to his voice I can’t explain it. That voice just sends chills down my back. I don’t want anyone to know I’m here. What if that man is a killer? What if it is Walter? I have my suspicions, and they happen to be strong. I want to look around the room… My curiosity is getting to me. I just whisper the word ‘Light’ and something brighter shines along the ceiling. I think the lights in this room or hall flickered on when I said that. It was so strange. But now I know where I am and what the drops of liquid are. …Hospital…and blood. I notice to my left torn body parts. Was that a human liver I just stepped on? Oh god… The smell.
I’m examining this room… I now recognize what it is. Operation room… Thrown heads to the side and parts of human skin along the ceiling. I have started to ignore the sounds of voices in the back. My interest has settled in this room I currently stand in. No longer do the smells and sights disgust me. I don’t know why I am so interested in all that is before me. I turn to the side as my eyes observe nine jars. Each had a human heart inside it. One jar, the tenth was still empty. What is going on! The main killer here was taking the hearts from his victims here? Was it a sick doctor? I suddenly freeze in position hearing an ear shattering scream come from down the hall. The woman was gagging now and crying for dear life. What is going on in that room? I can hear the sound of bones snap and the sound of this nasty wet sound being heard.
The man speaks once more as he takes an organ from where ever he got it from. Oh God… I now know what it is! I can hear it in my ears… The heart. The sound of a ‘drum’ beating inside my head… ‘Thank you for donating your heart to me!’ I heard the man exclaim to this woman’s dead corpse. Oh no! Footsteps are beginning to be heard coming down the hall. He’s heading this way! I’m in the room he needs to be in… Shit! Now my own heart is racing with the urge to flee. I don’t want to become one of his ‘donors’ for hearts. My mind is fogged over as blood fills my nostrils. I’m going to die… I know it! Gently now, I try to step to the side but that is when I slip on a spot of wet blood. I fall back as my back is the first to hit the ground with a heavy thud. My head goes next as I lay there looking at the bloody ceiling.
The next thing I could remember in my dream was this voice filling my head. It wasn’t too cold to me… ‘Wake up, Henry. You took a nasty spill. Let me put this heart in the jar and I’ll explain something to you.’ I knew who it was… That voice which whispers to me in my room. Walter! So this was his work… He was going around and killing people to take their hearts?! Did he work for the Black Market? My body feels light for some reason now. Walter had picked me up and was holding me. I still feel lightheaded and dazed, but my body… It feels light and I like his grip. I shouldn’t be so happy about that. ‘Here. I’ll place you on this medical bed. Excuse the blood on it. I was working.’ Walter talked to me as if he did nothing at all. My eyes made contact with his… He had beautiful eyes too. My lips were frozen shut but I wanted to speak to him.
So there I lay upon the blood stained bed he probably killed another person on. Hazel eyes dazed as I stare at him. Walter stands near the bed waving a hand to motion my gaze to the jars. I heard his words and voice clearly. ‘These are for my ritual. You are witnessing something no one else got to see. These are the ten hearts. Step one, Henry.’ I only barely managed to nod my head. Why was I nodding?! This man is a killer! Yet… I’m drawn to him for some reason. ‘Henry, are you afraid?’ Walter asked me then. I barely got the words out of my mouth then. I murmured to him… ‘Sort of.’ He just looked to me and laughed. I guess he found that amusing. I want to move and feel my body. I’m numb all over now. Walter begins to walk over to me and lean down close to where eyes meet on a level.
I don’t know what he’s about to do. I wanted to ask him so many questions. Mainly why was he bothering me. I wanted to know so much but that one saying got to me. Walter whispers to me before giving a smug look. ‘Henry, are you even paying attention to what I say? Listen to this…’ He moved his form to loom over mine then and I could feel his lips against my own. It felt nice actually, but that I could bear to be without for now. He whispered against my lips. ‘Are you ready for the next?’ I felt my heart rise within my throat. Walter, why are you scaring me? My mind was going blank as I lied there on the bed and eyes stare up at him… Staring at him…
The next thing I remembered was barely a kiss upon my lips before I woke up in a cold sweat along my bed. My chest heaved so hard like I had been running for miles and miles. I was…back in my room. But the dream felt so real! My lips still tingle with the touch of his upon my own. My back felt sore like I have been pushed up against a brick wall though. It couldn’t have been a dream. I would know for sure if I found fresh blood on my bed from my shirt. I dreaded to know if it was true. My mind raced with my heart as I move up to sit. Eyes focused barely along down at where I was laying. A spot of blood could be seen. My body shook fiercely. The bed sheets begin to fill with blood in my place in shape of a human body. I closed my eyes to rid my mind of the sight and when I finally opened them again, all…was gone. No blood.
That is the first of my horrifying dreams with him. I’ll record the next after I wake from it…