Miles Edgeworth (defyingxgravity) wrote in sh_chaos, @ 2009-04-09 16:45:00 |
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Current location: | Silent Hill? |
Current mood: | bitchy |
Current music: | None |
Entry tags: | dream, henry, horror, sexual, walter |
Fiction.
Title: Harsh and Unholy Seven
By: Alex C
Rating: Mature
Description: It seems we go back to when Wish House was first 'born'. We see the fate of those of this played. See how unholy the blood of the 'innocent' gets mixed here. Henry's in over his head again. As sad on Y!Gallery.
Pairing: M/M
Disclaimer: All characters and places are property of Konami.
Dream Observation Seven
Things are getting out of control like my body when I’m near him. I should be able to say no and push him away. That would be the logical thing to do. I’m worried about myself in each dream. He told me that things are part reality in those dreams. I believe it! I feel different factors from each dream that I’ve been having. I’ve seen the worst of the worst… I could be wrong; those are pretty bad though. I don’t think a doctor could help me on all that I have been through. People would call me crazy! I think those around my apartment already think so. Before I went to bed the other night, I noticed that while looking outside of my window I saw Richard. He happened to be cleaning a magnum. That man must love his guns… Or he felt rather insecure. Now, about the dream… I really wish that the Wish House place were never made. This dream confused me in a sense. I have no real clue about the cult that controlled the orphanage. However, I think Walter knows more.
Here goes nothing…
This is another dream dealing with the forest. I didn’t really like those kinds. Though sight seeing and nature walking was always fun. Though, this wouldn’t be like that. I begin out sitting along the ground under a light that flickers a bit. It’s on the verge of dying anyway. Unlike the other dreams, I’m not in the city now. My head feels fuzzy on the inside. I look up to the dark night sky rubbing my forehead of the feeling. My body feels so heavy right now but I pull myself up off the ground. I don’t know much of the forest around here. I only have heard rumors of the forest and it’s to be haunted of those that ran Wish House. I could sort of believe that. The air around me smells like fresh rain and dew. Crickets chirp their melody while I take a look around me.
Now I really begin to search around the forest grounds. I carefully walk along the grounds as I cross through a fence and travel along this odd area of cement and barrels. It looked like some kind of smuggling area. I walk quietly along pass that area while walking along to another gate. I go through and look about. Over to the side I can see a flash of a parked car that still was running. The lights were on and a door open. The flash of the image fades away and nothing is there now. ‘Huh? What was that?’ I whispered to myself, rubbing my forehead. Looking forward, I notice another gate but it had a bit more lighting from the inside. Could someone be there? There is no telling what is beyond those gates. My mind throbs as I hold my head. I was curious as to what is behind the gate.
I begin to walk as if my feet had a mind of their own. I didn’t stop myself however from coming closer. I suppose I would eventually find out but it's better now than later. Quietly I walk over to the gate and open the door to the other side. Now I was there… My eyes took on what happened to be two large boulders. What is this? It’s some kind of grounds. The boulders have these strange markings on them. I hope this wasn’t used with whatever happened to Walter. I noticed a boy up ahead carving something into a trunk of a tree. I realize whom it is now when I step closer. It’s the young Walter and from the looks of it, he’s carving something into this trunk. It seems to be parts of a diary.
I look there and he’s not there anymore. Nor were the markings along the tree there. Two images that I’ve seen yet now they’re not there. I looked back over to the boulders and look around at the lit torches along to give it light. There was an eerie feeling about this area… I walk along again out of this area and into another open part of the forest. This is the area I saw the younger Walter at. And in an earlier dream, here is where I heard children laughing and having fun. It now was a normal area and it felt normal like any other night would. I look around the area and see a wooden gate door not too far away. There happened to be a sign next to the door. I couldn’t quite make out the words yet. I pick up my pace and walk along to the sign. ‘Wish House Foundation. A happy place.’ That made me sick… Happy place my ass! It’s a terrible place!
I open the gate door and all seemed so new. It was like…it had just been built. In fact, it had just been built and now being used by those creeps. Walking inside, it looked like any other daycare would. But this was an odd orphanage… The walls had bright and happy pictures along the walls of the fence. Butterflies, grass on the ground, kites, and flowers. It had all that nicer things along the walls to look inviting. The building itself looked a bit inviting. It was new and clean. I saw a few men outside the building on the front porch. They happened to be wearing some kind of ceremonial robes and there was a certain symbol along the robes. ‘Hmm…’ I heard something snap behind me like a twig. There stood Walter behind me as he watched the men talk. ‘They’re disgusting pigs… Jimmy was no better than the rest of the deadbeats around here.’ He had such hate and resentment to these here. I guess I would too if I had to be put here for most of my childhood.
I watch the men and could barely hear what they were saying. I paid more attention to Walter while he stood there. ‘Who are they?’ I asked him while watching. My mind wanted to know what and who these men are. Walter steps out in front of me and points to the on the left. ‘That man is Jimmy Stone. He founded this hellhole of an orphanage. He and most of these others do come from Silent Hill. See the symbol… It’s the symbol of the Valtiel seet from the religious order. There are other seets but this one happened to take its place here.’ I give a nod while taking in the information. So Jimmy was the bastard who made and founded this place? Horrible. I sigh to myself while rubbing my forehead. Walter points over to the other man. ‘He’s George Rosten… He’s also a part of the seet. A priest to the Valtiel seet and right-hand man to Jimmy. They go together like birds of a feather. George always listens to Jimmy. Both pigs…’
Both of these men were in this together. No wonder Walter hated them. I would too if I had to be put in a place made by these two. Walter takes my hand and drags me to the front door of the building. ‘I get to show you what it is like inside here while it’s still in tact.’ That was a hint! I did hear it and take note mentally. Walking inside the place, I looked around. There was a little note board that had a pin in at the top and on the paper were the rules. I look over the rules and cringe. ‘Oh… They’re strict too.’ Walter nods to me before pointing to the table to the side over near the stairs. ‘You know who else came around? I’m sure you don’t.’ I blink and shrug my shoulders. So far it looked neat and nice… Though I’m sure looks are always deceiving. ‘Walter… Is this where you were born?’ I asked not knowing much. He gives a vicious look to me and points to the left. ‘There is a door to the lower area. It’s where the rituals are done.’
I shouldn’t have asked that… I didn’t know it would create a stir of emotions or anger. Then again, I already know that Walter hates this place. He hates these people as well with it. A man who never really knew a family and called an apartment his mother… Walter…I’m sorry. I begin to walk over to the side where there happened to be a table with two lit candles and a really odd ceremonial tablecloth. On it there was the Bible of theirs. THEIR bible… I begin to reach over and open to the first few pages to see what lies within the book. Walter watches me walk over and keeps his eyes on my form. I feel this tension that thrives through me. He’s waiting to see my expressions. He’s…keeping an eye on anything that will spark something in him. ‘I don’t know why these people had to be so odd. Their own Bible?’ I say to him while Walter gives a grin. ‘People suck. Different beliefs.’ It was rather harsh and snide of him. He had that tone in his voice.
He takes my wrist and slings me against the door that had a plate along it. I blink and the plate is gone. I could have sworn it had a word written on it. Walter seems a bit more hostile now than he did earlier. He pins my form against the door and with the hand on that side of the door opens it. I happen to ‘just’ stumble in and all to my knees in front of him. The room right now was dark. I open my eyes to this newfound room and its uninviting feel. Walter picks me up and begins to lead me down these steps. Down…down…until we reach the end of these steps. I notice when I look around that I see another table and its items upon it. ‘What is this again?’ I ask shakily. He sneers and takes out the ceremonial dagger. I could have sworn that he was going to gut me with it. That would be a terrible way to go in a dream. Well, maybe not in his own. ‘This…? THIS is the ceremonial room where they do their dirty work as well. Want to be MY sacrifice? Valtiel sure would accept you in. Open arms.’ Walter chuckles dirtily to me and gives this look before nicking my chin.
I mutter under my breath about ceremonies. This room held dark features and darkness covered it. Something like that was said within their bible. ‘ “Darkness is what enters and it shall feed the devils if you fear them. Stray pass this faith and thy shall be the feast for the damned.” ’ Blood from the innocent would be spilt here. I knew it and had this gut feeling. Even if he now is passing on advances to me and I should want it badly, my mind was strong here. My mind…it was still fogged over too. ‘Darkness is what is here…’ I mutter to Walter in a serious tone while giving him a look. He only smiled to me and waved the knife. ‘And it shall be what greets you then…’ He knew the Bible well… His bible. We shushed for a minute once we hear talk from above. Jimmy was coming inside the building. Walter chuckles while taking me up more. ‘Come along… Another room to show you.’ This was probably amusing to him for many reasons. I would not speak out of turn unless I wanted his wrath.
Walter walks along up the stairs and guides me on. Jimmy walks along up on the lower floor and looks around to the bible. He seems to be getting ready for leaving the place for the night. ‘George, come on. I need to close up for the night.’ We listened while walking up to the top floor now. The floors did not really creak at all. I kept my eyes on Walter and the stairs. My first thought was this door would be locked. But as soon as we got to the door it opened with ease. Walter was ‘too kind’. Pushing me inside the room and walking in after. I stepped in clumsily and looked around. A few beds and a few tables were here. ‘It gets more after Jimmy finds more children to collect.’ Walter chimes in while observing my reactions. I shake my head and look to these little beds.
George comes in and blows the candles out and begins to turn off the lights. ‘Done deal, Jimmy.’ I could hear them clearly through the walls and floors. This place couldn’t have held so much secrets. Or could it? I believe once more that Walter knows. Walter walks me down stairs and before I can turn to look to him, he’s gone. Walter, don’t leave me now when I need you to walk me through this… Jimmy and George walk to the door and step out once all is turned off and done. George leaves before Jimmy. I watch for a moment as George disappears. It gets dark suddenly with that eerie chill within the air. Oh no… Walter’s going to show up. Isn’t he? I see another scene… This time the Wish House is used… It’s been used and people are wherever within it. I see Jimmy now. I look to the side and notice a little note on that side table. I remembered Walter’s words though. ‘ “Do you know who also visited here?” ’ I give a sigh of exhaustion but continue on.
Jimmy seems to be reading the paper. It seems that some time has passed by for sure before anything bad happened. This is the time when he did get killed. I feel this slight hint of pity for the man but remember he’s nothing but a burden on the children and all. I heard in the breeze that his nickname of choice or the one people gave him. I watch as a young man comes in and takes out a handgun from his coat. This is Walter… It is! I watch as he whispers something under his breath. I can barely make it out. ‘Red Devil. Jimmy Stone. Ready to meet God?’ And with that Walter pulls the trigger and shoots the man in the back of his skull. I watched in horror as blood splatters from the back and front. Jimmy’s body hits the ground as he reaches up barely to grab the bible. I stop in shock as the younger Walter turns to me and smiles. ‘No hard feelings.’
How can he see me?! I thought we could only see the past and they couldn’t see me. Or only Walter’s forms could see ME… Walter takes a knife that seemed to be a butter knife or so and cuts into the flesh. He’s making me watch him once more. Though this time it is his past form that haunts my vision to keep me there. Dirty blonde hair hides his green eyes. I know that the man has this malicious smile upon his face while taking what he needs. I shake my head and feel the burn of tears in my eyes. They sting like the devils in those passages in that bible. ‘…I didn’t welcome the darkness.’ I whispered to myself. Walter takes the heart and begins to carve into the skin along the stomach which number Jimmy was. He’s the first for the Ten of Hearts. I cover a hand over my mouth and cringe. ‘You did too. So stop lying…’ I heard the other form of Walter whisper to me. Oh my god… He heard me clearly and all. Walter’s present form wraps arms around my waist.
‘He’s good. He knows, doesn’t he?’ Walter laughs wickedly and looks to his past. The other nods to him and disappears out the door with the heart. I look to the body in horror but say nothing. I know Walter wants reactions from me but I will not cave in for the moment. He squeezes the air from my body while holding me there. ‘Let’s desecrate sacred grounds.’ Walter whispers to my ear. I want to give in. I want this and that from him but… My heart thumps within my chest. The sound clouds every thought I can muster. ‘How?’ I only whispered to him while he held me. ‘You let it in when you accepted my touch. You did not do it openly, but I know.’ So he knows and all was…not well. I must not be well too. I felt dizzy. ‘I have no say in this, don’t I?’ I just managed to get out of my mouth. Those words were in the back of my throat. Walter laughs and pulls me to the one room where he had recently threatened my life with that dagger.
We were going back into the darkness and letting it in. I felt like I was committing a crime against something. My mind hadn’t made out what I was committing. Walter moves all the items off the table and pushes me back against it. I noticed the sharp dangling object within his hand. He held that same dagger and raised it up above my head. ‘Walter, I shouldn’t…’ I muttered to him shakily. Walter only did what he knew best, his own way. He begins to disrobe and get nude in front of me. My eyes stuck there to his form. Once he had taken all off, I observed his body like an art class student whom was studying a live person to do a picture on the body. ‘Yes, you want this.’ Walter looks to me and begins to take the dagger and cut my tops down the middle. I heard the eerie sound once more of a ghost.
‘What is that?’ I ask him while trying to hold still for him. Walter only grins and begins to strip the shirts from my form. He knew what it was and he wanted me to guess as well. I had this notion that it would be something along the lines of a ghost. I give a weary sigh and shake my head. Walter leans my form along the table while he removes my pants slowly. I know Jimmy’s death was not slow. Walter glances in my eyes and laughs. ‘Thinking about him, are you?’ I look to the side with a frown. I am not going to answer his questions. I’m not going to give him this round. But I believe he had already won. Walter had me nude before I knew it and he was sizing me up. He was now looking at my body. I give a few deep breaths and look to him. ‘We’re both equals in Valtiel’s eyes now. He’ll be pleased we’re doing this for him.’ Walter says in a crude way. He takes me and moves me back along the table. He’s limber and able to maneuver for me. I can feel a finger wiggle.
Walter is going to tease before he does, as he wants. I give a little discomforting sound while the finger presses inside my anus. Walter moves it around as if to check for something. ‘Warm. Tight. I’m going to have to break you.’ He whispers in a dirty sound. I gulp back spit while listening. BREAK ME?! I’m not some wild dog that needed to be house trained! Walter now shoves a second finger in while wiggling the first around. He’s getting the feel and teasing at the same time. I’m only wiggling and giving this odd sound. It felt odd to me at first but I knew I wanted this. Why? ‘You will enjoy this. Or you may hate it and I could care less.’ Walter says to me and I think that was brutal honesty to it. Oh no… What if it DOES hurt? ‘I’m going to feel…pain… Aren’t I?’ I whispered to him. ‘You may.’ He responds to me.
My body is tightly pressed to the table from the front. I know this for a fact. Walter coos to me while using three fingers to stretch my anus out inside. He thrusts them slowly inside and out and scissors them within. I bite down on my bottom lip while he continues. The oddest feeling I got was from this. I let a small moan escape my mouth while he milks me of sounds. He moves the fingers deeper inside and torments me there. Is this how he gets those nightmares inside me? Walter pulls out suddenly and leans in biting down on my ear. ‘I’m done fooling around. I’m ready to split you.’ He says to me while taking my wrists and holding them with one hand along the table in front of me. I wince a little in discomfort waiting for this painful feeling. I wait and wait for him to shove his erect cock inside of me but…nothing. Walter laughs at me before shaking his head. ‘I’ll use the dagger’s hilt for you this time. I’m saving you for the real time to have you.’
‘WHY DO YOU DO THIS TO ME?!’ I call out to him but my voice hits the high notes once that cold hilt is shoved inside my anus. I cry out in pain and discomfort while he wiggles it around to make it move all the way in without CUTTING me. I don’t want to bleed from in there. I’ll die from this probably if not too careful. ‘Hold still unless you truly wish to be a sacrifice for this.’ Walter demands me while wiggling the oddly shaped hilt of the dagger within me. I hope this is nothing like when he actually does it to me. Of course not! Walter begins to thrust it out. He is careful with the blade not to cut his hands or else. Walter is smiling deviously while he begins to use the dagger now. I believe he is right about splitting me open. Man, it is tense and hurting like hell. Walter pushes the dagger in and out a few times of my anus before he shoves it in hard. ‘Take it all, Henry.’ He says to me while wiggling it again.
I believe my body is not used to this at all. How can I moan or react to this if it hurts?! I want to cry and my body is shaking a little. I have this fear of being cut and dying here before him. He’s just waiting for that to happen and occur. I am trying my damnedest to not do anything to cause a fatal wound. Walter is working against me for the ‘greater good’. I’m in pain and he’s right…he could care less. I wince and my breath grows shallow for a moment while Walter begins to work the dagger faster. By now it’s gotten warmer and heated up. He’s working it hard and not stopping for a moment for me. I can taste the familiar taste of blood as I have bit down so hard on my bottom lip. The tension is THAT bad for me. Walter probably is enjoying this ‘moment’.
I suddenly awake in white and notice I’m bleeding and blood is all over these white sheets. I don’t know where I am but I suddenly sit up in pain and look up to a blinding light. Walter stands there before me but he fades. I suddenly truly wake up and I’m in MY own bed. I’m sitting there panting up a storm due to my fears of this dream. My dreams that torment my mind and body. He’s just waiting for the right moment to do something so terrible to me. I felt it back there. I go to rub my chin where he nicked it. Then a sudden searing pain shoots up my back from my ass. It’s gone the next minute. I wasn’t that fully awake I suppose. My dreams lead me deep and down into the pits of despair where I fear like this Joseph in the notes…will be gone. Save me from this hell someone?
When I got up from the bed and walked into the open room of my apartment, I noticed a little piece of paper. I walk over to my door which is locked from in here and yet…how? I grab the piece of paper and it was words written in blood. Nothing that my neighbors would do. Hell, I don’t think they hardly even know me. I look at the note as it reads ‘Henry, having fun yet?’ I watched the blood drop from the paper onto the floor. I gasped as I drop the paper. It seems I’ll never shake these feelings of dread and despair from myself. Walter must be right… I already welcomed this darkness in. I’m doomed…right? That ends this dream. I wonder what happens next.
End of dream seven.