Miles Edgeworth (defyingxgravity) wrote in sh_chaos, @ 2009-04-09 16:57:00 |
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Fiction.
Title: Realizing and Dedicated Ten
By: Alex C
Rating: Mature
Description: Finding out what George did, Henry now knows what got into Walter. Finally he gets to see the end of that man as well.
Pairing: M/M
Disclaimer: All characters and places are property of Konami.
Dream Observation Ten,
I truly am a wreck. Mentally and I suppose emotionally… I’m beginning to think more on what will happen to me. With the last few dreams, I have gotten close to being killed. Walter controls the dreams I have. There may not be any hope for me in this. I don’t see that little sliver of light for me. Unless it is hidden somewhere due to him. My dreams have been brutal and hurtful in each. But last night was…the worst in a way. I’ve never seen him get so annoyed with something. It was all because of me. I interfered almost in the dream event. Walter showed how angry he was with that as well. He usually does something sexual to me but…nothing that time. I wish I could take a bath and relax. My tub hasn’t been the same since I got locked up in my own apartment. Now to explain what I’m about to tell you… This dream was very harsh in many ways.
Remember the altar one? Well, this happens to be at the same place. Wish House once more dominated my dreams. This time Walter wanted more revenge and I would learn that something happened to make him do the 21 Sacraments. I’m learning more now.
I begin at the strange rock area. Candles have been lit all around here to show the surroundings. This place still gives me the chills. It’s not a calm night either. The wind is threatening to blow out the candles. These are strong gusts of wind. I hear howling in the background and it chills me. I feel like I’m in some scary movie about to be the prey. Standing up finally, I look about the boulders with the odd markings on them. My mind isn’t as fogged over like the other time I had visited. It’s more frightening to see what is going on and I suppose he wants me to have a clear mind for this one. I can hear footsteps behind me. Someone’s coming! I look behind me and see no one. I thought I heard a car pull up as well near by.
I look up to the sky to notice clouds overcast the moon. I’m not about to go without some form of light with me. I dare to pick up a candle and begin to go on now towards the entrance gate to Wish House. This time I will not make Walter angry. I didn’t want to be killed so soon or at all. I did listen and take what the two Walter’s said last night. I had news for Walter; I won’t be going down so soon. Looking around me at the trees that surround this area and Wish House, I notice them bend and sway with the wind. I move a hand up to cover and shield the flame that stood atop on the candle. ‘I’m not going to like this.’ Why did I have a feeling something waited for me outside those gates here?
I blame my curiosity on why I wanted to advance closer and see what it was. I glance a little out there beyond this fence that blocks my path. I can hear the strangest noises out there with the howling. I hear this odd buzzing noise out there as lampposts light certain areas of the grounds. But I know that they would go out if I trusted their light. Here goes nothing. I open the gate’s entrance and walk on down the dirt path and look over to the tree that I saw the young Walter there before. I turn and look behind me only to notice a man or something floating in the air but he was on fire. I shake my head and look over again…nothing. I walk over to the tree and notice red markings on the tree’s trunk. I soon take in the sound of children around here again. ‘I feel their pain…’ But now, I could see the children. They’re alive here!
So now the dream is beginning to take place with me in it. Children roam the area and write around on the trunks of trees and rocks. I notice one little boy. It wasn’t hard to pick out the boy either, Walter. Another boy is with him… ‘Bob, come on. We got to hurry back. If they know we’re here, they’ll send us to the bad place!’ Little Walter says in distress to the other. Bob nods and runs along with him to the entrance of Wish House. I follow quietly as the two run along. I can tell that Walter is afraid here… He doesn’t want to be caught and I wonder what is this ‘bad place’. The boys rush inside the fence and go over to the swing. Little Walter pants a little while sitting on the swing. Bob looks down to him and makes a face. I wonder why that boy hasn’t spoke yet… ‘Bob, you ok?’ Walter asks the other child. Bob only nods and leans against the tree’s trunk. He motions to Walter ‘They’re going to find out. We’re in trouble.’
Walter shakes his head and kicks at a rock. ‘I don’t think so.’ I walk closer to the entrance of the place, the fence’s entrance. Opening the entrance quietly, I walk inside and look to the two who seem to be talking. I don’t see any other children outside and notice that the place around me has changed since it’s grand opening… Walter gets up and lets Bob get on the swing. The two at least try to look as if they’re having fun. I watch for a minute at the kids. Walter must have been only four here… He’s so cute and little. Walter whispers something to Bob and the other child nods his head. ‘When we get out of here, we can have all the ice cream we want!’ Walter chimes happily about that fantasy. I smile a little and think of that. Ice cream, what I would give to have some. I realize that Walter hasn’t even shown up yet either.
The two currently are having fun and talking of freedom of this place. It seems to be a fair time now but the wind is still blowing viciously. I look around and notice the two back gates. Two doors leading somewhere outside of the Wish House area… I’ll have to explore those later on. The fun suddenly ends when Jimmy comes out of the place onto the front porch. So he’s still alive for the time being it seems… ‘Boys! Get inside, now.’ Jimmy sounds angry with the two. How did he know though? The boys stop their banter of glee and know right away what is going to happen. ‘Mr. Jimmy, please don’t take us there!’ Walter cries to the man. Bob only shivers and whimpers. Jimmy gives a look and points to the front door. ‘Playtime is over. Inside.’
The two look down and trek slowly to the porch. Bob tugs on Walter’s top a little and keeps close. I can tell they are afraid of him. Poor Walter…his child self is so innocent. ‘We’re…s-sorry.’ He whispers to Jimmy while they walk inside. Jimmy shakes his head and closes the door hard. While I was alone here, I take this chance to look around. I needed to see what all has changed since the last I saw this place. When I take that time to do so, I notice a man walking in from the front gate. I notice who it is from the other dream. It’s George… That bastard. So he is the one who probably told Jimmy about the boys. He’s a slender middle aged man. He looks to be in his thirties at least. ‘That should teach them not to explore the grounds outside of here.’ I hear him say to his self while walking up the steps to the door.
Since I know that Jimmy had been killed before, I know right now that the next is now George. Time for Jimmy’s right-hand man to go down. For some reason or another, I feel excited about this one. Now I remember… Walter’s other form asked me if I got a thrill out of seeing him kill his victims. What if it’s true! I’m not some sick man who needed help… I do need the help but I’m not sick! I hear a sudden scream from within the building. My attention turns away from the markings on the rock to the door. I do what my senses of right tell me to do. I had to go and investigate what the hell those two bastards were doing to the boys. I jog up to the porch and quietly make my way to the window on the one side. ‘Walter…why aren’t you here? Are you still mad at me?’ I whisper to the air before looking inside the window.
I notice now that there are more children within the building now. I see a young girl at a table coloring on a piece of paper. I don’t know who she is but my mind goes back to when Walter asked me about someone who visited here. Now my mind went back to the boys and the men. I see a few other children sitting down and reading or being made to read. Jimmy and George surround the two boys in the back. ‘You two were NOT supposed to go outside of the gates. You did.’ Jimmy scolds the two. Walter looks hurt and looks to Bob from the corner of his eyes. ‘Do you have ANYTHING to say in your defense, boys?’ George asks the two. Walter looks up to George and shakes his head. ‘W-we just wanted to explore.’ I nod slightly in understanding that. Jimmy shakes his head. ‘Bob goes. Walter, you are staying here for now… This is your second warning.’ Walter looks up and a bit upset with that. ‘NO! D-don’t take my friend away from me! Please!’
A hand grabs my shoulder from out of nowhere. I swear I jumped out of my skin at that. Whoever it was caught me off guard. In fact, I saw who it was in the window’s reflection. Walter! I actually am happy to see the man stand before me. ‘Where have you been?’ I ask in concern about his whereabouts. Walter had this look within his eyes. Another of his angered looks I expect. In fact, I’m sure of it since we’re here again. He takes me roughly and we go inside the building. Bob flails his arms and reaches out to Walter. ‘No! Don’t take him!’ Walter cries out to the two. Walter steps around and watches the scene too. His younger form crying out for Bob. ‘Why doesn’t he speak?’ I ask the Walter beside me. He gives a look to Bob and looks over to me. ‘Mute. Punishment was to cut his tongue out of his mouth.’ I was in shock to hear that people would actually DO something like that to a child! God…
‘My god… Why on Earth would anyone do such to a child!’ I ask in anger to him. Walter looks to the two men and shrugs his shoulders. ‘They are not the ordinary of course.’ He walks over and points to George. ‘But we’ll see what he tells my younger self in a few. Pay close attention.’ I give a nod and walk over as well. We watch as one of the others of the place come up with the van and sit outside. I vaguely remember this form… He looks oddly familiar from that one dream. Jimmy takes Bob outside and puts the boy in the back of the van. ‘Take him to the Water Prison. Bad seeds shouldn’t be sewn.’ The other man nods and starts the van up. ‘Alright. See you later Jimmy.’ That was that… No more Bob. George walks around Walter’s little self and kneels down. ‘Do you want to prove that you can go visit your mother?’
Walter and I look down at the scene and listen. Walter seems to take special interest in this. Those deep green eyes hold such a vicious look within. I observe Walter for a moment before looking on. ‘You got to go see the apartment?’ The question just came out of nowhere. Thankfully, Walter didn’t seem to mind answering it for me. ‘… Yes. A few times each week.’ I just look at him in amazement. He was so young yet he traveled from here to the city. Giving a nod, look back over to the scene. ‘Y-yes. I want to see my mommy.’ Little Walter murmurs to the man. He really and truly believed that he would be seeing her. George gives a false smile and nods. ‘Then don’t forget to read your bible and especially the 21 Sacraments, Walter. Then you can go visit your mother.’ I listen ever so closely to that. The 21 Sacraments… Walter gives a nod to that and looks to the two. ’21.’
Little Walter nods anxiously and goes to sit down and read up. He didn’t wish to get into trouble or make the adults mad. Even if it hurt him to see his good friend be taken off. ‘Where did they take your friend?’ I whisper to Walter softly. I too wish to know where these bastards take the poor children. Walter looks grim now as he bows his head. ‘Water Prison. No child really lived through that. Only a few then.’ I’m sure Walter would take me through that hell and then some. He is bent on showing me the hell he went through and the hell he gave all these other people. ‘What is the 21 Sacraments? I mean, why is it so important?’ I ask him quietly while looking to Walter. The man turns to me with a cat-like grin before walking along the room and around to the bible. ’21 Sacraments were the keys to awakening mother. Of course…George had no idea what his teachings of it would do to me.’
I look to George and then back to Walter. How Walter said that just makes my skin crawl and chills race along my spine. Though he is making his points… This man had made the boy into a killer. I figured out what he meant. Walter had another version of the 21 and how it was to be done. George didn’t think at this time that it was harmful. That is only because now the boy is just an innocent. I watch little Walter read over and over about the 21 Sacraments to awaken the Holy Mother. Jimmy finally walks back in and nods to George. ‘Good job.’ Walter looks up the stairs before over to me. ‘You know, that feeling something is about to happen? I bet you feel it now.’ I blink a few times and wave a little at him. I was fretting over what his hints were suggesting.
After a while of watching the scene, it switches over and we’re at the apartments once more. Only this time, it was different. Things looked new and it was some time back. However, Richard and a few others live here even now. Walter points to the exit to the subways as a boy comes up from the steps. I notice who it is. Little Walter walks quietly along the sidewalk trying to avoid all the people who had unpleasant looks to him. I walk along close behind the boy as Walter takes on after me. ‘I’m going to see my mom and no one is going to stop me.’ The boy says bravely to his self. Walter looks down to the kid and chuckles. ‘I still the same way.’ I nudge Walter in the side lightly. ‘How old are you then?’ He looks to his former and thinks. ‘Six.’ Walter is six here and he’s growing up nicely only.
He walks along inside South Ashfield Heights. The people there knew a little boy that always came inside and some of the people did not like that. Little Walter seems so scared of most of them. Richard was down the hall a good ways in someone else’s apartment with a few others. Little Walter only wanted to see what was the hold up. We too follow the boy and peek in. I never knew…Richard was a sick man. Inside the room was a skinned body and the clothes were trashed in a trashcan. It was a man… Richard noticed the kid and yells at him. ‘GET OUT! Out!’ He yells at the boy in an angry tone. He is threatening Walter’s life and some of the other people are getting annoyed. Little Walter whimpers and runs off down the hall to find Apartment 302. Tears were dropping down his cheeks as he runs down the hall. Finally, the young Sullivan makes it to the door and keeps close to it.
‘Why do you hold onto the door?’ I ask him sadly while Walter watches too. He gives a look but nothing saddening. The man points to the door. ‘Mother even if she could not let me in yet and wake up, the feel of her was enough to comfort me.’ I bite down on my bottom lip softly while thinking. So he feels comfort when near and touching the door. But…who lives in there now? There is a question for us. I wasn’t about to ask him yet. We watch the youth and his attempts to wake his mother. ‘Mom. Mom~. Please wake up. I want in.’ Walter kicks at the ground and slams a fist into the wall. He was angry about something or just frustrated. I keep quiet for the time until we go to another scene. This time it was back at the Wish House Orphanage. Time has changed with the change as well. Walter leads me inside the building and we begin to see all in here. Not much is going on inside the building but…the door to the ceremonial room is opened a bit.
Walter laughs some and smirks to me. Something was funny to him but he wouldn’t tell me just yet. I walk over to the room and look around. I look over my shoulder at Walter expecting to be told something. He shrugs his shoulders and walks over slowly. ‘Two weeks after dear old Jimmy was killed. He’s still mourning the bastard.’ He sounds so thrilled about it. I’m sure it was always like that with Walter. Like a hunter who had killed a grand buck or who has caught the biggest fish in the lake, Walter is like that now when he speaks about the incident. We walk down towards the secret ceremonial room and look around. George was leaning over the table and praying to Valtiel. He indeed is mourning his friend’s life. ‘Jimmy… Why? Why did it happen to you?’ Sniffles George while looking at the altar table.
Walter scoffs and clenches hands into fists at his sides. He is so pissed off at these two. First Jimmy and now George will end here. The question is where is his past self now? Where is he hiding before striking? I look to Walter and whisper to him. ‘Where is your past self at?’ He points to behind the stairs in the hidden shade of darkness. There his former stands waiting for the right moment. I notice something shining dully in the dim lit room. When Walter walks out from the shadows I can see what it is. The man is holding a steel pipe. I watch the scene that is given to me and he is looking ready to strike. George doesn’t notice until a few minutes after. ‘George… Look what you have done.’ Comes the menacing voice behind the older man. George realizes and recognizes that to be Walter.
The older man looks over to the man and looks a bit in shock. Walter gives an unpleasant smile that would turn a mirror into ice. He holds the pipe up and waves it around. ‘What? You seem unhappy with me. Remember that you are the one who preached and made me read that of the 21 Sacraments. I’m starting the ritual.’ He says in a chilling tone. George gasps and covers his mouth while being pressed against the table. ‘Y-you! You did that to Jimmy! Walter… Why?’ Walter only gives a shrug and smirks to him. ‘Because, I’m waking mother up using that. And since Jimmy did nothing good for me, he became the first of the ritual. Plus, I’ve killed a few more for the beginner of this.’ He chuckles and swings the pipe a bit. I watch and listen closely to the two. Walter just seems to love the fear he brings into the older man. The man who raised him into what he is now…
I haven’t even noticed that the current Walter is missing. My vision is stuck on this scene before myself. George shakes his head. ‘B-but you ripped their hearts out! Walter… I didn’t mean for it this way.’ Walter shrugs as if saying ‘I don’t care’. He walks closer to George with the pipe. I seem to watch his actions as he does move. I find myself wanting to know what he is about to say. I’m waiting for the part where George is killed. ‘George… You can’t always mold people into what you want. The hearts are what I need of ten people. Guess what…’ George looks in horror to him. His body trembling and he shakes his head. ‘No! Walter, please! You wouldn’t kill me. I brought you up!’ Walter laughs at him and swings the pipe so close to the man’s head. ‘You brought me up all right! You made me into a vicious killer! And now…you have to be part of my ritual too.’
George knew it was the truth. He had made an innocent child into a killer. He didn’t know until now what the consequences of this teaching. ‘M-My…God…’ I watch closely and clench hands at my sides. My heart was pumping viciously as well. The man raises hands in defense against the soon to come blows of the pipe. Walter is laughing now as he raises the pipe in the air and strikes George in the side. It takes George’s attention away from his face and head. He gasps and holds his side but when he looks up, it is too late. Walter slams the pipe right across the man’s forehead and he repeats his action until George is on the floor. ‘N-no…!’ Chokes out George before he hits the ground. I look and watch in awe as Walter beats the man senseless with the pipe. Blood soon spewing forth as Walter beats the body.
Blood smacks my cheek as I watch the man. As soon as he is done with the beatings, Walter pushes the body from the side onto the back. I walk closer to the man and kneel closer. Once more my mind was focused on how well the killer would cut into the body with very little for tools. Walter took the Ceremonial Dagger and smirks down at the body. George’s expression was a horrified one as he found it to be his end. Walter rips the robes down the middle and begins to remove the fabric away from the chest. ‘I always knew you would come through for me, George.’ Walter mocks the man before he takes the dagger and begins his work. I find myself watching him cut into the chest like it was nothing. That dagger must be very sharp.
Walter continues in a neat fashion around where the heart is located and finally has cut a circular shape through skin and flesh. ‘I told you that you couldn’t resist what you see. You are attracted to the site of blood and bodies. You may flinch but you adore the sound of bones breaking and snapping.’ Walter explains to me while removing the flesh he cut into and taking the heart out. He rips the veins from the heart and takes it with care. ‘He just had it coming though. The man who brought me up. Hah!’ I sigh softly and look to him for a minute. Walter’s past form walks towards me now after putting the heart away. He comes up to me and licks the splatters of blood from my cheek. His past self able to touch me as well it seems. I freeze in place and watch him.
A bloodied hand touches my cheek as blood smears along my skin. He adores seeing me in blood. The man begins to trail fingers along my sides and along to my thighs. ‘You look good in blood. I made a good choice when you came to become one of them.’ He murmurs to me and begins to remove my button up shirt. Walter, no matter which form he is, is fast to do something. Before I could even blink, he had my two shirts off on the ground. I close my eyes and just think of what this would be like. He is covering my exposed chest in blood. Fingers run the blood along my chest and neck. He makes a little trail down to my pants where it ends. The feel tickles my skin and squirm only a little. I guess the current one is not going to join his other self.
Walter begins to use his tongue now as he licks along my stomach where the line ends. Slowly and carefully he licks the blood from my skin. I gasp lightly at the feeling. Walter works his tongue slowly up along towards my chest. The man was dedicated to cleaning my body of the blood he produced with his fingers. He murmurs words and I can’t seem to understand them. Lean back along the wall as he continues to lick. And at times I would feel a nip here and there. My chest heaves lightly while I ease my body back more. ‘W-Walter…’ I whisper to him while he comes up to my left nipple. The man bites down softly on the nipple and teases it by tugging on it. I yelp a little feeling a pinch as his teeth bit down. Walter continues after cleaning that nipple. He moves his mouth along over to the other where he bites again.
Someone commit me to sanitarium where I could go crazy from all that I’m experiencing… I had explained before, I can’t help my body and myself. Walter is the blame for this. He continues to lick the blood from my upper chest and places his ear to my chest over the heart. ‘It’s racing like the wind.’ He murmurs and proceeds to bite down along the skin over it. ‘Ack!’ I cry out at being bit roughly. I look up to him as he looks me in the eyes. ‘Soon you’ll see the full power of me, Henry. Soon you’ll feel it.’ He whispers to me dangerously before rubbing blood along my lips and only to kiss me. I cringe at the taste but as soon as those lips touch mine, it was like fire. Walter, stop teasing me about this. He kisses me as his tongue probes my mouth. The madman getting a taste of what I taste like.
I open eyes to find myself hugging onto the other pillow in my bedroom. My lips pressed tight against the pillow in a kiss. Like the other night, I had been doing things in my sleep. It has never really happened that way before to me. So why now? ‘Walter… Why are you making me do these things?’ I ask to the room before sitting up and tossing the pillow to the side. ‘Great… Just what I need, a pillow to kiss.’ I say dryly to myself. I get up and look out the window to Richard’s room. That man… He’s sick. Then I remember when Walter was talking to George. What happens next? I’m sure it’ll be another gruesome death and my heart will flutter from the sight of him killing another. But I remind myself that it is wrong. And murder is terrible… Walter is terrible but I hold my tongue. Another restless night within my dreams…
End of dream ten.