Miles Edgeworth (defyingxgravity) wrote in sh_chaos, @ 2009-04-09 17:36:00 |
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Current location: | Silent Hill? |
Current mood: | worried |
Current music: | None |
Entry tags: | bloody, children, death, dream, henry, horror, walter |
Fiction.
Title: Painful and Agonizing Elven
By: Alex C
Rating: Mature
Description: Henry is shocked and horrified to see what Walter does to innocent children. After all the good feelings he got... And in the end, not even sexual feelings cover up the truth.
Pairing: M/M
Disclaimer: All characters and places are property of Konami.
Dream Observation Eleven,
It is definitely different with his past form having his way with me. I don’t deny that I enjoy it as well at times. Though that other night when he had the knife to me, I thought he was going to kill me. I now understand how things all started out for Walter. I feel bad in a way for him… The man used to visit the apartment when he was a child. A little boy just going to see an apartment and in a city. He has a lot of courage for a kid. Though now he’s an unstoppable force in him. And now I know to watch out for Richard. He’s a sick man… Worse than I am when I’m watching a brutal scene. He actually DID it! I don’t regret that I saw George get slaughtered with a pipe. The man did this and created something he couldn’t stop… Now look at Walter. He’s doing the ritual still!
This dream… I really…I really don’t know what to tell you. I know from past dreams of when he said he had killed innocent children. He mentioned he killed people younger than Sein and Bobby… Oh god. Sweet Jesus…Walter… I need more tissues. My eyes are burning from the tears now just thinking about the dream.
I visited this place a lot before I got trapped inside my apartment. I find myself in Silent Hill. I’m in the residential area of the town. It’s a quiet day in this town. The sky is partly cloudy and residents are enjoying this peaceful day. I look up and take in the scene before me while beginning my walk. I did visit here before… I took so many nice pictures of the places and history plus wild life in this town. It truly is beautiful in autumn. But now I begin to remember that people say there is something dark within that town. Thing that have happened before I came to visit. People seem so happy and at ease with their lives here. I remember the LakeSide Amusement Park. I went once to have a good time. I just blend in so well as I walk along the sidewalk. There is a breeze that continues to blow to cool the occupants of this area down.
Walter isn’t around yet either. His present self always stops by to walk me through things. I too begin to enjoy this afternoon of sunshine. I want to explore the town once more but I know I can’t. Walter has me here within the residential area for a reason. I’m sure it would be coming up soon enough. Though I am hoping it won’t be too soon. I want to have a look around this neighborhood. I hear children playing in the background. Kids playing in their yards while the grown-ups probably watch t.v. or relax on their lounge chairs outside. I notice an elderly couple sitting along their front porch in their rocking chairs. Their faces were enough to brighten my heart up. All of these people seem to be all right for now. My feet keep on moving me down the sidewalk as I view the people cooking out or enjoying this day. I pass a few teens riding their bicycles down the road.
I rub the back of my neck and give a sigh. What I wouldn’t give for a good day like this in my place. I suppose all these happy faces were preparing for what is in store for me to see. I had no idea yet of what is about to happen. I enjoy this time while it has its limited time on it. I hear people laughing in the background and talking. It’s a beautiful scene I would have loved to take pictures of. Walking down the sidewalk, I turn the corner and come along a few other houses. I notice one had a couple and their child. The mother held the infant in her arms while the father cooks on the grill. The next house had some teens jumping in the front yard on their trampoline. The adults must be inside doing other things. I am beginning to feel at ease now until a hand takes my shoulder and gives a squeeze.
‘Walter?’ I ask out to see if it would be him. Indeed, I was right. The man walks over onto my right side and looks around. He seems to be embracing the smiles and happiness just well. Not in the good way. He’s just waiting for it to get ruined. I know it as a gut feeling. ‘Henry, are you happy? I noticed you were smiling.’ Walter asks me with a sly tone to his voice. I give a groan and swat him lightly before glancing over. ‘What’s it to you, Walter?’ I sound as if we have been friends for a long time. I’m not feeling frightened by him at all right now. In fact, I’m acting like he is a friend or so. But in all truth, he is a threat to me. The man gives a chuckle and takes in the air. ‘Fresh air too. You know, I KNOW it’s not fresh.’ I shake my head and shove hands into my pockets. Walter actually sounded normal to me as well. He had this calm feel to him here.
I really enjoy this side of Walter. He needed to show it more often than the other sides. I notice a smile upon his face now. Oh Walter… It’s not the insane or menacing type either. It’s a genuine smile of happiness. I take his hand in my own and we walk slowly along the sidewalk. He didn’t seem to mind me holding his hand. ‘Henry, you know… There are two types of religion here?’ We’re just having a walk and a normal conversation. It was fascinating to learn more on this town called Silent Hill. Walter knew a lot more about it than I did. ‘I don’t recall. I do have one picture though, up in my apartment of one of the churches.’ I tell him this and look to him curiously. Walter gives a grin and nods. ‘The Protestant church of Silent Hill. Then there is the one where those of the cult have their own.’ I nod a little while taking in this information. He is very smart. Walter did go to college at Pleasant River University.
‘I’m sure they do not get along well then.’ I respond to him while walking along. My eyes settle on a house that is having its roof painted a shade of blue. Walter notices as well and pulls me to him. ‘Watch and see what I meant when I said I killed younger than those you’ve seen.’ I give a look to him as if to say ‘What the hell’. He grins to me and kisses my forehead before walking on down towards the house. ‘They really should watch their children though. The parents had it coming.’ I walk over to him and look at the little boy playing with his ball. He seems to be happy at the moment. Though Walter did have a point… The parents did need to watch their young carefully. Walter points to the boy and whispers. ‘Watch closely.’
The boy is happy and tossing his ball up into the air near the bushes at the corner of their yard. I watch him as he laughs and plays with the ball. He looks to be about seven or six. I can’t really take a good guess. I remember my youth a bit… I was a quiet little boy who loved to go on walks with my own parents. My father is the one who got me into taking photographs. For this boy, life seems to be good for him. He had the simple life and now I know it…would be cut short. A figure in the distance walks along from the bushes with something in its hand. I squint my eyes to see if I can focus on the figure. Sure enough, it is Walter’s past self coming up to get the boy. The boy notices the bushes rattling and with his open mind and curiosity, it would get him. Walter knew this would be to his advantage.
The boy drops his ball and ventures over to the bushes. I look down at the object in Walter’s hand and know what it is. He’s carrying an axe. That poor boy! He walks close enough to the bushes before a hand snaps out and grabs him. My eyes widen as I watch Walter abduct the child and pull him into the bushes. I jog closer to the bushes and try to view the scene. I move to the corner of the yard along the street to watch. The boy is frightened to death almost of this stranger. I would be as well if I were only a boy. The man gives a friendly smile. ‘Don’t be afraid.’ I narrow my eyes and look to his past form. How dare he say something like that to a child before he kills the poor boy! The boy shakes a bit violently and begins to tear up around the eyes. Walter knows he’ll be crying before too long. ‘Too bad.’ He says with a snort.
The boy begins to cry just as I thought. I notice he’s trying to pull from of Walter’s hold on his hand. The man has a death grip on the hand. I know it well. The boy whines and looks up to Walter. ‘I want my daddy…!’ He cries out to the man while Walter prepares to kill the boy. There is a good amount of struggle from the youth. He truly is a fighter for such a young child. Walter is growing tired of the crying and I notice that look from anywhere. I take a step closer towards the bushes on my side. ‘Shut up, little brat.’ Walter demands to the boy while squeezing that little hand. ‘Let me go! I want my daddy!’ The boy cries on while Walter growls angrily. The boy is trying his time and time with Walter is limited anyway. My own heart his pounding in the back of my throat. I know I may watch with interest on his kills but…a child?! It was too much for me to watch. Yet…he’s making me watch.
‘Shut the fuck up, kid!’ Walter snarls and pulls the boy down to the ground with a furious swing. I watch the abuse take action and flinch when the boy hits the ground. It knocks the boy out for a good while which gives Walter time for his work. ‘No…’ I whisper silently to myself. Walter watches the boy’s figure before taking the axe up. ‘No..!’ I whisper a bit louder now while watching. The poor child had no chance against the gruesome fate, which was about to fall upon him. Those green eyes fixated upon the figure before him and axe in the air. Walter smirks and says something to me. ‘Watch closely, Henry. You want to see something cool?’ That was just cold! Walter, how could you say such a thing?! I shake my head and look to him. ‘No…’ I whimper to Walter as a plea. Walter cackles and brings the axe’s blade down upon the boy’s right leg first. He slices through the skin and flesh as he continues to strike the boy’s body. I’m feeling sorry for the boy, as he is unconscious and unaware of his death coming up.
I flinch every time the axe comes down upon the boy’s body. Oh god… Walter seems to have fun with his work. He takes the axe and begins to cut into the boy’s back now. Blood spilling forth from the body and wounds while the axe cuts into the flesh. I’m sure this would have been worse if the boy was still awake. My eyes burn from the newfound tears that stain along my cheeks. I’m watching in horror as he murders a little boy. Walter laughing wickedly while he strikes over and over into the back and spine. I hurt the disgusting sound of metal against bone. I shake my head and silently plea with Walter. ‘What’s wrong, Henry? Grown soft on the killings?’ Walter asks me dirtily. I knew he was taunting me while he brutally cuts into the boy with the axe. Over and over the axe collides with the back and legs all over. Blood splashing upon his coat and the ground before us.
‘Walter…! What gives you the right to kill a child!’ I exclaim to him rather hurt by this. When Walter is done with his work he flips the boy over and cuts into the chest carefully with the blade of the axe. I watch once again now as he does this. His precise work on the body as he does it like an expert. Who would ever have him be a doctor though? I’m just hoping this is only from his discrete studies of medicine and all. Walter laughs to his self while pulling the flesh back until it rips off. ‘You’ll be visited by him later.’ I look to Walter and blink. ‘…Visited?’ He chuckles and nods to me while working on pulling the heart out. ‘But you won’t exactly recognize him. His name is Billy Locaine.’ I shut my eyes and sigh heavily. A silent prayer for the child who I never knew. ‘…I’m hurt. This is just brutal.’ I murmur to the one form of Walter. He laughs and pulls the heart out before storing it carefully. ‘Come on.’ He takes my hand with his blood stained hands and heads off and to the side away from the bushes.
By now the wind had picked up a good bit. The sky now held dark intentions for those in this area. It begins to rain lightly out here. Walter and I watch as the father comes out onto the front porch. ‘Billy! Son, it’s time to come inside! It’s about to pour down.’ There comes silence after the father had spoken. He was expecting the boy to giggle and say ok. But now it was nothing… I look down for a moment as I think back on Billy’s death. Walter didn’t care for the boy’s life at all. He did what he had to and even if it cost the boy his life. The man walks along the grass towards the bushes. ‘Billy?’ I bite down on my lip, as I know this will be a great deal of shock for the father. ‘Billy? Son, time to…’ A startled gasp comes from the father as he looks behind the bushes at his son’s dead mangled and slashed body. ‘B-Billy! Oh god…son…’
I whimper and sniffle as I cry a little more. It did hit the father hard. He saw his son’s dead body and thought this could never happen before probably. At the scene there was one of Billy’s shoes on the ground. His blue ball at the side of the bushes drenched in blood. ‘You know how bad that is for a father or mother to see their child dead like that?!’ I snap at him with a glare. This just was painful to watch… Walter watches the father intently and snorts. He really had resentment towards father figures it seems. I would know more when I see hints of his life at the beginning. ‘Who cares.’ Walter says dryly. I look to him and cry to myself. I understand if he kills grown men like Jimmy but not innocent children like this. Walter leans in suddenly and licks my tears away. ‘Salty. Why do you cry? He is not your son, Henry.’ I shudder and look to him. ‘But he’s just a boy…! Young.’ He reaches over and tips my chin up to glance in my eyes. ‘Yes. So what if he is?’ The man proceeds to pin me back against the side of this house. My back touches the brick wall and I’m pinned here.
Walter kisses my neck and I forget what I’m crying about now. But deep inside my mind, I know why. It hurts so much. My head now is facing the ground as tears slide down my cheeks. Walter continues to kiss along my neck and begins to remove my shirts. His hands stain my clothes with traces of blood. He moves the shirts down enough to expose my shoulder. I give a soft sigh and shiver a little. Rain touches my cheeks and shoulders with a cold touch. Walter moves his hands down to my pants and gives a good grope. ‘You are well endowed, Henry. Very good.’ I give a startled eep to the sudden groping. Eyes now focus on the man in front of me. Walter is enjoying his self while he kisses and gropes me. He begins to now remove his own pants or at least unzip and unbutton them. His hands reach in and he pulls his cock out of the pants. Walter begins to stroke his cock and look to me. ‘On your knees, Henry.’ He says to me in a command. I slowly slink down to my knees. My pants getting soaked from the wet ground and I look up to him.
‘Very good, Henry. Very good.’ Walter commends me while he strokes along from base to head of his cock. His green eyes upon my form that is below him. He strokes and gives a little jerk to his cock. The man gives a moan while he masturbates before me. ‘I bet you wonder what it’s like to taste a dead man’s cum?’ He questions me with a dirt look. He bucks his hips a little and strokes along his growing erection more. Walter masturbating is hot though. Even if this is his past form… His present self comes forth from the shadows and chuckles. ‘I think I’ll join in too.’ I blink and notice his present self. So now he shows up just for the fun. Damn him… He undoes his pants and pulls his cock out in view now. I swallow a bit of spit down my throat and watch the two. Now both Walters are masturbating in front of my face. One on each side of my along the side of this house. ‘You look good like that, Henry.’ The present Walter says to me while he strokes his cock at a moderate pace.
I blush a little at that but keep quiet for now. His past self moans out as he jerks his cock a bit more. The two of them look good doing this in front of me. Both Walters are getting off at my own pain. They must enjoy this immensely. The two moan at the same time and jerk their cocks. My mind was on other things of that nature with the two. ‘I’m going to cum soon, Henry.’ Hisses the past self of Walter. His cock now erect as he strokes fast and squeezes a bit along the head. ‘Fuck yes!’ He hisses out. His current form moans as well and gives a hiss of pleasure. ‘Mm… Henry, this is all for you.’ I look to him for a minute as I watch the present Walter masturbate fiercely. My own pants were growing tight down there. The two create clouds of smoke from their mouths as they pant. The air was cooled now from the rain. They were preparing to release their hot semen. I wait patiently as I only could do that for now.
‘Are you ready, Henry?’ The two ask me at the same time with a laugh. I nod slightly to the two and wait for it. Both Walters stroke roughly now until their cocks are throbbing and about to burst. The two moan out in unison and buck their hips as they release cum directly on my face. Cum splashing along my cheeks and mouth. I wince a little as the hot semen spills along my chin and forehead. Both Walters stroke more along their cocks as more eruptions of cum spills forth from their throbbing erections. I moan weakly and have this urge to lick the cum from my lips. I don’t know why I haven’t done so yet. They laugh a bit as cum splashes both sides of my face. Their chests heave as they finish up by placing the head of their cocks at my mouth. Past Walter wipes the cum along my bottom lip as the current one wipes the rest of his cum along my forehead. They step back and admire their work they have done to me.
‘Nice work.’ Present Walter says to his past self. The other nods and smirks to that. They were really enjoying this. I’m the one who has his face COVERED in semen, mind you. Gah. Past Walter looks to me and grins. ‘You aren’t too bad yourself.’ He commends his present form. Both now lean down to me and chuckle. ‘How was that, Henry?’ I give this look and look to the side ashamed to say what I want. ‘Oh come on, Henry…You enjoyed it too.’ The present form of Walter says to me. The past form smirks and pulls his cock back inside those pants. ‘Till next time.’ With that being said, he disappears from the two of us. Walter laughs at me and kisses my nose. ‘Semen flavored.’ He teases me before pulling me up to my feet. ‘…That…was…hot.’ I say while licking my lips and wiping the cum from my face. All of it going into my mouth. ‘Good. I thought you might want to get some.’ Walter states while looking to me. The scene is no more thankfully but I can’t forget what he has done.
I suddenly sit up in bed feeling something hot and sticky along my groin and legs. My dream is over and I realize once again, I had masturbated in my sleep. This is the second time that’s happened. Cum is all along my limp and soft cock. I had gotten my thighs as well dirty with cum. Just great… I cleaned myself off again and shudder. I now remember what I witnessed there. They can’t always cover up the true things. Lust only goes so far to do so. Tears stain my cheeks again as I hold my head in my hands. ‘God… I can’t take another like that…’ I murmur to myself while I cry. I was too absorbed into the pain that I didn’t even notice the knocking at my door. When you have witnessed something so cold and harsh, you too would be like I am now. God…help me.
End of dream eleven.