Chapter 3: Persistent Creature

Pyramid head knew who he was and knew his capabilities fairly well. This implied that his ring of sensory was able to detect the little female and her abrupt awareness. Though, the lumbering beast wished himself to be at a bit of peace, despite his symbolism of being a monster he wanted to get his on daily tasks completed before he played with his new pet. That was life that was his responsibility, though; his little tasks seemed far off around that moment. Jobs were meant to appease him in his day to day life, and now that his previous one was finished in full, nothing much was left on the platter to take.

Didn't change that fact he was able to feel the drag of drowsiness that was pulling at the very fibers of his being, waiting to unwind them so he would be nothing but a pile of unconscious monster in the later hours. And it was far past his time to find a corner to slouch in, or at least a firm wall to brace himself upon.

The search for a resting spot was cut short awfully quickly when a sharp auditory sound, much like one of the unnecessary calls from a creature within the Silent Hill boundaries, sounded out like a siren through the walls and chambers. This one, though it sounded like it was coming from more than one location, he knew exactly where it was and what was emitting the treacherous sound that vibrated the walls around them.

With a change of pose, Pyramid head was standing erectly in the dank hallway he was previously dragging himself down at the uneven and jerking pace that had become stereotypical of him. Almost as if he was on a joint, his form turned on a dime and a pace was formed to dart back down the way he had came, pushing cleaver hooks and scraps of cluttered objects out of the way as he moved. Anger and nervousness entering his blue and black veins, only increasing as he moved, feeling as if the girl had done anything against him a simple punishment would have to be thwarted on her being.

He got what he wanted in his town, and the girl would have to figure this soon enough.

When Pyramid got to her his hand relaxed its hold on the metal knife that had been previously making a harsh screech of metal against withered stone, the sudden silence made the room seem perplexing and mute to the former. This didn't stop him, the lack of sound, from jabbing the great blade into the wall with a crack to release him of the burden, so he could take care of the issue a present girl sprawl out on the floor.

Though, some could say that Pyramid Head is a slow, lumbering creature whom is over powered beyond his creation, but here he was anything but slow as he bounced about like a Nurse who had just heard footsteps as his erratic, uneven steps brought him to an angry stop next to the fallen girl.

Large, scarred hands that were his curled over the wheezing and whimpering girl's skinny ashen-pale arm as he crudely had the mindset of fixing her up in any way he could, despite his lack of knowledge over the body that lay before him. He was a persistent creature and he would not be daunted by the unreasonable fact there was something he may not be able to do.

With a groan of self-resentment, the lethargic brute of a thing ignored the look Heather gave him as his large pointed helmet nearly wrecked her soft body to further catastrophe. Knowing his own faults were hard for Pyramid Head to except, vaguely because one such as him got what he wanted, and injuring his play-thing further was not exactly part of his master plan.

So with the oblique and rather shaky knowledge that he would have to be exceedingly cautious around this one's broken form. Lifting her small armed away from her body, the crude man-thing grunted at the girl's high-pitch response as he could have sworn his metal casing shook with its gravity, but he continued his rather jerky motions of straitening her paling body across the dirt and filth ridden floor.

The girl's shirt had been riding up her vastly protruding ribcages the entire time he had been moving and pivoting her body and though he couldn't perceive colors via shades and hues, he could defiantly percept the damage. He knew the area was dark with internally pooling blood as he had witnessed that before when the bludgeoning monstrosities pummeled one another with whatever they could…until something else caught their attention, that it.

Pyramid Head ranging variable of visibility had wafted the Heather's strikingly pretty, bloodied face which was pushed the side, allowing glassy eyes to fixate on his own figure that had halted in moving the broken limbs of the girl. The stare was unsettling to him, to say the least, as he watched her eyes water while her breathing sounded as if she had been running for an age.

Still bent and rather vexed, the carnal being moved his large hand to cover the eyes of the girl, getting more blood than before to cover his already dirtied hands. It was the fluid, shades lighter than that of the splotch on her side, which was draining from between her thin lips and from behind her yellow locks of hair.

Pyramid Head didn't like things that didn't go his way. And this was far from what he originally desires.

Heather felt as if she were either floating, or she was being drug through the deep end of a pool. Everything was numb and pointless now, it was as if she were being held by morphine and coddled by penicillin. The hand covering her eyes felt equally amazing as well, not allowing any of the cruel light to cycle through; didn't matter if it was a behemoth monster that may rip her in half once she was fully exposed, even if he had plenty of time before hand to end her idiotic struggle.

Heather wondered if the thing she saw was real or not, just for a moment. A large reddened and triangular prism atop a brutish humanoid male body, a massive cleaver-ish blade that struck in an awkward angle away from them, and a blood-stained, waist down robe that looked as if it had been stitched from other beings such as her and him.

And it smelt.

Against her better intention, Heather tried to loll her head away in an almost drunk fashion. Heather's consciousness was making a final stand to escape something she truly did not trust with a bit of anything. Not in this town, with all the shit-ridden disasters that happened in the most unlikely and worse times.

So with a meek hand, her uninjured but lethargic appendage, she tried to push herself away, spreading her somewhat large hand on the much covered floor and using the draining strength to try to press away. The un-prevailing strain ended rather abruptly for her and the stress on her body and the numb sensation crept up her body with even more vigor than before, stopping any motion that may or may not have been happening.

Heather's lungs strained in more air as she fought the likeliness that she would soon be put into the abyssal blackness that would call her conscious down and into it. But, some part of her actually wanted the cease this activity of living, it was such a hassle and she was tired of being trapped in a horror land. Even if she got out of it, it wouldn't stop her from remembering it all.

Right?

Yes.

Its been a long time.

Well, I have realized something.

I need to revise the last two chapters.

I mean seriously.

Why the fuck did this story get any attention?