Hell's Silencing: Forsaken Innocence

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A girl sat up in her bed, her dark brown hair fluttering around her dark grey eyes as she panted heavily. Her legs were wet, signaling the dream being so horrid she pissed herself. She tasted those bittersweet tears, which clouded another, much more worse taste. Her body was rapidly shaking as chills ran marathons up and down her spine.

She threw the covers off of her and sighed. The girl went to the dresser to change her underwear and get dressed, taking note that her parents hadn't come to comfort her yet. Either they had earplugs or something was wrong.

She exited her room and went into the living room. On her father's computer desk sat an electric lantern that used AA batteries.

That's strange, it's never out here unless there's a power outage. Thought the girl as she picked up the lantern and examined it. She pushed the on button and the electric glow suddenly illuminated the whole room and kitchen beyond. She then noticed a note on the desk.

To find a harsh truth first requires innocence to be shattered. The light of fallen angels heralds a tragedy to come. Find the truth in a forsaken town and let it unfold before you. In some cases, ignorance truly is bliss.

The girl was appalled by the note, and at the same time, puzzled. She put it in her pocket and went to the sword rack that hung next to her parent's bedroom door. She picked up her sword and wrapped the strap onto her body. Attached to the string was her pink-and-silver radio, and it felt light in weight because the batteries had been removed and presumed dead. It had a dark tan grime that refused to come off, so it was left as is. On it was another note, oddly enough.

Flora, please don't go into the forsaken town. He who hunts you awaits at death's door.

"He who hunts?" Flora gasped, her eyes wide as she crammed the radio into her pocket. Was this written by her parents, or something else?

She looked at the door next to the sword rack. The whole thing was petrified, and thus unable to be entered considering how the walls of the house became stone. The only door unaffected was the front door leading outside, hanging open in a breeze as if leading her somewhere.

The whole world was encased in an ethereal fog, so dense she'd have to be close to an object to accurately see what it was. It was fairly bright, so the lantern was cut off. The fog suddenly lifted, though overcast still hung heavy in the sky.

Okay, now I know something is WRONG here. Flora thought as she looked at her now-barren yard. She hopped off the stone steps and walked to the driveway. Looking back at her was a creature that looked like a skinless, stitched-up dodo bird with one leg placed further back than the other. Its beak, still yellow for some reason, held a pack of AA batteries. It put them in front of Flora's feet before it took off into the street and surrounding woodland beyond. The girl picked up the batteries and put them into her pocket before her empty book-bag suddenly dropped onto her head.

"The heck?" Flora sighed as she began looking into her book-bag before loading everything inside, save for the sword and lantern. She then zipped it up and flung it onto her shoulders, tying the straps onto her waist and the lantern handle into one of the two. She then walked to the street, being careful of the slope of the hill (she lived on its foot if we're being nit-picky.)

Once on the road, she noticed there was a figure in the distance. Worse still, it was nighttime all of a sudden. Thankfully, the street lights still worked, though barely illuminating that other figure.

It was then she heard it. It was so distant, and yet, she instantly knew what this meant.

Thump, thump, thud, scrape.

Her heart dropped, her breathing hastened. Her eyes dilated as one thing rang in her mind.

Pyramid Head has come to rape.

She knew who those sounds belonged to, she knew it was coming for her. There was no getting out of this. Her feet were frozen, cemented to the ground as a bubbling, crimson liquid suddenly surrounded her as the monster grew closer. Her mind was screaming at her, telling her to run, but the liquid had surrounded her in such a way the only path of land was the distance between her and the fiend. She couldn't swim, and was thus trapped.

Is this really the end now? Flora thought as tears flowed from her eyes, her gaze moving upwards to look into the concealed eyes of the behemoth before her. The radio had been giving off static for some time now, but she took no notice thanks to her own fear.

"Wh-What do you want...?" Flora squeaked, her lips trembling as her body was stiff as a board.

The monster grunted and lifted his huge sword right over his head.

"So, I'm a bad person." Flora squeaked again before she suddenly turned around and jumped into the searing liquid right as the sword cut where she stood in two. Her vision faded, her body and mind numbing as the searing pain didn't hurt her anymore.

Another nightmare, this time of an endless hallway. Heads on platters lined the walls, some with cracked skulls and others with missing jaws. No matter the scenery in which these nightmares took place, severed heads used as sick decorations were always present.

A girl with long, brown hair tied back was running away from this hellhole, a deformed monster with a hatchet following hot on pursuit.

She took a turn to the left, and suddenly found herself blocked by a wall.

Trapped. More severed heads, this time of equine creatures of many colors, adorned the walls.

Static rang off the hook as the monster closed in on the girl. Skin from many people obscured his face like a theater mask, his head vibrating wildly. Bones jutted from his hunched backside in such a way it looked as though he were impaled with them.

He raised his weapon upwards as the girl scrunched her eyes shut and screamed in horror.

Yet death never came.