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Beasts of Prey	By : Aurvea Category: +S through Z > Silent Hill Views: 1900 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Silent Hill or any of its characters, nor do I make money by writing this work.

Chapter List
- 1-Brandish
- 2-Flight
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Disclaimer: I do not own Silent Hill or any of its characters. Silent Hill is a product of the brilliant minds of Keiichiro Toyama and Konami, and I do not make money from writing this. I do however own the feline creature and Gabby and Val respectively.
AN: I just want to thank my lovely reviewer Pompadourman. This chapter is dedicated to you! I'm always looking for constructive criticism, so please review ghost readers, even if it's to say hello ^^Also please keep in mind that this is an AU fic. My story will not follow the games or the movie, but will draw certain aspects from the Silent Hill universe :) Without further ado here is chapter 2 of Beasts of Prey.

Flight
A human. How long had it been since he had seen one? The cultists were much too smart to venture into his domain, so this woman had to be an outsider. He watched her body twitch in agony, his helmet echoing with the deep reverberations of his amusement. The nurse certainly hadn't satisfied his primal urges, but this one would do nicely. He imagined skewering her long frame with his sword, longing to her the repulsive gurgle of her pierced innards, but he had left his weapon next to last victim. He flexed the digits of his fingers, deciding it'd be just as easy to kill her with his own hands as his weapon. Her body was not as curvaceous as his nurse prey nor was she as dainty, but just imaging the warm softness of her living flesh made his long tongue skirt across his bottom lip with a shiver of delight. Human bones broke so easily, just a snap of his wrist and they were rendered into splinters. He couldn't help but imagine what this girl would look like after he was done with her, limbs scattered everywhere, chunks of her hair torn out from the roots of her scalp. His member hardened at his thoughts, but his prey wasn't waiting for him to finish his daydreams. His little mouse was pitifully attempting to escape his presence, her legs pushing her inches away from his still stationary form. He could smell her fear, though it seemed to be laced with something he didn't like. Defiance. He was the executioner, and she walked into his realm. Such transgressions must be punished, and he'd make sure she suffered.

Despite her lower back feeling as if it was on fire, Gabby attempted to move her legs away from the male abomination, his erection still painfully visible despite his recent tryst. Her movements faltered as she heard the creature make a sound, the first she'd heard besides his sexual grunts. 'Is he…laughing?' His toned lower half rippled with movement and she realized this was indeed the case. If not for her current predicament she might have shot off a smart remark about his people skills, but as his footsteps echoed across the metal grating of the floor she reconsidered using her biting wit for a more appropriate time. His long black tongue tantalizingly peeked from beneath his helmet, his covering echoing with a soft hissing as the object slowly glided further and further out of his mouth, thick droplets of saliva dropping in its wake. Her movements began to become more and more frenzied as his tongue slithered ever closer to her, until she remembered the gun in her pocket. She had fired off three shots earlier in her conflict with the cat-creature, which meant there were three left, plenty to at least put some same between them. Suddenly, a slick object secured itself around her ankle, dragging her back against the rusted, bloody floors of the building her hands unable to securely hold onto anything despite her best efforts. Deciding that if she didn't act she'd certainly be taken against her will, though that was likely to happen anyways, she turned over onto her back and reached into the waistband of her jeans wincing with pain as her lower back was stabbed by the rusty remains of a bottle. Her free hand groped around for the object, securing the medium sized, amber colored metal in her palm and discretely hiding it from his gaze. Any misstep and she knew she'd be resigned to her fate. With her temples pulsating with fear, she withdrew the gun from her pocket and trained the barrel on his chest, hoping to at least potentially knick his heart. Her jade irises narrowed on where she figured his eyes were before she fired her gun hearing the sound of a bullet whip past her ear along with the sickening squish of pierced flesh.
The tongue removed itself from her ankle only to attach itself to her wrist, painfully jerking it backwards until the gun dropped from her hand. Despite its rather weak appearance, the slimy object had enough force to easily break her wrist, its grip feeling more like a hand than a tongue. It was a warning, one she was disinclined to obey. Her eyes settled on his again, his abdomen once more shaking with his amusement. It was bad enough that this creature had every intention of raping her, but she felt completely degraded. It was if she was nothing to him, and though that may have been true, it certainly wounded her pride to even consider that idea, especially when she considered herself the unofficial queen of Silent Hill. What a grave mistake that was. She was now within arm's reach of her assailant and he wasted no time in yanking her off the ground, slamming her already aching form into the nearby wall. His breathing rasped inside his helmet as blood oozed from the wound she had managed to carve into his shoulder, the burgundy liquid dripping from its surface in little trickles, the bullet barely splitting the robust surface of his flesh. Other than the tiny wound sliced along his collar bone, he was unfazed, the rest of the bullets bouncing off the large pyramid that adorned his shoulders.
His knee wedged itself between her thighs roughly rubbing her most sensitive area in what she figured was to get her ready for what was to come. Despite her best attempts to wiggle out of his grasp, his hands violently ripped the fragile material that constituted her shirt and bra freeing her chest to his depraved desires. One of his hands began to crudely knead the soft skin of her breast, the smooth skin peeking between the spaces of her fingers as she bit her lip to stop from whimpering. "S-stop, please." He took the opportunity to ravage her parted lips, his long tongue wedging its way into her mouth and wrapping around her own. The slick sounds of his tongue sliding back and forth against her own forced a soft, muffled moan from deep within her throat, her attacker grunting in response. He didn't want her to feel pleasure, only terror and fear. The hand that was massaging her breast abruptly stopped its actions and harshly forced her shoulder back, her legs kicking pathetically in protest. He continued to push her shoulder back into the wall her muffled cries only intensifying, as her hands pathetically pounded against the hard, muscled contours of his chest. She could feel her shoulder blade about to snap, the sheer magnitude of the pain forcing tears from her eyes. Her body realized it was near its breaking point, her assailant inflicting damage that would result in a permanent injury. Remembering the glass from earlier, she blindly swung at the area in front of her, suddenly finding herself in a huddled mass on the rusty red floor of the building.
She spit out copious amount of the creature's saliva and forced herself onto her feet, not even bothering to see what had made him drop her. The loud pounding of her heart in her ears was the only sound she could make out as she retraced her previous steps, ignoring the possibility of other monsters. When she finally saw the exit to the building a loud bellow shook the entirety of its foundation, her blood running cold in her veins. His saliva still clung to her lips, the angry red mark of his handprint embedded into the soft skin of her breast. Not waiting to see what retribution he had in store for her attack, she forced her legs to move despite the immense fear trying to root her to her current location, and didn't stop running until the familiar faded white walls on the church came into view. This was the only location in Silent Hill, as far as her knowledge extended, that wasn't affected by the sirens. No monsters ever could make it past the gates, though many tried, their limbs eviscerated in the process. Val was conveniently on the steps as she ran up, the small blonde's mouth hanging agape at her friend's current condition. "Gabby! What the fuck happened? Are you alright?"
Gabby tried to say something, but could only gasp and shake her head, her hands resting on her knees as her exhausted body began to dry heave, her hand reflexively covering her mouth to stop the painful contractions. Val removed the outer coverlet of her robe and wrapped it around her friend's shoulders holding her disheveled hair back as she began vomiting. Val turned her attention towards Silent Hill trying to discern anything out of the ordinary that would explain why Gabby was in such an unsettled state. There was nothing besides the typical Mumbler lazily limping around the old hospital, but as she turned back towards her friend she could have sworn a pair of terrible yellow eyes was watching them with interest. Shaking her head and internally chiding herself for being so paranoid, she gently draped Gabby's good arm over her shoulders and guided her down the hall satiating the probing cult members numerous questions. They had been looking for a reason to stop protecting Gabby and Val certainly wouldn't be the one to betray her friend. Whether or not she wanted to admit it, Gabby was their only way out of Silent Hill. None of them could venture beyond the barrier, not even Val and she considered herself very liberal in their practices. Gabby was their salvation, whether or not they wanted to admit it, but of course people were paranoid and stupid, turning a blessing into a potential curse. Shaking her head, she strained her ears to listen for her friend's shallow breathing, and gently lay her on the bed, only leaving to fetch a pair of clean clothes, a bucket of soapy water, and a warm washcloth. Val had never felt so helpless. It seemed as if her friend was on the apex of death, her eyes fluttering rapidly beneath her eyelids and her head jerking from side-to-side every couple of minutes.
"Just what happened to you Gabby? This is all my fault. I-I'm so sorry…"
Though Val never received a response, she cleaned up her friends wounds to the best of her ability and gently dressed them with old bandages begrudgingly leaving her side when a fellow clan member called her for service. She had tried to stay, but after several threats from her elders about their intention to leave the girl back in Silent Hill, she eventually gave in, deciding it wasn't worth risking her friend's life. Before leaving she tenderly applied a cold, fraying washcloth to her head knowing she wouldn't be back until late that evening. The Morning Star's always insisted on praying for hours, not giving any respite in between even for food or water. It was especially hard on the younger members, but discipline and penance had to be embedded into them for an early age…at least that's what Val's father had told her.
"Sleep well, Gabby…I'll be back soon."
Closing the door behind her, Val journeyed into to shimmering, gold room of ceremony the sirens of Silent Hill forcing their religious icons to tremble on their shelves. They began rapidly tumbling off of the shelves causing the loud shrieks of nearby woman to echo around the golden walls, men hurrying to catch them before they shattered. By the time the last remaining notes of the annoying speaker drifted about the building, only one figure was remaining. In their religion he was classified as the punisher, a male figurine with a pyramid resting on his shoulders. Val simply rolled her eyes at their raucous opting to take a seat on her mat and close her eyes in preparation for prayer. She could hear the bounding footsteps of the other cultists rushing around, children disobeying their parents and squealing with delight as they tried to dart between the adult's legs, and the annoying drone of their leader trying to calm everyone into submission and failing terribly. 'Just another day in paradise.'

Gabby slowly felt feeling enter into her body, her fingertips twitching with the beginning threads of consciousness. Water began to drip down her forehead and for a minute she thought it was him, the creature from earlier, returning to exact revenge on her attack. Her hand roughly gripped the object only to feel the soft edges of cotton return her touch. She removed the object from her head and slowly moved her body into a sitting position, her one arm still throbbing from earlier. Her eyes darted towards the window, the deep oranges of the setting sun peeking into the darkness of her room. The sun's descending rays bathed her room in an eerie red light, her room reminding her of the all too familiar blood stained hallways of the Otherworld. She roughly pulled her curtains shut, and began puttering around her room in efforts to clean up the utensils when she spotted something in the corner of her room. Deciding it was just her mind playing tricks on her, she stuffed the washcloth into the bucket and placed it on her crudely made table until she heard a masculine voice call out to her, those same yellow eyes slowly rising from their place on the floor.
"Well, I certainly didn't think I'd see you again. Color me impressed, you managed to not only sever part of The Executioner's tongue and force him into a fit of anger I haven't seen in years, but you also managed to cut my eye with your terrible aim. Lucky bitch."
Gabby quickly whirled around to face him, not able to make out the creature's form in her dimly lit bedroom. Her hand groped for a nearby light, the quickly flicker of the bulb causing a scream to rise in her throat. Her first suspicion of its feline nature was indeed correct as far as she could tell, but he…it was not anywhere near the size on an average cat. The creature was at least 6' 7" tall towering over even her rather lengthy 5' 9" figure. His body was gaunt and almost humanesque in appearance, his ribs disgustingly poking out of the dark ebony fur that coated every part of his body. He was standing on his two muscular hind legs and lazily glancing down at his cruel black claws with an amused expression, the shimmering points of his teeth jutting out from beneath his lip. The long, streamlined, portion of his tail lazily swept back and forth across her wooden floor, its power evident in its every movement. He could easily kill her if he wanted, they both knew it, but there had to be a reason for his appearance.
"H-how did you get past the barrier? I thought…monsters weren't allowed to pass it."
His large head tilted to the side, more of his wicked teeth visible to her as his smirk spread into a grin. "What makes you think I'm a monster? I take offence to that, girl. Besides, how do you know you're not the monster? Hated by everyone, the only human able to venture into our world. That seems pretty monstrous to me."
In one swift movement he was standing right in front of her a gnarled hand wrenching the cover-up Val had given her to hide her nudity. The male monster clucked his tongue in amusement before relaxing back onto his hind legs and gesturing to the angry red handprint that was still embedded into her breast. "Nobody escapes The Executioner. He will claim what is yours especially in light of your…attack. Half of his tongue was severed by your quick thinking. Not even these walls will protect you for much longer. In fact, do I hear him now?"
He feigned a fake gasp before dragging his mangled claws across the wall of her room, perfectly replicating the terrible sound of Pyramid Head's gigantic knife scraping across the concrete. Gabby couldn't help but wince, angrily covering her naked torso from his prying eyes. Despite his words striking fear into the deep recesses of her soul, she couldn't suppress the irritation at everything that had happened to her. Jabbing a finger into his bony chest she rolled her eyes at his words, her free hand crossed over her chest in vexation. "If I remember correctly, you started chasing me. I was only defending myself. If you wouldn't have attacked me, your eye would still be intact, which by the way, seems perfectly fine."
The cat creature said nothing but barked a laugh, every jagged, shimmering tooth visible in his jagged smile. "I suggest you save some of that moxie for later. You'll need it." His tail flicked towards the dim yellow light of her lamp knocking it over before his yellow eyes began to move further and further away from her disappearing into the inky blackness of her room. A shiver worked its way down her spine, and she pulled Val's coverlet tighter around her shoulders, trying to make out any sign of the gigantic feline's presence. As if on cue, the terrible roar of Silent Hill's sirens shook the delicate panes of Gabby's window, the terrible skidding of metal growing ever closer.
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