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Shame
By : Amos
Category: +S through Z > Silent Hill
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"You should head back now; here,” Alex moved from the sleeping bag to his coat, where he dug inside the pockets. He pulled out the bent flashlight that Joshua had seen before, and he held it out to the teenager.
Joshua took it and looked it over. The plastic had melted on one part, but it was unscathed nonetheless.
The teenager looked at Alex and smiled, standing up.
“I can bring you a lantern next time, or something,” he said.
Alex shook his head.
“There won't be a next time. If you get caught here, I'll have hell to pay. I've paid enough.”
Joshua's smile slipped away and he frowned. “You talk in riddles just like everyone else in town. What is such a big deal?” He put a hand on his hip, and Alex rolled his eyes, adjusting to lay inside the sleeping bag.
“If no one else tells you, I won't tell you. Go home, Joshua.”
Alex rolled in the bag to face the wall, and Joshua's frown deepened.
“Well, he did learn from the best,” he remembered his mom saying. What was the big fucking deal?
“Did you learn gardening from my mom?”
“If I'm going to have to chase you out of here, you're fucked.”
“...I just… I want to know why everyone hates you. It's like you're a convict or something, but you're… nice . So nice.”
Alex was silent.
“I want to help you, Alex. What's wrong ?” Joshua dropped his hand to his side, but Alex didn't speak. He didn't even shift.
“...Fine.”
Joshua turned from Alex like a spurned child, and he started walking to the entryway. When he was out of the area, another grave room away, he heard Alex.
“If you can figure out enough on your own, I'll help you,” the man sounded, and Joshua paused in the outdoors.
Find enough on my own… He sighed to himself and started walking again, turning on the flashlight that was given to him.
Fine.
l.l
He put the diary under his mattress, far enough that he could barely reach it. He put the flashlight under his pillow, so that he could access it without it being obvious.
And then he climbed into bed so that he could be ready for tomorrow.
l.l
“Hey Mom, do you have any plans for today?” Joshua asked Lillith the next morning, who was washing dishes.
“No,” she said, not even looking at him.
He tapped the counter in thought.
“...Does Dad?”
“He told you the other day, Joshua; he's at the department with deputy Wheeler.”
“Oh, okay.”
Alex wasn't at the house today, so Joshua probably wouldn't be being watched.
He could look for her purse.
He looked at his mom, waiting to see if she would say anything else to him, but she kept her eyes on the dishes that she scrubbed. Joshua was virtually invisible.
He left the kitchen and decided that it was a good time to look for his mom's purse. If she was hiding anything, it was in there. He just had to find it.
“I'm a moody mom, where is my purse?” he whispered to himself as he walked to the staircase.
Maybe the bedroom? If my purse isn't there, maybe something else is.
Joshua walked up stairs, where he turned to go to his parents’ bedroom. If he got caught, he could pass it off as going to the restroom.
Once he entered the room, he started looking on the dressers and side tables, but there was nothing there. Inside the dresser, there were only clothes. In the closet, it was the same thing; suitcases and storage.
“Where does she keep her damn purse? It's just an accessory, for fuck's sake,” Josh mumbled to himself as he shut the closet door. He opened it again when he barely caught something in the corner of his eye.
It wasn't the purse; rather, a small box. It was folded shut, but the flaps were small, and left room to peek inside, where there was some kind of glint.
Joshua knelt and grabbed the box, pulling it to him from the floor's clutter to open it.
Inside, there were random knick knacks.
He grabbed a coin from inside and looked it over, eyebrows furrowed. It looked like a collector's coin, with some sort of symbol etched into it. On the back, it said 1986.
“We're in 2011,” Joshua scoffed and tossed the coin back into the box. Digging inside for anything else, he almost gave up until he got a papercut.
“Ow!” He looked at his finger and put it to his lips when blood bubbled up from a slit. He reached into the box with his other hand, and he pulled out a photograph.
It was a woman with an infant, in a seraph photograph. Her hair was long, and her expression soft with a small smile. Her eyes looked secretive, though. The baby was wrapped in a blanket and sleeping, in her arms.
Joshua flipped the photograph over to see if there was a name or date, but it was blank.
“...”
He stopped the bleeding of his finger and folded the photograph before slipping it into his pocket.
“Josh!”
It was Joey's voice.
Joshua silent cursed to himself and started folding the box back before jumping up and shutting the closet door. He rushed to the bathroom and shut himself inside, where he hurried to turn on the sink and start washing his hands.
Not more than a second later, Joey peeked into the bathroom.
“Hey dude, pack some clothes,” he said with a grin. Joshua looked at him through the sink's mirror.
“Why?”
“Your mom just said you could stay over.”
“What makes you think I'd want to after yesterday's act of terrorism?” Joshua asked flatly, turning off the sink and grabbing the hand rag to dry his hands.
Joey pushed the door open more and leaned against the doorway.
“I know you aren't bitching.”
“I'm not. I'm… procrastinating.”
“Well why the hell for?”
“Because I almost got busted!” Joshua turned to face Joey, scoffing. “My mom smelled smoke on me, and if it was my Dad I'd be dead !”
Joey rolled his eyes and motioned. “Just come on, it'll be fun. I'll order some pizza and stuff.” He smiled and Joshua huffed through his nose.
It was too hard to tell Joey no. Not because he was convincing, but because he was adamant.
Joshua put the rag up and walked to Joey, who moved from the doorway to let him through. Joey followed Joshua as he walked to his room, and then he broke off to go to Joshua's closet, which he opened the door of to reach inside for a Dr. Pepper.
Joshua kept hot sodas in his closet for Joey, so that he wouldn't dig in his fridge, because it was becoming an annoying habit.
Joey cracked open a soda and watched Joshua as he packed some clothes into his backpack. The smaller teen glanced back at Joey.
“Do you still have spare toothbrushes?” he asked.
Joey nodded. “Yeah, just hurry up.” He drank from his soda and watched Joshua zip his bag, flinging it onto his back after. The teen then stepped into his sneakers before looking at Joey again.
“Are we walking?”
Joey snorted. “Yeah, always.”
Joshua sighed. “I hate walking,” he mumbled. He hated walking to Joey's house, because Joey usually walked through the cemetery. He had some sort of love for it, the soil. He had always been in love with plants and gardening, but he had an attraction to death, too.
Joey set the full soda can onto Joshua's dresser before following him out of the room, where they started descending the stairs.
Lillith wasn't anywhere in view, like always. She seemed to hide herself away for whatever reason.
The teenagers left the house and headed for Joey's, which was on Friedkin Rd. It was just a straight shot down Craven Ave., but Craven was a long road; a total of ten, maybe fifteen minutes by walking.
The streets were dead as always, because the town was more of a retirement place, which was another reason as to why Joshua didn't have many friends. The only kids that town had when he was younger were Joey, Scarlet, and Nora, but Nora is two years older than the other three.
“Hey Josh, watch out- I'm gonna get your legs,” Joey sounded from behind Joshua and the smaller blonde looked back. Joey was stomping after Joshua's feet, aiming for his heels, and the brunette laughed.
“Dude, knock it off,” Joshua quickened his pace to protect himself, and Joey widened his stomps.
The two would do that in the grocery store when they were younger, and it was what made it a rule that they couldn't hang out there together anymore.
Joey was just too rowdy.
After Joshua got stepped on a few times, and the two chased each other for a bit, they reached Joey's house on Friedkin without the cut through the cemetery.
“Is your dad home?” Joshua asked as they reached the front door, and Joey shook his head.
“No, he's out doing something for a bit. He'll be back later.” Joey opened the front door and Joshua stepped inside, the other brunette following and closing the door after.
Joshua sighed and glanced around.
The Bartlett home was expensive, a mansion. It looked nice, and it was filled with nice things. It was sort of annoying coming here.
“You said you're gonna order pizza, right?” Joshua asked as he started heading to the stairs, so that he could go to Joey's room.
“Yep.” Joey turned off to go to the home phone, leaving Joshua alone.
The house was too… nice to be comfortable alone. It was eerie. Once in his childhood, Joshua had gotten lost inside for a total of two hours until Mayor Bartlett found him.
Since Joshua came here so often when they were younger, he had gotten a few things down, such as Joey's room.
The brunette headed there, where he put his bag on the floor beside the door. Then he went to Joey's bed to sit on it, where he leaned forward on his knees, chin on a hand.
He hated staying the night here. Because Sam Bartlett was a drunk, it left alcohol around, and Joey was probably going to make Josh try some. He really just wanted to move on. Nora was already in college, and he thought he'd heard that Scarlett had a boyfriend from another town, but that could be false. He didn't want to dwell on… Joey. He didn't have a want to drink alcohol, or smoke cigarettes, or look at porn all of the time. If he had to dwell on anything, it would be Alex.
“If you can figure out enough on your own, I'll help you.”
“I don't even know where to start,” Joshua grumbled to himself.
He needed his mom's purse. Maybe it had something that would strike Alex's 'fancy’. That, or the photograph. After he found out who was in it.
Joey walked into the room and pointed off when Joshua looked at him.
“Pizza’ll be about fifteen minutes,” he said, and Joshua nodded. Then Joey went to flop onto his back on his bed beside Joshua.
“You know what your dad's doing at the department?” he asked, pinching Joshua's side. The smaller brunette swatted Joey's hand away and shrugged.
“No, why?”
“Because I do. 'Guess there's someone broken out of Silent Hill Penitentiary, killed a few inmates before hitting the road.”
“Tch. How do you know that?”
“My dad's the mayor, come on. I guess the guy's been spotted around town, so the sheriff's department is gonna set up some blockades soon, to keep him out.”
“If there were a convict on the run, they would already have a manhunt and shit,” Joshua rolled his eyes and flopped back too, looking up at the ceiling.
“It's Silent Hill, they hate publicity,” Joey said and flopped an arm onto Josh's stomach. The other brunette tossed the limb away and sighed.
“...If your dad's mayor and all, what's that homeless guy doing here?” Joshua asked and looked at Joey. Joey shrugged.
“Maybe it's a punishment. We don't know who he is.”
“He doesn't look capable of doing anything that bad. I mean, he looks like a war veteran,” Joshua murmured and sighed.
Joey scoffed at him. “Dude, veterans are crazy. Have you seen your dad?” He laughed at himself and Joshua just shook his head.
“I think you're wrong.”
Joey glanced at Joshua. “I'm never wrong, Josh. He's probably a freak. A freak that you should kick off your property. Seriously, why the hell is he always at your house?”
Joshua huffed and put his hands on his stomach, twisting his fingers together. “He's a hard worker. My dad pays him for it.”
Joey laughed again before shaking his head and breathing deep. “Damn, you're too good. I-”
The doorbell rang and Joey sat up. “Well that was quick! Wait here, I'll get the pizza.” He hopped up off of the bed and Joshua lay in wait until he couldn't hear Joey's footsteps anymore. Then he got up from the bed and walked to the bedroom door, pulling his shoes off and setting them beside his bag.
He knelt down beside his things and opened his bag, where he pulled out his night clothes and started folding them. He pulled open the bottom drawer of Joey's dresser and started putting his clothes in when he noticed that the drawer was stuck. He tried pulling it free a few times, but it didn't budge, only leaving access enough for him to just peek inside.
“The hell?”
He sighed and reached his thin arm inside, feeling the sides of the drawer to try and find what was trapping it. His fingers slid across something thin and metal, but as soon as he touched it, it clambered further into the side of the drawer, and he pulled his hand out.
He tried pulling the drawer open but it was still stuck.
“Push and pull, push and pull-” he pushed the drawer shut and tried pulling it back open, but now it was stuck shut. Joshua gawked and shook his head.
“No, no, no!” He tugged the drawer’s handles but it didn't move, just jiggled the dresser.
“Oh my god!” He sat back and brought a hand to his face, shaking his head once more. His clothes were stuck inside.
Footsteps sounded and Joey came inside, empty handed. He looked at Joshua and quirked an eyebrow.
“What's with the despair?”
Joshua looked up at him.
“Your drawer is stuck with my clothes inside- my pajamas!” he cried out and groaned loudly, dipping forward to hit his forehead on the dresser.
Joey laughed.
“Dude, that sucks. Want to borrow some of mine?”
“I don't want to, but I guess I'll have to,” Joshua sighed and stood from the floor, Joey helping him by grabbing his arm and pulling.
Joshua looked Joey over when up and motioned. “Where's the pizza?” he asked in confusion.
Joey rolled his eyes. “It wasn't it. Guess we gotta wait.” He walked to the desk in the corner of his room and sat in the chair, wiggling his mouse to wake up his computer.
“Come on, let's watch some porn,” he said and looked back at Joshua with a grin. Joshua cringed because he hated porn, and he cleared his throat.
“Let's just do something else.”
“Tch are you kidding me? They have new videos up every Saturday, come here! Okay, okay, come- come here,” Joey waved Joshua over and the smaller brunette went with a sigh.
Joey pat Joshua's side, watching him with a mischievous smile.
“I'll let you pick the porn category, okay? Here, pull up a chair.”
Joshua blinked and stared at Joey, but he was already looking away, logging into his computer. Joshua silently cursed himself and grabbed the extra chair, pulling it over and sitting in it.
He didn't know porn categories! He didn't even like chicks! How was he supposed to pick a fucking genre?
“Okay, it's on,” Joey said after typing in pornhub.com. The webpage came to life and Joshua swallowed, looking over the content.
It was all straight. There were videos of blonde girls with big tits sucking dick, or bent over and getting fucked, there was one of a girl with a dildo-
“These are just the advertised ones, look here,” Joey brought up the category tab and pointed. Joshua unwittingly looked.
Straight, Bisexual, Lesbian, Gay- ...gay.
Hardcore, creampie, threesome, anal…
“Joey, I really don't want to pick,” Joshua murmured while looking at the things, most of which he didn't know the terms of. At his house, there was no internet, or porn mags, or even porn channels on their cable bill- his parents didn't want him ending up like Joey's free spirit, and Joshua was alright with that.
“Just pick one! Come on, what kind of girls are you into? Blonde, big tits, small tits, barely legal, MILF-”
“Joey, I just don't want to pick one,” Joshua said quietly and Joey looked at him. He was pink faced and his jaw was tight. He looked uncomfortable.
Joey rolled his eyes and looked back to the screen.
“Fine.”
He clicked a video with a pretty brunette girl giving an out of camera guy a blowjob, and Joshua averted his gaze so he wouldn't have to watch it.
“What's your favorite hair color?” Joey asked, and Joshua shrugged.
“I don't think it matters.”
“I like brunettes.”
“Cool.”
“What's your favorite body type? Mine's thin.”
“Muscular, I guess.”
“What about eyes?”
“I don't know, Joey.”
Joey leaned on his desk and looked at Joshua. The smaller brunette glanced at him, the other smiling. It was awkward, and before Joey could say anything, the doorbell rang.
Joey pushed off of the desk and reached into his pants pocket for his wallet. Pulling it out, he opened it and grabbed two twenties before holding it out to Joshua.
“I got it earlier, you can go this time. Since you don't want to watch this with me.”
Joshua rolled his eyes and took the money, getting up from his seat and leaving the room to go downstairs.
He went to the front door and pulled it open to the pizza man, who was big and blonde with a cap on. He held two pizza boxes, and Joshua motioned a hand.
“How much?”
“$36.40.”
Joshua looked at the bills he had and held them out.
“You can keep the change,” he said and took the pizzas, and the guy put the money in his bag.
“Thank you,” he replied before leaving, and Joshua shut the door. He opened the first box to look inside, and it was black olives and pepperoni- his favorite besides supreme.
Shutting the box again, he made his way back to the stairs. Before he even got up the first step though, he heard a noise. It was far off and quiet, distant, that he almost thought he had imagined it. The teen stepped up two stairs but paused when he heard it again.
A voice, there was no mistaking it.
Joshua put the pizzas on the side table beside the stairs before going back to the floor level and walking off, to search for the sound.
He didn't hear anything more. It was silent.
He ended up branching into a part of the mansion that he never went to much, but he didn't turn back. Something told him to keep going.
On a far wall, there was a giant statue of a woman mended into the wall, beautiful and ornate. Underneath her, there was what looked like a coin slot on a pillar beneath her dress.
Walking to it, Joshua ran his thumb over the slit, pondering. It looked too long for normal coins, even bigger than the quarter. The pillar top was golden, and just above the coin slot, there was a carved symbol. A circle with different things inside of it, like a type of image. It looked...familiar.
A collector's coin, with some sort of symbol etched into it.
The coin from the house, of the year 1986- it was the same symbol.
Damn it! Why didn't Joshua keep it? He flicked it back like it was nothing!
The teenager cursed himself and stomped a foot into the air, silently yelling at himself.
“-op…”
Joshua stopped his fit and glanced around. It was the voice from before, somewhere close.
He left the coin pillar and walked by the doors that lined the giant room, listening to them and what they held beyond.
“-there you go…”
Joshua stopped in front of a room like the rest, and he put his ear to the door. He could hear what sounded like someone in pain, maybe even crying. There was another voice inside, but Joshua couldn't tell what they were saying.
He grabbed the doorknob and slowly turned it, easing the door open enough to peek inside.
He could see someone's flesh, but only that. He pushed the door open more.
Mayor Bartlett was thrusting into someone, fully clothed with empty liquor bottles on the desk and floor where he fucked someone bent over the top.
The flesh was theirs, their body nude with red marks over their back and their hands pinned behind them by a belt around their wrists.
Alex Shepherd. It was Alex, his face hidden from Joshua's view, but he was crying and groaning as mayor Bartlett raped him.
“Stop tensing so much!” Sam Bartlett struck Alex across the back with his fist.
Joshua was going to shut the door and leave, because he couldn't bare it anymore, but the door was shut for him by Joey, who stood behind him.
Joshua jumped and quickly turned to Joey, the bigger brunette holding the pizzas with his other hand. He didn't look bothered, just watched Joshua.
“Let's go before the pizzas get cold.”
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Shame	By : Amos Category: +S through Z > Silent Hill Views: 1056 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Konami owns Silent Hill and the characters, I make no money.

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