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Beasts of Prey	By : Aurvea Category: +S through Z > Silent Hill Views: 1899 -:- 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: This story takes place in the Silent Hill Universe, but it will be following its own unique path~
AN: This is my very first fan-fiction! That being said, if you see anything that you think I should improve on, I'd really, really appreciate your constructive criticism. I'm always looking to improve my skills~ I really hope you enjoy my story, I had lots of fun writing it :) Without further ado, here is Beasts of Prey.

Brandish
That same dream. Darkness, swirling, rocking drowning-threatening to engulf her with a moment's weakness. Her eyes fluttered open, the same familiar faces surrounding here. Night after night, it was the same torture. One of the faceless, shrouded creatures grabbed her wrists, her limbs thrashing about in vain as she realized her body was strapped to a cold, concrete slab, her form completely helpless to their whims. "N-No please. Stop. I didn-" A harsh slap to her face stopped her pleas, a lone trickle of blood escaping her normally pink, pouty lips. There was no beauty in her body now, her normally illustrious green irises, dry and lifeless with despair, her once exquisite curves bony and gaunt from her constant starvation.
"You will be quiet. Your punishment is deserved," one lone voice resounded from the cloaked mob, the others softly joining it unison. Their chants danced across her eardrums in a monotonous wave, her head wildly whipping back and forth with frenzied attempts at escape. The crowd suddenly parted, a tall darkened figure stopping at the foot of her bed. What caught her attention, however, was the utensil he carried in his hand. A red hot metal brand curved and manipulated into a crude barbed circle. He approached her trembling form, watching with amused concealed eyes as she trembled and screamed beneath his gaze. The chanting figures once again started their monotonous drone, her feminine cries failing with terror. The man pressed the brand into her skin-

Gabriella woke with a start, her slender fingers entangling into the wet, matted waves of her hair. Her sheets were soaked from her terror, her thin white cotton night shirt clinging to her lithe form. The same dream, every night without fail. It was a miracle she was even able to sleep, especially with the impending fear that the dream would come. Her emerald irises settled on the brand that marked her wrist, the cruel black etching seeming to pulsate in the dim sunlight of her room. As much as the dream represented her terror, it was the only thing linking her to her past. The apparently terrible time that was suppressed deep within her mind. From what she gathered from the others staying here, she had been found lying unconscious in the middle of Silent Hill's courtyard, the sirens marking her arrival. The people had wanted to leave her there, the monsters closing in on her unprotected from when a young cultist girl, Valentina, saved her from suffering that awful fate. Val, as Gabrielle called her, attempted to integrate her into The Dawn Star's cult of beliefs, but she was much too rational to consider such things, even if she had no recollection as to how she got there. They seemed to be a harmless bunch of whackos who saved her from the abominations, so Gabby put on a brave face and listened to their ramblings, nodding at the appropriate times. It was amazing to think that Valentina belonged to such strange morals, especially when she seemed to think just like Gabby.
Shifting her body towards the edge of the bed, she allowed her feet to touch the cold, wooden floors of her bedroom before moving her long almond colored locks into a pony tail as she stood. Her feet carried her towards the barred window, where small slivers of light where attempting to claw their way into the darkness of her room. Her hands lazily tossed them open, only for her eyes to survey the dismal landscape. Silent Hill was such a dreary place, every building appearing to be on the verge of collapse. Apparently the town had once been a beautiful resort, drawing people from all over the world to its now rusted grates. It was hard to even imagine the dilapidated, ruined town possessing any kind of beauty. Grabbing a pair of faded hand-me-down jeans and a simple black button up tee-shirt from her closet, along with the handgun that was concealed within her closet's drawer, she dubbed herself ready to meet everything Silent Hill had to throw at her, laughing at the absurdity of her thoughts. Slipping on her worn sneakers that lay by the door, she made her way into the population of cultists, most nodding to her as she passed. She attempted to meet their gesture awkwardly smiling and nodding in return, only to bump into the very person she was looking for.
"Val! Ah, I'm so sorry I wasn't watching where I was going."
The short blonde placed her hands on her hips, her brown eyes glimmering with mischievousness. "Gabby! Just the person I was looking for! Today is your day to go hunting for food. While you're out there…could you do me favor? Please, please, pleaseee-"
The girl's insistent whining had Gabrielle shaking her head in annoyance, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips despite her irritation. "Let me guess? More hair dye or perhaps some of that lip balm I managed to swipe from a nurse while she was preoccupied with her own reflection?"
Gabriella had always been one to flirt with danger, especially with the loss of her memory. When she was afforded opportunities to actually leave the Church where they cult was residing, she took in everything that Silent Hill had to offer. Every building, nook, crevice, room, she planned on exploring, with the exception of a few creepy ones. Even she had to draw the line somewhere. On her last expedition, she had managed to find a room full of vanities, the box of hair dye concealed in the dusty remains of what had appeared to be a locker room. The nurses had been fascinated by the shimmering baubles, but for Gabriella and especially Valentina they provided a necessary distraction.
"Of course! You know me so well Gabby. Just remember. Be back before the sirens. I don't know what I'd do without you, okay? Just don't be too crazy."
Her voice lowered at the last part of her sentence, the petite blond never one to show unnecessary emotion. The Morning Stars frowned upon such practices, but even Val had to break the rules sometimes, especially when someone has strange as Gabby appeared. If that wasn't a sign from God, she didn't know what was.
"Don't worry. I'll be perfectly fine. Besides, it's much better than sitting here…mopping." She pretended to shudder before winking at her friend and heading out into the courtyard, making sure nobody was following her. There were always those in the cult that believed she could easily be as much of a curse as a blessing, an outsider that only meant them harm. If there was one rule in Silent Hill, it was to trust nobody, but paranoia only got you so far. As she lazily strolled through the rusted gates marked with the mostly indiscernible red letters of what appeared to read Keep Out. Ignoring the warning, she withdrew the gun from her pocket in case the town decided to test her mettle, as it loved to do most frequently, and started towards the room where the various vanities were nestled. Food could always be gathered later, especially when there were various storage spaces close to the cult's base.
Opening the door to the room containing Val's hair dye, she cautiously pushed the door open, pointing her revolver at the empty space. Thanking the heavens for the siren's not going off, she secured the gun in her pocket, making sure the safety was still on before rummaging around in the various dust coated boxes that were scattered about the room. From her furious movements, grime began to coat her throat and lungs, several powerful coughs racking her body as she kicked a nearby box harshly with her foot. "Fuck it. Val will just have to deal with her browning roots. I give up." Just as she turned to leave the room, the familiar chilling siren's wails reverberating throughout the room, the normally dingy grey wall paper beginning to peel off the walls in rapid strips. Red, blood rust was quickly replacing her surroundings the sound to tortured souls scarping her eardrums with their pleas. She still had time. As long as she could find a hiding place, nothing could harm her, she was safe. 'I still have time. The Otherworld hasn't claimed this place yet.'
Forcing her legs to move, she sped out of the room and down the hall, blurs of monsters and bodies chasing after her as the once faded checkered floor turned into one of blood metal, her footsteps echoing with every pump of her legs. The normally prideful, Gabby was gone, her temples pulsating with adrenaline and terror. A hand lurched out from the wall in front of her, nicking the soft skin of her forearm with its cruel, black gnarled claws. She couldn't see what it was, but a pair of yellow catlike eyes was closely following behind her, more and more of the dingy grey building she desperately yearned for vanishing before her eyes. If the atrocious sites of dismembered bodies and severed limbs were enough to break her confidence the smell of burning flesh and blood certainly was. It was putrid and metallic, clinging to her nose with reckless abandon. This had been a mistake, a terrible, terrible mistake. Her eyes lifted towards the ceiling as she tried to remember what the cultists had told her involving the invoking of a higher power. 'I promise if I live through this…I'll never do any stupid shit like this again. Please, please. I just need a door, a closet, anything.' As if by some unknown miracle, she spotted a door nearby appearing to be the closet she had so desperately pleaded for.
Just as the sirens ceased their cruel cry, she managed to secure herself in the room, the musty smell of old coats and boots filling her nostrils. At least it was better than the putrescent odor of decay that lurked outside the door. Her body relaxed, albeit slightly, only for those same unforgiving claws to pierce the fragile wood of the closet she was in. The creature was obviously in a frenzy, desperately trying to free the wood that shielded Gabby from its designs. The fierce snapping of jaws severed a board from the door, green acid leaking from its jaw as it ran down the other planks slowly eating away at its fibers. Without even realizing it, Gabby had begun to cry, hot tears streaming down her cheeks as the creature closed in on her trembling form. No. I am not going to die like this. Angrily running her hand against the wetness that coated her cheek, she withdrew the gun from inside the waistband on her jeans and pointed at the menacing yellow eye that was locket with her own fierce green ones. Her teeth sunk into the soft skin of her bottom lip as she repeatedly pulled the trigger, listening for a sign of her hopeful success. A painful screech echoed in the closet, the creature's claws desperately clawing at the wood that contained her form. "You bitch. I-I'll fucking kill you." Her heart desperately pounded against her chest as her eyes widened in terror. 'Did that thing…just talk?'
Not giving herself much time to reflect on its words, she shot off a few more rounds, all remnants of fear changing into violent determination. 'I am the master of this place. These creatures are shit to me.' Just as it was about to sever the boards and show her its true form, a horrid screeching echoed throughout all of the Otherworld, the terrifying beast stopping its frenzied attack. The claw disappeared from the door, and she heard the sound of what appeared to be amusement coming from the terrible abomination's mouth. "You're in for it now bitch. I hope he skins you alive." She strained to see what the cat-like creature was talking about only for the metallic sound to echo again but with what sounded like a feminine howl of terror. Her ears strained to hear what was causing the strange noises only for the atrocious screeching to grow louder. Gabby sunk to the floor, carefully avoiding the acid that was lazily eating a hole through one of the abandoned jackets; her hands clamped tightly over hear ears.
The brand on her wrist began to sear her skin, the normally blackened marks glowing with an eerie orange light just like when they were first applied. She begrudgingly removed one of her hands from her ear only to slap it into her wrist angrily, cursing her body for trying to betray her location. Her teeth were clenched tightly in her mouth, the grating metallic sound growing almost unbearable to her body. Just as she was about to vomit from the shear pain, the sound stopped, the supposed female growls seeming to be just outside her closet. Gabby cautiously stood on her trembling legs, one of her hands still attached tightly over the painful brand on her wrist, her eyes scanning the spaces in the door for any sign of the perpetrator of such atrocities. Her breath caught in her throat as she noticed a pathetically scrambling nurse gripped by the ankle of what appeared to be a man. She couldn't see his face, but the toned muscles of his torso and chest spoke to a very masculine appearance. Standing on her tiptoes she scrambled to see who the man was, thinking he could be an ally in her attempt to survive in this terrible world. Just as she was about to abandon her attempt to satiate her curiosity the man turned towards her, the large grey pyramid appearing to be staring right at her. The creature was caked with dried blood, pieces fluttering onto the floor with every contraction of his sculpted chest. She had to wonder if this wasn't some manifestation of her deprived sexual urges. Was there any other reason for one of Silent Hill's monsters to have the body of an Adonis? Her emerald orbs rolled at her inner commentary. Was she really checking out a creature that was flecked with blood? The trauma of her narrow escape must have cracked her already fragile psyche. She resisted the urge to sigh and watched what the creature was going to do with the nurse was pitifully kicking at her assailant.
He lifted the nurse up by the leg and slammed her against what Gabby figured was a table, the audible crack of her spine causing her to shiver with pain. The nurse was obviously rendered immovable by her attacker, the top of her blouse severed with what appeared to be a giant knife. Figuring that was the instrument that had been responsible for the atrocious racket of earlier, she could only watch in horror as the nurse's torso was nearly cut in half, her neck contorting with pain as the rusty, rancid smell of her blood invaded Gabby's nose. Even though she had her fair share of close calls with the nurses, she couldn't help but pity this poor creature. She was so helpless, her breasts quivering with the rapid jerking of her body. A long, black, tentacle-like appendage slithered out from beneath his helmet, and slithered around her ample breasts teasing the taught buds as the nurse neared her end. The hulking man buried his sword into the ground with enough force to leaving it standing without his aid and tossed what Gabby considered an apron to the floor. With mostly horror and shock, she wanted as his large swollen member goaded at the nurse's wide spread legs. Pre-cum oozed from its tip, the clear liquid dripping onto the nurse's thighs before he rammed into her.
Gabby strained to watch his movements, mesmerized by the scene in front of her. She thought the nurse was dead, but judging from her agonizing moans, she was all too alive, her body jerking from the male creature's rapid movements. The sound of slapping skin floated into her hovel as male grunts and feminine cries of pain and ecstasy resonated around the area. Her eyes focused on his large member sliding in and out of the nurses rapidly severing body, the slick sounds of their sex causing her flesh to prickle with goose bumps. The nurse's cried grew more frenzied as the snapping of his hips sped up, a grunt sounding in his large metal helmet as his partner exploded into a bloody mess of flesh and organs. His erection was still painfully obvious despite the rapidly dripping cum seeping from the tip of his member. A whimper left her lips at the scene partially at the atrocity of the nurse's fate, but because the creature hadn't move from his location. Realizing her mistake, she quickly clamped a hand over her mouth, scrambling deeper into the recesses of the closet, her trembling form partly obscured by a large winter coat. She attempted to stifle her breathing, straining to hear any sign of the earsplitting metallic grinding of his knife. Not hearing a sign of either, she cautiously made her way towards the fracturing door of the closet, her frantic eyes peeking through the cracks in the door. Her heart pounding in her ears, she scanned the room, only the nurse's obliterated body catching her attention. She relaxed her muscles only for a muscular hand to splinter the wood that had been her protector his hand firmly grasping onto the thick roots of her almond locks. She screamed and kicked frantically, the creature pulling her out of her hovel and slamming her body onto the floor. Her back arched off the ground her whole frame contorted in agony. If only she wouldn't have come here. It was only a matter of moments she too would meet the same fate as the nurse, if not worse, but she wouldn't give up so easily, especially after what the cat-like entity said to her. Gabby was known for her spiteful pride, and this instance would be no different even if her body did feel like it had been shattered.
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