What I Was Made For Chapter 5
Story by PROKNIFER69 on SoFurry
A man enters Silent Hill, but what happens when a man becomes more monstrous than the monsters? This is the story of a man's slow decent into madness, but with a twist. Not only will he fight to survive, but he will learn to enjoy his new hell. Contains strong violence and sexual scenes.
Lukas felt the bullet narrowly missing his head as he pressed his body against the wall to the left of him. However, he was not safe. The creature aimed her gun right at him again, and he quickly tried to avoid it by pushing himself away from the left wall. The nurse pulled the trigger again, only to strike Lukas' left forearm. It caused him to drop the flashlight, but fortunately, it did not break. He let out a loud yell as he felt a searing pain from the bullet entering, and then leaving his flesh. He saw the nurse shambling towards him. He knew he had to do something, so he quickly threw his makeshift spear right at her, seeing the blade entering her right breast. The creature in nurse clothing let out a scream as it staggered back. Lukas did not give it enough time to recover. He ran right at it, and rammed his shoulder into its gut, tackling it down to the ground. He heard another gunshot, the bullet entered the ceiling this time as a desperate struggle between the two commenced. With his right hand, he held down the creature's arm that held the gun. The creature did not let him just do what he wanted though. Her fingers quickly found, and dug into his new wound.
"Gah! You fucking cunt!" he screamed, shortly before slamming his forehead down into her smooth face, not once, but four times. Each time, it let out a ghastly pained growl. Blood poured both from his wound, and the creature's breast. They were fighting in near pitch black darkness, only able to see each other mostly through touch, and sound. He pulled his forearm away from her grasp, only to slam his left fist down into the side of the nurse's head. The punch almost hurt him just as much as it hurt her. A brief muzzle flash from the creature's gun illuminated them both, letting him see that she was bleeding from her head too. Almost as soon as he saw that, he just kept slamming his fist right into the creature's head, again and again. He could feel blood, flowing from his wound, and down to his knuckles as he kept up his relentless assault, until the creature just stopped moving beneath him. Then, he let out a massive cry in absolute agony. His forearm was killing him, and those repeated blows he was forced to make did not help at all. He sat up, on top of the nurse as he pulled the gun right out of its hand. Even though this creature was unmoving, he decided to make sure it wasn't getting back up. Quickly, he got back up to his feet, seeing the nurse with her legs spread open, blood seeping from its womanhood. It made him sick to watch it dribbling out of her, but then his mind turned to finishing this. Instead of wasting a bullet, he raised his foot, and stomped on her neck, hearing a strange wet noise followed by the popping of dislocated vertebrae. Still not satisfied, he raised his foot, and slammed it down right into the creature's smooth featureless face, again and again until finally, the skull gave way.
"Fuck you!" he near roared as he stumbled back, and tried to catch his breath. Adrenaline was pumping through his veins, he was not ready to die yet. He looked around, and quickly found the flashlight. He picked it up with his left, blood soaked hand. Fortunately, the bullet didn't hit bone. It just shredded through the flesh, making it painful to move his fingers, but he had to move them. He had to push through the pain. At least he got a gun out of this mess. He looked down to it, recognizing it was a 1911. He didn't want to get rid of the spear though, so he came up with a solution that would help him easily carry his makeshift spear around. He began to strip the nurse, taking the clothing. He ripped it up, and tied a big strip to end of the pole, and tied another strip to the other end. Once he connected the two, he was left with a sling on his makeshift spear. He slung it over his back, and kept the flashlight in his left hand, and the gun in his right. He then proceeded to check the other rooms nearby. He didn't feel bad about leaving the body like that. It could rot for all he cared.
He entered one room, keeping the handgun raised, just in case. He searched through drawers, looking for anything useful. He stuffed his pockets with batteries, and and even found something for his wound to prevent infection. Almost immediately, he poured some of it on his arm, fighting back the need to scream as excruciating pain jolted through his wound. He took everything useful that he could find. Knowing what kind of things he was up against, he knew he would need all the help he could get. He stuffed as much as he could fit into his cargo trousers and backpack, before leaving the room. It was obvious to him that no one except these demonic beings lived here, so he decided to leave while he still could. He walked back to the door that led to the stairwell, and opened it up. At first, he could see nothing but inky black darkness. However, once he shined his light into the stairwell, he got an unexpected fright.
Lukas gasped as he quickly leaned back, avoiding the blade of a scalpel by mere millimetres. He hastily stepped back, seeing another nurse standing there, about to lunge at him without a second thought, he raised his gun, and pulled the trigger. The bullet entered the nurse's skull, but it did not leave it. The demon dropped to the ground like a rag doll, but she was not alone. There were at least five more behind the one he just killed. Each of them was armed with some kind of weapon, either knives, or pipes. He doubted there was enough bullets left in his gun to kill them all, so he quickly turned back, and ran down the dark hallway. He jumped over the other nurse's body to quickly try some of the other doors, looking for some other exit. Nearly every door he tried was locked, and the few that did open were leading him straight into dead ends. He looked back down the hall, only to see at least six of those smooth skinned demons, slowly approaching him. His heart almost stopped when he saw another one of them held a handgun. Quickly, he ran towards yet another door, but it did not open. A loud gunshot rang out, sending him into a panicked state as he slammed his boot right into the door. The door gave way, and flung open. He ran right in, slamming the door behind himself, but it wasn't closing properly after he already kicked it in.
"Shit!" he exclaimed as he flashed his torch around the room. There was nothing in it but a bed with blood stains on it. In the middle of the room, it was clearly there was a small hole. He ran towards it, noticing it was a little small to fit down. He wasn't going to let that stop him though. He immediately began stomping on the rotting floorboards around the hole, cracking them and breaking them apart. He could hear the footsteps of those demonic things getting closer and closer. The debris from the floor all clatttered down to the room below. He was desperate to make this hole bigger, it was his only way out of this room. One by one, the floorboards were broken, giving him enough space to drop down below. He took his backpack and spear off his back, and dropped them down the hole. He then began to lower himself down. As he did so, the door opened, and the nurses quickly spotted him. His eyes widened as he saw the one with the gun right at the head of the pack. It raised its gun towards him, but he quickly dropped down as the creature pulled the trigger. With a grunt, he landed on his feet, finding himself in a big, dark room. He heard footsteps, and it sounded as if someone was running towards him from behind. Immediately, he spun around, but he was quickly struck over his head with something. The blow was strong enough to knock him over on his side. He dropped the flashlight, but held onto the gun. He tried to get back up, but then he felt someone on top of him, striking him again right in his face. His eyes fluttered a bit, before closing, knocked out.
Author's Note: Things are going to get really, really dark from here on out. You have been warned. Also did you known that the nurses heads were originally supposed to explode like burst condoms? The idea was scrapped, but it would've been kind of cool to see. Thank you to BigBossSonic for editing this! And thank you all for reading!