What I Was Made For Chapter 2
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. Strong violence and sexual scenes in later chapters.
Lukas landed on his feet, having just climbed over a six foot wooden fence. He looked around, seeing he seemed to be in someone's back garden. Quickly, he walked over to the back door, trying the door handle. After a minor fit of swearing, he stepped away from the door and found a heavy rock. "There is no fucking way I'm letting them get me." Lukas angrily whispered to himself before hurling the heavy rock straight at the window. He didn't care if this was someone's house, it seemed like there was no one living in these houses anyway. He pulled himself up into the house through the broken window, cutting his hands slightly on the glass as he did so. He let out a small hiss, feeling blood escaping the small cuts on his hands as he looked down to them. It was nothing serious, nothing a little alcohol won't fix. He stayed crouched, not knowing what kind of things could be lurking around in this place. He was in the dining room, in front of him was a big oak table with chairs around it, to the left was the kitchen, and up front looked like it was the living room.
"Fuck..." Lukas whispered to himself as he quickly moved by the door frame which led into the living room. He saw a single couch facing towards an old TV. He then looked over to the armchair that was facing away from him, and towards the TV. Lukas almost had a heart attack when he realized there was someone in it. The realization suddenly set in that there was no way this person wouldn't have heard him smashing into this place. On closer inspection, he realized that it wasn't moving at all. A million things began racing through his head, wondering if he was one of those things, or perhaps one of their victims. He decided to find out for himself. Slowly, he walked around the chair, the wood very slightly creaking underneath his feet as he now saw what was sitting there. It was just some mannequin with a blond wig on.
Lukas let his guard down for a second, and as soon as he did, he heard footsteps. He spun around only to see one of those things from earlier walking into the room. It looked like a person trapped in some leathery full body straightjacket. There was no time to examine the demonic thing though as it spurted its horrid liquid straight from its chest cavity. Lukas let out a startled yell as he fell back towards the TV, slamming his back into it and narrowly avoiding the acidic fluid that splattered over the mannequin's face. The mannequin's plastic face started to melt, caving in in itself, boiling hot plastic now dripping onto the armchair it rested on. There was a door leading out into what looked like a hallway nearby, he did not hesitate to go for it. On his hands and knees he quickly crawled, but as soon as he got back up onto his feet, he ran. He ran so fast through that door he almost slammed into the wall, using his hand to stop himself from hitting it with the rest of his body. Down the hallway, he could see a few doors, but the one that caught his eye was the front door. He could tell it led outside by the glass at the top of it, showing only a glimpse of the outside world in this dark hallway.
The sound of the demonic armless beast behind him could be heard, he could hear it walking towards him. He sprinted towards the door, and tried to open it, but it wouldn't budge. Letting go of the door handle, he backed away from it only to slam his foot right into it. The door didn't even seem to budge, not even when he kicked it again. He was going to give it another kick, but when he looked back over his shoulder, he saw that armless beast, in the dark, like it was just staring at him even though it seemed to have no eyes. Then, it started walking again. Lukas quickly tried a door to his left, seeing it leading into some bedroom. It looked old, the floral pattern wallpaper was partially stripped off the walls. The floors were made of old poorly maintained wood with various stains dotted on it. He saw there was a spot underneath the bed he could probably hide, he hated the idea of doing that but he had no choice. He slammed the door shut behind him, then running straight for the bed. As he got on his hands, knees and belly, he heard it coming, hearing its footsteps on the wooden floor in the hallway. There was no where else he could hide, so he slid himself underneath the bed, and when he did, his hand brushed against something.
Slowly, the door creaked open, Lukas' eyes widened in pure fear, thinking it might just melt through the bed. He hoped it wouldn't be able to open the door seeing as it had no hands to open the door with, but now he saw its feet. It looked almost as if it had some strange platform boots on, the kind one would find in some retro movie, but these looked like they were made out of something else, like they were part of this creature's anatomy. He saw the strange thing walk straight towards the bed, and almost as if it was a reflex, Lukas grabbed the object he had felt brush against his hand earlier. Only when he grabbed it did he realize it was a sharp kitchen knife with a wooden handle. It got closer and closer to the bed until it was right in front of him, facing the bed. Fear got the best of him, it was fight or flight now, and he chose fight.
Lukas rammed the tip of the blade straight into the ankle of the monstrosity. Through the wooden handle, he could feel the blade hitting bone, sliding off the ankle bone and into the tendons behind it. The creature scream in a horrific demonic tone before falling hard onto its side, spraying its acidic fluids all over the wooden floor. Lukas rolled out from underneath the bed and quickly got to his feet, still gripping the butcher's knife. He saw the monster getting onto its knees, trying to get back up, but it never got the chance to. Lukas plunged the knife straight into the side of its leathery neck, feeling the blade slipping through the flesh and straight into the throat. Lukas' heart was pounding away as he pulled the knife out, blood spurting from the wound.
"Fucking die! Just fucking die!" He screamed as he watched the monster hit the ground, but it was still writhing, as if it could still get back up. Not taking any chances, he started stomping on its head, not just once, but repeatedly. Its head was caving in, the strange skull underneath all that leathery skin was fracturing until it gave way. Sharp parts of the skull were driven into the brain as was the heel of his boot. It was only then that he stopped, looking down at the body. Blood poured out of its caved in head as well as the monster's neck. Lukas looked down to the dead monster as he panted, gathering his breath, only just realizing what he had done. He had no choice, it was him or it, and he chose himself. He survived this time.
Author's note: Better get used to the blood, there may be a lot more of it coming in future chapters.