What I Was Made For Chapter 3
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 walked through the streets, his hands covered in blood. He still held the knife he killed that creature with. He wasn't sure what street he was on, or where this place even was. It seemed so unreal. Creatures just roaming around town like this? Surely he would have heard of such a place if it really existed. That led him to believe something he never thought he would say. "I'm going fucking crazy..." He thought to himself. He heard something up ahead, it sounded like something knocking over a trash can. He ran towards a car, crouching behind it so whatever or whoever was coming towards him couldn't see him. He held the knife tightly, his heart near thumping out of his chest as he prepared himself to kill again.
"Don't move..." Someone said to Lukas. Whoever it was, they had quite a deep voice.
Lukas looked back, seeing a man, aiming a gun right at him. He looked fairly well built, being six foot in height with a thicker body. He didn't look unfit, but he didn't look like he worked out all that much. He looked to be in his mid forties with green eyes, and short black hair with a side parting. He had a quite masculine jaw line, as well as a faint scar just underneath his left eye. He wore what looked like a gray wool trench coat, the kind he would expect some kind of military officer wearing. Underneath that, he wore a black shirt, with black trousers and shoes. The gun he was pointing at him looked like an old 1911 handgun. "There are fucking monsters running around this place, and you want to point a gun at me?" He angrily questioned him.
"The only dangerous thing I see is you... Drop the knife." The older man replied to him, keeping the barrel of his gun pointed straight towards his head.
"You've got to be fucking kidding me..." Lukas replied as he dropped the knife, and looked straight back to the man. He then stood up, keeping his blood covered hands in the air.
"Who did you kill?" The man bluntly asked him.
Lukas knew that there was no way this guy would believe him if he hadn't seen them already, but he guessed the truth was the best option in this case. After all, if he hasn't seen them already, he soon would do. "A monster..."
The man wasn't sure what to make of this guy, but he certainly wasn't about to start trusting him. After all, he had blood all over him. "He must've really got on your bad side..."
"You could say that... My name is Lukas." He eventually introduced himself.
"Nice to know. Look, I don't know what is wrong with you, or why you killed someone... But if you follow me, I will put a bullet in your head. Is that understood?" The older man told him.
Lukas simply nodded, his bloody hands balling up into fists. It was clear that this man didn't trust him at all, but he couldn't exactly blame him. He was covered in blood, and speaking about monsters. He wouldn't trust a person like him either. "Alright..." He replied.
The man backed away from Lukas, keeping his handgun pointed right at him. "Good." He simply responded as he walked away into the fog.
"... How many more fucking weirdos am I going to bump into in this place?" Lukas thought to himself as he went ahead and picked his knife back up. He wasn't sure what that guy was doing here, but right now, he had bigger problems on his mind. He still wasn't sure if any of this was really real. He knew the blood on his hands sure felt real, but all this seemed too insane to be really happening.
30 minutes later...
Lukas aimlessly walked the streets with the knife still in his hand. He felt so lost, this entire place was like a maze of streets with monstrosities hiding behind a thick blanket of fog. As he walked on, he saw someone, or something. It was a dark humanoid figure shrouded in fog. He couldn't make out who it was, but it definitely looked more humanoid than the rest of these creatures roaming around in the streets. He stopped in his tracks, watching the humanoid figure walking towards one of the nearby buildings. It was hard to make out, but it looked like they walked into it. Carefully, Lukas followed, hoping maybe whoever it was had answers. This place felt insane, he just wanted to get out. Maybe whoever walked into that building knew of a way out. As he got closer and closer to the building, he saw it was actually a flower shop. A big glass window displayed all the wilted and dead flowers inside. They looked as if they were ready to crumble at the slightest touch. Slowly, Lukas pushed the door open, and walked inside. As soon as he walked in, a strong mildew smell struck him, but that wasn't what surprised him the most. He could see drops of fresh blood on the dirty white tiled floor. In the room was a bunch of tables, with many potted plants on them. Every single one was dead. Carefully, he walked past the dead plants, walking towards the counter. He was following the droplets of blood, which he guessed might lead him to someone who has some answers.
"Hello?" He called out, hoping that perhaps someone would answer him. There was no response. Just silence. Lukas began to have second thoughts as a wave of dread suddenly washed over him. The feeling only got stronger as he got closer to the counter, so he then turned around. He had a feeling that perhaps he didn't want to see what was behind that counter.
"Lukas..."
Lukas immediately spun around, looking back to the counter. He thought he heard a woman's raspy voice calling to him. "Who's there?!" He demanded to know as his grip on his knife tightened.
"Lukas..."
His heart was pounding away in his chest as fear set in, but he had to know what exactly was calling out his name. Very quietly, he made his way towards the counter, getting closer, and closer, and closer until he was just a few inches away from it. The sound of a woman's raspy voice didn't stop, he could still hear it, calling out his name.
"Lukas...Lukas...Lukas..."
It was then he looked over the edge of the counter. Immediately, he wished he hadn't. What he saw almost stopped his heart once and for all. He saw a writhing sack of red flesh. It was as if something, or someone was inside it. Hell, it could have been two people for all he knew. All he could hear was a sickening squelching sound, followed by the sight of blood spurting from the sack. He had no idea what he was really looking at here, but the sight of it made him sick to the stomach. He knew this thing had no possible logical explanation, no reason as to why it was calling his name. It didn't even have a visible mouth, so why was this happening? It looked like something out of some drug induced nightmare. He couldn't bare to look at it anymore. Just as soon as he turned his head, something ripped open the fleshy sack from the inside, causing blood to splatter across his face. He quickly fell onto his back, completely caught off guard. However, he didn't hesitate to get right back up, and run for that door. As he ran, he heard a monstrous screech shortly before busting the door open with such force, it was almost taken off its rusty hinges. He didn't dare look back, not for anything. He had no explanation for that, except that perhaps he really was insane. Or perhaps, this was his own little hell.
Author's note: Are cracks starting to emerge in Lukas' sanity? How much more can he take before he truly begins to lose it? There is only one way to find out. Also yeah, Silent Hills is not happening, and that is extremely disappointing. I mean our chance to finally have another amazing Silent Hill game, and it is snatched away! Damn it! Maybe one day it will resurface in one form or another... I hope. Alison Road seems to be heavily inspired by P.T after all. Anyway, thank you all for reading!