They told me he was a killer. Death himself. Hunting those who come near.
He pushed open a door, watching carefully for others near. He nodded to himself, pulling her into the room and pushing her down to the floor. Do not kill this time. DO NOT KILL. He slammed the door shut, it creaking loudly as he did. He watched her form quiver in the dark, and he growled. PROTECT? He stared at her for a minutes, while time seemed to pass by slowly. He turned and opened the door, growling and slamming it shut. She got up, grabbing the door and pulling the rusted handle. No way out. It was too heavy for her...She backed away, a light flickering in the middle of the room. EXPLORE. She walked along the side of the room, coming into a smaller room. A bathroom, cleaner than the other rooms she had seen. Where am I? She looked into the cracked mirror, wiping the drying blood off of her face. She should have never come here. She should have listened to them.
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Silent Hill, The Pyramid Man
HorrorThe scrape of the blade on the floor sounded behind her. RUN. The blood on the walls. HIDE. He was there. She wasn't what he was looking for. DEATH. The Silent communication between her and him. Where the Death is never known. A work in progress.
