Silent Hill Activation: Destined To Die

Chapter One

     Chapter One

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      "I thought it was over," Heather said dully as she staggered into the corridor and sank to her knees. Her fingers curled and disappeared into a pile of gore.  Emerging  between skulls and spilled intestines a carbon pillar rotated on a unseen axis and as she scurried back a voice hissed with an everlasting echo that pounded in her ears.

      "it's never over!"

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     Embedded in ruins treasures glinted as ruby eyes widened at the beauty of their sparkle. Fixed in a scarred and disfigured face they shifted to again focus on Destra and it was then Dyne stiffened.

     "Dagger," he began slowly, "is the least of your concerns."

     Her thin black lips tightened as she hissed, "Is there someone more intrusive than she?"

     Dyne looked up. "Well, Krosnos."

     She swiveled around on her tail and narrowed her vision. With a black sliver of tongue she licked her pitted chin. As thin pearls of spit slithered down her throat she let out a low moan. It rippled into a wet grunt. Then as she hunkered down she replied in a hiss, "Enemies will never cease."

     "By the light of hate I think that is true," Dyne said.

     "Hate has nothing to do with it. Humans are the true enemy! You are still young and may not understand that they are a doomed species with no real purpose. They hold such crude ideas. Little do they know their brains are far too puny to fully grasp the true concept of life, death and reasoning behind it." She paused as her webbed fingers clawed at murky soil mixed with meat. "You see this?"

     Dyne nodded as he glided to one side. It was a lovely length of skinless wonder. He slowly followed the drip of blood and smiled.

     "This is what makes them believe they are truly something special, but they are pathetic for assuming this. Their arrogance is the only thing that makes them truly unique," Destra continued.

     "We have no right to judge them," Dyne said as he continued to eye the goo mingling with dirt. "I think that maybe we are the arrogant ones."

     "Only a traitor will say something like that," she hissed.

    Dyne squatted as he tapped his elongated nose. It dipped to one side as though made from wax, bubbled and fell away. Now a gaping hole remained. He casually prodded it with a razor finger and peered skyward.

     "I am not a traitor. I just do not want to waste my eternity hating something that really won't last long anyway. Why don't you just let well enough alone?"

     Destra straightened. Her arms coiled against her chest, glistened as slime beaded to the surface of her skin and lathered every blotchy section. A shiver coursed up the underside of her tail and divided its meat. From the chasm whipped emerald tentacles spitting putrid fluid that discolored everything it touched.

     "How dare you suggest such a thing," she roared.

     Dyne grimaced as he flashed backward out of her reach. Like a hot electric streak he shot down a fog consumed avenue.  He came to a halt just before a sharp turn in the road and closed his eyes.  It was then her sweet fragrance filled his nostrils and as he followed it's trail the richness of it overwhelmed him.

     "None of this is real," she said, her brown eyes wide as she raised quaking hands to cover her mouth. "Where am I? What are you?"

     "I rather not answer that straight away," he answered softly. Then he scrunched up his lips and sighed. The pained look on her face tugged at something he never thought existed within him.