"Screwed." (PH/James)
Title;; “Screwed.”
Pairing(s) /Character(s);; Pyramid Head/James.
Fandom;; Silent Hill 2.
Categories;; General
Rating;; M
Warnings;; slash, monster/human, James’ FUCKING POTTY MOUTH, humiliation.
Summary;; They both know how this game of cat & mouse is going to end.
Author’s Notes;; A little ficlet for my Rinny.
It hurt, oh god it fucking hurt. I was surprised my legs hadn’t given out yet, actually. I’d been running nonstop for God knows how long. Running from that freak with the headpiece. Goddamn … Red … Cube Head. He had been stalking around, probably looking for something else to fuck, when I had turned a corner. I’d dropped my plank and immediately booked it out of there when I noticed him. No way was I sticking around and waiting for him to rape me.
It was right after that thought that I saw him ahead of me, and it was at that moment that my legs finally did give in. I collapsed, face-planting. My nose took the brunt of the fall. I resisted the urge to hold my aching nose and instead stared up at the creature a mere ten feet away. My eyes narrowed. The fuck? How’d he get here already? He was supposed to be slow as shit! Instead of pondering the reality further, I forced myself back to my feet and half-limped, half-hopped in the opposite direction of that fucker. But, wouldn’t you have guessed it; a herd of those convulsing, armless meat bags were blocking my only escape route out of the alley. Fuuuuck. I hunched over and held my throbbing calf. That godforsaken screeching. He was getting closer. I whipped my head around and hobbled over toward the nearest door. I knew that 99.99% of the locks on the doors were locked, but I could try.
I tried jiggling the handle, but it wouldn’t open. I rammed into it with my shoulder, but not even that would work. Shit. I turned my head to the side and noticed a window. Dare I? I spared a glance over at the group of monsters. It would totally be worth it. I began to wobble toward the window when the back of my neck was grabbed. I could only force out a “The hell--?” before I was thrown to the ground. A boot connected with my side and I grunted, having the wind knocked out of me. I rolled onto my side and began to curl into a ball in reaction to the pain when a hand gripped my bicep and forced me back to my feet. Their hold on me was tight. Goddamnit, it hurt. It’ll definitely leave bruises tomorrow. If I live to see tomorrow ...
My back was forced against the wall. I searched my pockets half-heartedly for a weapon. I knew I was no match; he already had me in his grasp. I looked down and noticed that the beast’s sword was on the ground. I had the brief hope that I could make a getaway, but the tight grip on my arm was a reminder of how helpless I was in this situation. Regardless, I began thrashing violently: doing whatever I could to get away. There was a deep rumbling above me, maybe a growl? My legs came through in my time of need. They ached no longer; I aimed for the monster’s groin with my knee, but two fucking monstrously huge hands were suddenly choking me, and I forgot all about wanting to get away. What I wanted was life, and that would definitely be taken away from me if I didn’t comply with this asshole’s wishes.
One hand released me and I heard the rustle of clothing but with the other hand busy, the remaining hand around my throat tightened enough to make up for the other’s absence. Experimentally, I groaned. Just to see if I could get any words out. I couldn’t. I couldn’t cuss that motherfucker out like I wished to. Oh, well. The hand left my throat - my own hand shot up to massage the skin of my neck - and gripped thigh instead. The other hand grasped my other thigh. All at once, the pyramid monster pushed its body against mine and smushed me back against the wall. My legs were lifted and bent and were wrapped around the beast’s waist. I stared, wide-eyed, up at the pyramid covering the monster’s head. I didn’t like this. I disliked it even more when I felt something hard brush against my rear. “Fuck,” I whispered disbelievingly. I turned my head to the side and took notice of how the gang of monsters blocking the end of the alley was still there.
They were going to watch, weren’t they?