Book Of The Path

Disclaimer: I do not Own Silent Hill Konami and Team Silent do. I just wanted to play with the world they made
Title: Book Of The Path.

Author: RaveEchidna

Fandom: Silent Hill 2 with splashes of the other games/ movie.

Paring(s): James/Maria, Pyramid Head(s)/James…too many to list

Warnings: Spoilers, Heterosexual sex, Gay sex, rape, snuff, dubious consent, gore, torture, child abuse, death, suicidal thoughts, suicide attempts, strong langue….lots and lots of very wrong things.

Authors notes: Twenty points if you know who the Doctor is, and as always I want to thank my editors.


Brown eyes fluttered shut as her tired head bobbed, it was another silent night in the Brahms Emergency Center. In her heart she knew that she should be thankful for the peaceful evenings and quite nights where the most she ever had to deal with was an occasional freak car accident or minor injury. Brahms was a fairly good sized town on the edge of blooming into a full fledged city yet never once had she ever heard or been witness to the typical crimes associated with that kind of development within a community. At times she longed for the more violent nature of man to rear its head so that she could prove to herself that all of her years training were worth it. Yet peace remained leaving her to pick at aged magazines and wonder if the town she called home was really the hidden set of some cheesy television show. Her eyes flickered again and her head dipped, not even the toxic sludge that posed as coffee was aiding her. She closed her eyes taking a few deep breaths and she found herself longing for something to happen, a rare accident, or even some overly dramatic fool with nothing wrong with them other then a bubble of gas that was sitting painfully in cramped bowels.


Heavy doors were kicked in as a tidal wave of madness crashed into the peaceful shore of the emergency center’s floor. Things came alive, all around her as she was swept into the torrent of insanity and procedure to save a life. Her heart raced as she was pulled down into the depths lunacy as she scurried about, finally this was her moment her time to be doing something that mattered. Her eyes sparkled, it was moments like this that she was alive; when another suffered and hung on through only will that she could tip the scales and help them cheat death.


When the rush of activity ended and the mass of aides and others faded away back to what ever it was they did in an almost empty hospital she found herself looking over the man that had been hasty pushed in. The man was a mass of enraged purple-red bruising dappled with scrapes and lacerations. Stitches and bandages covered him. Her hand rose to her cupid bow lips and her eyes filled with sympathy. She’d never seen some one so badly beaten in true life. Seeing a white lab coat out of the corner of her eye she reached almost blindly tugging on a sleeve “Doctor?” Her voice was surprisingly soft as if she was fearful that anything too loud would wake the man. “Was he mauled by a bear or cougar?” Animal attacks were not unheard of though they were by far rarer, and then care accidents.


The doctor turned to face the nurse his neck cracking as he tipped his head in such a way it seemed almost inhuman. Ash dusted obsidian eyes narrowed peering though thick panes of glass and slid over her face and to the name tag hanging from her uniform top. Of all the doctors she had to grab it was the Vulture. “Nurse Stone.” He pulled the glasses from his aristocratic nose holding them to the light frowning at the smears of oil and dirt. “No four legged animal is responsible for this.” With a flick of a narrow wrist and the sound of his entire hand cracking he produced a rust colored cloth to clean away the filth. “No our precious Jam—John Doe was mauled by something far closer to a man.” He chuckled, it was the velveteen purr of someone that took far too much joy in pain. “Nurse Stone, our John Doe is to be closely watched a nurse is to be in his room at all times his vitals checked every ten minutes and recorded.” The cloth vanished and glasses were slid back up his noble beak with his middle finger. The man’s hands were so long and fine, almost womanly. “I am on call the entire night, and well into the morning.” Too quickly to follow his hands moved picking at wrinkles in the lab coat, preening himself after the burst of activity. “If his condition changes even for a second you are to call me. I do not care what it is you might think you know. Remember you are just a nurse I on the other hand am a doctor.” His head tipped the other way this time but still his neck popped and cracked. “Under no circumstances are you to remove his restraints if he wishes to expel waste from his body then he is to use the bed pan or soil himself. Either way that is not my responsibility it’s yours as well, clean up any messes.” He shifted to another foot the Vulture never did seem to be comfortable in his own skin. “You or any other nurse is not to be alone with our Mr. Su—Someone, have a guard with you at all times.” He pulled away from her and took a step back picking at the sleeve she had grabbed. “Do I make myself clear?”


“Yes, Doctor Versteckt.” She sighed looking away from the man anything to try to shake the feeling he was glaring though her and into her very soul. “But, Doctor Versteckt…” Nurse Stone had looked up again a question on the tip of her tongue only to find that the man had slipped away. “Oh Gods damn that…” She growled placing her hands on her hips it was going to be a long night now watching over a man that would probably sleep though the night “Bastard Vulture,” she muttered shivering as she walked over the spot the Doctor had been standing “Never around when you need him.”

* * *

James shifted hissing in pain, his body throbbed in off beat pulses of agony. His fingers twitched as they too came alive, each movement of the digits released another wave of hurting through him, and a small whimper left his tooth-ravaged lips. He was almost too frightened to open his eyes. Would the demon be looming over him once more or would what he see be far worse? Visions of bodies and children entangled in razor wire and placed on display as living art works of misery slam-danced within his mind's eye making him moan. Air rushed into his lungs; pure, sterilized, cool, fresh, almost sweet. He wanted to scream out, beg for an end when the coughing fit hit him ripping free from his raw throat. Fear seared through him as his body tried to curl in on itself but could not. Bound, bound once again to a hospital bed, it didn’t matter to him if the restraints were cloth covered steel and not ragged chain he was still helplessly tied down. His eyes rolled about as a scream burst fourth a high pitched call of insanity kissed terror. He knew he would not survive another session of torment from the Red Fiend.


Slowly his eyes adjusted, the walls were a clean, soft, warm cream color enhanced by the dim lighting. His eyes slid over the walls seeking stains, cracks, warped messages written in blood, he found nothing but the window. His eyes watered locking onto the moon that hung in sky lazy fat and full, never in his life had he ever been so thankful at seeing the silver blue lit orb. His attention shifted to a figure just in his line of sight. The joy that had dared to start budding in his heart fell to ash blown away by a gust of fear. The woman in the old nurse uniform was a mirror image of his pure Mary and the filthy whore Maria warped only slightly as if the two had been blended into one. She was everything both women were only her eyes were flawed, an earthy brown a pale imitation of the rare gems that had graced their faces “Sir?” Her voice soft was soothing the tone holding an embracing touch of well practiced maternity. “You’re safe now.”


James froze only his heart raced on in total panic, waiting for the world to be ripped away once again to the nightmare dark. “Please no more.” To his own ears his voice was tiny broken, pathetic. “Let it end.” One more empty thing, one more twisted ideal image of his angel stood before him offering him what he wanted in his heart he knew it to be lies. “No more Mary…I’m sorry—God Maria let me go haven’t I suffered enough you deranged bitch?” He growled his eyes partly glazed “HAVEN'T I?”


She squeaked taking a step back her eyes wide her hand half way to the panic button by the door before she remembered that she wasn’t alone in the room she had Moor with her and he was one of the toughest guards she had ever seen “Sir, please get a hold of yourself.” As she spoke the maternal tone faded away leaving only a smooth tone edged in cold steel. “My name is not Mary or Maria, it's Madison Stone.” She sighed placing a hand on her hip. With the other she signaled for Moor to relax. “You are currently in the Brahms Emergency Room.”


The bound man blinked. “Brahmas?” The name gnawed at the back of his mind tangling itself in threads of memory. His features grew lax before a frown twisted across what might be a handsome face once it was healed. “You mean—I’m not in Silent Hill?”


Madison shuddered; that place why did he have to mention that damned eye sore? The fool probably had been on a ghost hunt something he could brag about to his office buddies come Monday. “Sir that town is condemned, ever since—” She like many other people in the surrounding towns and villages didn’t speak of the horrid events that had tainted the once paradise.


“Ever since?” His voice was an echo that was left unanswered.


She looked away her lips pressed into a thin line, so much like his Mary’s had when he’d say something less then tactful or borderline moronic. “It would be best if you never spoke of that place, Sir.”


“James, James Sunderland…not sir or Mr. Sunderland just James.” He tried to make his voice light and pleasant.


She blinked. “So that’s your name?”