Restless

The Prison: Boys Behind Bars

She ends up on a back road somewhere, and then that’s blocked too, by a building marked “Silent Hill Historical Society.” But this still seems to be the right direction, so Jenny opens the door and goes in. The place is freaky. There’s old medical equipment that looks more like torture devices, and some religious relics that make her stomach hurt when she looks at them. On the wall there’s a painting, and there are two figures in it just like the woman she’s been seeing – giant aproned creatures with pyramids for heads. One of these is female, and the other looks male, and they stare out from the painting like they’re both waiting for her.

“They’re real… but who painted a picture of them?”

There’s a back door to the place, but it leads to a stairway going down. “A basement?” she thinks. Going underground in this place seems like it must be the worst idea ever. She’s already in hell and what’s below that? But she has to find the Lakeview Hotel, so she keeps going.

It’s not just a basement. There are a bunch of tunnels down here, winding around, yellow stone stretching out forever. She tries to draw a map to keep track of where she’s going but she’s pretty certain she’s screwing it up. Then she comes to a bunch of bars lining the path. These are prison cells, mostly empty but in some she sees piles of bones. Jenny tries not to think about who was locked up here for what, whether they were left here just to starve. It must have been a long time ago though. The bones are dry and fleshless, though the place still smells like rotten meat.

Then she hears a groaning sound and runs toward the next cell. Immediately she wishes she hadn’t, because she didn’t want to see this – Mike is in there, his clothes tossed to the side of the cell, with the Pyramid creature straddling him. She’s about to scream for it to let him go when she realizes this isn’t a bit like what the thing did to the mannequin. Mike is sitting and the thing is in his lap with its legs wrapped around his hips. She can see where it’s thrusting itself over Mike’s cock, but he isn’t trying to get away. And there’s no blood, except for the dried blood coating the creatures body. He seems to be licking that, pretty enthusiastically, his own face getting bloody as he runs his tongue down the creature’s breasts, head halfway under the thing’s helmet. Jenny stares at the dog tattoo on Mike’s arm as the pyramid monster buries a scarred hand in his hair.

The thing is making sounds like it’s being pleasured, and Mike is groaning like a man about to come, and all Jenny can think of is how that must feel, his cock buried inside her like that and his face on her chest. Then she loads the gun, begins to shoot at the bars, not caring which one of them she hits, trying not to look as she reloads and shoots again and again. But when she does look, instead of mangled naked bodies there is nothing, just a little dried blood and the smell of sex and metal and gunpowder.

Suddenly she almost wants to cry, staring at the empty cell. “I’m crazy. That’s the only explanation.” But when she speaks she hears a sound from a cell down the row.

“Jenny?”

Mike is down there, clothed and whole, clean or at least not covered with blood. Jenny stares.

“I saw you. I saw you fucking her.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“The pyramid thing. She was on you and you were—“

“You’ve got to be out of your mind,” he says.

“I saw it!”

Mike shakes his head. “You saw a lot of things I didn’t see, Jenny. I was fucking some monster? What would that make me?”

His face is pressed up against the bars and Jenny walks toward him. “I… you’re saying you weren’t…” She’s too confused to think clearly.

“I don’t think Silent Hill is a great place to get laid, Jenny. But on the other hand, you’re no monster, and if you’d let me out of this cell…” He reaches through the bars, strokes her face. She leans in toward him, kisses him. He doesn’t taste of blood, and she lets him slide his tongue into her mouth. Then she presses closer to the bars and he begins to stroke her arms, run his hands over her chest.

Her heart starts to race as he opens his mouth further, not letting the kiss end, reaching under the jacket to find her breasts, pinching at her nipple through the cloth of her bra.

“I could show you a good time, Jenny. As good a time as you’ll have here, anyway.”

This is insane, but it’s all insane, and she just kisses him again so he’ll stop talking. Now he puts his hand under the waistband of her pants and slides his fingers into her panties, pressing on her clit. She spreads her legs out for him, feeling herself getting wet in anticipation. He pulls away from the kiss and grins as he pushes a finger inside her.

“Is that good? Do you want more? Do you want me inside you, Jenny, fucking you?”

Mitchell never talked about sex, never talked dirty; he just did it and got it over with. Mike, on the other hand, is another story, and even picturing the pyramid monster riding him doesn’t keep her from wondering what it would be like to be fucking him herself.

“I want—“ she says.

His fingers work in and out of her slowly. “I know everything you want. Just find the key, and let me out of here… we’ll find a bed somewhere, the hotel maybe…”

At those words she pulls his hand out of her pants and backs away from the bars.

“I’ve got to get to the Lakeview. I’ve got to find Mitchell.”

Mike rolls his eyes. “You’re never going to fucking find Mitchell.”

“Shut up. I’ll let you out, but only so you can tell me where the Lakeview is.”

He just laughs. When she goes down the corridor further she sees a ring of keys hanging on a hook on the wall, and she can’t believe it’s going to be that simple. But when she brings them back to the cell, it’s empty. She looks through all of them, runs through the maze of cells until her legs and lungs hurt, but there’s no one in any of them.