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





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





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. AND FOR THIS CHAPTER INCEST



Authors notes: Twenty points if you know who the Doctor is. Also I want to thank my new Editor Severn Zared. Also this chapter is the sickist thing I have ever written. Sorry in advance.







He had curled in on himself resting his chin on his knees taking up as little space as humanly possible. Perhaps if he were small enough he would go unseen and be forgotten, left to fall to dust. Blond hair flopped down in front of his eyes blurring his vision. His mind swimming free in a chaotic tempest of thought, all stray ideas and half formed memories battled for his attention leaving James unable to hold fast to anything resembling a true thought. Numbly he blinked, his gaze focusing on a small discoloration on the wall, his breath slow and even.





“Jamie!” Her voice shattered every thing sending the fragmented thoughts scattering except one; why didn’t the radio that rested on the bedside table warn him of the monsters approach? “My baby, I’ve been so worried about you!” Perfect crocodile tears fell from her wide eyes smearing artfully applied make up. “Why didn’t you just come home?” Each one of her steps rehearsed, perfected. “Even your father’s been worried sick!” With a graceful shake of her head she tossed her hair back the long silken blond had been skillfully dyed to hide vile lines of starlight white. “You know that’s not good for his heart.” Full lips turned down in an overly expressive frown, her face held none of the marks of age that a woman of fifty four should have. “I keep telling him that if he’d just give up smoking, drinking, and killing himself trying to keep the apartment slums running for those ungrateful heathens—” She sighed and threw her hands into the air. The long sleeves of her simple gown slid down showing the milky toned flesh of her arms. Her hands spread as if to rip the lights from the ceiling or perhaps to pluck the sun its self from the sky bathing the world in empty black. “At least with you at my side again I can keep my hair from turning gray.” She was suddenly standing at his side a movie worthy smile on her face as she bent at her narrow waist kissing his forehead marking James with a smear of light pink.





His skin crawled. His hands shot up trying to remove the blotch of lipstick, a simple kiss from the woman was far more degrading than even the rough touch of latex encased fingers. At least the Nightmare’s intentions had'tn been anything but honest with a painfully clear intent. His lips pulled back as he shifted to the opposite edge of the bed needing to put distance between him and the woman that had birthed him.





“Oh don’t you dare make that face at me Jamie. A person’s mother is always allowed to kiss them.” Her words a breathy husk that promised far more then just a chaste kiss. She leaned bending in such away that firm, well made, and costly breasts pressed at the lower then standard neck line of her blue dress, stressing the fabric threatening to leap free.





A strangled mew left his throat “D—don’t!” The word was little more then a pleading whimper, as he froze. Eyes that could not be moved from her heaving chest widened showing far too much white taking in each of her feline moves. The ease in which she slipped free of her leather pumps and onto the narrow bed made James shudder. She wrapped her arms around him careful of his injuries she pressed into him molding around him possessively. “Please.” His nose itched, burning with her scent a mix of light flowers and aged lust.





Lips pressed painfully over his savaged ones cracking the healing skin, blood bloomed tainting the kiss with salted copper. Her moist pink tongue traced over bleeding stubborn lips. Her nails suddenly bit into marred skin. She delighted in the sudden cry and plundered his mouth pulling away only to breathe. “Hush.” Her voice low and husky a whispering purr of desire. “I know it hurts Jamie, let me kiss it all and make it better.” Slick and warm, her tongue slid over the sensitive shell of James’s ear. A pleased coo leaving her, “I’ve missed you.”





He wanted to scream, to fight, to run, and to hide; his body refused it was paralyzed with knowing fear. This woman was a beast, a creature more twisted then anything that dwelled in Silent Hill. Tears came to his eyes blurring his vision as they shot around the room seeking weapons or exits or at least a neutral spot they could focus on, “Mother, please don’t!”





Pain stung his cheek as the sound of her hand striking the bruised flesh rang throughout the room. The sharp note hung in the air, yet no one came. “I said to hush Jamie.” Petal soft lips were pressed into the feverish skin. “No one would dare come between us.” She let a line of kisses over the newly formed hand print. “It is the Mother’s divine right to discipline and correct any child that strays from the path. We are her forbidden right hands, the judges of her chosen people, the keepers of her ways.” She almost moaned in her impassioned state of holy rambling. “Once again within my hands I correct you so that you might witness and be blessed by her divine majesty.”





James’s vision locked onto a small oddly colored splotch that rested on the very edge of wall and ceiling as his mind cracked a little more. Under her he shuddered and tried to slide away and avoid her touch. His mind roared screaming at him to throw her away to fight. James had nothing left. Movement was nothing more then a dream as she ran her manicured nails over his scalp. “No.” It was one last plea as if this time it would make a difference to the woman.





“Are you well enough to cry for me?” Once again the whisky purr assaulted his ears along with her breath. “Your cries are akin to the song of the angels.” She kissed his neck hard nibbling on the soft skin. “Cry; weep for your own salvation as I lift thee from the path of sin.”





James’s eyes did not move from the discoloration and he would not move them willingly. His body moved as the woman operated him, he was little more then a fully articulated doll created for pleasure. No matter how many times he has suffered through his mother’s lessons in the past the tears always came. James wondered why it was that he had been freed from the hell of the Hill in the first place if he was destined to be little more then Mommy’s student, her whore. Rage bubbled up inside of him and one of his hands clenched tightly into a fist nails cutting crescent moons into his palm.





Fast starved kisses were placed on lips and neck working their way down. The woman’s dress rode up as she shifted around him, straddling him. Her naked desire brushed against his thigh burning and slick. “My Jamie.” The trail of frenzied kissed ended abruptly with a sharp bite on the side of his neck.





James screamed his body shuttering his eyes ripped away from the spot. “No!” The word this time was sharp and commanding. “Get off!” he growled shifting feeling her teeth scrape on his skin as the thin hospital gown slid free from his body. Clumsy hands struggled to pull the skimpy garment back into place. “Get off me!”





Once again the sound of a hand impacting into tender flesh bounced off the walls. Fingers spread taking hold of marred cheeks forcing eye contact. Fearful shifting hazel meting savage winter blue, her eyes were a shade of azure that matched the blue shadows on pure snow. “You have no right to tell me no. You are a child and I am the Mother. From me you were given the most valuable of all gifts the most sacred, life.” Graceful fingers let go of his face only to brush tips over the high cheek bones. “I am the one to give you pleasure, I am the one to be your keeper.”





He wanted to scream that one word loud enough to shatter her eardrums so it would be the last thing she’d ever hear “No, you’re not.” James swallowed as hands slid circling around his throat. “You’re not.” He closed his eyes he could feel his body trembling in fear and rage. “You don’t own me.” He gasped choking suddenly as her grip tightened stealing away his breath.





“I knew that letting you leave home for college was a mistake,” she hissed into his ear. “You’ve been so disobedient ever since you left.” She ground herself against his thigh hot and slick. “But my child it is my duty to bring you back into the flock.” Her lips descended upon his capturing them gnawing on the tender flesh. Her tongue slid past lips and teeth when he gasped for air. One of her hands pulled away to slither down his chest and over hip and between his legs. “I will be your shepherd. I will be your pleasure and I my child will be your pain.” Her hand wrapped around James’s half hard member. “While your mind might have been led astray your body knows what it is that will bring you to your salvation.”





James grew still as death, the touch, the words were wrong. If she was salvation if she was the angel that granted redemption he would sell his soul to the most depraved creature within hell and embrace eternal damnation. “My soul is tainted with the touch of your diseased hands,” he spat, not knowing where the almost prose like statement had come from. No sane person spoke like that.





Her stroking stopped and she hissed. Her voice dropped lower the tone cold enough to burn. “Speak not filth my son, my beautiful James. For such thoughts are not your own but those of Demons and heathens.” She resumed her treatment. Her body arched and rocked against him. “Once you are cleansed, once you can see the way then you will know.” She purred in his ear. "Your body is eager to receive the wisdom of my flesh and the pleasure it can give.”





James had no words for her his eyes snapping open, hands tangled in the rough hospital sheets as his mother took him into her body in one motion. “Get off!” he howled hoping against hope to summon aid. Even her meager weight was crushing. “Get off!” He twisted and writhed.





“Yes my child! Thrash and struggle as you fumble closer I will guide you to pleasure.” She moved over him, a serpent's slither as she held him tight in silken rubbery halls coated in almost viscous slime. “So filled with the need of redemption it will be yours if only you grasp it.”





Vile scum, her touch hot, sticky, starving, depraved. Tears came unbidden to his eyes burning them before sliding down heated cheeks. He tried to worm away from her prevent her from lapping at the blood of his soul. His mind fled trying to conjure any other experience. Her stench alone was turning his guts, clawing at them. Moist warmth spread over his cheek as she licked away salty drops. “No,” he whimpered “Get off!” He couldn’t fight this creature he had wasted himself, wrecked his body fighting the Red Bastard. James’s mind latched on to the brutal yet somehow worshiping touch, the smooth animalistic grace and primal lust of that moment; it had been a nightmare warped with scarlet passion, the most erotic dream of a deranged mind. That act of forced pleasure had been profane... yet pure. “Get off.” He would never beg for her touch, for the feel of her rotting heat. She was something inhuman in ways that lacked the savage elegance and corrupted beauty of the creatures that inhabited his special perverted heaven possessed. He growled, the fabric of the sheets crying out in distress under his knotted hands. Searing pressure was building as the creature swayed and bucked. James balanced so close to the edge of all reason, sweat stung cuts and scrapes his entire body twisting, seeking release.





Her back curved, bending back like a fine bow as her hands curled into talons. The wicked claws grasped his shoulders digging into the bruise mottled skin, nails sinking in splitting the flesh. With a sickening squelch, the sodden velvet of her pleasure clamped down on him and a trickle of lust seeped through the seal of her ever hungry sex. She had no words as the fall came upon her. A savage throaty roar, her victory cry as under her James sobbed in silence his eyes glassy. “Oh my beautiful child, weep for her glory. Ascend within her embrace knowing her ecstasy.” She slowly slipped from him bathing him with her tongue. “Mother would never leave her child messy,” she almost sang, her body flushed and glowing with stolen pleasure.





Dull, slow applause echoed in the room “A truly beautiful sight, Sister Sunderland.” The voice silken low and utterly amused came from the doorway. James did not need to look up to know the name and face that belonged with the oil slick tone. “However I believe that your interpretation of her word might be perhaps too literal.” Versteckt was a man that James was learning to fear and hate. He moved with a slow lazy swagger a hips first strut one hand waving as if to dismiss the foolishness of the world. His head tipped cracking his neck.





The joy and ecstasy she had been basking in faded and she growled low. “You, dearest brother, have no say with how I interpret the divine word” She stood brushing the wrinkles from her gown. “Remember that you are only recently embraced within our most noble sect as per the final wishes of our late master.” She tossed her hair in aggravation “And by my grace.”





Versteckt bowed low black bangs draping over his glasses. While the motion was meant to show respect the rakish flourish and wave of his arm held nothing but contempt for the woman. “Yes I must never forget my debt to the Red Devil of our order or your blood." Slowly he righted himself standing strait back cracking. “But do keep in mind elder sister that while you out rank me within our order and sect that I out rank you within these walls. Your son is my charge until he is released.” The hand that had been molesting the air the air froze suddenly his gaze falling upon James a rabid hunger and awe glowed in the dusted pitch depths. The arm bent and middle finger sprang up pressing glasses back to their resting place at the bridge of his nose. “And while Mr…pardon James is quite beautiful in his mauled condition I must ask you to refrain from all acts of impassioned, animalistic, or ritualistic acts of fornication.”





James blinked his mind not registering the conversation around him. “Get out,” he snarled. “I just want to be left the fuck alone. Get out!”





“Jamie—What have I told you about using langue like that?”





The odd doctor took a hold of the woman’s arm. “Perhaps now is not the time for you to be scolding your son.” With a sharp tug he pulled her from the room.





James sank back against the bed doing his best to cover himself. Desperately he wanted to bathe to wash and scrub his body raw to remove her filth. Yet the second his head hit the pillow his world was swallowed by darkness.