Burgundy Wings.

Red Butterflies.
((Pyramid Head)) Anya is trapped as a drifter. It was given as a gift and a curse from someone who wants her to get revenge. Unfortunately, her new immortal presents an interesting toy for certain monsters.


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This story will eventually be about ten chapters long; I’ll try to get some sex in every chapter or two. I’ll mark the sex chapters out with a triple X. The threesome is a bit later, there is more than one Pyramid Head after all and he’s the object of my fantasizing.

Some people on another server have asked me about the biting thing and I’ll admit I based that aspect on myself. I tend to get this urge to bite or grind my teeth near the end. I don’t really know what else to say folks, so enjoy the fuck… fic.

Disclaimer: I do not own Silent Hill.

This hasn’t been edited well, so if you find any errors e-mail me or post them in a review. Dankeshin.

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Adrenaline shot up and down Anya’s body, leaving trails of panic along the edges of her mind. Underneath thick black material muscles were continually flexing and twitching at every slight noise. Quick hissing breathes slowed down and the lightheaded sensation began to fade away. Her pale hands nervously dug themselves deeper into the front pocket of her hoodie and her fingertips brushed against cold metal. Now that the safety was on she gripped the gun tightly, less worried about firing it into herself. Anya’s grey eyes rolled over the peeling stained walls of Blue Creek Apartments. It was surprising that she hadn’t drifted back into the ‘real’ world, usually otherworld jaunts only kept her in the dangerous place for an hour at most. It had already been forty-five minutes and she could only hope the phase would end soon.

The hallway was getting shorter; she could see the end coming up. Another unexplored passage lay just ahead, forking off to the south. The girl slowed down again, there were usually fewer monsters around after she shot up a couple fresh ones. Not because they were afraid of being killed but the dead bodies of their comrades were usually easier prey than an armed human.

SCREEEEECH

The ghastly sound made Anya jump and she immediately broke out into a run down the hall to her right. Sweat started beading in the hollow of her neck before rolling down into the hem of her hoodie. She slid her handgun out of her pocket, turned off the safety, and twisted around to look behind her. Nothing stood in the pealing corridor. Looking down the hall she realized it was a dead-end and decided it was probably best just to go back to her safe apartment. Whirling around, she was about to leave when the tip of something red and rusted came into view. Another shock of adrenaline jolted her mind into action. She decided not to shoot it, not in the habit of wasting supplies, and instead silently fled into a nearby room.

Anya softly shut the door behind her, quickly taking in the ragged state of the room. Looking around frantically she poked through a closet with her gun. There didn’t seem to be anything living inside so she stepped into it and moved towards the back, hiding behind some clothing. Now Anya’s breathing slowed and wished to all hell that her dimension would slip back, longing for the familiar smell of the outdoors rather than the stink of a rotting world.

SCREEEEECH

It sounded closer this time and the girl pushed some of the clothes away so that gun was directly trained on the closet door. Then the waiting started. Minutes passed slowly as silence descended on the room, not a single creek emanating from the hallway. Anya couldn’t relax until she had drifted again but the girl was getting tired. Soon enough her ears picked up the door opening and heavy steps resounded from the floor straight to her gut. Anya shivered and bit back the sudden urge to yelp, the gun wavering back and forth slowly as she wished the monster would leave.

Her eyes shut as a terrible squeal of metal against metal sounded once, then heavy steps continued without the characteristic accompaniment of screeching. The footfall drew closer, obviously drawn to the only real hiding place inside the small room. Anya got ready to fire her weapon straight into whatever opened the closet door. A tall shadow fell across her but the thing made no attempt to open the closed doors. Anya stood motionless in confusion, wondering if maybe it would just pass her over.

Then she felt something warm and slick touched the fabric covering her ankle. For a second she stood it horror as something long, red and wet trailed its way up from a hole in the door to her exposed flesh. With a loud yelp of horror and a swift jump backward the sound of a firearm echoed in her ears. Anya loosed several shots out of the closet and into the thing, finding small solace in the horrific squelch she heard as the bullet hit flesh. Not waiting for the thing to react properly Anya pushed through the doors and past the creature, rushing towards the only exit.

“YOU SON OF BITCH!” She screamed, trying desperately to remove a huge metal blade from the door. The monster had notched the weapon horizontally, effectively stopping her from moving the door even an inch.

Now fear pounded through her system, tears threatening to overtake her vision as Anya turned around and saw her assailant. A well muscled humanoid towered over her, being only five foot two the thing set off more threatening alarms than the usual monsters she had encountered. Or maybe it was just the fact it had survived a hail of bullets with no obvious damage. The shinning red stains on the strange butcher-like frock it wore may have symbolized the wounds she had caused but the damage had already faded away. The skin showing in the arms had an unhealthy dusky color and dead blue veins came near to the surface in some places. It wore a huge metal triangular thing on its head, looking heavy but adding to its intimidating appearance.

The monster seemed slightly enraged by the bullets or maybe it was just excited by the smell of fear Anya’s system was kicking out. In a jerky motion it moved towards her and she felt her throat tightening as it picked her up gruffly around the neck. Now she screamed and shot wildly, sometimes hitting it and other times making a hole in the wall. The gun started to click, she had nothing left. A loud inhuman noise racked her body as the thing seemed to actually laugh. No, not ‘it’, the monster was definitely male.

Black began to cloud the corners of Anya’s sight and although he couldn’t kill her, she sure as hell didn’t want to pass out in the same room as him. Suddenly air began to flow back through her throat as he released her, the rough grain of the floor a welcome sensation. Anya’s ability to breathe properly was constricted again as the monster knelt on top of her.

“Get off me you bastard, let go of me!” She shouted, wriggling the best she could under his immense weight.

He took no notice of her but instead ran gloved hands against her hips, unimpressed with the sensation the monster took them off to expose his huge pale hands. Pyramid Head cracked his fingers before roughly tearing away the thick black sweater, tossing it next to her on the floor. Anya struggled more furiously but she only managed to excite him further as her legs rubbed up and down his inner thighs. Now he seemed to be removing any barriers between him and the sensations he craved. The monster moved down on her body and jammed his knee up between her legs. Another loud cry escaped Anya, a mix of pain and indignation as a wave of warmth crept up from the new rocking stimulation. Small trickles of tears now wetted her cheeks and she tried to pry away his hands as they shredded through her second shirt, now exposing a black bra.

The strange long tongue slid out of his helm, snaking its way across her cheeks. She felt one strong hand grab both of her wrists, pinning them over her head as Pyramid Head’s other hand literally ripped her pants clean off. His hot wet tongue dragged across her lips and in turn Anya reacted by clenching her mouth shut. He forced it past her lips and for a second seemed content to explore the area he could. Then Anya felt him rip off her bra and his long thick fingers ran over her hard nipples. He squeezed her breast hard and she let out a loud yelp from the pain that flamed up her body. The instant her mouth opened his long wicked tongue slid inside, racing against her own and filling her mouth completely. Anya’s protests were stifled by the violation of her mouth as his hand began working her breasts. The fingers of his other hand began experimentally searching the rest of her body.

Pyramid head retreated from her sore chest and he stopped grinding his knee long enough to rip off black panties. Anya’s flushed face relaxed a little as he withdrew from her mouth. Something strong and wet now slid up her thigh and a shock of pleasure sent waves up to her head. She felt him spread her legs apart a little wider and his tongue slithered between her thighs. Her throat couldn’t suppress a low moan as he probed inside her, thick and wet. Now her hips rocked forward in an insuppressible animalistic response to the stimulation and her teeth ground together at the building promise. The monster let two fingers slide inside her as his tongue began jerking her clit in offbeat circular motion. Anya gasped and the room seemed to snap out of existence, now all that existed was the immense tension and pleasure rising in falling along with the stimulation.

The monster seemed pleased by her reaction and it retracted the fingers slowly before taking all his weight off of her and standing up. One of his muscled arms extended towards Anya before grabbing her by the hair and drawing her up on her knees. As Anya tilted her head she parted her lips in silent horror as she realized the monster’s throbbing member was no more than two inches from her face. The thing seemed to chuckle quietly at her reaction before grabbing the back of her head again. This time the other arm raked its nail down her neck and fire flowed down to Anya’s shoulder. Her mouth was taken again by the ruse of pain and Pyramid Head slid himself between her lips. Anya couldn’t scream very loudly as she tried to push him away.

Pyramid Head began following his instincts and at first forced her head into a slow dipping motion. This didn’t seem to satisfy him and he began to pump faster between her lips. Tears now streamed down Anya’s face as she felt him, tasted him, ramming into mouth and groaning under the helmet. She could taste the bitterness of pre-cum at the back of her throat as he arched his back thrust farther into her mouth. The thick member slid to the back mouth and forced her to stifle a gag as the monster had gone past the base of her tongue. A loud moan accompanied the terrible warmth that slid down the back of her throat, slow and thick. Anya felt herself fall onto the floor, her shoulders hitting the ground with a loud thump. Her breath was quick from exertion and Anya closed her eyes before coughing quietly.

The monster’s weight was back on top of her in seconds, ramming her hips into the ground with renewed fervor. She found strength to squirm against him as her thighs were wrenched apart to allow him access to her warmth. Pyramid Head’s weight shifted as Anya felt his hard member press against her entrance and she began thrashing around and making more noise. This wasn’t the first time she had had sex, but it had never been in a violent or forced way. The monster began to press himself inside her, stretching her walls and enclosing himself in her flesh. Her screams were rasping now and she struggled against his looming silhouette. The first few thrusts were slow, as if he were savoring the sensation of violating her. Pain wracked her body as the monster’s rhythm went from exploratory to a frenzied brutal hammering. Huge hands enclosed around Anya’s hips and crushed them forwards against Pyramid Head; the different stimulus hit that spot inside her that triggered a new reaction. The waves of pain died down with the heightened rhythm, now her breath shuddered as pleasure shirked her mind right out from under her. Instincts took over as her body did the thinking for her.

Anya’s hands gripped onto cold clammy shoulders and her nails dug into Pyramid Head’s skin. Now caught in the grip of unthinking pleasure her screams died down and her throat only half-suppressed the growing moans. She found herself grinding her teeth together and before she could stop herself pressed them against the monsters neck. Pyramid Head kept his rhythm and let out a deep guttural noise and she could feel herself reaching the pinnacle of pleasure. Her teeth sunk into the monster’s flesh as Anya felt warmth fill her inside and the monster actually seemed to let out a low roar as he climaxed. The hands around her hips released suddenly and the girl fell to the floor, spent and gasping. Anya could still taste him in her mouth and she was sore in too many places to count.

“Fuck… off…” she growled at him, panting.

The monster looked no worse for ware and any injuries he had sustained were quickly healed to nothing. Pyramid Head cracked his shoulder and grabbed one of her ankles roughly. Anya’s scratchy throat managed to let out some sort of protest, but he took no notice of it, instead he began dragging her towards the door. The damp fingers suddenly let go of her ankle and he reached out for his blade, wrenching it out from the door. Unfortunately the momentum of the heavy weapon flung it backwards and the sharp end dug deep into Anya’s side. Blood spattered on the floor and she screamed as pain overflowed her senses. The monster sighed something like disappointment as he thought his new toy was broken.

“Bastard, fucking cold cock-sucker from hell.” She spat, sitting up as her body began to regenerate.

Tissue and muscle knitted together in the deepest places of the wound before badly bruised skin covered up the bloody gash. The monster’s stance looked surprised as he watched the girl’s unnatural body heal itself. His blade thwacked down on her again, this time on purpose and out of curiosity. The pain sent Anya over the edge and she passed out on the floor in a scream of agony.

The world seemed to snap back into place as if nothing had happened but there was a difference in the air. Anya groaned as her stiff, battered, bruised and completely naked body strained to sit up. Blood and cum covered every inch of Anya’s body, it seemed that her body had been used even after pain had taken her consciousness away. Her eyes rolled over the shredded clothing next to her and she swore under her breath. It seemed that Pyramid Head had been in the process of dragging her away when she faded back into the real world, a long grotesque strip of burgundy confirmed that she had been moved or dragged. Now that Anya was safely in the real world again she’d have to find clothe. She shakily got to her feet while her body screamed its protest. Warm liquid ran down her leg and to the floor, leaving Anya suddenly nauseas and with the urge to scrub herself until she bled. The apartment looked semi-normal now, maybe just a little unused and dusty. Hopefully the water would still be in the taps and Anya could clean herself up before resting and trying to get over her ordeal.

A/N: I’ll try to post the next chapter this weekend, but don’t hold me to it. She’s gonna meet Leon =).