Book Of The Path

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.

Rating: R-NC 17

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

Summary: Slight A.U. a new twist on the ending to the game. James finds that once Silent Hill embraces you nothing can wash away the stain of its corrupted touch come partake in the bloodshed and sin as a tale of madness and vile deeds as it unfolds.



Dulled hazel eyes closed as a mind lost to panic tried to center; not focus on the heated slime lined tunnel. Long fingers wriggled around the flushed pinky flesh in an effort to coax the already stretched elastic channel to open. The mind screamed and dragged before the mental eye the image of a room in hell with dead moths and a small hole in a wall… an open sore that oozed a tepid green ichor. The fingers almost flew out of the loose tube then as the mind convinced the uncomfortable tips that they were soon going to be ravaged by unseen mouths lined with teeth.


“Yes.” A breathy voice moaned. Shattering the mental imagery of a hell spawned flash back “Enough teasing James, fuck me.”


It was wrong. His Mary was nothing like the whore sprawled in the silken tangle of sheets under him. The magenta tipped hair spread around her had the vision of some dark age’s holy relic. Her back arched and her smooth legs parted as far as they could giving a full view of her well trimmed and dripping lust. “Shut up.” He hissed not wanting to hear her voice not wanting to have to think that she was under him. When she didn’t speak or make a sound when she would just take it. She was almost the perfect copy of his lost wife. He swallowed hard and pulled his fingers free. “Not a sound.” Blindly he groped the top of the nightstand catching one of the foil wrapped squares with slightly numb fingers.


Her entire body quivered with primal anticipation. Starving eyes slid over every exposed inch of her lover, feasting upon a sight that made her mouth water. It was a pity that his mood was anything but generous this time, how she longed for the times when he was. She would turn the tables and have him under her, totally dominated and whimpering for more her lips brushed and left a trail of lipstick and saliva over every line and curve of his toned frame. It was almost tragic- the other seemed so intent on being covered in so much loose clothing all the time. She growled low at him when she noticed that minutes passed and she still felt empty. “Damn it James, don’t bother with it! I’m on the pill.” Her lips pealed back in a snarl of unfilled lust.


The foiled square fell free from his teeth while his hand shot up and around the collared throat. “I told you not to speak.” His strong fingers tightened around the long expanse of silken white skin. “So don’t speak.” His eyes were so cold as he glared at Maria, with one last loving squeeze he let go of her and went back to the task of protecting himself. After all, who knew what she had contracted from the hell in which he had met her? A moment of doubt filled him as he encased himself in an oh-so-thin shield of latex. His gaze swept down the woman’s body noting the lines and jiggling flesh of thighs and breasts. She was spread open, sprawled out within folds of soft sheets that at one point had been the darkest black. It was an image more suited to a trash romance novel hidden in the back of a schoolgirl’s desk drawer then pockmarked hell of his life.


A scowl warped his handsome face as the damned whore had the nerve to try and sit up and challenge his control of the moment. Their eyes became trapped in a dual of wills as his rage boiled dangerously close to the surface. With an almost inhuman sound he forced her back down into the mattress, a touch of sadistic mirth seemed to light the glazed hazel eyes on fire. “Don’t move, don’t speak. Don’t ruin this.” He bit out each word before he thrust into her fully. With one hard stoke, part of him lamented the fact she was so well worn out- it was almost too much effort to waste on this action.


She was slick… heated within, like road kill cooking under the southern sun without the stomach churning sweet smell of slightly aged death. He froze, his vision swam as his mind felt like it was being torn apart- disjointed memories railed and clawed at his conscience for scraps of attention. On the edge of the chaos he could hear her whimpers and growls. A shiver danced up his spine his breathing was reduced to ragged panting, battling against himself. It was too hot, too slick… it was the foulest thing he felt or could’ve imagined. Yet he could not seem to stop seeking the momentary bliss that came from the vile act.


Maria felt her body arch up as her hips bucked aiding her lover, allowing him to penetrate her totally. It was still a pity that James was far from a submissive state of mind. She enjoyed the brutality of his rage and the power of his movements when he would fuck her so violently. Finding the mars and abrasions more then worth it, she almost considered them works of art… an ode to the darker beauty of pain. Each savage thrust jagged flashes of pleasure crashed through her, ripping little cries from her throat. Her cries sounded cheap and desperate to her own ears, making her positively drip with shameless arousal. With every sound and whimper came harsher treatment, causing low animalistic moans to tumble from lips bloodied by her own teeth as she fought the urge to scream out in savage ecstasy. Shaking hands wrapped around his sides resting on his back, which twitched now and then as nerves randomly, fired. “Fuck!” She could not hold back her declaration any longer. Her back left the mattress as her legs took a hold of him trying to pull him in deeper and keep him within her.


James roared out as he spilled within the tightness of her and the protection of the latex. His entire body gave a shudder while he was still just trying to gather the fragments of his psyche. He felt himself unwind and his breathing became slow and even. It was worth it, worth all the slime and vile smells, just for the feeling of release, of tension and freedom from nightmares that always haunted the back of his mind.


“No, no, no.” Her delicate hands curled into fists and she started to pound them on his back just repeating no! She had been abandoned hanging on the edge of bliss… left with nothing more then a throbbing ache of need. “Damn it James you’re useless!” The fists unfurled, manicured fingernails started to rake over his back clawing at the skin seeking to cause the bastard discomfort. “You’re worthless! What kind of man…?” Her words that had been coming at a slowing increasing pitch were abruptly cut off.


Under his hands in his grip her neck seemed so small the leather collar heaved and bucked. “All you had to do was be silent.” He snarled pressing harder, his mind not registering her nails cutting into him drawing lines of blood, or her kicks of growing desperation. Even the woman’s twisting and writhing did not throw him from her, nor did his vice grip let her free. “To not talk—that’s not hard that’s not hard at all. You know that making sound… can be bad… so bad. Things can hear it when you make sound.” Her movements under him were so much like the nightmare beasts own mind shuttered. He would not let the beast go until it was still and would not stand again moments later when his guard was down. The creature gurgled and pleaded under him uttering panicked sounds that could be mistaken for his name but he knew better. It was a trap it had to be a trap another trick to shatter him once again.


James scrambled back in a tangled knot of limbs and darkest coal cotton as the creatures final warmth dribbled out of it’s—no—her body. His muddied eyes shot open as the contents of his stomach roiled and revolted battling its way to freedom. A moan issued from him as he hit the floor with a bone-jarring thud. With each breath he could smell her and taste her… Maria… the woman’s true scent had started to over take the heavy coating of drug store perfume. He could almost see the body sink into decay before his eyes. Milky skin turned ashen then dappled in the putrid rainbow of rot. “Sh-shit.” He threw himself back, his arms pin-wheeled as his balance wavered. Stability was his only for a moment, when he made contact with the bathroom door; the door had not been closed tight as Maria had been the last inside of the small space. His entire body twisted curling and bunching up. The tiled floor was damp from a shower only hours ago each fixture was bathed in a soft glow from the meager light that trickled into the room. Shaking hands pressed and prodded the walls for the elusive light switch.


Blessed light flooded the closet sized bathroom dispelling the creeping shadows, illuminating the most forgiving of man’s Gods. James moved slowly to the porcelain deity in a shuttering crawl of a sinner seeking to confess. The touch of the god was a soothing cool that leeched away the burning panic as the disciple made his offering. “I…didn’t” James swallowed trying to listen to his own words. “I didn’t.” If he could just convince himself that the words were truth. “I didn’t want that.” He rested his forehead on the tender yet hard lip of the toilet. “I didn’t.” His arms wrapped around the bowl clutching it tightly as a terrified children did beloved stuffed companions. “I— ” he could no longer think or speak everything was just happening too quickly. The beautiful light that had moments ago offered solace now glared at him now burned his eyes.


His entire body shook with each panicked beat of his heart, it felt as if the rouge organ was trying pound its way out of his chest. He forced himself to look up from the comfort of the commode hoping that the world had finally ceased its fit of madness. The tiled walls gleamed with malicious joy, taunting him for being the pitiful creature he was. Each tile was too perfectly clean nothing could ever be so spotless. Briefly he wondered if this was another nightmare world, where only the fifthly humans fell to pulpy decayed mounds of flesh and bone. He threw his head back with a soundless roar, his eyes closing no longer able to take the obscene cleanliness of the room. James gagged the smell of his own vomit burned his nostrils brining froth another wave of partially digested food. Just how much had he eaten? James musing was cut short when an oddly shaped shadow, round and heaving fell over him.


“James Sunderland who would have thought I’d be the one to find you? And like this?” The voice’s pitch and tone fit the profile of every other fat kid that had been pushed over the wrong edge. It was a wheezing grunting squeal that held nothing but contempt for the world, void of all sympathy for others suffering. “Sucking face with the Shitter. How the mighty have fallen.”


He turned when a heavy hand landed on his right shoulder the sausage link fingers squeezed the knotted muscle. Dirt encrusted nails dug into the skin with enough pressure to leave angry red crescent marks. “Eddie?” James question was filled with confusion.


“So you remember me, awe I’m touched James.” Eddie’s grotesquely large belly jiggled with laughter. Fatty arms wrapped around the older blond. With brutish ease he pulled the taller yet much lighter male into a tight embrace. “Who the hell else did you think that it’d be?”


James growled struggling to free himself from the crushing hold, his eyes watering as he was assaulted by the cocktail of body odor, rancid grease, aged milk, rotten meat, and onion smothered cheep bear. He gagged his guts heaving sending the last bit of yesterdays meal onto the grungy stripped shirt of his captor. “Don’t you ever bathe?”


Eddie’s eyes widened as far as the fat laced lids would allow “Really fucking funny jack ass.” He spat dropping James to the floor, “You must think your some kind of comedian.” With a grunt he kneeled down next to James fleshy folds flopped over the waist band of his shorts stretching his shirt cruelly “Fucking ass hat that’s my last clean shirt.”
James did not want to watch as the deviant youth pulled off the stained shirt, yet he could not tare his eyes from the hypnotic wave like motion of the stretch marked pasty rolls. He could make out the shape and gleam of Eddies tool of execution an old school revolver, jammed within the right front pocket. As disgusting and awkward as Eddie appeared to be he was a quick enough draw to see him dead. “That’s not it Eddie.” He tried to keep his voice low and soothing. Dealing with the obese gunman was as dangerous as trying to handle a rabid animal.


The unstable youth’s fingers brushed over one of James cheeks in an almost sexual way. “Don’t you dare be all high and mighty with me James, you’re not judgment here funny man. I am.”


Irrational anger blazed through James. How dare Eddie that worthless scumbag proclaim himself to be something as divine as judgment? He could feel his lips part twisting into a savage sneer. He dove suddenly into Eddie his right hand embracing the revolver. Without thought he brought the gun up in one smooth motion he took aim and pulled the trigger thankful for once that the oily son of a bitch waddled around half-cocked. He watched in numbed detachment as the mound of lard hit the floor with a meaty thud. Blood pooled around the shattered ruin of the obese youth’s head. “I.” James blinked the revolver shaking in his hand. “I—I killed him. I killed him again.”


The gun tumbled out of his hand clattering onto the cheap ceramic tiles shattering pristine white squares. Flecks of blood and more meaty bits splattered the walls and vanity tainting them. He had killed again within the span of only a hand full of minutes, he’d taken two lives. “Oh God I—God I” He brought his shaking hands to his face his eyes too wide taking in the sight of blood and gore that coated him. His empty stomach heaved “Oh God.”


“Lights out” A seemingly bodiless voice hissed into James ear. Pain bloomed within James head stealing away the world in a flash of deepest rust; that faded to empty black.