Retribution

Retribution


Heather strolled her way through the hall outside the classroom. This place was absolutely repulsive. When she heard that Claudia was at the chapel, she had expected the sanctity of the chapel to still be there. She had been there before and it was always a quiet place.

Well, she hadn’t – Alessa had. It had taken her a moment to remember that. But once she recalled that, she felt a reassuring sense of comfort. It was definitely the best place to confront Claudia at. The chapel was a small, unassuming place. There was little the Otherworld could do to change it.

Yeah, the chapel wasn’t exactly holy now in her view, but at least it was predictable and confined. At least, that was what she thought. Now she found herself forced to admit she had a made a huge mistake in her assumption. This place was huge. Vincent had obviously poured some money into the structure, and the Otherworld had warped that further. There were now large hallways that weren’t there before, nightmarish attractions, and mysterious doors that spoke of horrors hiding from view.

She was unsettled by the bottomless chasms that littered the chapel, and the way this place brought pieces of her past to the forefront, putting them together in some perverse form of tapestry. Like that classroom back there. She never wanted to see that place again. Now it was staring her in the face if she needed to go past there again.

As she ventured further into the nightmare, she caught sight of another thing that unsettled her. Dirty butcher’s apron, all inhuman muscles. He clung to the wall turning and turning the valves at his command. Two pairs of legs hung above him, which gave Heather the chills. They dangled limply from their red dresses as the creature continued faithfully with his valve duty.

Heather concentrated on the legs. There was something compelling about that image. She knew there was a meaning to it, but she didn’t know what it was at the moment. Still, she felt compelled to take a closer look.

She passed a door on her left. She paid it little mind.

It sounded weird, but there was a strong urge in her to get a closer look at this site. Something was calling her, the same way it was calling her in that office building when saw that wheelchair on the other side of glass.

There was some overturned debris blocking the hallway. Heather climbed over it. If she thought she could sneak up on him, she was mistaken. The creature’s notice instantly shifted onto her as he caught view of her, somehow. Heather noticed him stop in mid-action, pausing to see what she was doing.

She had been scared of him at first. Hell, he gave her the willies. She was still scared of him, but now she had begun to view him with a kind of annoyance and curiosity. Who was he? What was he? Why did he continue to show up everywhere she went? And why didn’t he attack her every time she came near him?

She knew Alessa had the answer, but she couldn’t recall what it was at this time. The creature began to move as she approached, as though allowing her to pass. Determined not to let it intimidate her, she stood firm and glared at him. It was like she sent him a message. Yeah, get out of the way! I have a weird thing to check.

She drew her gun and made sure it was loaded. She had lost her shotgun earlier, after a nasty monster got the best of her. She had to figure out a way to get it back when she returned. As in a trance, she continued to move towards the legs. She knew this was a risk, but she had to check out what those were. And if she was near the end of her journey, then there was nothing she had to worry about. She would indulge her curiosity for all it was worth. She was going to uncover all the mysteries of this place before she left. The monster had yet to harm her. Still, she approached cautiously.

It was like a scene out of a movie. As Heather took a step, the creature did as well. Only he took the route of the nearby wall. Heather wondered how he stuck to the walls like that. Did he have claws? Was it just raw talent or did he will himself to remain afloat?

Finally the moment came where they were almost at the same spot. For the first time, Heather began having second thoughts. Was that sight of the legs worth the risk she was taking? Was she that sure this creature wouldn’t harm her? She had done many stupid things in her time, but this one took the cake. Crawling under a monster while he came at her? What would her father think?

The creature paused in his tracks, as though waiting for her to move.

She had spent time making fun of him. She was scared of him, but it was easier to deal with if she covered it with a joke. And the weird looking creature who never said anything was the perfect target. He was almost human-looking. Almost. But the gray shade of skin was much different in texture than a normal human being. And so was the orange skull, for that matter. The way his arms stuck out from under the apron, he almost looked like an unusual muscular man. Except this ‘man’ was far from human. And the way he treated those nurses…that definitely wasn’t human behavior.

It seemed like time stood still for an eternity. Finally she took the step that placed them on equal ground, more or less. The monster made no move to assault her as it copied her movements. It almost seemed like it was playing a game of stalking with her. Weird. She gripped her gun in trembling hands, willing herself to steady them as she took one step at a time. Only when she was past the monster did she allow herself to relax. She had passed through and the monster hadn’t attacked her. With a deep breath of relief, Heather gathered her confidence. At last she allowed herself to feel some bravado. Maybe he was harmless after all.

Heather looked back at the creature, who was silently hanging up on the wall.

“Yeah, you just stay up there. Wuss,” Heather said, shaking her head and smirking at the entity.

That was the last straw.

Suddenly a mysterious force wrapped itself around her and hauled her back. Before she could react she found herself thrown back to the ground. Heather shrieked in surprise and terror. The creature did a forward flip from the wall, landing perfectly on his two legs. He regarded her with an eyeless, petrifying stare.

Heather stood up from the ground. The entity was hunched over, fists clenching and unclenching. She could tell he was angry. It appeared she had made a fatal mistake by taunting him so much. Her dad had always said her mouth would get her in trouble one day.

It looked like he was right.

The creature looked ready to rip her to shreds. She pointed her gun directly at him.

“Stay away from me!” Heather said, her arms trembling uncontrollably. She was wondering what she was going to do now; if it came to a fight, whether she could run fast enough to go through that door before he caught her.

The creature growled a deep rumbling sound that probably meant he wasn’t intimidated. When the creature tried to move, she fired several shots at his chest. Shot after shot struck the demon until she heard the telltale click of her handgun. Heather froze, her mind now stammering frantically with dread. She was out. She was out of goddamn bullets, and the monster was still standing every bit as tall as before. Little did she know the bullets had not damaged it at all.

Suddenly she found herself pulled through the air with an invisible force, into the demon’s outstretched hands. He was tall, towering over Heather by at least several inches. Heather kicked and pushed at the monster, though it did no good. She had lost her shotgun in a prior room until she found some way to take out the monster near it, which meant she was defenseless. Her heart started hammering in her chest. She was going to die. She was going to die out of her own stupidity and there was nothing she could do about it. She stared into his hideous eyeless face, wondering if he was enjoying this, showing her that he was no mere “wuss” as she had called him.

And then the worst part truly began. Heather watched in disbelief as a long, cord-like object emerged from behind its skull and headed towards the floor, near her boot. It was a tongue! She thought in disbelief. This thing actually had a tongue. The ‘cord’ swayed in the air like some kind of out-of-control power line, almost independent of its owner. Heather was frozen in place, unwilling to make a movement for fear that the slightest thing would cause him to kill her. She watched as the appendage wrapped itself around her leg, slithering over her leg like some kind of serpent. And then, it did something unexpected. To Heather’s horror, the tongue went up her skirt.

“No!” Heather shrieked in response. Instantly she went ramrod still. This couldn’t be happening. No way this could be happening. Even Silent Hill wasn’t this perverted, right?

Right?

The tongue passed over her crotch. It didn’t go up any further, the tip focusing on her pelvic region. And then, to her utmost horror, the tongue began to move over her.

Heather barely kept herself from screaming. This couldn’t be happening. She had seen many grotesque things on her journey, but nothing matched the horror of what was happening ho her at this moment. And now she found herself wishing that she’d kept her mouth shut. Why couldn’t she keep her mouth shut?

The tongue moved up and down, slowly. By now Heather was trembling uncontrollably, unable to keep herself still. Her heart was racing at fifty miles an hour. Cold beats of sweat dripped from her forehead, telling of a terror that was more profound than anything she had experienced thus far. The monster held her firmly in his grasp, not allowing her to escape its perverse violation. Yet it didn’t hurt her. It didn’t grip her tightly. It only held her, using its paralyzing influence to keep her from resisting.

Risking a look down, Heather watched as the whip-like organ worked at an almost gentle pace, only the barest motions detectable as its thin black length disappeared under her skirt. But she felt it. She most definitely felt it.

And it was turning her on.

Heather almost cried out in disbelief when she realized this was making her aroused. She didn’t want to feel this. This was repulsive and horrific, beyond anyone’s idea of a good time. And yet, the creature was having a definite effect. She could feel herself growing stimulated with every moment, the blood flowing to her groin. God, what was wrong with her?! She struggled to block out the sensations, to think of anything but what was happening. It did little good. Oh God, nobody had ever touched her like that. Only she touched herself down there when it was late at night, or when she was alone. But it was too easy to get her off, the pattern too simple for her to resist.

Even if it came from a source like this. Looking into his blank face, Heather thought to try a new solution. He was clearly intelligent. Maybe she could appeal to his sense of mercy, if such a thing even existed.

“Please stop,” Heather begged quietly, hoping beyond hope that he could show her some sympathy; that if possessed intelligence, then maybe he possessed compassion too. She had made a mistake, she knew that. She didn’t have to be punished for it. It didn’t work. The creature ignored her, and Heather cried out as its tongue rubbed deeply over her clit.

Heather found herself giving in to the torment. The slightest of gasps escaped her lips as the prehensile tongue played with her body. The tongue slid up and down, acting like a shaft from a lover teasing her with his body. Its range of motion was incredible and devastatingly effective. Heather whimpered in the creature’s grasp. Oh God, she couldn’t believe he was doing this; what his tongue was doing to her. It was rubbing her, stroking her through her panties. The creature leered at her with its blank expression; she could almost sense his amusement at her predicament. And then she could stand no more. Heather trembled as she released, her legs quaking from the pleasure. A gasp of pleasure burst from her lips as she was unable to contain herself.

And then it was over.

The creature tossed her back. Heather stumbled back, falling to the ground. Her hand went under her skirt to her sex, as she breathed hard and checked herself, trying to recover from what had just taken place. The creature observed her with no amount of discernible emotion, though Heather was fairly sure that he was pleased at having humiliated her like that.

And then he advanced on her.

Heather scrambled to her feet. Realizing she was near the door from before, Heather took the hint.

She opened the door and burst through it, running far away as it closed behind her.

Unimpressed, the monster watched her go. It made no effort to go after her.

The monster stood there for a second. Finally it reacted to the madness it had caused.

Valtiel felt a satisfied look spread across his ‘face’. Serves her right, he thought, smiling darkly with pleasure. He wouldn’t harm the Mother of God, since they needed her to give birth to their God. But he wouldn’t allow her to taunt him needlessly either. If she thought she could get away with frequently insulting him, then she was sorely mistaken. She was lucky he went easy on her.

Turnabout was always fair play.