Log; On-Going

[dark-passenger.livejournal.com]

When; March 15th, Late Night
Rating; R for Violence
Characters; Alessa, alessalearnt, Dexter dark_passenger, & Stan stancoleman
Summary; Dexter assists Alessa in her own form of punishment.
Log;

The moon, high in the sky, stared down menacingly at the city. It called out to The Need. Ever since the day of Vincent's death. The day that Dexter swore that there were bigger curses than just daily ones. He felt cursed. The man couldn't get close to anyone, or they'd be killed. And until now, he grinned and bared it. Until now, he still hid in the shadows.

But now the Dark Passenger was out to play, the City, his playground. The present he left for Stanley was one Alessa helped pick out; a doll with a small note attached, inferring that the yellow god, Lobsel Vith, had wanted to see him before his punishment was over. The note had asked Stan to visit a nearby abandoned wearhouse.

A faint chuckle in his ear.

Tonight he'd get what he and the Passenger so eagerly waited for.
Tonight he would feed The Need.

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[stancoleman.livejournal.com]

As the images onslaughted Stan's mind, he feigned horror and shock. Unfortunately for Alessa, what she failed to realize is that Lobsel Vith didn't actually bleed blood. No, she bled fire.

Therefore, Stan knew the images were bullshit. Best let the dumb bitch think she was winning.

"No! She fucking loves me, and I love her! Maybe in your Silent Hill, Lobsel Vith represents malice! But our Silent Hill's are different! So don't FUCKING CLAIM THAT YOU KNOW SHIT ABOUT MY FUCKING SILENT HILL!!!!!"

Stan's rage was boiling abit too, when Alessa had said he was nothing. He would have said alot more too, but the room started to grow dark and the sound of high pitched scraping noise started to fill the room. In his Silent Hill there was one presence that could cause a shift in worlds, and that was Valtiel.

However this presence wasn't as holy. Stan, became a little nervous.

[alessalearnt.livejournal.com]

Her eyes narrowed. She couldn't sense the fear coming from him. Nervousness, yes, but no fear. Anger boiled up inside of her, and her disgust at this man's egotism was beginning to grow more and more. She willed the barbed wire to move closer to him again, their sharp tips inches from his face.

The scraping grew louder, and then abruptly stopped as a tall masculine figure appeared out of the shadows, several nurses flanking him. His grotesque face (which only Xuchilbara, Scarab, and Alessa would only ever see) was hidden by a large triangular helmet, caked with dried blood. He thrust his giant knife into the concrete floor, grabbed the nearest nurse and promptly tore off her arm with his bare hands. Bending over slightly, Pyramid Head began to write with the bleeding appendage, the blood red words contrasting greatly with the white floor.

ORDERS. NOW.

Alessa turned to Stan, her face thoughtful. "......The Jury...cannot sentence a punishment without the Judge. I promise you, this will not be pleasant. My Guardian wishes to coat his knife in more blood. This will get quite messy." She turned back to Pyramid Head, the two regarding each other calmly and with respect.

Make him know the true meaning of fear, Alessa murmured mentally to him. The grotesque creature promptly inscribed another bloody message on the floor.

THY WILL BE DONE.

[stancoleman.livejournal.com]

With the barbed wires inches from his face Stan became both worried, more nervous, and just a wee bit disgusted. He hadn't even done anything, except acted scared. Unless, Stan thought. If she's the alternate Alessa from the other Silent Hill then she may have powers too.

Then his expression became one of dread. Fuck, I bet she can read thoughts. Shit, Coleman. If you think worried thoughts she'll gloat at you. If you think happy thoughts to block the fear she'll probably do something with those barbed wires. Fuuuuuck.

Not actually knowing if Alessa could read his thoughts, Stanley begin to think of images of war, forest fires, people being bludgeoned to death, rivers flowing with blood. But, it was at last that he saw what Alessa's surprise was.

"Executioner..." he breathed softly, with a tinge of fright in his voice.

Back in his Silent Hill he had read text about the Toluca prison and how the executioners would dress in executioner garb and wear red triangle hoods. There were also stories, that the Red God Xuchilpaba had created several angels in the form of these executioners. They were however created to offer salvation. To show sinners their fate if they didn't repent, and also created from the town's idolterous affairs. This beast however was more intent on punishing more than anything. It sickened Stan, but shamefully scared him a little.

He was afraid that this second death would tear him and Lobsel Vith apart forever, and that more than any death or blood torture would be far more painful. He whimpered alittle.

Just a little afraid...