Being

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Honest. Well, I own the games, but besides that...

Friends, Romans, Countrymen, Lend Me Your Ears: First 'Silent Hill' fic! Felt like doing something with Pyramid Head...

You are the Punisher, the Bogeyman. It is your purpose, your command, that which holds you above the rest of the Hoard.

They come to you, secret souls calling to be cleansed, and you must answer, you must obey. You are not the one who Forgives, you are the one of Vengeance. Blood will be spilt; an eye for an eye.

At once, you are both under the power of this place - you will answer when called upon, and serve your purpose justly - yet above it, fully aware of the weight you must carry, your burden, never mindless or forgetting.

It matters not what you want. You yourself cannot escape this, unlike those you destroy. You are drawn to the guilt and the anger and the lies like a moth is to flame. It is your only hope, yet salvation will never visit you.

That which can save you will never be yours. Pity, forgiveness, mercy; you showed none in life and shall receive none now. They will fight the fate you bring, even once they understand, and who would ever care for the monster which strives to kill them? There is no escape for you.

You chose this path. Now you must walk it for eternity.

Friends, Romans, Countrymen, Lend Me Your Ears: Came part from re-finding the games that were buried somewhere in the closet, and that I love Pyramid Head, and this quote from Mark Twain: "But who prays for Satan? Who, in eighteen centuries, has had the common humanity to pray for the one sinner who needed it most?" A reveiw a day keeps me from finding out where you live! :)