The Demon's Bride

Author’s Note: Been playing the new Silent Hill game; very interesting game and the song “Always on my Mind” by Mary Elizabeth McGlynn helped me write this next chapter. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yLAYfEDTR Hope you guys enjoy the song as much as I do! To LadyAura, keep working on your story! It’s keeping me motivated!
NOTE: Sorry about the weird symbols, no idea how they got there?

Trish jolted out of sleep; sweat covered her body in a thick, moist layer. Panting, Trish glanced around the room; seeing if she was dreaming or truly awake. Shifting on the bed, Trish gasped and cried out in pain; her elbow shot a jolt of displeasure up her arm. Grasping it tightly; trying to suppress the pain. Glancing at her elbow, Trish noticed her wrist had a large, bloody bruise. Lifting her arm, her eyes widen as she realize the injury look like a rope mark. Was the nightmare real? Was she really bounded by the ropes and really...? No, she thought; nightmares are just bad dreams, dreams aren’t really real! Lowering her gazed, Trish screamed as she saw her naked body; seeing the bloody, bruised ropes marks on her ankles too. No, this couldn’t be happening! Jumping out of the bed, Trish discovered her clothing was ripped and tore apart - just like the Creeper had done. With a shaky hand, Trish fearfully lowered her hand toward her womanhood, only to whimper.

Collapsing onto the floor; Trish began to shutter in dread and sobbed uncontrollably ¡V even in her dreams the Creeper was there. His voice and words haunted her drifting thoughts; their bond as he called it was eternal. Was she bounded to life to the monster, wonder Trish ¡V will she ever be free?

Trish continued to lay on the floor, curled tightly into a ball as the hours passed by. She was lost on what to do, she was confused on where to go next; and most of all she was alone. Loneliness, oh how she hated it. She abandon her parents, she ran away from a chance to have a normal life once more; all because she didn’t want to kill her unborn child. Narrowing her eyes, Trish glanced at her pregnant belly; feeling the small kicks from the spawn of the Creeper. Why the hell should she keep it, this thing was keeping her bonded to the bastard that took her brother, her life ¡V everything. Lifting herself slowly off the floor, Trish wander toward the dresser; opening each draw to see what hidden treasures held inside. Opening the bottom drawer, Trish discovered a pair of rusty scissors. Taking hold of the rust-cover blades, Trish held the scissors with a shaken hold. She was scared, but the more she looked at the scissors she realize she was giving herself a second chance for a normal life.

All she had to do was kill it, end her suffering, end her bond with the Creeper and go home; simple. Sure, the spawn was her offspring too - but it was half demon; his half. No one would notice; no one would care! Everything would go back to normal. Taking a deep breath, Trish raised the scissors high in the air; readying herself for the final blow. But she caught sight of her reflection, seeing herself with the rusty scissors raised high above her stomach. Hot tears began form; causing everything to go blurry for a moment. Blinking, Trish felt the tears flow down her cheeks; what was she doing? Loosening her grip, Trish watch as the scissors slip out of her hands and landing on the floor with a loud thud. She couldn’t do it, even though the baby was half-Creeper; it was half human, half of her.

Hearing a soft flapping noise, the old grubby crow landed onto the dresser; cawing softly at her. He didn’t seem grumpy or had a displease look on him; instead Trish saw what she thought look like concern on the old bird. Reaching slowly to the bird, Trish outstretched her index finger and began to pet the crow. The texture of the feathers felt good against her skin, and from the Trish saw the crow seem to enjoy the light affection she gave him. It was soothing, strangely enough; but Trish wasn’t about to complain.

Elsewhere Jezelle awoke frightfully from her short nap; the visions of Trish in the woods continue to haunt her dreams. Were they warnings of a future yet to come, ponder Jezelle; did Trish need saving? Sighing unhappily to herself, Jezelle felt she couldn’t help anyone. After all, she was nothing more then a crazy old woman. She felt she couldn’t help, even if she wanted too; she wasn’t able to help Trish or her dear brother Darry - what made next time any different. Looking outside to watch the clouds go by, Jezelle felt the guilt gnaw on her soul.

“Oh lord... Give me strength! Guide me so I can move on with my life,” spoke Jezelle softly; watching the clouds go by
What’s a crazy old lady to do?

Trish held in a scream of pain as she popped back her elbow in place; bandaging it with a make-shift gauze with her tore-up clothes. The old crow watched her intently as she continued to bandage her wrists and ankles.

“I should give you a name, huh?” said Trish, watching the crow groom himself.

The old, grumpy crow caw in annoyance, then continue to groom his one wing. Trish rolled her eyes, not really surprise by the crow’s disinterest; after all he was old, unkempt, grump of a crow. After finished grooming himself, the crow flew toward Trish and landed on her shoulder; only to nuzzle his head against her face. Funny, she thought, the crow remained her of her own grandfather. He was stern, grumpy man; but once awhile would show a sweet side of himself.

“Mind if I call you Gramps?” asked Trish, petting the crow affectionately.

The crow caw softly, nuzzling more against Trish’s finger as she stroked him tenderly ; he must have approved of the name, thought Trish; or maybe he didn’t care and wanted more pets. Either way, the old crow was officially called “Gramps” as far as Trish was concern.


After a few days staying in the motel and befriending the lovely Asian couple at the front desk, Trish decided to continue her journey. To where, she was unsure, but this time she wasn’t walking on foot. The Asian couple decided to give her their old car, since either of them drove anymore. At first Trish refused, but in the end the couple were persistent and told her it would benefit both her and her child; making Trish take the car out of respect. Waving her goodbye to the friendly couple, Trish wondered if she’ll ever see them again. Doubt it, she thought - this was quite the bittersweet moment.

After leaving the motel, Trish began to drive down the oddly vacant street. Trish had been in small towns before, but this place seemed like more of a ghost town. Where was everyone? Stopping at a red light, Trish saw Gramps land on the dashboard and caw angrily. Glancing toward the old bird, Trish watch him hissed and raised his wings raise above him; like he was warning someone to stay away. Looking out the window, Trish’s eyes widen in fright - Felicia. Felicia glare at Trish from where she stood on the sidewalk, only to point at her as she lips moved; but Trish didn’t know what she was saying. Seeing the lights changed, Trish pressed down onto the gas pedal and drove quickly away from the woman.

Days turned to weeks as Trish drove from one town to another; staying between cheap motels to sleeping in the car. Trish yawned and began to rub her bulging belly; feeling the unborn child kicking happily against her wombs walls. Trish smiled sadly; this baby would be born soon. But once it’s born, then what? The sudden sound of thunder awoke Trish from her thoughts; a storm was brewing overhead. Trish grunted softly; feeling slight pain from her stomach. After a moment, the pain stopped.
“Man you kick hard!” said Trish out loud; speaking to her baby. Little did she know something big was about to happen.

END OF CHAPTER 7
Sorry for the short chapter, but I promise the next one shall be longer and better!
NOTE: Sorry for the odd symbols before; hopefully this doesn’t happen again