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This chapter contains: NC, F/F, Fdom, WS, torture, and snuff. Enjoy.

Born From a Mirror

The hallway blurred, and shifted. Heather’s knees felt weak, the impact of the shifting hallway on her already over stimulated senses threatening to force her into unconsciousness, but she managed to stumble through a doorway into another room before she fell to her knees, panting for breath, trying not to retch.

“What… happened?” she whimpered, ‘The last thing I remember I was climbing a ladder, and then I was back in the hospital… but it was different…’

Slowly, she returned to her senses, and to awareness of her surroundings. ‘It must have happened again’ she thought, ‘I’ve returned to that other world’. Slowly, cautiously, she raised her head.

The room was much the same as the others she’d encountered recently. The walls looked like iron exposed to sea water, crusted over and disintegrated with rust. The rust was vividly red and brown, and to her eye looked unnatural, as though rather than rusting naturally the iron had been cut, and bled, and had scabbed over. This room was for the most part unremarkable in this world of blood and rust, with two exceptions. There was a sink in the corner of the room on the right side of the door she’d entered, and the opposite and widest wall was given over entirely to one giant, room-length mirror.

Limp from relief that this room didn’t house any of the abominations she’d been fighting and running from for the past several hours, ever since this nightmare began, she slowly got to her feet. She felt mysteriously drawn to her reflection, and stepped closer.
‘I guess all of the demons in hell are no match for a teenage girl’s vanity,’ she thought with an ironic smirk. ‘God I look awful.’

Her eyes were red from crying. She’d almost lost it completely when she’d found her father’s corpse (her adoptive father, as she found out later), and again after she’d avenged him upon the monster who’d done it - Once again, she swore to make Claudia pay for his death. Her arms were covered with barely healed scratches of cuts from where she’d narrowly evaded the deadly monsters that prowled this bizarre world. Her knees were scraped where she’d stumbled and fallen in desperately trying to run away, and to escape this monstrous place.

She stood like this for almost a minute, assessing the damage, when she saw something in the mirror and felt the bile rise in her throat again. Behind her, tendrils of red slowly came out of the sink. They didn’t rise through the air, but rather the flowed along a surface, as unnatural and unnerving as water flowing uphill. She whirled around, nearly falling over as her knees weakened again in shock, only to find… Nothing. The sink stood there innocuously, innocently, in seeming denial of any maliciousness.

Slowly, the sound of her heart and her breath echoing in her head, she turned back to the mirror. The red tendrils had progressed further; they were flowing over the floor and walls slowly towards her mirror-self. However, what really terrified her this time, other than the red water’s creeping progress, was that her double in the mirror had not moved. Her duplicate stared back at her with pleading eyes, and she could almost hear her duplicate begging for salvation.

Heather’s scream surprised even herself. It was not a sound of fear, it was a sound of savagery and of liberation. If words could kill, that scream would have shattered the other world and brought her father back to life. But when she heard it, it seemed strangely small; as though the walls had consumed her suffering. As if this world was devouring her emotions the same way it was devouring her mirror-self.

She banged on the glass as hard as she could. She used each of the weapons she’d collected in turn, banging at, cutting at, shooting at the glass. None of them did a thing, and the herself on the other side merely looked on, pleading, with those bloodshot eyes red from crying about their shared tragedy.

While Heather raged on, crying, trying to break the glass, the tendrils made their slow and streaming progress. They reached mirror-Heather’s boots, and slowly crawled up her legs. Wherever they touched, time suddenly took hold with a vengeance, and anything which wasn’t Heather herself decayed and melted away. Her mirror-self’s boots crumpled and faded, disintegrating before Heather’s eyes, and the red water flowed up mirror-Heather’s now-bare feet, and up her legs. Her mirror-self still stood there, statuesque and pleading, as the red water flowed further up. Her skirt, her vest, her underwear, all dried into dust and fell away. Heather jumped as her alter-self spasmed suddenly, and opened her mouth, her face contorted- Heather didn’t know how she knew, but she knew her mirror self was screaming. The floor vibrated, the walls pulsed; this scream was everything except audible.

The Heather on the other side of the mirror thrashed around, trying to escape from the flow of the red water. The water flowed across her arms and belly, completely ignoring her movement. The naked Heather on the other side of the mirror collapsed onto the red-covered floor, as the tendrils explored her. She was shivering as the red water violated her, dripping everywhere. The world moaned as the red water gently made its way up and in, flowing into her vagina and up through her asshole. Everything was happening in reverse, and as though she was simultaneous urinated, defecating, and lactating all in reverse the red water flowed into and through her nipples, urethra, and sphincter.

The world was rumbling, pulsing, shaking as though it were falling apart. Heather stared on at the grotesque scene before her, crying, despairing although she didn’t know why. The water flowed through her mirror-self, as the red covered figure thrashed around on the floor the water finally made its way to her mouth and eyes. It finally flowed over her face into her eyes and mouth…

The rumbling stopped. The world was perfectly still. Heather slowly stood up and took a breath, but she couldn’t hear the sound of her breath, or her heartbeat, or any of those sounds she could always hear and that reaffirmed her own existence. The room was exactly the same, but it was like she’d gone deaf, or like her body had died leaving only a reanimated corpse, and which didn’t make any of the noises that human bodies made. Reluctantly, she looked at the mirror again and sucked in her breath (though she couldn’t hear this).

Her mirror-self was standing again, and staring at her. It was different than before though, because while the figure in the mirror was undeniably her it looked in, many ways, completely different. The figure in the mirror’s skin was pale, almost translucent, like a drowned corpse. Her fingernails were blue. Her hair was black. And where the mirror-Heather’s eyes had been lost, sad, and pathetic, this girl’s eyes were burning with lust and cruelty.

Those eyes held Heather down, and stole her breath like a hand around her throat. Slowly, she raised a hand towards her reflection, wondering if she could really be seeing this apparition…
A cold, hard, cruel hand reached out of the mirror and clamped onto her wrist with an iron grip.
No blood flowed in that hand, but the red water leaked out from under her fingernails and up Heather’s arm. Heather couldn’t scream, the eyes still paralyzed her with their lust and fury. Her doppelganger’s left arm reached out of the mirror and gripped her right shoulder. Heather could feel the cold of her hatred right through her jacket vest, and the red water burning through like cold molten steel.

The dark Heather pulled herself through, as though Heather were her anchor to the world, and pulling her ice-cold body up to Heather’s she grabbed the back of Heather’s head with her left hand and pulled her face in as she kissed her hard, their teeth clicking together as their faces met. Heather almost vomited again as her alter-self’s cold, hard, wet tongue violated her mouth; she tried desperately to get away, but the other Heather was as immovable as though she were made of marble or iron, and no matter how she struggled the dark Heather didn’t budge even slightly.

The other Heather finally broke off her kiss just as Heather was about to pass out, and with a dark and mischievous grin reached down under her skirt and into her panties. Heather whimpered slightly as the ice cold hands of her duplicate met with her sensitive flesh, and bit her lip as two of dark Heather’s fingers parted her and dove into her. Slowly, dark Heather teased her with her fingers, rubbing her clit with her index finger as both cold digits plunged into Heather’s warm, moist depths. Heather started to move her hips against Dark Heather’s forearm, gasping in wanton lust as dark heather brought her higher and higher. Along with the red water flowing into Heather from the darkling’s fingernails and from the scars on her arms, Heather’s own juices dripped down her double’s arm and onto the floor.

Heather once more screamed out loud, this time an orgasmic scream of exultation and despair, as her duplicate smiled a dark smile and Heather felt a sudden premonition and trembled. In the throes of her orgasm, Heather felt her double suddenly tense. The dark Heather bent her fingers sadistically, hard iron digits digging cruelly through the top of Heather’s cunt to come out on top, covered in blood, a couple of inches from her entrance. With a flourish, the double pulled her fingers out hard, removing Heather’s clitoris as well as all of the surrounding flesh.

Dark Heather let Heather fall once more to the floor, gripping the place between her legs where her clit used to be as blood welled between her fingers and she screamed through gritted teeth. The dark double laughed, the dark world resounding with her cruel joy, and grabbed Heather’s hair, picking her up from the floor and shoving her face between her ivory-white and iron-hard thighs. Quickly, in an almost businesslike fashion, the doppelganger rode Heather’s tear stained face to a fast orgasm, spilling unnatural red juices all over the pitiful girl’s face. Bending down, she kissed Heather once more, sucking her tongue into her mouth and savoring it for 10 or 20 seconds before cruelly biting it off and spitting it back into Heather’s face.

The world once more vibrated with the monster’s satisfied giggle, as she slowly squatted down above Heather’s violated form and placed her thumbs over Heather’s eyes. Slowly gouging her thumbs into Heather’s eye sockets, Heather’s screams were somewhat muted by the large amount of blood gushing from her tongue stump, and were completely silenced but for a couple of small, pitiful gurgles when her double pissed red water into her recently de-tongued mouth. As the darkling’s bladder emptied, she dug her thumbs in all the way to their base and crushed Heather’s brain. Licking the girl’s grey matter off of her hands, she sauntered out of the room, barely able to contain her joy.

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Heather walks back into the hallway after being in that small room for close to an hour. She seems to be feeling much better than before, and in fact seems to be entirely unphased by the shifting and blurry halls before her, or by the monsters that block her way. Her eyes are clear, unhesitant, and burning with cruelty.

Disclaimer: I do not own the game that this fanfiction is written for, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.


This chapter contains: NC, F/F, M/F, Fdom, torture, snuff, and undead sex. If the above description freaks you out you probably shouldn't read this story... pussy.

“Blessed are the meek; for they shall inherit the earth”

The room turned cold. Claudia had been coming to this church all her life, since she was a little girl. Admittedly, it had changed somewhat recently. The sun never came out any more, blood seemed to be everywhere, and she could hear monsters scurrying and shambling through the hallways. Still, for several years now this had been the closest thing to home that she had. She knew it as well as she’d known any building she’d ever lived in; and this chill was new. There was a peculiar intensity to it, as though the chill were so great that it sucked the color and life out of the world. For the first time in many years, she felt afraid of the chaotic wilderness of Silent Hill.

When the room turned cold she’d been kneeling in front of an altar, praying to god for paradise. She’d taken her shoes off before stepping onto the altar, so as to not profane it. However, the sudden change started her out of her rapturous revery, and she quickly stumbled to her bare feet- too quickly, as it turned out. Having just been kneeling for almost two hours her legs were almost completely numb, and she fell back down onto her rump. Confused and in pain, she twisted around to look at the door, to see if perhaps it was some errant draft that had made the room turn cold. Instead, she saw a young blond girl staring at her.

“He-Heather?” she mumbled, “How did you get here so quickly? I know you were just at the hospital…”

Not speaking, Heather walked forward, her heavy boots thumping into the carpet that led up to the shrine. Claudia looked at her apprehensively, and fear flickered in her grey eyes. ‘This is not the same girl as before!’ she thought, panicking. ‘This is not the lost lamb that I’ve been guiding. What happened?’

Further reflection was cut short as Heather roughly grabbed Claudia’s pale hair and, with disproportionate strength, lifted her above her head. Even though Heather held Claudia suspended above her head, Claudia was so much the taller woman that her toes still touched the ground and prevented her entire weight from being put on her scalp. Nevertheless, tears crept into her eyes from the pain.

“Did I get here quickly? Or maybe I was just moving slowly before,” the girl said, her normally helpless tones soft and threatening, almost seductive. “Or perhaps, even, the hospital was closer than you thought? Yes. I think that must be it.”

Heather shifted slightly so Claudia could see. Directly outside the door of the church was Brookhaven Hospital, not even a full street width away. The two buildings were so close there was barely even room for the church’s doors to open outwards.

“But… How…”

Heather’s quiet façade snapped in that instant. “Because this is MY world, bitch! This is my world, and you are trespassing. You have the temerity to walk into my world, kill my father, set me on fire… What did you think, that I’d thank you? That I’d be proud to be the mother of god? Well,” said Heather, pulling Claudia’s face down to meet hers, “if you wanted a god, you got one. Now you must submit yourself to divine judgement.” So saying, Heather tossed Claudia away from her.

Bracing herself for another painful fall, Claudia was surprised to be caught from behind. Whoever it was had grabbed both of her arms and was holding her up- she tried to pull away but its strength was irresistible. She could smell a putrid stench, as though a corpse had gone rotting for weeks. Craning her neck back to try to get a look at what it was, Claudia was terrified to see nothing but a great bleeding orifice where the face should be. Now she knew what was holding her. This was one of the great terrible creatures that had recently begun to appear in Silent Hill- a great flabby rotting monster. Pustules were raised and broken on the surface of its skin, leaking runny white fluid. Its hands were so bloated the fingers seemed to barely stick out from the surface. Its feet were blackened, with sharpened hook-like claws instead of toe-nails.

Seeing what she was in the grip of, Claudia redoubled her struggles, pulling in vain against the rock grip of the gigantic putrid beast. She twisted her body left and right, kicking into the air, trying to escape. Amidst this flurry of white skin, pale hair, and black skirts Heather calmly walked back up to Claudia and caught her kicking feet, holding them steady as Claudia writhed futilely against the putrid beast’s fleshy grip. Slowly Claudia stopped struggling. She was soaked in sweat now, from fear and her desperate struggles; her nipples were visible through her sweaty black dress. She turned her head away and closed her eyes as Heather walked forward holding her feet, forcing her knees against her chest.

Her eyes snapped open in surprise as the monster behind her let her arms go, leaving her suspended against its stomach by the pressure Heather was exerting on her knees. However, that only lasted a brief moment, as its immovable and rotting arms circled around her knees. It held her like that, knees against her chest, legs slightly apart, while Heather stepped back and gazed upon Claudia’s terrified face. “Well,” she said, “it’s a good start.”

Even with her knees up against her chest, Claudia’s dress descended far enough to cover her crotch. However, Heather once more glided forward and lifted the fabric up, exposing Claudia’s panties to the empty pews lining the church. They were plain white cotton, serviceable if not much else. Quietly, Heather reached into the pocket of her vest and pulled something out- with a sharp click, a glinting blade appeared and revealed it to be a switchblade knife. Grinning, she slipped forward and placed the tip against Claudia’s panty-clad pussy, right over where she knew the pale woman’s clitoris was. “NO!” Claudia screamed, “Don’t! Please!”

“Don’t what?” said Heather innocently, and in one rapid slicing motion cut through the band of Claudia’s underwear. However, that brief and terrifying moment had been too much for the older woman, and a dark patch appeared against the white underwear that still clung to her. Claudia’s urine dripped down onto the sacred altar, as the pale woman panted in relief at her momentary reprieve.

“Can you believe that?” Heather asked the rotting flesh pile holding Claudia rhetorically, “I’m here to hand down divine judgement and she pisses all over a sacred altar. Unbelievable.” While she muttered angrily to herself, Heather cut away the other side of Claudia’s piss-soaked panties and looked at them disdainfully. Quickly, her left hand snaked out and closed over Claudia’s nose, holding it shut. Unthinking, Claudia gasped for breath, and Heather quickly shoved the pissed garment into her mouth. Before Claudia could spit it out the switchblade was at her eye. “Don’t you fucking dare,” Heather spat, her breath hot and moist on Claudia’s face, “Or I will cut your eyes out. Which would you rather?” Terrified, Claudia looked back at her. She would clearly rather resign herself to tasting and smelling her own urine than to being painfully blinded by an irate teenager-god.

Satisfied, Heather clicked the blade shut and put it back in her jacket and bent over to examine the parts of Claudia she’d just exposed. The woman’s cunt was unshaven and untrimmed, a forest of unkempt white pubic hair. It still smelled like urine. Sighing, Heather kneeled down and reached back behind Claudia. Slowly, she lifted up the back of the woman’s skirt until it was above her waist; there she found what she was looking for.

Claudia’s eyes went wide as she felt the huge and putrid log pressing against her back Once more, she renewed her struggles, but the corpulent monster was as unmovable as ever. Slowly, ignoring her writhing, it lifted her up higher. As it did so, Heather spoke to her from down underneath her. “You know, I picked this one out special. There are tons of these monsters all over Silent Hill, but this one had one special attribute, one I wanted to save just for you.” Claudia could feel Heather reaching up and peeling apart her pale, moist ass cheeks. “I didn’t measure it or anything, but it was the biggest of them all. Of course, I can tell you this but they’re just words.” The monster held Claudia several feet above the ground. She could feel something large, cold, and damp gently pressed against her ass where Heather was pulling her cheeks apart. “What’s the old saying?” Heather rambled on, “Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me? Well,” she sighed, “I’m guessing this will hurt. Right about… NOW.”

The monster slammed her down. Claudia shrieked into her panties as in one brutal motion the monster tore her ass apart with its massive and putrid penis. Lifting her up, her blood and shit covered its cock all down its length. Like that, over and over again, the monster picked her up and slammed her down. Her blood was running down its legs and onto the altar, shit dripping out of her ravaged bowels whenever the beast once more lifted her up, only to slam her down again.

Heather leaned against the wall nearby, massaging her own pussy as she watched the monster bleed Claudia to death with its cock. Still groping at her cunt, Heather waddled back over to the altar. As if by silent signal, the putrid beast pulled Claudia down one more brutal time and held her down as it jerked into her, then let her go. Slowly, as its cock softened, it slipped out of Claudia and she fell onto the floor, her black dress soaking in her shit and blood as she lay there, helpless, bleeding, panting. The skirt of her dress was still high up above her crotch, leaving her pale body completely exposed from the waist down. Heather could see that as she lay there a grotesque mixture was leaking out of her gaping asshole- not only was she bleeding amply and leaking feces, but in its rotting orgasm the monster had spewed a cocktail of puss and maggots into her intestines.

As this hellish solution leaked out of Claudia’s bowels, Heather pulled her switchblade back out and knelt down next to her. The girl carefully popped the buttons off of Claudia’s dress one by one, then sliced through the skirt to leave her white body completely exposed. Though the woman’s gaze was glassy, she was still alive and breathing. Experimentally, Heather grabbed one of Claudia’s big toes and, sawing back and forth with the blade, brutally severed it. No reaction. Heather shrugged and, carefully lining the blade up with Claudia’s left eye, scratched the surface of her delicate grey orb. As the jelly leaked out, Heather thought that perhaps she could hear a gentle keening noise coming from Claudia, and she smiled. Perhaps she wasn’t completely dead to the world.

Standing up, Heather wriggled out of her own panties and pulled them off of her legs. Straddling the catatonic woman, she squatted down onto Claudia’s pale face, covering her mouth and nose with her cunt and ass. Slowly Heather rode the woman’s face, delighted in the way that Claudia’s body still seemed to be struggling for breath, twitching and writhing whenever Heather blocked Claudia’s nose and mouth for too long. She slowly picked up the pace, panting, giving Claudia just enough air to keep her alive, but denying her enough to keep her desperate.. Faster and faster Heather’s scrawny body rode the pale-skinned woman, until finally Heather screamed and, spittle dripping thickly from her mouth, stabbed the blade down into Claudia’s pussy. Over and over again the blade fell, blood spurting out of Claudia’s mangled cunt and onto Heather’s hands with every vicious downward stroke. And, finally bearing down to completely deny the pale and agonized woman oxygen, Heather rode Claudia’s agonized dying spasms to a perfect high. For a long time after this writhing hedonistic festival, Heather sat on the face of Claudia’s still and lifeless corpse. Slowly, after a long while, Heather slumped back.

Heather opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling of the small church. She sighed, somewhat disappointed. “I wish I could kill her again already.”

Carefully, Heather untangled herself from Claudia’s mutilated body, noticing as she did that the woman’s ravaged bowels were still leaking the putrid mixture left by the monster in her intestines, and smirked. “Oh well,” she muttered to herself, “There are more sinners out there awaiting the divine punishment of god I guess.”

She knew that now wherever she went she would spread the paradise that had engulfed Silent Hill. The coming days would be busy, not only consumed in the business of godhood but also in preaching the word of her own coming to the world.

Slowly but confidently, Heather sauntered out of the church, leaving her panties next to Claudia’s ravaged corpse, soaking in the dead woman’s shit and blood. The hospital had gone, and in its place were the green hills which constituted the outskirts of Silent Hill. And while the sky was dark over the church, the sun shone over the green fields. But for the first time, an unnaturally chill wind blew over them. Heather walked out into the beautiful grassy fields, and wherever the slim girl stepped color faded away from the world, gone on to a new paradise.

Behind her Silent Hill throbbed in prayer to its goddess, and awaited the unity of the world.

This is startlingly good. Literarily as well. My profoundest compliments.

Excellent!