American Horror Story: A Tale of Terror from Silent Hill

Chapter 12 Meeting
"Thank you so much? Will you help me with all your heart?"

Dark Alessa looked directly into Baling's dark, empty eyes.

There really is no such thing as a free lunch! Now is the time to take a stand and work like a hardworking ox to pay off your debts.

Alas! Winning the resurrection match came at a heavy price.

Alesha’s kindness is not over yet!
A strange thought flashed through my mind.

Baling pondered for a moment, thinking about his next words, how to show his righteousness without angering the other party.

"My mother taught me from a young age to be a righteous person. To uphold righteousness and to be fearless in the fight against evil."

"There are four things I don't do when I'm helping others."

"First, I won't do anything that goes against morality, because I don't do bad things."

"Secondly, I won't do anything without rice noodles, because people should have a bottom line."

"third……"

Dark Alessa: “?”

I asked you if you were willing to help me, and you just replied "yes" or "no" instead of saying a bunch of incomprehensible words. Who would understand what you said?

Dark Alesha frowned and glared down in displeasure.

"Hell or high water, Alyssa."

Seeing that the situation was not good, Baling skipped the red tape and said the last sentence.

After getting the answer she wanted, Dark Alesha smiled with satisfaction. Her smile was a little cold and stiff, as if she hadn't smiled in a long time.

At this time, Baling looked up at Alesha's black pupils. In a trance, he seemed to see another little girl looking at him.

Dark Alesha bent down, and her large, visible hand reached out to grab Baling.

"D-What did you do?"

Baling's small body was grabbed, and Dark Alesha walked outside as if she was carrying a cheap rag doll.

"I was responsible for your resurrection, but it's not entirely my credit. There's another person you need to see."

Dark Alesha explained slowly, her feet never stopping and her arms swinging as she walked, while Baling was forced to experience the thrill of a pirate ship.

"Are there any other masters?" Baling said subconsciously, but soon he remembered something.

……

Hospital, Room B151, is also the center of the hospital.

Turn a few corners and walk through the rusty corridors.

The two came to a wide passage.

There's a blockage ahead.

A group of humanoid monsters blocked the road, and it was the Silent Hill's representative of good figure - the nurse who was slightly transformed by Alessa.

They wore the nurse uniforms of their lifetime, with exaggerated northern hemispheres, a pair of round and slender white legs, and high heels, creating an eye-catching sexy figure.

"Oh, that's great!" Baling sighed inwardly.

Forced to swing, the scarecrow fell silent.

He also discovered that the degree of mutation in the monster's form and the intensity of its torture were basically related to Alessa's favorability.

The worse the relationship is, the easier it is to be drastically changed. Some people may even suffer a fate worse than death, and endure endless pain while awake!

Perhaps, Alessa is the one best suited to shoulder the burden. She has endured extreme pain, and her extreme hatred has drawn the demons lurking in the darkness. It took her thirty years to complete her bloody revenge in Silent Hill. During these thirty years, lying in bed, she was actually suffering.

Baling was thinking, wondering whether the scarecrow had a brain or not, but it was certain that it could think.

As the strongest person in Silent Hill, when Dark Alessa approached, the nurses twisted their stiff bodies and retreated to both sides, waiting for Alessa to pass.

Push open the door.

The most mysterious and terrifying part of the small town called Silent Hill is revealed.

Room B151 is also covered in rust, resembling the otherworldly world.

In the center of the room was a leaky bed, with a blonde nurse in a red coat standing by.

On the hospital bed was Alessa's real body with burns all over her body. She was still alive, but her vitality was only maintained by the power of darkness.

Moreover, you can never return to your former healthy body.

Dark Alessa lifted up the little scarecrow so that he could see Alessa lying on the hospital bed.

Honestly, she looked miserable and in pain.

If such a body is not supported by supernatural power, it can go to hell to play the resurrection game at any time.

Baling has a lot to say about this. During his time boxing in hell, he witnessed all kinds of strange souls, and their deaths were bizarre.

In fact, his charcoal-like form at that time probably did not earn him a good evaluation in the eyes of other souls.

Despite his premonition, when Baling actually saw Alesha's true form, a sense of empathy and anger arose spontaneously.

"Oh my God. Oh my God, I can't believe this. What the hell did these damned, inherently evil cultists do to you?"

"Poor little Aretha, you must have suffered a lot. I mean, even Aunt Susan, the most bitter neighbor next door, would be heartbroken and cry if she saw you."

"I swear if I see them again, Uncle Baling, I promise to God."

"I will definitely peel off their skin with a knife, and then use my dry and hard straw hands, a gift from the old Indians, to roughly stuff them into their filthy bodies, and forcefully stir the flesh and blood inside, just to humiliate them severely and make them feel pain!"

"When I get tired of playing with them, I'll blast those inhumane bastards out of my way!"

A cluster of tiny flames suddenly appeared in Baling's hollow eyes, and he was so excited that he immediately became furious, like a lit bomb.

At this moment, he felt that when he was playing the resurrection match in hell, the power of the charred form seemed to be stimulated from his soul.

It turns out that you have always been there.

"Damn it, I can't stand this anymore! I'm going to punch the cultists in the head!"

Seeing someone reminds one of something else. When Baling saw Alesha's appearance, he couldn't help but think of his own handsome body, which had now been burned to charcoal.

Hatred and murderous intent continue to rise!
"Calm down, Baling. Do you want to burn your body to death?" Dark Alesha clenched her small hands, and the dark power rushed over forcefully. The small flame died, and Baling's slender neck suddenly bent down and pressed against his chest. Only then did he see a charred spot on the scarecrow's heart.

A smell of burnt smoke slowly dissipated at this time.

"This straw body of yours can't withstand your power. If you want to live longer, it's best not to..."

Dark Alesha paused, and for the first time, her cold little face showed surprise.

As Baling's killing desire and body damage increased, the scarecrow's face actually grew a white hockey mask covering about one-third of its face.

After the mask appeared, the charred area on his heart began to heal visibly, drawing strength from the surrounding coal ash and covering it.

Still stealing, still stealing!
Dark Alesha was a little unhappy, but she didn't say it. After all, she had given so much power to him before, and it would be irrational to get angry over such a small matter now.

(End of this chapter)