American Horror Story: A Tale of Terror from Silent Hill

Chapter 8 Burning
The two men were startled. The thug on the left suddenly stopped reflexively and rolled to the side. The thug on the right stopped breathing, hesitated for half a second, and then hurriedly waved the water pipe.

Baling rushed over, tightly grasped the water pipe he picked up, lowered his head and leaned forward to avoid a rolling sweep from the thug on the right, came in front of the thug on the left, and immediately chopped down with all his strength.

boom!
After a crisp sound, the thug wearing a simple headgear stiffened on the spot, his eyes turned black, his body trembled, and he fell forward and lay on the ground.

"Fuck!" The thug on the right cursed angrily and waved the water pipe violently.

Dull swinging sounds rang out one after another.

Baling simply rolled on the ground and dodged attack after attack.

almost.

Baling thought to himself.

At this moment, he was only one step away from the door.

Seeing the right moment, Baling suddenly supported himself on the ground with one hand, stretched out his right foot abruptly, and hooked it inward. The thug who had missed several attacks was unable to dodge and fell heavily with his body swaying.

After dealing with the two people blocking his way, Baling stood up with a slight smile on his face.

That's it?

Your reaction is several steps slower than mine, how can you beat me!

At this moment, he turned his back to everyone.

A hand was already on the door handle.

Then, pull it apart with force.

Ok?
The door swayed slightly but remained motionless.

Baling's expression froze instantly. Damn, who locked the door? Does he have any manners?
He turned around, and at this moment, a few steps away, five or six armed thugs blocked all his escape routes.

Damn it! You all want me to die, right?

Come on then!

Whoohoo!
Without any unnecessary words, several people gathered together, waving their water pipes towards Baling.

Ah! Baling barely blocked two water pipes, and the next second, several rusty steel bars hit him where he couldn't protect himself.

In a few seconds, Baling was disarmed, and then everyone rushed forward, kicked him a few times, and knocked him over.

Bang bang bang!
The sound of violent collisions continued.

He didn't know how many times he had been kicked, and his handsome face had long been destroyed.

Half a minute later, he was dying, with bruises all over his body from the beating.

The thugs grabbed his feet and dragged him all the way, leaving a long trail of blood until they reached the center of the church.

There, a pile of firewood had been waiting for a long time.

"Such people, born evil, deserve to be purified by the fire of hell."

Archbishop Crisbella made a lot of propaganda and incited the emotions of the believers.

"Burn him, burn him!"

"Burn the witch!"

"Isn't he a man?" "So handsome, so evil, he must be a witch who has undergone gender reassignment surgery!"

“Burn, burn, burn!”

"..."

On the high wooden ladder, Baling was tied tightly with hemp ropes.

He opened his swollen eyes hazily, the blood making his vision even more blurred. Baling felt his body was unusually heavy. The bruised soft tissues and broken bones in his limbs caused him extreme pain.

The pain surged like a tide, constantly impacting the nerves.

He almost fainted, but a strong burning sensation forced him to wake up.

It was very hot, and my whole body was burning with heat from the outside to the inside, as if I was in a furnace.

The raging fire ignited the pile of dry wood, and a raging flame rose up.

A scent of meat slowly wafted into the air.

Under high temperature, clothes burn first, then the skin on the body begins to carbonize, and muscles, fascia, internal organs, etc. are also burned.

The raging fire licked his entire body, and his body turned into burning firewood.

In the end, only the fire existed in the unextinguished pupils.

"We have uncovered the evil plot and purified the impurities. Any evil will eventually be driven out!"

Chrisbella looked at the charred corpse with satisfaction and announced the good news to the believers. This ceremony would give the numb believers a brief dose of relief.

……

Blazing Fire
Burn, burn!
The choking smoke made it impossible to open my eyes.

But why is there only darkness in front of me?

At some point, Baling heard only noisy shouting, like a swarm of flies buzzing.

He felt a surge of sadness, a sense that something very important was slipping away from him.

He should try to retain, save, and take back the precious thing.

But why, at this moment, he can't do anything.

Even thinking is degenerating.

he!
yes!?

Who?
……

pat!

The old backpack was then thrown to the side of the road. The useful supplies inside had long been looted, and all that was left were useless things.

"Wow, I didn't expect this stranger to be so good at picking up trash. It's a good deal for us."

"Hehe, let's go. I've thrown this unlucky backpack far enough away."

After the two believers licked the bag, they did not want to keep the things of this evil man, so they found a place far away from the church and threw it away.

There seemed to be an endless supply of coal dust drifting in the wind.

Gradually, the backpack was covered with thick dust.

Wuwuwu——!
Air raid sirens sounded daily.

soon.

The foggy sky darkened, and a deep darkness enveloped Silent Hill.

Soot rose back into the sky.

The ground, walls, iron sheets, bricks...the surfaces of things rapidly decayed and fell off, exposing the bloodstained interior.

The streets were deserted.

No one would come out to die when the dark forces are rampant.

Unless, the person who comes is not a human.

Da la! Da la!
The sound of footsteps came from far to near.

An innocent-looking, cute little girl in a blue school uniform walked slowly towards them.

She squatted down, unzipped her backpack, and took out a flattened little scarecrow from the innermost layer.

Dark Alessa held up the little scarecrow in her palm and stared at it for a long time with her dark eyes.

In the Silent Hill space, her dark power can only be fully exerted in the inner world, and some of the dark monsters she modified also rely on her power to survive and manifest.

But now, Dark Alesha could keenly sense that the little scarecrow in front of her, which held Baling's soul, was absorbing tiny particles of coal ash at an extremely slow speed.

In other words, he was secretly stealing her dark power.

I thought it was a takeaway that came to my door, but I didn't expect it to be a bold thief.

The flattened little scarecrow was like a living thing, its body exposed to the air trembling at a very low frequency, slowly absorbing the free coal ash.

"A born evil little devil, even if he is about to die, he still wants to do such greedy things?"

Dark Alesha talked to herself. She knew that Baling, whose soul had fallen into ignorance, could no longer hear what she said.

"What? Alessa, you said you wanted to save him? Why?"

Dark Alesha was like a schizophrenic patient, asking and answering her own questions.

"Because he is kind?"

"Well, you're right. Compared to those believers, he is indeed a kind and good man."

"But his body is already darker than the purest black person. Even I don't have the ability to bring a dead piece of charcoal back to life."

"After all, even you haven't fully recovered, have you?"

(End of this chapter)