Re: Silent Hill: Wren/Evie/Luke/Jack
[Wren hadn't talked to Evie since this all started, it had scared her at first, that she'd never be able to keep her friend safe, and get to where they needed to go through the nightmare. But she also understood something about losing her words.
So she had done her best, and she had tried to keep chipper and brave, and be strong. The only thing that had talked to her was a manifestation that had been showing up off and on since they'd arrived. Tall and skinny. Skinnier than she remembered. Unshaven, pale, gaunt. Sometimes nice, sometimes sad, it always ended mean. Even when she didn't talk back. And she rarely did after the first time.
She hadn't seen him during the fight, but he was back in the corner now. Clapping his hands slowly, smirking in a way that made her nauseas. She didn't think anyone noticed him but her, so after staring a long moment at the empty corner she had to tear her eyes away and focus back on Luke as he brought Wren out.
Luke who had rushed here to get to her, who would have died getting here, and was willing to die getting her out. She didn't like to think that she was glad she hadn't wandered in here alone. But if there was one thing she had been hearing since she got here it was that there was no one to come for her. Over and over again she heard it in a voice that used to whisper sweet things at her.
Her heart was broken in this place, and broken at home, but here it was laid out for everyone to see. She felt stripped and bare, but the reality was on the outside she didn't look it. She didn't seem it. She couldn't let herself, she was afraid she'd forgotten how to do this, how to remove herself. How to see and feel without touching and hurting. She had learned how from the earliest age she could remember, and had happily said goodbye to it as she'd healed her mind and body. But this was not a place for healing, this was not a place for the healed.
When Wren handed over the keys, Evie watched as Jack slipped them into his pack and she handed the two she'd found, non-descript one the size for a lockbox, and one seemingly a generic deadbolt. She approached Jack cautiously] These don't open anything here either.
[She opened her mouth to say something else to him, and almost took a step closer, but a brief look over her shoulder - back at the corner - as if someone had something that cut her deeply and stung, she closed her mouth and took a step back instead. So instead of whatever was on her mind, or whatever she wanted to say or do, instead it was a shrug, an angry one almost as she set the keys down with a loud clack on a table.] I'm going to check outside. I can't do anything about the fog here, my powers don't work, but its thick so we need to move. [She reiterated it again, looking Jack directly in the eye hoping that she didn't look weak, but at the same time hoping he saw the please written all over her face.
She looked away finally, and almost desperately tried to stop herself from looking at the corner again. But it was hard not to with the words she heard, and with another angry and confused look back at the corner she tucked her gun in the back of her pants, and crouched to pick up the glass she'd been using. And moved to the door to check in the distance, just in case. Before it got too thick to see.]