Re: Silent Hill: Wren/Evie/Luke/Jack
[Luke should have noticed that something wasn't right with Wren, that the look in her eyes wasn't sane. And, on some level, he did. But she was here, and she was safe, and he vowed never to let her out of his sight ever again. Now that she was with him, everything would be fine. He kept firm hold of her fingers as he led her out of the closet, away, into the apartment, and it didn't matter what she saw. It didn't matter what he saw. Their own personal demons, monsters from the past; he wouldn't let any of it hurt her. Not his ghosts, not hers, not anyone's. Jack mentioned keys, and Wren had keys, and as he took them from her Luke let go of her fingers, only so he could wind an arm around her waist. His hold was blatantly protective, toeing the line of too tight, and there was something wary in his gaze as he watched. He knew Jack was a friend. He knew Evie was a friend. He knew he could trust them; if he didn't, he would have already used the bloody baton clutched in his other hand.
But this place was nightmares. It was the bad things from his youth, and it was monsters that wore faces of the dead. Everything, all of it, brought back the belief that the only person Luke could trust to keep Wren safe was himself. His focus has shifted, from finding her to protecting her, to getting her home. And that was what he was going to do, even if he had to kill every monster in Silent Hill. He wasn't young anymore. He wasn't weak, he didn't need to wait for Thomas or somebody else to save him.
He smiled at Wren when she kissed his cheek, oblivious to whatever it was Evie saw in the corner. There was too much blood on him for some not to get on her, but he didn't mind. The blood didn't bother him anymore. He looked at Jack when he asked about the keys, and then he looked at Evie.] We have to find the right door. Some keys open doors in the nightmare, some open doors in the fog. [It was repetition, an echo of the words from the girl on the journals.] We just have to keep trying.
[He tugged Wren closer, a thoughtless thing.] If the keys don't work here, we should go. [He moved toward the door.]