Walter Sullivan -- 11/21 (holy_assumption) wrote in chaosunraveled, @ 2008-05-27 19:15:00 |
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Current location: | Convience store in Empty Town |
Current mood: | scared |
Current music: | Linkin Park -- Shadow of the Day |
Entry tags: | alessa, finished thread, rating: pg, setting: emptiness, walter |
Who: Walter Sullivan and OPEN
Where: Empty town, specifically a convenience store.
When: Today, around 3 PM.
Rating: PG
Warnings: Walter's other self can leap into action at any moment. I will contact you before it gets violent, though. ^^; Vague mentions of spoilers.
Status: Finished.
Summary: Walter wanders about, trying to escape the memories that plague him, when he starts hearing imaginary screams. Getting antsy, he ducks into a convenience store, and awaits whatever it is following him with a plastic baseball bat. Resourceful, innhe?
"Don't lie. You wanted it to happen."
"I did not," came Walter Sullivan's reply to the painful voice in his head. "Not to those twins..." Not to Ms. Galvin or Henry, either. "they were innocent."
A soft, yet discerning chuckle resounded in Walter's head, causing an instant wave of pain to echo in his temples. "So, you don't regret killing the ones who possessed the Ten Hearts?"
Walter's brows furrowed for lack of coming up with a comeback. He didn't really feel anything towards them, or most of the victims, for that matter. The man came to terms with what he had done, or rather, what he and the demon had done, while in prison. To atone, or perhaps just to simply stop the murders from killing, Walter stabbed himself in the neck two inches deep with a filthy soup spoon, severing his carotid artery in the process.
Then there was darkness. Walter could vaguely see, even feel, something picking him up, and moving him from somewhere, but in that state, he couldn't tell what was going on, but something made him feel strange, much more so than in any social situation could ever achieve. That was the scary part. Walter knew he wasn't in himself, his true self was elsewhere...
Boy, was he in for a grand surprise when he awoke to see Henry standing above him, victorious. A white light appeared before him, uttering strange and foreign words in his head, like Valtiel but unlike the demon's language. After everything stopped moving, Walter's lungs, his heart, mayhaps even his brain, his lungs suddenly heaved for air, and the numb, cold feeling of death entered his awareness.
He was alive again, and not too happy about it. But the only other thing that scared him was that Walter couldn't remember anything after he died in that cell. It was all black, like it never happened. But--
"What happened to me? You know, don't you?"
"I've been showing you." came the haughty reply, once again sending a wave of pain through Walter's head.
"What? Those things in my head?" He asked innocently, now totally lost with what the demon was saying. "I don't understand."
"Of course not, Little Walter." His voice was something like an impatient parent talkign to a young child. "You will remember eventually."
"But, what abou--" A scream cut off Walter's impending question as he started to walk hurriedly away from whatever he thought it was that screamed at him. It wrung out again, louder this time, and definitely closer than what it was previously. Walter broke out in a full, panicked run.
He passed a block of houses before he swung into a perfectly normal convenience store, minus the scattered groups of people that habit such places. Without even thinking, he lashed out a hand to pick up...
A plastic bat, one suitable for small children. Walter stared at said bat for a few moments, debating how much damage it would actually do to whatever was pursuing him, until he heard something or someone coming closer. Walter backed away from the door, watching and waiting with the plastic yellow bat at the ready.