Re: [capital pawnshop: hannah & david]
Hannah knew about crying mechanical boys, and the creature standing over the man who owned the pawnshop knew another story entirely. They both had a half of the horror, only, but he did forget it all for a moment when he saw her face in the window.
When she slipped in, so quiet, so unbothered, he was sure she wasn't real. The hand offered to help her in was clothed in a rough leather glove. She came close enough for him to really look. Could she be real? Amy was dead. But he saw Molly often enough.
The man on the floor had gone numb with shock and surprise at shared recognition between his savior and his torturer. His eyes drifted toward the gun on the floor, just out of arm's reach, just under the bed. David, however, was preoccupied.
"Are you real?" He pressed his fingers toward her, experimentally, to see if she had substance. He wondered at her. "You were never dead, were you? You faked it." It only made sense. He remembered how Molly had recoiled from the girl who looked so much like her sister when her body was found - how her parents refused to believe that the girl with Amy's name was really their daughter. How she had disappeared off the face of the earth. In the meantime, he had died too. "Here we are," he said, with a fond smile. Amy had been so different from her sister, but he had liked her. She was a little wild, and her husband - who would mourn him? Whether Hannah and Amy were two sides of the same coin or not, she was a familiar face in a sea of darkness. And they had something in common. "Two corpses."
The man on the ground chose this moment to dive for the gun. He only made it halfway before David grabbed him by the hair, hauling him back, dropping him prone, putting a foot on his chest. The breath knocked from his lungs, the thin man tried to get enough back to plead - his eyes went from the monster standing over him to the pretty girl who might still be swayed. He choked for breath.
"This is Henry," said the Revenant, grinding his heel into the base of Henry's rib cage, which seized tight and stiff under his boot. Henry began to choke. "Henry buried a boy in the empty lot behind the pawn shop. Henry was afraid of a trial. Henry was afraid what his mother would think. Weren't you, Henry?"