→ (signpost) wrote in rooms, @ 2015-01-06 00:13:00 |
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Entry tags: | !silent hill, *log, evangeline sablier, wren henry |
Silent Hill: Wren and Evie make bad life choices
Who: Evie and Wren
What: A thing of DOOM
Where: Silent Hill
When: Nowish
Warnings/Rating: Gore
It was supposed to be quick, and it was supposed to be harmless.
Wren and Evie had dropped the girls off at the NYPD employee daycare center. Emergency contacts listed, and both little girls with sticky cheeks from too much syrup on their french toast, and Wren wasn't worried. Lia stayed there all the time when Wren worked, and Luke always checked in on breaks. Maybe it was a false sense of security that had settled over her, but Wren was really, really peaceful as she and Evie ventured into the hotel. Loki was nearly nothing in her mind now, and she wouldn't mind losing her abilities when he went. It was safer with the powers, but she felt safe enough with Luke around, even with the new worries that Thomas brought with him. Maybe it was silly, but she was okay, and she assumed everything would be okay as a result.
She had Evie with her, and that helped too.
Wren picked the door because it was quiet. At the end of the hall on the third floor, and she couldn't hear any zombies moaning behind it. It didn't smell dead or green, like she assumed a door with dinosaurs would. No one screamed. It was a little cold to the touch, but she figured that was just winter. She listened for a long, long time, because she wanted them to be safe. Then, she turned the knob and went in, reasoning that they would only need a few minutes.
At first, she thought it was the perfect door. It was snowing a little, and it was foggy a little, but she was pretty sure this was a town. She could see a line of building tops past the white, like this was a rural downtown area, somewhere old and romantic a little. And the cold was a little bad, but she had on a navy coat over a tunic and warm leggings, and the cap on her head covered her ears. She could see her breath, but it was freezing in New York recently, and this wasn't that bad. She pulled the mittens from her pocket, and she tugged them on as she waited for Evie to join her.
Somewhere inside would be better, but she didn't want to wander away from the-
-door.
Which was gone. Not behind her. Not at all, and there was a broken down jeep toward a... bridge? Maybe. But sirens started sounding and, okay, inside was better. Maybe inside was better.
She slipped her arm through Evie's, and she walked. Fast in the fog that was thickening like soup, and the snow fell harder. But there was movement up ahead, tiny footsteps, and she tugged on Evie's arm. "Wait!" she called out, but the child - she thought it was a child - didn't slow down at all.
Into an alley, around a corner, and Wren sighed gratefully when she realized they were at the emergency entrance to a hospital. Okay. This would be fine. They'd warm up, and they'd message Luke, and they'd find a way out.
But inside it was pitch black, and the sirens wailed, and this looked different than the snowy white of beyond the hospital doors. Fencing lined the walls, and pipes were visible, and Wren tugged her phone out of her pocket and used the flashlight app to light it all up, the metals in the darkness.
And, was that blood?
In the distance, scraping.
"Evie?"