Luke Henry is cursed to live for (aneternity) wrote in rooms,
Re: Silent Hill: Wren/Evie/Luke/Jack
[Luke wasn't following the shadows. Whenever Wren dragged back he tugged harder, because out, they needed to get out. He didn't trust shadows, even if they were small like children and giggled, because innocence didn't exist in hell, no, it didn't. And this? This was as close to hell as he'd ever been, closer even than where he'd been all those years ago. Children weren't children here. Traps, they were traps; he knew about those. He knew how to pretend to be good and harmless to hide what was really underneath. He was a monster too, see. Just a different kind than the ones that dwelled here.
But Wren didn't know. She didn't see, didn't hear the cruel laughter bubbling beneath those squeaks, the giggles, and once they were outside he wasn't expecting her to pull away. Her hand leaving his was like a limb being amputated, and he didn't hesitate. No, no. He followed, pursued, no thought at all for Jack or Evie, because why wouldn't they follow, too? Her dress was white in the darkness, and in that darkness things told him what they'd do to her. They mocked him with it, taunted, and no, no, no.
He chased.
Once she stopped, over the river and twirl, twirling in a circle, Luke managed to catch up. He grabbed her hand again, fingers interlocked with hers tight, lock it up and throw away the key, and this time? This time, he wasn't letting go, not matter how hard she pulled or tried to get away.] Don't do that, baby. [His voice was ragged, a desperate hiss, and he touched her cheek, tried to make her see. She couldn't ever, ever, ever leave his sight.] You have to stay. They'll hurt you. They'll kill you. They'll take you away from me. [He held onto her hand, clung, a tether he wouldn't let break, and waited, waited, for Evie and Jack. They had the keys. Maybe they knew where to find a door. Out.]