Luke Henry is cursed to live for (aneternity) wrote in rooms,
Re: quicklog: luke/wren, silent hill.
[Their anniversary. Luke had almost forgotten. He wondered if they'd make it out of here in time. He wondered if they'd live that long, or if they'd both be dead. He could feel laughter bubbling up like acid, hysteria crawling up his throat, but no, no, he couldn't give in. He couldn't let her win. So he swallowed, hard, and ignored the taste of blood on his tongue.] Almost. [It was shaky at best, but he was trying. He was. He really, really was. He just had to try a little bit harder for a little bit longer, and he didn't know if he could.
Now wasn't the time for reassurances. Now wasn't the time for declarations of love, for words and words to convince her that he still wanted her, that he always wanted her. He had to ignore the doubts he saw light up her eyes, and he had to ignore the way her smile disappeared. Staying alive was more important. Keeping her alive, that mattered more. Later, there would be time later. And nothing, nothing, could make him touch the sack of gore she held like a baby. Instead he took the hand of the monster child, and it burned. But instead of hot Luke felt more cold, like he'd just stuck his hand in a bucket of ice. But better him than her. Better him than her.
He tried to shush the thing while they walked. It was so fucking loud, and it wouldn't shut up. Shriek and screech and he wrestled the knife from its grey fingers, prepared to cut its throat wide open and make it shut up, but then.
Then.
The pyramid man was there, and Luke froze. Wren saw a sick, sadistic cop, but what he was something else entirely. The temperature in the room felt like it dropped about thirty degrees, snow and ice, and he shivered violently. There weren't words to describe what it looked like to him. It was... every nightmare, every fear, every dark corner all rolled up into one thing with a big, big knife.
He stared. He stared. He shivered, and he stared. Wren said something, and the monster child was tugging on him, tug, tug, but he didn't hear it. He didn't feel it. All he heard was her; she was beside him, now, a cruel smile and crueler words that gloated. Don't worry, my sweet boy, she cooed. He'll kill her first. After... well, you know what he'll do, don't you?
He knew.
And just think, this time your father isn't here to come to the rescue. Her voice slithered. We'll have forever, you and I.
Something in him snapped. Luke shoved the monster child away, away, and he lunged for Wren. He didn't ask. He didn't say a word. He grabbed her, desperation and a whimper, and he ran. That was his only thought, his only goal, to run and run and if he had to drag her, if he had to throw her over his shoulder and fucking carry her, then he would. Anything to get away from the pyramid man. Run, run, run. Faster.]