Re: quicklog: luke/wren, silent hill.
[She knew he was saying it wasn't Gus, but it was, it was, and it was only the fact that Luke was stronger that kept her moving, moving, moving. Until her maman, and the pyramid cop. She stared and stared, and Luke tried to cover her fingers with her eyes, but she peeked between fingertips, and she saw.
The pyramid cop, what he did, it wasn't anything new. Not to Wren, not to her, and this was why closets were better. Maybe the vacation was a bad idea. They should find a closet here, a safe one, and her maman screamed and screamed, and Luke tugged again.
She looked over her shoulder, Gus momentarily forgotten in the horror of watching her maman get torn in two. Literal, literal, and it wasn't even figurative, and then Wren didn't drag her feet at all, at all, not even a tiny bit, as Luke rounded that corner with her.
Even when he found an empty room, she didn't try to go back.
She just stepped, stepped, stepped into the center of the room, and she clutched Lia to her chest. Her hand dripped, dripped, dripped, and she sobbed.]
I left Gus. [Her tone was mournful through the tears.] Again. I left him again. I left him again.
[Outside, the sound of metal scraaaaaaaaaaaaaping on the hallway floor neared and neared. She looked around the room frenetically. A closet. A closet. A closet.
There.
She moved toward it. Repetition.] I left him again. I left him again. I left him again.