Luke Henry is cursed to live for (aneternity) wrote in rooms,
Re: quicklog: luke/wren, silent hill.
[Luke forgot that Wren couldn't see the woman. He forgot that, from her point of view, he'd be pointing the gun at empty air. It was easy to forget, here. The dark-haired woman with her cruel smile was real to him, as real as the cold that made him shiver and the water that dripped from his clothing and the voices that didn't stop. The only things he clung to that were actually true, not madness, were Wren and the knowledge that his kids weren't here. That they were safe.
Blood dripped into his eyes when her hand slipped along his forehead, but he thought it was just more water. Blink, blink, and it stung, but it didn't matter. He had no idea she thought he was sick. No idea that she was touching him not for comfort or reassurance, but to find his gun. The chair shattered. The door opened. He tried to press back further, further, pulling her closer, and his free hand went to the gun she was searching for; which on his opposite hip, in its holster.
His fingers shook, but if the pyramid man found them, if he did... at least Luke could try to hold him off while Wren got away. Maybe she could find-- Jack. Thomas? He couldn't remember who was here. They were coming, weren't they? Or was that before. Maybe. Nobody to save them this time, he'd have to do it himself.
Even if he had to die. He didn't want to, no, no, but better Wren live, better she survive, he couldn't live without her anyway.
Quiet, quiet, and he could hear the pyramid man looking. Searching. He closed his eyes tight, tight, even as she kept touching, and he thought the woman might tell him where they were. He could hear her, too, the click-click of her heels, but she didn't say, didn't tell. There was no God he believed in enough to pray to, but he hoped, he hoped, and the pyramid man was right there outside the door... but he passed by. The closet doors weren't ripped open. No horror reaching in to do what it had done to not-Wren, back at the pool.
Still, still, quiet. Luke didn't dare make a sound until he was sure the pyramid man was gone, and he kept his hand on his gun, oblivious.]