Re: luke, wren, evie & jack GTFO of silent hill
[They all fled for the door inside things of their own design, given breath and life by this fucking hellscape. He knew that Luke had gone on ahead without him, dragging Wren, but he was busy dodging his own nightmare, and he very nearly didn't make it out the door when it was found.
She circled him, skin stretched across the hole where her mouth should be, hollow as a drum and purple. Hurling invectives, pleading, pressing a body bleeding black against his as he stumbled for the door. There was a door, wasn't there? Everyone else had gone, and there was the frame, and freedom beyond it. He could cut loose from this. When he looked down she looked like herself again, limpid gray eyes and a sweetness to her smile, but she radiated heat. He leaned on the doorframe - so tired from all the running, and she had been talking to him for what felt like days, screaming, cajoling, murmuring in his ear - and she took him by the hand, yanking him. She didn't want him to go.
She turned his hand up under her fingers, and he slowed. She looked so real, so real, and she always did, but this was too many times now. When would this ghost finally go? She smiled at him, sly, like when she knew a secret, and she pressed her lips to his palm.
They scalded. They blistered in a wide o, the ridge of a mouth with no lips at all, and he yanked his hand back, and he struck her. Hard - too hard. Then he turned, stumbling through the doorway. He didn't look to see how she'd fallen. He missed it all.]