Re: Silent Hill: Meredith & Flash
Not him? [She turned to look at him with those words, eyes wide and understanding, and she nodded her agreement, echoing the words again.] Not him. It's not him. [A lick of her lips and a hard swallow, and she tried to put herself together even though her heart was pounding furiously. Hands smoothed down the front of the sweater she wore, clammy and sticky with sweat.] Alright. Keys. We should look then, right? In the other rooms? In other places?
[But then something started pounding on the door, vibrating the doorframe, filling the room with the insistent thuds. But beneath it, there was something else. Something that called out to her. A little kid, male, pleading.
Mama! Help me!
Meredith turned at that, her eyes wild as she stared at the thudding door, both hands curling into fists at her side. She wanted to believe that, like Thomas, this wasn't him. This wasn't her son. But the voice was insistent, pleading, and that motherly instinct that she had worked so hard to push down, to shut up, was clawing up at her senses.
Mama! Help me!
It pleaded with her again, and she looked back at Flash for a moment before she pulled at the chair stuck beneath the door.] I have to- I have to go. What if it is him? My son-