"Necklace" (Silent Hill 4: Cynthia Velasquez/Eileen Galvin)
Fandom: Silent Hill 4
Character: Cynthia Velasquez/Eileen Galvin
Theme Set: 5
Prompt: Jewel
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 936
Warnings: AU, somewhat dubious consent
A.N. This is a fic based on my AU where Eileen is in Henry’s place and Cynthia is in Walter’s. I inevitably borrowed very heavily from Walter’s back story for Cynthia but I like to think she is still herself.
The short ficlet that started the idea is here and the first chapter that continued it is here. Ideally they should be read first.
Going through the hole again seemed like the worst possible thing to do, but also the only one. Eileen had no luck with shouting or any other way of attracting attention. Would anyone notice that she hadn’t made it to the party? But even if they did, what good would it do?
The weird part was that the trip took longer this time, and she didn’t end up in the subway. She was in some kind of park or maybe the woods, with grass and trees. It wasn’t pretty, though. In fact it was dark, cold, and made her shudder with anticipatory fear. But she kept going, because somehow there might be a way out.
As she walked, the words “Silent Hill Woods” came into her mind suddenly, along with a flash of red. Why would she think that? She’d never been to the woods around that town. The only time she remembered going there was to the amusement park when she was a kid. But part of her mind seemed to recognize all of this; a sort of dark déjà vu that made her wonder what this place was doing to her.
The next thing she saw was a rock with red paint splashed on it. It formed some kind of odd runes, and she almost passed it by before she realized she could read them. That fact alone made her want to turn her back to them, because she was certain she had never studied runes, but maybe they were important.
“Mother Dahlia punished me today because my dress was too short. She said a girl must always be modest. They’re going to put me in the water prison if I can’t learn my lesson.”
When she finished reading and turned around, there was a little girl standing there. She had a long white dress and dark hair in braids, and wore an elaborate necklace that looked familiar to Eileen.
“Are you alright?” Eileen asked her. “Are you lost?”
“No, I’m not lost,” she replied.
“Is your mother here with you?” asked Eileen.
“My mother lives in Ashfield,” she replied. “Sometimes they take me to visit her, and they’re going to tell me a special secret to bring her back.”
There was something eerie about the way she said it. Suddenly the child turned and ran, with Eileen calling after her, “What’s your name?”
She ran down the path, looking for the child and finding nothing. Her lungs ached, and she had to stop to breathe. Then she heard a laugh. That woman was standing there. Cynthia from the subway, Cynthia from her dreams. And now Eileen knew why the necklace had been familiar to her, because it was Cynthia’s.
“It’s you…” she said as she panted and tried to steel herself to run again.
“Dear Eileen,” said Cynthia in a sultry voice. “You’ve come to me, here where I grew up.”
“I saw a little girl,” Eileen said. “She had your necklace on.”
“I know you did,” said Cynthia. “I told you, I grew up here.”
That girl was Cynthia? But it was; Eileen was looking at the same eyes in another face. How could they both be here?
“Dear Eileen,” she repeated, this time stroking her face. “If you like this necklace so much, I’ll give it to you.” Eileen protested that she didn’t want it, but Cynthia already had the necklace undone and was reaching around Eileen’s body to fasten it. They were nearly embracing now.
“What are you doing here?” she finally asked. “Is all this your fault?”
“It’s not a fault,” Cynthia said. “It’s an accomplishment.” She took walked forward, took Eileen’s chin in her hand and kissed her. “Don’t you like me, Eileen? Don’t you want to have some fun with me? It’s so boring being here all by myself.”
She was still wearing what Eileen had seen in the subway: a short skirt and a very revealing blouse. And her eyes were even more compelling than her figure. Eileen was terrified and attracted at the same time. What had this woman done, and what did she want?
What Cynthia wanted right now was rather evident as she buried her face in Eileen’s neck. “You’re so pretty, Eileen. You were such a pretty little girl and look how you grew up.”
Eileen didn’t run; she didn’t even move away. She just let Cynthia run her lips down her neck.
“Tell me who you really are…” Eileen murmured as Cynthia drew her closer and reached into the bodice of the purple dress she had put on for the party all those hours ago.
“You know my name already,” Cynthia said.
She was so beautiful, and her touches made Eileen shiver. All she could think of at this moment was her desire, her need to stay here, in this place, with this woman. Eileen began to undo her dress so Cynthia could caress her body further.
Suddenly everything changed. Cynthia backed away from her and began to float in the air, her hair down, obscuring her face. What Eileen could see of her features was twisted and hideous.
“This is who I really am,” she said in a harsh voice, and disappeared.
Eileen stood shocked, trying to rearrange her clothing, trying to deny to herself what she had just done. She had to go, to leave, to get back to the hole, but she knew that wouldn’t help. For now, there was a path in front of her and she began to walk it, touching the necklace she now wore and fearing the woman who gave it to her.
Character: Cynthia Velasquez/Eileen Galvin
Theme Set: 5
Prompt: Jewel
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 936
Warnings: AU, somewhat dubious consent
A.N. This is a fic based on my AU where Eileen is in Henry’s place and Cynthia is in Walter’s. I inevitably borrowed very heavily from Walter’s back story for Cynthia but I like to think she is still herself.
The short ficlet that started the idea is here and the first chapter that continued it is here. Ideally they should be read first.
Going through the hole again seemed like the worst possible thing to do, but also the only one. Eileen had no luck with shouting or any other way of attracting attention. Would anyone notice that she hadn’t made it to the party? But even if they did, what good would it do?
The weird part was that the trip took longer this time, and she didn’t end up in the subway. She was in some kind of park or maybe the woods, with grass and trees. It wasn’t pretty, though. In fact it was dark, cold, and made her shudder with anticipatory fear. But she kept going, because somehow there might be a way out.
As she walked, the words “Silent Hill Woods” came into her mind suddenly, along with a flash of red. Why would she think that? She’d never been to the woods around that town. The only time she remembered going there was to the amusement park when she was a kid. But part of her mind seemed to recognize all of this; a sort of dark déjà vu that made her wonder what this place was doing to her.
The next thing she saw was a rock with red paint splashed on it. It formed some kind of odd runes, and she almost passed it by before she realized she could read them. That fact alone made her want to turn her back to them, because she was certain she had never studied runes, but maybe they were important.
“Mother Dahlia punished me today because my dress was too short. She said a girl must always be modest. They’re going to put me in the water prison if I can’t learn my lesson.”
When she finished reading and turned around, there was a little girl standing there. She had a long white dress and dark hair in braids, and wore an elaborate necklace that looked familiar to Eileen.
“Are you alright?” Eileen asked her. “Are you lost?”
“No, I’m not lost,” she replied.
“Is your mother here with you?” asked Eileen.
“My mother lives in Ashfield,” she replied. “Sometimes they take me to visit her, and they’re going to tell me a special secret to bring her back.”
There was something eerie about the way she said it. Suddenly the child turned and ran, with Eileen calling after her, “What’s your name?”
She ran down the path, looking for the child and finding nothing. Her lungs ached, and she had to stop to breathe. Then she heard a laugh. That woman was standing there. Cynthia from the subway, Cynthia from her dreams. And now Eileen knew why the necklace had been familiar to her, because it was Cynthia’s.
“It’s you…” she said as she panted and tried to steel herself to run again.
“Dear Eileen,” said Cynthia in a sultry voice. “You’ve come to me, here where I grew up.”
“I saw a little girl,” Eileen said. “She had your necklace on.”
“I know you did,” said Cynthia. “I told you, I grew up here.”
That girl was Cynthia? But it was; Eileen was looking at the same eyes in another face. How could they both be here?
“Dear Eileen,” she repeated, this time stroking her face. “If you like this necklace so much, I’ll give it to you.” Eileen protested that she didn’t want it, but Cynthia already had the necklace undone and was reaching around Eileen’s body to fasten it. They were nearly embracing now.
“What are you doing here?” she finally asked. “Is all this your fault?”
“It’s not a fault,” Cynthia said. “It’s an accomplishment.” She took walked forward, took Eileen’s chin in her hand and kissed her. “Don’t you like me, Eileen? Don’t you want to have some fun with me? It’s so boring being here all by myself.”
She was still wearing what Eileen had seen in the subway: a short skirt and a very revealing blouse. And her eyes were even more compelling than her figure. Eileen was terrified and attracted at the same time. What had this woman done, and what did she want?
What Cynthia wanted right now was rather evident as she buried her face in Eileen’s neck. “You’re so pretty, Eileen. You were such a pretty little girl and look how you grew up.”
Eileen didn’t run; she didn’t even move away. She just let Cynthia run her lips down her neck.
“Tell me who you really are…” Eileen murmured as Cynthia drew her closer and reached into the bodice of the purple dress she had put on for the party all those hours ago.
“You know my name already,” Cynthia said.
She was so beautiful, and her touches made Eileen shiver. All she could think of at this moment was her desire, her need to stay here, in this place, with this woman. Eileen began to undo her dress so Cynthia could caress her body further.
Suddenly everything changed. Cynthia backed away from her and began to float in the air, her hair down, obscuring her face. What Eileen could see of her features was twisted and hideous.
“This is who I really am,” she said in a harsh voice, and disappeared.
Eileen stood shocked, trying to rearrange her clothing, trying to deny to herself what she had just done. She had to go, to leave, to get back to the hole, but she knew that wouldn’t help. For now, there was a path in front of her and she began to walk it, touching the necklace she now wore and fearing the woman who gave it to her.