when we all fall down || who will take the blame?
Characters: Alex Drake, Chris Skelton, and YOU
Rating: PG
Time Period: Modern
Location: The grotto
Relative Date: A few days after Gene discovers their bodies.
Status: OPEN
***
It was still dark, but this darkness was different.
It was a solid darkness, a palpable darkness. A darkness that came with hard, scraping stone and the light song of water and the sharp smell of leather. A darkness that was real.
Alex roused, her cheek catching against the smooth feel of her jacket, and she opened her eyes slowly. It took a moment for the memories to arrive again; where she was, what happened. The pain that shot through her body, her screams pushing through a raw throat, the look in Chris' eyes. The last thing she had seen.
Moaning, she forced herself up, examining her hands. Her fingers were all there, completely movable, normal, although they itched with a ghostly pain. She last remembered being naked, and was thankful for whatever had provided her with clothing in the chilly grotto.
She looked up, relieved to see a familiar form accompanying her in the muted light. She didn't have the strength to stand, and pulled herself carefully across the stone towards him. "Chris?" she whispered hoarsely, but her tone was filled with hope. "Chris, wake up."
Rating: PG
Time Period: Modern
Location: The grotto
Relative Date: A few days after Gene discovers their bodies.
Status: OPEN
***
It was still dark, but this darkness was different.
It was a solid darkness, a palpable darkness. A darkness that came with hard, scraping stone and the light song of water and the sharp smell of leather. A darkness that was real.
Alex roused, her cheek catching against the smooth feel of her jacket, and she opened her eyes slowly. It took a moment for the memories to arrive again; where she was, what happened. The pain that shot through her body, her screams pushing through a raw throat, the look in Chris' eyes. The last thing she had seen.
Moaning, she forced herself up, examining her hands. Her fingers were all there, completely movable, normal, although they itched with a ghostly pain. She last remembered being naked, and was thankful for whatever had provided her with clothing in the chilly grotto.
She looked up, relieved to see a familiar form accompanying her in the muted light. She didn't have the strength to stand, and pulled herself carefully across the stone towards him. "Chris?" she whispered hoarsely, but her tone was filled with hope. "Chris, wake up."