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Who: Amber Holloway
Where: Silent Hill Town Center
Rating: PG for monster
Summary: Amber and Father Matthew get separated. Someone else wants to hang out with her, but Amber is not too keen on this idea.
She actually went into the bathroom, both to keep from lying to a priest and for privacy. Her hand had immediately led her to one of the tarnished mirrors, uncapped marker squeeging across the glass in graceful curves, then short, sharp zigzags as it defined and filled in shapes.
She squinted at it a moment before the image became clear. Flames, red and tall, framing her face. She'd never done that before. Her questioning eyes went to the now-quiet hand, which offered no more explanation than it ever had. Sighing, she recapped the marker.
Yeah, since when has anything in my life made sense?
And then there was the slam and the priest's muffled voice.
"Amber!"
Something in the tone was worrisome, the hint of panic that grabbed at the hindbrain and tugged nervously. She quickly strode out.
"Amber!" he repeated, farther off. She couldn't see where he'd gone to.
"Um... Father?" she called, trying to make herself heard and keep quiet all at once. "Where-"
The angry buzz of static cried out from her bag, and she started, dropping it. After it didn't jump out at her, she tentatively poked through it until the cell phone fell out, still emitting the noise.
"What in the..." She shook it again, squinting at the screen. She couldn't even tell how many bars were here; it was all garbled.
That's when she heard the scrape. She looked up to see something about human-sized lurking at the other end of the room, near a door. Muffled grunts and clinks were coming from it.
"...Father?" she asked, though she was pretty sure that it wasn't. Her fingers tightening around the bag's strap, she eased forward. It turned at her voice.
Liquidy, goopy gray-green-pink-black, like melting, rotting flesh shrink-wrapped. Blackened chains melded with the arms and back, dragging along the floor.
Not the priest. Definitely not the priest. Not even human. It didn't have a face. It shouldn't be moving, upright, heading for her.
She was too scared even to scream. She just staggered backwards, unable to look away from the horror before her. Until her heel hit something loose.
A knife store stood nearby, its window shattered, and some of the merchandise scattered on the floor in front. It was a miracle that it hadn't all been stolen already, but she wasn't about to question providence. Her hand closed around a particularly long knife, and she held it up, teeth gritted.
The thing kept advancing as if the blade didn't matter. Screaming, she jabbed at it desperately, rewarded by a spurt of dark blood. Animal instinct took over then, and she didn't stop her assault until the thing was silent and still.
She stood, taking ragged breaths that turned into sobs. Her voice cracked as she called out again, "Father?"
Hollow silence answered. Her legs gave out.
"God... what's going on?!"
Where: Silent Hill Town Center
Rating: PG for monster
Summary: Amber and Father Matthew get separated. Someone else wants to hang out with her, but Amber is not too keen on this idea.
She actually went into the bathroom, both to keep from lying to a priest and for privacy. Her hand had immediately led her to one of the tarnished mirrors, uncapped marker squeeging across the glass in graceful curves, then short, sharp zigzags as it defined and filled in shapes.
She squinted at it a moment before the image became clear. Flames, red and tall, framing her face. She'd never done that before. Her questioning eyes went to the now-quiet hand, which offered no more explanation than it ever had. Sighing, she recapped the marker.
Yeah, since when has anything in my life made sense?
And then there was the slam and the priest's muffled voice.
"Amber!"
Something in the tone was worrisome, the hint of panic that grabbed at the hindbrain and tugged nervously. She quickly strode out.
"Amber!" he repeated, farther off. She couldn't see where he'd gone to.
"Um... Father?" she called, trying to make herself heard and keep quiet all at once. "Where-"
The angry buzz of static cried out from her bag, and she started, dropping it. After it didn't jump out at her, she tentatively poked through it until the cell phone fell out, still emitting the noise.
"What in the..." She shook it again, squinting at the screen. She couldn't even tell how many bars were here; it was all garbled.
That's when she heard the scrape. She looked up to see something about human-sized lurking at the other end of the room, near a door. Muffled grunts and clinks were coming from it.
"...Father?" she asked, though she was pretty sure that it wasn't. Her fingers tightening around the bag's strap, she eased forward. It turned at her voice.
Liquidy, goopy gray-green-pink-black, like melting, rotting flesh shrink-wrapped. Blackened chains melded with the arms and back, dragging along the floor.
Not the priest. Definitely not the priest. Not even human. It didn't have a face. It shouldn't be moving, upright, heading for her.
She was too scared even to scream. She just staggered backwards, unable to look away from the horror before her. Until her heel hit something loose.
A knife store stood nearby, its window shattered, and some of the merchandise scattered on the floor in front. It was a miracle that it hadn't all been stolen already, but she wasn't about to question providence. Her hand closed around a particularly long knife, and she held it up, teeth gritted.
The thing kept advancing as if the blade didn't matter. Screaming, she jabbed at it desperately, rewarded by a spurt of dark blood. Animal instinct took over then, and she didn't stop her assault until the thing was silent and still.
She stood, taking ragged breaths that turned into sobs. Her voice cracked as she called out again, "Father?"
Hollow silence answered. Her legs gave out.
"God... what's going on?!"