[Nowhere] Goal
He shoots at the wall again, knowing he's wasting bullets- but he can't help it. He heard a low growl and people don't make that noise. He supposes that as long as he doesn't hear that high, chittering laugh (or even worse, a low, deep chuckle) he's doing all right.
He doesn't speak, although he's sometimes tempted to. There's no point. These things won't listen, and he's finally learned his lesson there. Damn it, why won't it just come out from behind where it's hiding? He has to go that way! He's made it through a labyrinth of alleyways, familiar but put together all sorts of different types of backstreets. They started to blur together until they became a uniform grey. And now he can see the lake in the distance, and he needs to get there. Who know what side it will be on, whether he'll be close to the correct cemetary (god, there are so many), but it's that little bit farther.
The thing growls once more, but doesn't come out. Henry leans back against the wall and sighs heavily, letting it sink in that he's going to have to go past it anyway. It's not going to be a ghost or anything like that. Putting the gun away, he holds the Maglite like a baton and inches forward, further and further. He can hear it breathing.
When he turns the corner, there's nothing there. He's starting to wonder if maybe it's completely deserted as he continues walking towards the lake.
He stares at the water as he walks, that hateful water that washes away bits of himself every time he's near it. He has to get there- Eileen will be close, and he has to find her. He can't last without her.
He hadn't noticed that the road ended abruptly, not until he puts his foot out and nothing catches it. He tips forward, and it's almost comical as he sees the ground come up to meet him, then fly upwards past him. He hears the growl again.
And then everything's dark.
He doesn't speak, although he's sometimes tempted to. There's no point. These things won't listen, and he's finally learned his lesson there. Damn it, why won't it just come out from behind where it's hiding? He has to go that way! He's made it through a labyrinth of alleyways, familiar but put together all sorts of different types of backstreets. They started to blur together until they became a uniform grey. And now he can see the lake in the distance, and he needs to get there. Who know what side it will be on, whether he'll be close to the correct cemetary (god, there are so many), but it's that little bit farther.
The thing growls once more, but doesn't come out. Henry leans back against the wall and sighs heavily, letting it sink in that he's going to have to go past it anyway. It's not going to be a ghost or anything like that. Putting the gun away, he holds the Maglite like a baton and inches forward, further and further. He can hear it breathing.
When he turns the corner, there's nothing there. He's starting to wonder if maybe it's completely deserted as he continues walking towards the lake.
He stares at the water as he walks, that hateful water that washes away bits of himself every time he's near it. He has to get there- Eileen will be close, and he has to find her. He can't last without her.
He hadn't noticed that the road ended abruptly, not until he puts his foot out and nothing catches it. He tips forward, and it's almost comical as he sees the ground come up to meet him, then fly upwards past him. He hears the growl again.
And then everything's dark.