Silent Hill : Claudia/Vincent - Prompt: Confession
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I was on a website a few days back and they had a prompt posted that was the word "Confession" and boom I had this image in my mind of Claudia and Vincent hiding in the old church confessional. Despite having many ideas this is the first thing I have written that is Silent Hill oriented. Please forgive any OOC that appears as it has been years since I have played Silent Hill 3. For some reason though the idea of this was so clear to me I just had to scratch it out. I would like to dedicate this little snippet to ninth_lady the only other person I know who likes this pairing as much as I do.
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Her grey-blue eyes flew open with a start,mind struggling desperately to find purchase. Slowly it began to return, the small shaft of light tiny particles of dust dancing within. Beneath her ear the steady rythmic feel of breath, the beating of a heart. Without a word the feeling of his hand pressing her back so careful as he shifted in the cramped space.
Because this is the one place no one ever comes...
The first time it happened she had come here too. Run all the way from her home to the church at the tender age of ten. It had seemed so far off though in reality it was less than a block. The specific details of what caused it that day were a blur now. There had been a place she knew few people went. Sliding the door open she had hidden in the old confessional, shifting to find a position that didn't hurt her back, the deep purple stain that had been spreading there already offering up protest. Fear gripped her when the door had began to slide open. Even now her arms tightened remembering how she braced herself. Her father had found her even here ......
The boy had looked at her oddly then, curiosity marking his features. How did he know she would be here?
"Go away!" the tears threatened and then fell.. and still he didn't go away. He only stood there a moment before coming in and closing the door. After a long pause the question came.
"Why here?"
"Because it's the one place no one ever comes....."
Now here she was a breath from sixteen hiding again. Still the he refuses to leave. Till this day he was the only one acted like it mattered. What had been a bench two children could sit on had become an assembly of aged wood laden with cracks. His back braced against the wall now as he held her curled against him, face buried in his shirt. Her legs rested between his, their limbs forced to remain bent at the knee in the cramped space. The wetness of tears against her cheek. When had she started crying?
Those days long gone seem much simpler now. Her father had recently started abusing the same drugs that much of town did. They did little to slow him or dull his anger. If anything the paranoid hallucinations they sometimes caused only lent more severity.
Don't lie to me! I can always tell..
His voice seething with disdain. This time she had tried to run.. and that never made it better. The pressure on her arms as she was pulled, the phantom fingertips still gripped her.A silent prayer of thanks graced her mind for the loose sleeves she wore, Leonard had been determined to get her confession this time. The dark purple roses she knew were blooming across her back even now tore a sharp breath from her lungs. Her fingertips traced a light path over the wrinkles in his shirt sleeve. It wouldn't make a difference how long she was here. Leonard had passed out for the night by now for certain. Her mind whispering comfort to her, this was the time of sacrifice...
That thought warred with her growing emotion and lately she found that it didn't always win....
A thudding sound on the other side of the door causes her to stiffen, fingers digging into his arm..Glancing up through the stray strands of blond hair littering her vision she could make out his face in the near darkness as he stared ahead. These days it was getting harder to make out his thoughts..his voice speaks from the shadows.
"Claudia, you know no one ever comes here."
Just the same she feels the leg shift and the tell-tale sound of Vincents foot pressing harder against the confessional door.
I have many more fan fiction ideas coming across several fandoms including this one. Thanks so much for reading! All comments welcome!
I was on a website a few days back and they had a prompt posted that was the word "Confession" and boom I had this image in my mind of Claudia and Vincent hiding in the old church confessional. Despite having many ideas this is the first thing I have written that is Silent Hill oriented. Please forgive any OOC that appears as it has been years since I have played Silent Hill 3. For some reason though the idea of this was so clear to me I just had to scratch it out. I would like to dedicate this little snippet to ninth_lady the only other person I know who likes this pairing as much as I do.
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Her grey-blue eyes flew open with a start,mind struggling desperately to find purchase. Slowly it began to return, the small shaft of light tiny particles of dust dancing within. Beneath her ear the steady rythmic feel of breath, the beating of a heart. Without a word the feeling of his hand pressing her back so careful as he shifted in the cramped space.
Because this is the one place no one ever comes...
The first time it happened she had come here too. Run all the way from her home to the church at the tender age of ten. It had seemed so far off though in reality it was less than a block. The specific details of what caused it that day were a blur now. There had been a place she knew few people went. Sliding the door open she had hidden in the old confessional, shifting to find a position that didn't hurt her back, the deep purple stain that had been spreading there already offering up protest. Fear gripped her when the door had began to slide open. Even now her arms tightened remembering how she braced herself. Her father had found her even here ......
The boy had looked at her oddly then, curiosity marking his features. How did he know she would be here?
"Go away!" the tears threatened and then fell.. and still he didn't go away. He only stood there a moment before coming in and closing the door. After a long pause the question came.
"Why here?"
"Because it's the one place no one ever comes....."
Now here she was a breath from sixteen hiding again. Still the he refuses to leave. Till this day he was the only one acted like it mattered. What had been a bench two children could sit on had become an assembly of aged wood laden with cracks. His back braced against the wall now as he held her curled against him, face buried in his shirt. Her legs rested between his, their limbs forced to remain bent at the knee in the cramped space. The wetness of tears against her cheek. When had she started crying?
Those days long gone seem much simpler now. Her father had recently started abusing the same drugs that much of town did. They did little to slow him or dull his anger. If anything the paranoid hallucinations they sometimes caused only lent more severity.
Don't lie to me! I can always tell..
His voice seething with disdain. This time she had tried to run.. and that never made it better. The pressure on her arms as she was pulled, the phantom fingertips still gripped her.A silent prayer of thanks graced her mind for the loose sleeves she wore, Leonard had been determined to get her confession this time. The dark purple roses she knew were blooming across her back even now tore a sharp breath from her lungs. Her fingertips traced a light path over the wrinkles in his shirt sleeve. It wouldn't make a difference how long she was here. Leonard had passed out for the night by now for certain. Her mind whispering comfort to her, this was the time of sacrifice...
That thought warred with her growing emotion and lately she found that it didn't always win....
A thudding sound on the other side of the door causes her to stiffen, fingers digging into his arm..Glancing up through the stray strands of blond hair littering her vision she could make out his face in the near darkness as he stared ahead. These days it was getting harder to make out his thoughts..his voice speaks from the shadows.
"Claudia, you know no one ever comes here."
Just the same she feels the leg shift and the tell-tale sound of Vincents foot pressing harder against the confessional door.
I have many more fan fiction ideas coming across several fandoms including this one. Thanks so much for reading! All comments welcome!