Room 318. Who needs a boggart when you have nightmares?
"Connor?"
He doesn't respond. Doesn't even seem to realize Murphy's there. He just keeps walking.
"What d'ya think yer up ta, deartháir?" Slightly nervous tone to his voice as he follows.
Connor stops in front of the door. Looks back for a moment - looks through him - before turning the knob.
The door opens. There are several men waiting outside, guns drawn.
"No!" He tries to grab his twin's arm-
but his hand goes through it, like trying to grasp a shadow-
and Connor walks out the door, no weapons in hand.
The shots ring out
he stumbles under the impact
turns around-
and he's smiling, the fucking bastards are killing him and he's fucking smiling, Christ no please-
"CONNOR!"
It's a heartbreaking scream, echoing through the smaller room.
He doesn't respond. Doesn't even seem to realize Murphy's there. He just keeps walking.
"What d'ya think yer up ta, deartháir?" Slightly nervous tone to his voice as he follows.
Connor stops in front of the door. Looks back for a moment - looks through him - before turning the knob.
The door opens. There are several men waiting outside, guns drawn.
"No!" He tries to grab his twin's arm-
but his hand goes through it, like trying to grasp a shadow-
and Connor walks out the door, no weapons in hand.
The shots ring out
he stumbles under the impact
turns around-
and he's smiling, the fucking bastards are killing him and he's fucking smiling, Christ no please-
"CONNOR!"
It's a heartbreaking scream, echoing through the smaller room.