Henry & Alessa Log [UNFINISHED]
Who: Henry Townshend (21stsacrament) and Alessa Gillespie (kulla_flicka) (closed until further notice, maybe?)
Where: The Hospital
When: Nighttime, after a Walter & Henry log here.
What: Alessa arrives to the City and gives Henry a helping hand.
Hours passed after Walter left. Henry would wake for brief seconds before passing out again, shivering and covered in blood and so certain Walter was still there, somewhere, somewhere where Henry could not see him.
Slowly, his eyes slid open. This time, maybe, it would keep. He could just barely feel Walter's prescence -- a good indication that the man was gone. He tried to calm himself, remember deep-breathing techniques, anything.
He opened his mouth to pray, but his voice warbled and his chest hurt when he took in air and he squeezed his eyes shut, thinking about the sequence carved on his chest.
"Our Father, which art in Heaven," he whispered softly. He almost couldn't hear himself. Hallowed by thy name. Thy kingdom come, thy will be done, on Earth as it is in Heaven. Give us this day our daily bread and forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us. And lead us not into temptation, "but deliver us from evil..." For thine is the kingdom and the power and the glory forever. "Amen."
Silence hung in the air. Nothing felt different. If prayer did nothing to calm his nerves, or better yet, release him from these damn bindings, then what was the point?
Walter wasn't here, that was for sure. Henry would know it if he was -- would hear that damn laughter.
Nobody was here.
Being alone had never been so crushingly terrible.
Henry wouldn't have minded so much, if he was free. He could clean up the mess, try and find a new shirt, get away, get safe. As it was now, Walter knew just where he was, and if he came back...
Henry didn't want to think about what he might do.
He struggled against the bindings, half-heartedly, but it caused the pain in his chest to flare up. He yelled, the sound echoing off the empty walls. His throat burned, scratched from how hard he'd been screaming before.
He needed out. He needed help.
Somebody, please...
Anybody but him. Anybody but Walter.
Where: The Hospital
When: Nighttime, after a Walter & Henry log here.
What: Alessa arrives to the City and gives Henry a helping hand.
Hours passed after Walter left. Henry would wake for brief seconds before passing out again, shivering and covered in blood and so certain Walter was still there, somewhere, somewhere where Henry could not see him.
Slowly, his eyes slid open. This time, maybe, it would keep. He could just barely feel Walter's prescence -- a good indication that the man was gone. He tried to calm himself, remember deep-breathing techniques, anything.
He opened his mouth to pray, but his voice warbled and his chest hurt when he took in air and he squeezed his eyes shut, thinking about the sequence carved on his chest.
"Our Father, which art in Heaven," he whispered softly. He almost couldn't hear himself. Hallowed by thy name. Thy kingdom come, thy will be done, on Earth as it is in Heaven. Give us this day our daily bread and forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us. And lead us not into temptation, "but deliver us from evil..." For thine is the kingdom and the power and the glory forever. "Amen."
Silence hung in the air. Nothing felt different. If prayer did nothing to calm his nerves, or better yet, release him from these damn bindings, then what was the point?
Walter wasn't here, that was for sure. Henry would know it if he was -- would hear that damn laughter.
Nobody was here.
Being alone had never been so crushingly terrible.
Henry wouldn't have minded so much, if he was free. He could clean up the mess, try and find a new shirt, get away, get safe. As it was now, Walter knew just where he was, and if he came back...
Henry didn't want to think about what he might do.
He struggled against the bindings, half-heartedly, but it caused the pain in his chest to flare up. He yelled, the sound echoing off the empty walls. His throat burned, scratched from how hard he'd been screaming before.
He needed out. He needed help.
Somebody, please...
Anybody but him. Anybody but Walter.