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[thelootismine]

Who: Alan Wake [its_an_ocean], Lilith [thelootismine] || Closed
Where: Aldale 5
What: Lilith's heard that there's something about the Darkness in Alan's bedside table, something that he isn't telling her, and being as she is, she wants to know.
Warnings: Breaking and entering, and god knows what else.

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[its_an_ocean]

The pages were worn, but still bright, as if they had gotten stomped on and pressed to the ground, yet something about them made them still shine a bit, as if the power of light surrounded them.

For a long time, the Dark Presence had been weak, sleeping, nothing but a half-forgotten nightmare or a shadowy flicker in the corner of an eye in the forest at night; not real enough to properly exist, and yet too evocative to fade away completely.

Now it was waking up, the writer like a fly caught in a spider's web, each jerk and kick vibrating the strands that led deep into its lair. It was aware of him now, and it could use him.

All he'd need was a little incentive.

[thelootismine]

Lilith's frown deepened even more when she realized the pages were out of order, just as she flipped through them, but she didn't do anything about it. Instead, she simply skipped about, trying to locate the next section in the proper order. The only problem was that it didn't work, she couldn't figure it out entirely.

So she just settled for reading it in the order it was in.

The content though, unsettled her. What had she gotten herself into?

[its_an_ocean]

Alice looked through the viewfinder, lining up the shot. Cauldron Lake was breathtaking. Something caught her eye: a figure standing in the shadows behind the cabin, like a thin woman in a black dress.

She lowered the camera and looked again -- no one there, just a collection of bushes that looked vaguely human-shaped. She shook her head and laughed.

The kidnapper fired his gun one last time, and the shadow vanished into the darkness it had come from.

"See, nothing to it, Wake."

The thought of Alice in his hands was revolting. We stood on the wooden platform of Lovers' Peak, the waterfall and the mountain behind us, the lights of the radio-mast blinking red in the heights above. I fought with the urge to take a swing, forced myself to speak.

"Let's cut the act now. Where's my wife?"

Barry had never gotten along with Alice, but he knew Alan loved her with an almost frightening intensity. And now something had happened to Alice -- and here was Al, armed with a gun and saying things people got put in padded cells for. It was

[thelootismine]

What had happened to his wife? Did Alan have to work along with her kidnapper to fight the Darkness? Or what?

What the hell?

She found herself shuffling through more of the papers, reading all she could. And because of that, she started to loose track of the time.

Had he written this himself after the events? Why the hell would he have done that?