Fic: The Shadows Disguise (SPN/Silent Hill)
Title: The Shadows Disguise
Word Count: 112
Fandom(s): Silent Hill
Rating: PG (PG-13 at most)
Warnings: Dark, short in length, some harsh language
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything at all. Well, I do own a computer...
Author’s Notes: This is a little experiment I've been playing with in my head for a while. It's nothing tremendously long, but who knows, I may decide to extend it eventually. xD;
Summary: Dean remained a heavy weight at his side...
When his vision finally cleared he could see how he could have originally mistook her to be human. In the shadows her pale skin and the thick layer of dirt covering her dress made her look like the little girl she was supposed to be-both lost and scared in this fucked up place. Something like the people that cowered blindly in the church, the smell of smoke clinging to each and every one of them like blame.
"Christo."
She didn’t even flinch, a slow, wicked smile creeping across her face as her eyes turned black. Dean remained a heavy weight at his side, oblivious and dying with each second that passed by.
"Hello, Sam."
Word Count: 112
Fandom(s): Silent Hill
Rating: PG (PG-13 at most)
Warnings: Dark, short in length, some harsh language
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything at all. Well, I do own a computer...
Author’s Notes: This is a little experiment I've been playing with in my head for a while. It's nothing tremendously long, but who knows, I may decide to extend it eventually. xD;
Summary: Dean remained a heavy weight at his side...
When his vision finally cleared he could see how he could have originally mistook her to be human. In the shadows her pale skin and the thick layer of dirt covering her dress made her look like the little girl she was supposed to be-both lost and scared in this fucked up place. Something like the people that cowered blindly in the church, the smell of smoke clinging to each and every one of them like blame.
"Christo."
She didn’t even flinch, a slow, wicked smile creeping across her face as her eyes turned black. Dean remained a heavy weight at his side, oblivious and dying with each second that passed by.
"Hello, Sam."