Central Silent Hill/Alchemilla Hospital (Foggy World)

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Their feet hit gritty pavement.

It's the middle of a block of foggy street in a run-down commercial district. Not the skyscrapers of New York, but squat, huddled old buildings of a quaint New England town. Behind them is a dusty toy store; other storefronts litter the street to either side and in front.

The whole place echoes emptily, the movement of the fog the only sound other than themselves.

Amber scuffs a sneaker on the asphalt. "So... yeah. Here it is."

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[futures_of_ash]

::Is there any resonance with the chain and your hand here?:: She tilted her head to listen better. What kind of voices would play in a girls mind forever.

::Stand straight Amber. Don't let it defeat you in your own mind. This place is Yours::

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She shakes her head. "No... 's just there."

The kind of voices that come from around her. Accusations. Anger. Frustration. Whispers about her- she's different, wrong, bad.

Amber shakes her head and walks. "Just don't listen..."

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::I really am going to get you and your mom to move. That's...:: it wasn't right for anyone to grow up with that. ::...not something you should ever have to deal with.:: She desperately wanted to introduce the girl to Hank. He was such a gentle man.

::Sometime later we can come back here. I can show you how to lessen it all.::

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"...okay..."

The tunnel goes deeper, and then there's a metal wall with a locked door. Scarred into the metal is the same seal (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v480/furikku/SilentMilliways/halo2.jpg) Amber usually draws unconsciously.

"Now what?" she asks dully.

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::Are you tired? Is it hard to be near this?:: she asked, walking past Amber to lay her hand on the door. She needed to get a sense of it, and if it would harm Amber if it was opened.

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"I don't know..."

It's



It runs throughout her, through her soul, like veins and arteries. Like breath.

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Oh...

::There's a choice, Amber::

Well. This was going to be tricky. And strange. Something so interwoven was nasty and hard to route out.

::Let me show you::

There were pictures and paths, every trace that Rachel felt through the door she displayed for Amber. It was like a cancer, unasked for and unbidden, twined through her friend.

::It can be fixed::

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She screams

[futures_of_ash]

No

Red was also HERS. A color of life and freedom, of tearing through the stars and ignoring any chains.

Red was birth blood and lava, new beginnings in new worlds.

RED was a heart beating, pounding through every challenge with adrenaline fueled glee.

RED was hers, as was Amber, and she would not allow this to twist and harm her.

::Amber::

::Amber::

::Hold onto yourself::

::I'll hold onto you::

She'd hold onto her friend in safer reds, feather soft and strong as steel. Wings of Will and Rage tempered into Protections. Reds in which other colors could dwell...Blues of courage, Greens of strength, and fleeting, dancing Gold of Hope.

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. Only you heal us these wounds.

I give to you unreservedly, my body and my eternal soul.

As proof of your miraculous power, guide our obedient and willing souls to the Road of Paradise

Blood and fire pumping through the tunnels
A heart beating
New life in this world
Life that cannot live in this world without a sacrifice


RachelRachel
I can'tcan't
What am II

[futures_of_ash]

::You're Amber:: There wasn't a single iota of doubt in that mental tone. ::And something powerful has decided to be a parasite.:: She really couldn't think of any other way to phrase it. This thing fed and fed and detracted from Amber's health.

::I'm going to lock it in better. Just hold on to me.::

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Holding onto someone

sounds good

sounds scary

because

she needs someone

she can't rely on anyone

she's slipping away

she reaches out

fingers digging into

Rachel

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::I have you:: The words were simple and pure, the action behind them less so. What flowed from that contact was a stream of emotion and images. Amber as Rachel saw her, all sharp edges and softer smiles, tensions, fears, and hopes. A burning set of lines amidst shadows, held together by odd flares and coiled emotion.

Amber, defined as best Rachel could.

And more, she was taking everything other, everything alien, and forcing it back with a finely honed rage that was sharper than any knife.

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walls and bars and locks

walls and walls and walls

and darkness

the something inside her settles

and sleeps

In the "real" world, Amber is on the ground, sweating and panting.

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Walls, and chains, and bars that she knew so well. Leashes, locks, and restraints layered over imaginary flesh, mental form. Rachel knew a great deal about being contained.

She knew what worked.

When they were left, still and alone before the renewed walls, Rachel glanced over at Amber ::Well....:: she sent, the tone laced with surprise and shaky weariness. ::We found the problem?::

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"...yeah," she replies huskily.

"yeah."

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::Catch your breath:: Rachel sighed calmly, reaching out to pet Amber's hair. She meant to sooth, to draw out some of the lingering fear and wariness. ::We'll work out a way to get rid of it, but for now I think the knowledge is enough...right?::

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"I guess..." She sighs, then pulls herself up. "You think we can get out of here?"

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::Yes, we can:: she shifted her hands so she could poke Amber's forehead. ::Wake up:: It was a command, a guide, and a lifeline. A simple, easy path back to the reality of flesh and bone.

And Silent Hill.

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She hugs herself, avoiding Rachel's gaze.

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Rachel paced the width of the hallway, stretching the mild kinks out of her legs as she gave Amber a few moments.





The avoidant gaze thing was really...rough...on her though. "Amber." she started, quietly. "We all have really messed up stuff in our heads. Yours is fixable and nothing to be ashamed of."

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"'m not... used to...."

Well, obviously she wouldn't be used to having anyone else in her head.

But what she really means to imply is, 'I'm not used to being that open to someone.'

[futures_of_ash]

Rachel glanced out over the scorched lobby, then out the doors before crouching next to Amber. "Yeah well...there's a reason people don't like telepaths." she offered wryly.

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"'snot like I didn't say you could," she replies, a small hint of annoyance touching the harmonics. She does not want to give across the wrong impression! Though possibly she will be giving off a different wrong impression now!

[futures_of_ash]

"True" She chuckled wryly, a far from happy sound but at least it was something? People rarely knew what they were agreeing to though. Regardless. "Should we get out of here now? I don't like the feel of this place, and we've been here long enough it may have started to get peeks of my nightmares too..."