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Central Silent Hill/Alchemilla Hospital (Foggy World)

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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She screams

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.

. 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

::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.::

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

::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.

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.

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?::

"...yeah," she replies huskily.

"yeah."

::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?::

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

::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.

She hugs herself, avoiding Rachel's gaze.

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."

"'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.'

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.

"'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!

"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..."

"Yeah. Fuck this place."

It is her Silent Hill Mantra.

"Can you tell where to get back?"

"I can feel where we came in." They'd left a nice energy signature to follow, the only problem being..."it's moved though. It's further away." This was going to be one of those places that was easier to get in that out it seemed.

"I got a map..." She unfolds a town map. "Can you tell where it is on here?"

Rachel leaned over the map, eyes scanning, then nibbled her lower lip "Where are we?" Reading, and reading maps, were not really in her skill set. If she could get a reference point it'd be easier!

"Oh yeah... sorry." She points. "Here's where we came in. Then we went up this way..." tracing the roads, "...up to here. That's the hospital."

Rachel laid her finger next to Amber's, then let flame trickle over the page. it wavered for a moment, then coalesced into a thin, straight arrow that ignored buildings. The gate was...almost as far away from them as it could be and still be inside the bounds of Silent Hill.

At the very end of the arrow, the ink writhed, forming a little door symbol just in case they needed to check the map again.

"I...don't think we could fly over. The sky just kind if stops here."

"Stops?" She peers out a window and up.

Not that she could tell anything, anyway, since the fog limits visibility to maybe ten feet.

"Well, there's shit all over, but walking's better'n sitting waiting for them to get us, right?"

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