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Voices

Crackling

Headache

Ash

Amber blinks.

White dress

Charred bars

People in robes

Torches

"SHIT!" She scrambles up, briefly tangling herself in the trailing sleeves of the dress that she has never worn before.

A brief flash of horrified realization- someone else changed her clothing- flickers in her brain before she takes in the greater horror.

She's in a cage. Suspended over a large brazier filled with wood. The woman is there, and Johnny, and people she doesn't know, all holding lit torches. The circle symbol is patterned on the floor. The woman is chanting something. Everyone is focused on Amber, with strange, reverent expressions.



Amber screams, rattling the cage door.

Date: 2010-10-11 11:58 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hollow-way.livejournal.com
No!

It struggles, a martyr fighting his way back toward the slaughter.

I won't let you hurt her!

Date: 2010-10-12 12:01 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hollow-way.livejournal.com
The young man's body spreads its arms, baptising the room with blood-red fire.

Amber's mind is too clouded to notice the pain. There is only the focus of "kill the monster." The thing that destroyed two lives, just so it could try to exist. That nurtured itself on suffering.

Fuck that thing. Shittiest god ever.

Blood splashes across his gleaming robes.

Date: 2010-10-13 10:23 pm (UTC)
futures_of_ash: (Hero)
From: [personal profile] futures_of_ash
::Oh shut up.:: Rachel snapped at the soul, holding it back with ease. ::You don't have eyes now, so look with other things at what you've been worshiping.:: Being just a soul could help clear things up. Sometimes.

Honestly she really didn't care if he saw or not though. For all intents and purpose he'd become irrelevant.

Now it was all about protecting Amber from the flame as the world lit up around them.

Date: 2010-10-21 08:30 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hollow-way.livejournal.com
God! GOD!!!

NO!!!


Blood

God's blood (his blood?)

His mother is burning

Everything is burning

His body is a doll
in hands of shadow and flame and mist

and he knows that the one using him doesn't care

doesn't care any more than anyone at Wish House cared about the toys there

and it's too late now

he's broken.

Date: 2010-10-21 08:34 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hollow-way.livejournal.com
Everything is red. Everything hurts.

And then a screech louder than the roaring in her ears echoes across the room.

Time stretches as the glowing boy falls, a descent like a drowning victim in water.

The god doesn't move.

Date: 2010-10-21 08:35 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hollow-way.livejournal.com
The boy does.

"why..."

He reaches a shaking arm up toward Amber.

Date: 2010-10-21 08:38 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hollow-way.livejournal.com
She watches him dispassionately, her shoulders heaving with the effort of breathing, her legs shaking with the effort of standing.

"The fuck is wrong with you?" she demands, offering no further specifics.

His arm falls.

She just stares, a statue of red and white.

Date: 2010-10-26 08:41 am (UTC)
futures_of_ash: (Pissed flame girl)
From: [personal profile] futures_of_ash
"A lot." Rachel answered, a whisper of rage and sadness from behind Amber. Still hovering, still protecting...but some things simply needed to be done alone. "Abuse, misery, fear, all twisted around a sick and perverted hope. This place isn't good for people." It was as simple, and as complicated, as that.

"Are you ready to leave Amber?"

[OOP Note]

Date: 2010-10-21 08:39 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hollow-way.livejournal.com
I'm not really sure whether it'd be better for Johnny to be dead or not. :/ Thoughts?

Re: [OOP Note]

Date: 2010-10-26 08:38 am (UTC)
futures_of_ash: (Bring it)
From: [personal profile] futures_of_ash
*Shrug* Rach can restore him and stick his soul back in later if we want, leave him in charge of Silent HIll after they leave...or he can die. No real need/desire either way. :)

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