[ silent hill? the entire name of that town suggested no shortage of "creepy" and maybe a bit of "unimaginative".
but erik had received the letter, and whilst he wasn't one to usually follow the simple, written word, this one was different.
a lead, something to cling to, something to focus his revenge upon. singed by a german, it promised information on where to look for shaw, but it was requested that they met at the town of silent hill, west virginia, usa. it irritated erik to no end that someone else was setting the conditions of their rendez-vous, but... information was information, and revenge was still just that. his rage, though now a bit more controlled, was still there, coiling just below the surface, and it was just enough to push all the thoughts and reasons of why he shouldn't go and how it might be a trap to the back of his mind.
though he was careful about not telling charles. perhaps even not thinking about it while in his friend's presence. though that proves easier said than done, and he's sure glimpses of the letter must've flickered through his mind. question was, did charles see them?
regardless, erik ensured that when he left, he left without alerting anyone, and without telling anyone where he was heading. regardless of how it went down, it wouldn't be a long trip. a mere several days, at best.
but then he found the town. or, more likely, nearly crashed his car into it when the thick fog set in.
and in some misfortunate steps, he finds himself inside a building now. a hospital, by the looks of it. old, decrepit, abandoned, just like the rest of the town.
it sets his teeth on edge, makes his shoulders tense with the frustration of falling for some lie.
and then he sees the creatures. not mutants, not quite. or perhaps so much so, that any reason in them is gone. and there's no remorse when he severs their heads with a pipe he's willed his way.
there's a noise behind him, a rustle. which makes him spin on his heels, the metal pipe turning around with him, with the way of his hand, aiming, but not firing.
8? IDK OK
but erik had received the letter, and whilst he wasn't one to usually follow the simple, written word, this one was different.
a lead, something to cling to, something to focus his revenge upon. singed by a german, it promised information on where to look for shaw, but it was requested that they met at the town of silent hill, west virginia, usa. it irritated erik to no end that someone else was setting the conditions of their rendez-vous, but... information was information, and revenge was still just that. his rage, though now a bit more controlled, was still there, coiling just below the surface, and it was just enough to push all the thoughts and reasons of why he shouldn't go and how it might be a trap to the back of his mind.
though he was careful about not telling charles. perhaps even not thinking about it while in his friend's presence. though that proves easier said than done, and he's sure glimpses of the letter must've flickered through his mind. question was, did charles see them?
regardless, erik ensured that when he left, he left without alerting anyone, and without telling anyone where he was heading. regardless of how it went down, it wouldn't be a long trip. a mere several days, at best.
but then he found the town. or, more likely, nearly crashed his car into it when the thick fog set in.
and in some misfortunate steps, he finds himself inside a building now. a hospital, by the looks of it. old, decrepit, abandoned, just like the rest of the town.
it sets his teeth on edge, makes his shoulders tense with the frustration of falling for some lie.
and then he sees the creatures. not mutants, not quite. or perhaps so much so, that any reason in them is gone. and there's no remorse when he severs their heads with a pipe he's willed his way.
there's a noise behind him, a rustle. which makes him spin on his heels, the metal pipe turning around with him, with the way of his hand, aiming, but not firing.
because well: ]
Charles?!