My muse has been kidnapped for experimental ‘research.’ After months of searching, yours has finally found mine. How does your muse react to the condition mine is in?
It had taken months, but Silent Hill had done it. Its influence hopped from place to place, with only a shred of its consciousness keeping it tethered to its technical “home” in Maine; doing so was an arduous task, even with all its powers, but it was worth it.
For her, it was worth it.
One could only imagine Silent Hill’s wrath when it found Ellie, brutalized by unspeakable tortures. In that moment, it was reminded of Alessa.
How it hated what the Order had done to Alessa.
Its already fragmented psyche was split further. With some effort, it formed its human guises; Silvia sat with Ellie, gently trying to tend to her wounds as Hilton went off to get angry, ruthless revenge. Ellie would be avenged, her tormentors punished for harming her, just as they would be punished for harming someone whom Silent Hill held dear.
Silvia’s voice was garbled, unable to sound like a normal human when Silent Hill’s consciousness was already so divided (though, in situations like these, when its friend was finally safe and when revenge was being wrought against a backdrop of screams and sirens, it didn’t mind). “i’M SOrrY iT TOoK mE So LOng. nO ONe wiLL hURT yoU AGaiN. Let Me taKE YoU HomE, eLLie.”
To say she was scared would be a hell of an understatement. Months had passed being spent feeling hopeless that this was the end. Once they were done with her, they would kill her. Or the worst they would do would be to keep her alive and keep going. The information that she was immune must’ve got passed around or something because they knew she was. Like the Fireflies, they knew but Ellie didn’t understand how. As far as she knew, the Fireflies had to cut into her brain to get at the mutated fungus. However, these people seemed to figure out that if they reverse vaccine something for the cure they would need more than that. Keeping her alive while they poked and prodded into her.
There would be no Joel to help her. He doesn’t know where she is, and she’s sure that even if he had followed after her that she wouldn’t know where she is now. She doesn’t even know where she is. Silent Hill couldn’t help her. They were far away from it’s borders, and that was all her fault. Why did she leave?How could she let this happen? Not that it really mattered. After all, this is what she longed for, wasn’t it? If they could get the cure out of her, it would be worth it, wouldn’t it? So why did she cling so desperately to the life she had, knowing that her death would be worth so much more to those around her? Was it regret? Was it just a part of being human?
Ellie didn’t have much time to ponder on this as the doors burst open. She vaguely heard it, assuming it to be an angry worker. It wasn’t until gentle hands lifted her into the sitting position and a familiar voice comforting her. No. It couldn’t be. Drowsy eyes look at the females face as she wrapped up what wounds she could. How was she here? Blurry vision could see Hilton’s shadow in the distance as blood sprayed along the walls.
“Am I dead? For real this time?” Her voice is small, as her head leans into Silvia’s shoulder. Tears running down wide eyes as she tries not to sob. God knows how much that would hurt if she did. “I’m so glad you’re here. I wanna go home.”
