So this is my first Fanfiction. Ever. I've been mulling the idea of publishing one around, but never quite got around to it. This could possibly become a story, if you would like more. I would love to expand on the character and her and Arthur's relationship.
The melody that she was humming: Promise (reprise) by Akira Yamoka from the Silent Hill Soundtrack
Where the hell is she? She couldn't have gone far.
He wanders through the streets, crossing over randomly placed bridges. This world isn't anything like any world he has been in before. Trees with glowing leaves support cottages on their branches and the sound of a river bubbles around him. There are no roads, just small dirt paths that snake between the house/trees (he's not sure what to call them, they are so peculiar). The sun turns the woods a misty gold.
Is this really the inside of her mind? He never would have guessed it, she tends to be so closed in, closed off from them. Not in the way that he is closed off, displaying few emotions, remaining stoic in every situation. No, she is closed off in the sense that even though they know almost everything about her, even though her entire life may be common knowledge by now, she won't acknowledge it. It's almost as if she wants to hold onto that tiny bit of privacy left, and this ethereal, mysterious, fairytale world is all she has left.
He hears her before he sees her. He know the melody, the one she hums when she works and she thinks no one is listening, but it is impossible not to. It is haunting and sweet and it is drifting through the trees, carried by a warm summer breeze that smells like…freshly cut grass, peppermint, lavender, vanilla and the ground after it rains. Typical, her favorite scents all rolled into one. He follows the sound of her hum until he finally see her. Her hair hangs down her back, the light shining through it making it look like flames, and there are flowers intertwined through it to make some sort of crown. She is wearing a white dress and her feet are dipped in the river. But she is not alone. Two small children are with her, one at her side and one with its head lying in her lap. Both have her characteristic golden-red hair and shockingly pale skin. She is humming to them. He tries to be silent and stealthy, but it does not seem to work.
"You can come out, Arthur", she chides gently.
Damn. He walks over to her and crouches beside her. The children don't tear their eyes away from her face.
"Margo, how did you know I was here?"
"It's my dream, stupid. You are just a figment of my imagination. Plus, you walk like a baby elephant. Don't crush the flowers, please."
He sits beside her, looking out at the world she has created. Behind the trees he sees the faint shadows of a city skyline.
"Where are we?" he asks.
"My imagination, I guess. I really don't know why you would turn up in my dream. I mean, it's not the first time, but like I said, you're just a figment of my imagination so you probably already know that."
He grimaces. She looks so peaceful here. He hates to admit it, but he doesn't want to tear her away. She's stroking the children's heads.
"Yeah, Marg, about that….don't get angry but-"
He's cut off when the water of the creek rises from the ground and into the air, forming balls of water. The grass begins to rip up in patches. The leaves begin to fall off the trees and shingles are torn from the houses. The children are gone.
"Arthur….." she says furiously, but before she can say any more, the earth opens wide and they are both falling, falling, falling…..
His eyes snap open just before hers do. Her eyes are filled with mutiny. She rips the PASIV needle out of her arms. Her voice, lightly hinted with an Irish accent, is murderous.
"You….asshole."
He puts on his Point Man veneer quickly.
"I had to check up on you. It's a procedure that I do for everyone. Don't be childish." he says in his typical calm voice, not letting her crack his mask.
"You snuck into my dream! You weren't supposed to see that. That's MY world." Her voice isn't raised. It never is. She gives him one more scathing look and pads gracefully back to her desk, sliding lithely into her desk chair and yanking that golden-red hair up off her neck. They both get back to work, and true to form, after a few minutes of silence, that melodic hum starts back up again, lolling her into her own little world.
So let me know opinions. I would absolutely love to elaborate on this plotline if you would like that as well!
