you were created to be killed

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you were created to be killed

WHO: Anya, Lua, Junko, Dylan, and Blonsky
WHAT: Meta Hill
WHERE: Silent Hill, various locations
WHEN: Through; I'll specify times on various thread starters
WARNINGS: OH BOY. Typical monsters/horrors, mob violence, fire, probably lots of references to neglect/emotional abuse, and eventually Anya is getting buried alive.
Notes: I know some of this is going to be handwaved because people are focusing on other characters; I'm basically going to post out starters with the general shape of my outline and people can tag into the things they want? I'm also cool with assuming the party gets split at some point if people want to do that.

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The are scattered near the entrance of the Wiltse Coal Mine, abandoned and crumbling. It doesn't look hospitable in the slightest.

Perhaps unsurprisingly, Junko isn't too fazed by the sudden arrival, nor by who she sees when she looks around. Actually, she had been delighted to realize that her new pairing meant she and Anya were going to be stuck together for the immediate future. Anya is the closest thing she has to a sister on board, and she's been missing her, lately.

"Anya!" she cackles now, rushing over to the girl. "So! What fun new way will we come up with to hurt each other today?" she asks, slinging an arm playfully around her shoulder. "I don't see any windows around, but just try pushing me into that big empty hole! I'm super onto you!"

Anya doesn't want to do this now, definitely doesn't want to explain what that was about to Lua when they should be finding shelter. She hip-checks Junko, half harsh and half playful, leaning into the embrace and turning to murmur low in her ear.

"It wasn't personal, you know."

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Dylan's eyebrows go up at that exchange. He knows from her presence on the network that Junko's crazy as a bag of krats, but he knows little about Anya except that she's Lua's inmate. Keeping everyone safe is going to be a lot harder if two of them are nuts and actively trying to get each other hurt.

Lua is using even fewer words today than normal. From the announcement a couple hours before, she's known she and Anya were in for trouble when they arrived, and not even seeing who'd come with them can help her much with this, not unless Junko starts getting violent again. She's got a good idea of what Junko's talking about, but it isn't until much later that she really pieces together its meaning, and for now she brushes it off as her trying to start trouble nobody has time to finish.

She shoots the men a quick look like I've got this one and another, disapproving one at Anya to remind her not to encourage her, trying to get everyone's mind back on what matters more than private grudges. "You girls wanna make sure you got everything?"

Junko grins and winks at Anya, tightening her arm around her shoulders. "I know it personally made me feel super, super despair!" she stage-whispers back, then looks up at her new warden and lets Anya go, hands on her hips.

"Ehhhh? Got what? Like this pack is gonna do any good when we're all eaten up by fucking monsters! But then--" She glances around, eyeing them all carefully up and down, and her grin widens predatorially. "You've all got big fat guns, don't you?"

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It's eerie, empty and gloomy. They hear rustling even when there isn't any wind. They're in sight of the town proper, buildings dilapidated but more or less intact, when they see it: a child's bicycle, horribly twisted, as though it had been painted by Dali, as though it were half-melted and contorted by giant hands. As though it had been hexed. Anya stops to stare at it, stock-still, transfixed.

"...Wanda's here."

The town has turned out to be right up Junko's alley. It may remind Anya of something, but it reminds her more or less of home, of the remains of Monoworld. Of the ruin she and Mukuro had made of the Earth. She sighs wistfully, looking around at the buildings until Anya speaks up. For now, her personality seems to have settled; she's been on this one for a while. "Wanda? Is that a kind of fish?"

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Anya isn't recent enough to catch the reference, and although it's weird, it's not particularly venomous for Junko, so she just shakes her head, her expression shuttered.

"My sister is here. The re - mine." Not the real one, Wanda Maximoff was real. But Anya's Wanda, nonetheless.

"The one you totally Mukuro'd?" Junko titters, clasping her hands behind her back. "Is she planning on getting you back? Should I try to stop her?"

"Yeah. That one."

She grits her teeth for a moment - yes, that one, anger and guilt knotted together under her sternum, and she hates even the thought of Junko touching her. But she forces herself to calm down, glances dubiously at the twisted wreck of the bike.

"What, you want her to hex your face? Because it's a lot messier, with organic stuff." Anya remembers a rat that gave Wanda a scare when was small, the first time her powers manifested, and almost gags.

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They scuttle out of the shadows, burst snarling and yipping from unexplored cabinets. They look a little like dogs, small and pointy and petty, with eyes like coals, lopsided skeletons, and sharp teeth.

Despite Anya's insistence on searching for Wanda, she agreed that the probably needed to hole up somewhere defensible for the night. Someone is on watch, but the screech of static that heralds the villagers probably wakes most of them up, just in time to hear the thunk of a hatchet through door. They're torn, lurching creatures, surrounding the building and crawling through the windows, with crowbars and pitchfork tines already protruding from their bodies at odd angles, punctuated by rusty sluices of dried blood.

Lua's still half-awake at that first knock, and it awakens her the rest of the way with a squeak and quick, dragged-in breaths as she reaches for her gun and whoever's next to her. "Can we get out?" she asks, but a look at the only door and the windows behind her tell her the answer. "We gotta."

"Oh god."

It's whispered, and she sounds halfway to throwing up, and it's not even because of the grotesque way the things are moving toward them. It's that she recognizes them, rough soviet workclothes and striped Ukrainian handkerchiefs tied here and there, recognizes them right down to the way her father skewered them with their own instruments. But this time, it hasn't stopped them.

"They'll have the building surrounded," she murmurs as she rolls into a kneeling position, louder over the crashing noises, aims over her knee. She doesn't need to check; she knows in her bones it will be the same.

"All right." She takes in her surroundings, gets an idea of how strong the door behind them is and how high up the windows. What she sees scares her even more, but she can't let anybody die tonight, and maybe five of them can do this. "Before they get here. We're gonna make it."

She takes aim, pausing and exhaling to remind herself that these aren't human, it doesn't matter, and fires at one of the high windows at what used to be a man, two shots to the head in case the first doesn't go where it should. She's never been so glad Amanda wanted her to know how to kill things.

"Nice shot," Dylan says as the zombie goes down. He fires off a few shots of his own towards another of the lurching figures.

"Does this place have indoor roof access? We've got to get to someplace we can better defend. Where we can pick them off but they can easily get at us."

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[Night 1, Dark SH] (Just realized I wrote "can" up there instead of "can't." Pbbbt typos.)

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[Night 1, Dark SH] i can read between lines

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[Night 1, Dark SH] for which I am most grateful!

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[Night 1, Dark SH]

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[It's quiet now, dark and shaky with the aftermath of adrenaline, the last of the dead villagers repulsed. They need to check everyone for injuries, take stock of their ammunition, find a safer place to fortify - but they don't get the chance. With a gasp and a crash, an unseen force drags Anya halfway across the attic. Part of the wall rips away, steel girders and copper wire glinting. Above and away, something hovers, all red and purple and glinting spikes. Anya screams, fights to drag off the metal-laced body armor Barbara provided for her, but she only has one arm free, sleeve dangling swiftly, before he has her.]

"Hey!" Junko was actually napping, but she wakes instantly at Anya's scream, jumping to her feet. For once, she finds herself bewildered as Anya just about vanishes from in front of her eyes. Of course, she can't go after her, can't try to save her... that would be antithetical to the entire despair motif! But the idea of someone else just going and taking Anya like that fills her with fury, too.

She goes to the edge, where the wall is now caved in, looking out.

As quick as Lua sees what's happened, she knows there's nothing she can do to stop it. Whatever force is dragging Anya off has her thrown to the floor, and it isn't until the creature's in the distance that she can crawl to her feet and stare through the hole at the path she-doesn't-know-what takes through the sky.

"We gotta go after her." It's the only right answer.

[A few hours after he took her, the radios buzz with static, and then Anya's voice comes through, faint and shaken but ungarbled.]

I'm...I'm alive, for now. Oh god. Can anyone hear me?

[A high-pitched gasp, and then Lua can finally speak, urgent but relieved.]

Where are you? Did it hurt you?

Lua, is that, oh god, please be real. I don't know, I don't - he said I was dead, he kept raving, he. You can't be this scared when you're dead, I think you can't, but he, I'm in a coffin, Lua.

[She inhales with a long shudder, coming back down with a lower, smoother tone.] You're alive. You're gonna stay alive. I got you on this, we can find where you are.

I can't see anything. I can't, it smells like death, it - I'm the only thing here.

[Day 1, light SH] Arrival