[stupid Silent Hill.]

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There's a loud bang, and suddenly, in Mihael, Meile, Near, Light, and whoever else stays there's room, is Meile.

He doesn't look like he normally does, though. For one, he's covered in blood. His shirt has a giant gaping hole in the front and back, as though something had gone right through the middle of his stomach, but he isn't injured. His hair

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Meile flinches away at the voice near him, until he looks to see who it is. And once he realizes it's Mihael, he almost tackles the poor kid, hugging him tightly, shaking violently.

Mihael-- Mihael... Mihael.

He can't say anything else right then, eyes wide open, because if he closes them, he sees those little grey children, what they were doing to him, what had happened as he'd died--

Meile makes a choked sound at that thought.

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I-I... I left ya.
.......

He can't help it; a small sob escapes his lips.

Mihael, I left ya--!

Meile clings to him, breathing erratic and irregular as he tries not to think about being stabbed and played with like some sort of sick, dead lifesize toy.

Left ya.

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::about an hour or two later::

Screeeeeeeeech, screeeeeeeech...

There's that noise again. Metal on concrete floor, being dragged down the hallway. It sounds close, and he's breathing hard from running, running so fast. Malicious giggles come from the walls, which he's very carefully staying away from, and the metal sound is right behind him, so he can't stop running, even though his breathing hurts and catches in his throat. He can't stop, because it's right there, right there---

--Meile is still asleep, of course, but he's moving, his breathing speeding up.

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Meile mumbles incoherently, tossing a little, his breathing sharp now--

--And there it is, right there, and it's dragging it's knife and it's covered in blood, drenched in it. The grating sound is louder than ever, and it's quicker, just like it's footsteps. It's found it's prey, and it's closing in--

--Meile's began to thrash, making frantic noises--

--There's those grey children again, and they grab him, cackling, shoving him to the floor and stabbing him into place, knives slipping easily through his wrists and into the floor below, through his feet as well, nailing him to the ground. He can see it looming over him, and it raises the knife above it's head, and Meile screams--

He screams himself awake, throwing his arms over his head, sobbing. He reaches out and grabs Mihael's hand, clinging tightly.

Ohgodohgodohgodnota-fuckin'-gain--!