Fanfiction: Cloudcuckoolander (The Evil Within)
Title: "Cloudcuckoolander"
Status: Complete
Fandom: The Evil Within
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Leslie Withers
Disclaimer: Copyright @ Shinji Mikami and Tango Gameworks. No infringement intended.
Rating: T
Genre: Horror, AU
Warning: Implied Abuse/Rape
Summary: The rain would make him clean...
Cloudcuckoolander
Leslie tilted his head up, pupils blown wide with joy then abruptly shrinking to pinpricks as the sun burst through the dark clouds. He had to close his eyes against the light, but it was warm and soft on his face, did not make them water like the milky chemicals, the disinfectants, the sour breath of the men when they leaned too close.
He spread his arms, inhaled deeply, stretching as far as the straightjacket would allow. The first raindrops started to fall, brushing his scratched palms, hitting his nose. He opened his mouth, catching a dozen on his tongue.
The high stalks of sunflowers bent and swayed as the wind picked up, rustling in shades of yellow and lush green. A barn towered against the far horizon, looming, casting a shadow. Something squirmed inside it, a brilliant shade of meaty crimson, gift-wrapped to the quick in barbed wire.
Leslie, caught in the moment, did not notice, except for a prickling between his shoulder blades. The breeze ruffled his hair, white strands slowly but surely starting to stick together. Mud squelched underneath his bare soles as he shifted his weight.
The rain would wash him. Make him clean. Clean and normal and whole. Right in the head. No idiot, not stupid, not sick. No pain, pain, pain, pain, pain, pain.
People who were clean and normal and whole got to go home. Surprise, then laughter, then hugs. Welcome back, Leslie. The door falling shut with him standing on the right side, walking away, walking away...
"...walking away... go home ...go home ...home ...home... home..."
He nodded to himself, wringing his hands nervously, and started towards the barn. Another key hidden, another lock to be opened, Sebastian (protect, help, strong, the name an earthy brown, tasting like Lily's burned coloring book) to find and guide and follow.
Leslie smiled, his hair and gums and tongue stained red.
The End
Status: Complete
Fandom: The Evil Within
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Leslie Withers
Disclaimer: Copyright @ Shinji Mikami and Tango Gameworks. No infringement intended.
Rating: T
Genre: Horror, AU
Warning: Implied Abuse/Rape
Summary: The rain would make him clean...
Cloudcuckoolander
Leslie tilted his head up, pupils blown wide with joy then abruptly shrinking to pinpricks as the sun burst through the dark clouds. He had to close his eyes against the light, but it was warm and soft on his face, did not make them water like the milky chemicals, the disinfectants, the sour breath of the men when they leaned too close.
He spread his arms, inhaled deeply, stretching as far as the straightjacket would allow. The first raindrops started to fall, brushing his scratched palms, hitting his nose. He opened his mouth, catching a dozen on his tongue.
The high stalks of sunflowers bent and swayed as the wind picked up, rustling in shades of yellow and lush green. A barn towered against the far horizon, looming, casting a shadow. Something squirmed inside it, a brilliant shade of meaty crimson, gift-wrapped to the quick in barbed wire.
Leslie, caught in the moment, did not notice, except for a prickling between his shoulder blades. The breeze ruffled his hair, white strands slowly but surely starting to stick together. Mud squelched underneath his bare soles as he shifted his weight.
The rain would wash him. Make him clean. Clean and normal and whole. Right in the head. No idiot, not stupid, not sick. No pain, pain, pain, pain, pain, pain.
People who were clean and normal and whole got to go home. Surprise, then laughter, then hugs. Welcome back, Leslie. The door falling shut with him standing on the right side, walking away, walking away...
"...walking away... go home ...go home ...home ...home... home..."
He nodded to himself, wringing his hands nervously, and started towards the barn. Another key hidden, another lock to be opened, Sebastian (protect, help, strong, the name an earthy brown, tasting like Lily's burned coloring book) to find and guide and follow.
Leslie smiled, his hair and gums and tongue stained red.
The End