#Angels' Thanatos|Silent Hill au

[brooklynislandgirl]

@thrall-of-the-hill​

Beth had thought when she’d first moved to Maine that a change of scenery would do her good. She couldn’t stand the idea of going home, not when the last half of her life had been spent on the mainland, but she couldn’t stay in Brooklyn, either. Too much of the apartment held memories. The ghost of her brother was everywhere and if she had any hope of recovering from his death, she needed something new. Haven was the town she’d chosen. Partly because of the name. Partly because it was a seaside place. Partly because they could use the skills of a nurse-practitioner. She’d settled in just fine. Bought a little office just off the thoroughfare, and then a modest house on a cliff overlooking the ocean. She hadn’t yet made many friends but she did have patients. She keeps to herself knowing that malakini were not always welcome and it takes time to stop being the ‘new guy’. She continued to show up at her office, even hiring a receptionist-front office girl. And maybe she should have suspected something when she’d gotten the mysterious phone call. A voice she didn’t recognise nor pick out many details about, though she is sure it was a man. The message requested her aid because the town didn’t have their own doctor and this late in the year sometimes the roads could be problematic. She should have known better. She shouldn’t be here. Walking down the road in the dark and the cold, with her rental car stalled two miles back on County Road 73.  But she is. A Duffle bag with some of her clothing and other things inside over one shoulder, her old-fashioned doctor’s case in one hand, and a flashlight that seemed to have funny ideas about ‘strong and steady’ light in the other. At least she’d dressed warmly in uncharacteristic jeans, sensible hiking boots, layers of t-shirt, turtleneck, and fleece lined jacket with a hood. She hates the dark, has a bone-deep fear of it, and now, after an hour, she has to admit, she has no idea if she’s even in Silent Hill, or just hopelessly lost on a wooded back road. Frustrated, she drops down into a crouch. Balances on the balls of her toes and closes her eyes. Her voice is far louder than it normally is.  “C’mon already!” she shouts to exactly no one. “Can ya gimmie a sign I’m supposed to be here?!”