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Shokkou
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David's father was a sickening man when the mask fully dropped and he revealed who he truly was. When he revealed who David had always known him to be. It made him sick, but with that sickness came something else. Confidence. Satisfaction. Confirmation that Gregory was exactly who David perceived him to be. I didn't kill her. David told himself again and again as he dressed quickly. I didn't. Mom. Why did you stay with that monster? We could have been happy without him. I could have protected you like he never did. Like he failed to do.
He pulled his tie tight and checked everything over in the mirror once quickly before heading out the door. Gregory was stuck with David, afraid. He had to know how suspicious it'd look for him to lose his son at his wife's funeral, especially after all the calls David had made growing up to the police. Gregory had had to go downstairs in nothing but a bathrobe and squirm out of jail time many nights. Silent Hill wasn't their home, but it wouldn't take long for the local cops to connect the dots if something happened to David. They'd also be out in the public eye all day. That was a full day to run Gregory through the gauntlet of psychological warfare he deserved. Maybe he'd even slip up and let everyone see his true face.
Walking out into the lobby, he felt a flash of deja vu. These people. He'd seen them before... somewhere. The knot in his back returned with a vengeance and his arms started to tingle viciously for just a moment as the memories flitted on the edge of his consciousness like a dream. Just as quickly though it was gone and he shook his head. There by the windows stood Gregory. David walked over to him with a grin and waved. "Hey there killer. Ready to go?" His tone was jovial as if it was nothing more than a pet nickname, but their shared history made his meaning plain to the one person for whom it was meant.
He pulled his tie tight and checked everything over in the mirror once quickly before heading out the door. Gregory was stuck with David, afraid. He had to know how suspicious it'd look for him to lose his son at his wife's funeral, especially after all the calls David had made growing up to the police. Gregory had had to go downstairs in nothing but a bathrobe and squirm out of jail time many nights. Silent Hill wasn't their home, but it wouldn't take long for the local cops to connect the dots if something happened to David. They'd also be out in the public eye all day. That was a full day to run Gregory through the gauntlet of psychological warfare he deserved. Maybe he'd even slip up and let everyone see his true face.
Walking out into the lobby, he felt a flash of deja vu. These people. He'd seen them before... somewhere. The knot in his back returned with a vengeance and his arms started to tingle viciously for just a moment as the memories flitted on the edge of his consciousness like a dream. Just as quickly though it was gone and he shook his head. There by the windows stood Gregory. David walked over to him with a grin and waved. "Hey there killer. Ready to go?" His tone was jovial as if it was nothing more than a pet nickname, but their shared history made his meaning plain to the one person for whom it was meant.