Pairing: Murphy Pendleton/Alex Shepherd
Rating: PG-13 for now, rating will most likely go up later
Summary: AU, After leaving Shepherd's Glen, Alex runs into Murphy. The men form a tenuous alliance, two is better than one, right?
Notes: No spoilers for Downpour as of yet. Since this is an AU it's going to jackknife off into the realm of "Pepper what were you thinking when you wrote this shit". Romance is happening, I swear. Writing smut is like easing into a tub of scalding water for me, so bear with it ya'll.
His legs were tired from walking, and he was sick to death of the fog. It clung to his clothes and skin as he trudged through it, freezing him to the core. But he was alive, or at least, what passed for alive here. It must have been something like six hours now he'd been walking, without any sign of human life. Alex leaned against a boulder at the road's edge, catching his breath. During his walk, he had time to try to come to terms with everything he'd learned. It was... Easier than he expected. The nightmares would come, he knew that much-- and hell, maybe they would drive him mad. But for now, while he still had the strength, he would keep walking.
Up ahead, shrouded in mist, he could just make out the faint outline of a building. 'The Devil's Pit' was painted in red, flaking letters along the outside. There didn't appear to be anyone around, only loose papers and garbage that was occasionally stirred up by the wind. On the walls, the maps were yellowed and torn, along with advertisements for events long since passed. Alex approached cautiously, running a hand along the paper as he neared the entrance.
"Hello?" His voice cracked, it was rough and scratchy from screaming... He blinked several times, trying to push the memories back.
When no answer came, he pushed the door inwards with a creak. Somewhere below him, a board creaked, and the hair on the back of his neck stood up. Alex's body tensed, ready for a fight. His muscles were tired and sore, but he knew that the fight hadn't yet gone out of him. Quieter now, he inched along the wall, looking through the cracks in the floorboards. Something moved, a blur of colors below him. It didn't appear to be the same jerky, pained movements that the monsters had. Maybe it was a person? Someone that didn't want to kill him, someone that wasn't insane-- maybe...
"Hello?" He called again.
To his surprise, a gruff voice sounded out from below him. "What?!" It yelled.
"I uh..." Alex's hands shook as he moved to the staircase and began his descent, coming face to face with a tall brown haired man. He had a strong jaw, and cold eyes-- the young man recognized them instantly as the eyes of a soldier. He had to step back to avoid running headlong into the man's broad chest, using an arm to steady himself against the wooden railing. "I can't believe there's someone else out here... I mean--" Breath, he reminded himself. "Do you know where we are?"
The man appeared to be unphased by how shaken up Alex was, had he seen the monsters too? "We're just outside of Silent Hill, from what I hear."
"I'm looking to get out of town... Do you know a way?" In his panic to leave Shepherd's Glen, Alex had lost his map. Disoriented in the fog, he'd quickly lost his way. "I... Honestly don't even know how I got here."
When the stranger spoke again, Alex noticed the small hairline scratches across his face, the blood on his clothes. Apparently, he wasn't out of the woods just yet, so to speak. "I know about as much as you do. I'd like to get the hell out of this shithole."
"I'm Alex, by the way." Alex extended his hand, and after a few moments let it fall back to his side. The man's cold gaze told him he wasn't one for silly formalities.
"Murphy." He groused, shoving his hands in his pockets.
"Alright, Murphy, we're both looking for the same thing. It might be better if we stuck together... Something isn't right with this place."
Murphy's eyes widened ever so slightly, Alex caught the subtle twitch and wondered what the man had gone through. "You've seen them too, then?"
Alex nodded, relieved in a strange sort of way. "Yeah. Crazy monsters, cultists-- you name it and I've probably gotten into a fight with it."
This coaxed a small smile from Murphy, something Alex was grateful for. An emotion that wasn't hatred or intense sadness was more than welcome. He took a moment to look the man over, he looked... Normal enough. The strong silent type, maybe.
"Right. You can tag along, wouldn't hurt to have another capable human being around here."
"Were you planning on riding that thing?" Alex jerked a thumb at the rail car.
"You got any better ideas? I could pull my magic carpet out of my ass and we could get across that way."
The young man sighed, this was going to be a long trip.
At least he wouldn't be making it alone.