Hunter Chapter 23: Silent Night

This is a Skyrim/Alan Wake 2 fic. All rights belong to the copyright holders.

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ALEX CASEY

I had somehow gotten back to my apartment after the theater and dealing with the Cult of the Word. I didn’t know what was harder to deal with: what had happened in the theater or the cult member who could have told me everything if he hadn’t jumped to his death.

I turned on my shower and waited for the water to warm up enough. I needed my skin to feel like it was about to fall right off.

Where had Jash gone? The blood on him had started to thicken right before he had been pulled away. He had said that he would meet me again but what if something went wrong? What if he had died? What if he was being tortured?

Why the **** couldn’t I get him out of my head? If anything, I should have been terrified over a strange creature covered in blood and not worried about his safety.

I took off my clothes and thought about burning them. Every time I wore them I would think about tonight. I stepped in the shower and just allowed the scalding water to tenderize my skin. It hurt but it was the only thing that could calm me now.

Jash’s left hand had been missing half a finger. He had been wearing a ring on his thumb because half of his ring finger had been missing.

“****!” I shouted as it all started to make sense about why my attention had been drawn to his finger.

Alan Wake had written a small character in his novels called Half-Finger. The character was named that because he had lost half of his finger. In the novels there had never been any reason given for how it happened. The character had only been mentioned a handful of times but never made an actual appearance.

Had Alan never shown Jash because it wouldn’t fit in with his shitty books? Or had he been unaware about Jash? If he had known about Jash then he was much more dangerous than I had thought. Jash wasn’t from here so how could the damn writer know about him?

When I thought about how it felt when Jash touched me, my pulse started to race. A man like him shouldn’t be interested in me. Hell, no one who bent reality should put in that much effort for me.

I wasn’t worth it and would only disappoint him in the end.

But he had broken every known law of science to get to me. If he was willing to give me a chance why should I deny him what he wanted? And if our marriage worked out it might mean that I wasn’t as broken as I felt.

Jash was a man. I had never been with a man. I started to laugh. If I could have such intense feelings for him maybe he was right. Maybe we would have a happy marriage that could last an eternity.