↳Favorite Female Video Game Characters [in no order]
 Anne Cunningham, Silent Hill: Downpour

Scum, trash, the dirt in my boots, the man who bathed my soul in the pits of hell, the very case of the worst humanity could offer.

Always with a smile that caused revulsion in my stomach, and yet I only understood the reason when I finally caught Pendleton, after chasing the wrong person, the innocent, and finding he was just another victim, just like myself.

He will always be the taint in my soul, the reason I cannot escape this damn hell, the one who reaped my happiness, my naivety, my own essence and beliefs, the one who brought death not just to the best man I ever knew but to me as well. I could never forgive him, could never forget,  and yet he was also the one who taught me the new concept of Justice.

Blood could only be repaid in blood, it’s my new and shiny Justice, my new and own belief.

It shouldn’t be just a vague concept inside men’s heart, but a true guide, a compass to their actions. 

Of course, I’m not a naive child anymore to believe that humanity is full of good and brave men and not a bunch of wolves trying to eat each other, but I was taught better, I was taught to believe in Justice, to fight for it with all my soul.

My father was the very symbol of Justice, almost a paladin, always telling me how the one thing a person should do was the right, teaching me wrong from right, how the only way to treat other human being was with Justice and Compassion (ha, another concept lost in the small mind of humans) but then… he was gone in the worst way.

And I forgot about Justice to meet Vengeance instead.

fathervincent:

Vincent cracked a crooked grin. “Oh my dear child, I have seen this countless times. I have lived here my whole life, I have preached here for almost as long- I am ever the prodigal son of Silent Hill. What you have seen is barely the tip of the iceberg.” He laughed again. “Once you know why you’re here, maybe then you will be able to leave- if you can only face it and be at peace with it. We all came to terms with our pasts long ago, you only need to do this and the nightmare will fade.”

“Fade?”

She laughed, then. All tension buried deep inside her finding release through a loud laugh. 

“You don’t understand. I did it. I did everything. I’ve learnt the true, I forgave, I even gave a hug! I did everything and I was out.” - another laugh escaped her trembling body -” I was out but I fell again and I’m here again. Fade, you say, but it’s just getting worse as a vicious circle. Don’t try to preach to me, I don’t believe it.”

prisoner-rs273a:

Despite the initial frustration, Murphy almost laughed at the woman’s reaction. They barely met — only knew too much about each other —, and yet that blunt disbelief definitely sounded like her. Officer Cunningham was likely to be around her thirties, but still acted like a goddamn stubborn girl.

He found himself at a loss of words when she mentioned her father, though.

“Wait!” His face twisted in shock as he took a couple of steps towards her, almost stumbling on his feet. “You met him? It was actually him, and not that—” That monster, that was the word he wouldn’t dare say. He had no right to say it.

She watched his familiar face wrapped in shock and a hint of dispair, as if he could be more disturbed by Frank Coleridge than her. Her, who watched he decay day after day, who watched the pale shadow of the best man God put in the world. Her, who buried him in a sunny day, so focused in her vegeance to cry in front of everyone. His daughter, who met his solid ghost in that town trying to save her.

“It was him. All grey hair and kind eyes, all limbs in the right place. So so kind it pains me!” - she buried her face into her hands, her legs giving out while her backs slipped by the wall to the floor - “Him, Pendleton, him! Alive! I’m crazy, I can only be crazy cause I buried my father! And yet… I’ve seen him today, the same man as I remebered, you know? I pointed a gun to his nose and all he did was save me when this world became a hellish nightmare, when I was gonna fall. It was my father, all warm and walking and I must be crazy, I must have died. You’re all ghosts, just like him and just like myself.”

She was loosing it.

(Source: seekingmockingbirds)

avianna:

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silent—soldier:

seekingmockingbirds:

It couldn’t be another freaky prisoner, that shadow lacked of their vicious moves, their strange speed, it should be another lost soul - she have seen many since she fell on that town. The foggy made it difficult to see anything, even the path she walked and then, in the next second, Anne had a pistol pointed to her face. In an automatic reaction, she lifted her own colt, holding her breath.

“Agent Cunningham.” - she answered with an angry voice, that tone which was quickly becoming the only one she used these days - “And who are you?”

So she had a gun too. Alex looked at her clothing and noticed a badge. An officer… Alex put his gun down and relaxed a bit, despite still having a gun pointed in his face. “Alex Shepherd. I’m here looking for my brother. He’s missing…” His tone got a bit somber. “and I think he’s in trouble. You haven’t seen anymore named Joshua around, have you?”

“I…” - she lowered her arm, looking for the first time at the man and not to a gun pointed to her nose - “I’m sorry but I haven’t seen a boy around her. You’re really sure he is lost here?” - in that town of all places, a boy lost from his family? Poor soul - “I mean, this place is no good for a kid to run around without anyone with him. If he really went missing here, it would be better to find him quickly.”

She was an officer, she wasn’t a cop but she couldn’t stand aside when a little boy was lost on that damned place. She was taught better by her father to let a boy cry all by himself with monster running after him. Hell, she missed him so much, he would know what to do, he always did. Where was him? Where was that ghost? She also had lost someone in Silent Hill.

She blamed the rain.

“Your brother, Joshua, how he looks? And how long ago you noticed he was missing?”

little-miss-porcelain:

seekingmockingbirds:

little-miss-porcelain:

This was the first time in a while that Scarlet had seen a grown-up lady. She looked scary. She hugged her doll tight, hoping she wouldn’t steal it from her. She had a pouty look on her face as she looked up at the woman as if standing her ground.

She was so small, curled up against her own, hugging something who seemed to be a kind of toy, maybe a doll, Anne almost didn’t saw the little girl. Then, the child was standing before her in a suddenly wary position. Another little girl on that town, but this didn’t had green eyes and freckles like salt pepper upon her face. No, this one had a silky black hair and brown eyes and she also had a doll for a friend and not  a— no, Anne didn’t wanted to remember what she saw in that city.

“Hey, hello there.” - she said with the most sweet and mild voice she could make- “It’s everything alright? Where’s your mother?”

Scarlet frowned with the old lady mentioned the word “mother”. She had a few memories of herself and her mother but they were beginning to become blurs. Was she forgetting her mother? She hoped not. In response, Scarlet just shrugged and looked away with the frown still on her face.

It was oficial, Anne hadn’t the slightest idea how to deal with children and the way the little girl looked away with a big frown on her face was the perfect picture of her inability. Anyway, she could never let a child be all alone with just a porcelain doll as a guardian, neither on a normal place much less on that town.

“Huh… my name is Anne and yours?” - she tried, crouching until she was the size of the girl - “And that it’s a beautiful doll you had there, but you want to know a secret? I never liked doll myself, always prefered teddy bears, you know?” - it wasn’t going to well, shit, she should have learned with her father, he could sweet talk everyone, child, animals and old ladies across the street - “Do you want to come with me? I promise both of you will be safe.”

fathervincent:

seekingmockingbirds:

Father Vincent. Silent Hill was really a twisted place if that man was a priest, he looked like a simple bookstore owner who spent too much time with his books, not a spiritual leader. But after everything, she wasn’t anybody to say Father Vincent was lying and she was so so tired of everything that it really didn’t matter. Monk, friar, bishop, archbishop or pope, it didn’t really matter if he was a real sane man - even if a mocking bastard trying to be funny.

“Correction officer Cunningham, Father.” - she sighed, thinking that treating the man like one of her convicts wasn’t a good idea - “Are you also lost or trapped here or… urgh, forget it.” - a migraine, she was already feeling the pain on her left eye. Great. - “You don’t seem to be panicking like the others I’ve met.”

Just by the way she looked at him, Vincent could tell she was judging him. That only served to amuse him and make his smirk grow into an almost Cheshire grin. “Everyone who comes here is lost, and they become prisoners of their own design. I was born here, I have no reason to show fear to this town, it knows me.” Cryptic words perhaps, but they made sense to him.

“The locals are friendly, but the town bites, Officer Cunningham. Though I suppose you’ve already learned that.” He laughed.

“Just tell something I didn’t know, Father.” - she breathed out, shrugging and thinking that out of all the strange people she met in that town, from the postmaster to the radio DJ, the only one who seemed to want to talk to her had to be that smug priest? Fucking shit shitty place. 

Well, it could be worse. It could be Sewell again… it could be her father - and that would probably had killed her. And yet everytime he spoke, every line about that city and its inhabitants, all of them, it was so odd, lighting red lamps of warning in her mind. That man wasn’t just a bookstore owner or a careless priest. He was something else - and he was laughing. Wrong, it sounded so wrong, completely out of place.

“The… town, it talked to me. It told me and showed me things and made me believe in some completely wrong facts. So excuse me if I don’t share your reassurance about our surroundings.” - she rubbed her forehead with one hand, feeling the slow building of a migraine deep in her eye - “I know what you mean, I probably even know why I’m here, but I can’t stop thinking all this is a crazy bullshit and you’re talking so casually as… as you’ve already seen this many times, just like the postman.”

And if by friendly he meant that the locals loved to shove cards written by ghosts down someone throat and laugh about monsters ripping the outsiders bodies, she preferred to deal with the monsters. At least they could only damage her physically.