(Spoilers for Alan Wake II)
Saga Anderson dodged another swipe, the cell bar Scratch had ripped out cut through the air.
Internally she cursed her shortsightedness in the whole case. She had nearly handed him the Clicker and doomed the world, her daughter was most likely dead, Jakko was cooling on the floor of the prison cell, and Casey and so many dead from the Darkness taking over.
The area outside of the police station had turned sinister, the sky had darkened with the coming of the night and a sickly fog had fallen onto the area dimming the few light sources. She could barely see the streets outside of the area the FBC had enclosed to keep their equipment.
"Estevez, come in!" She called onto her radio. "Alan Wake was Scratch, how do I stop him?"
"Anderson? If Scratch is there then we're in a problem, the containment is not ready yet."
Sage cursed as she hid behind one of the metal containers to recover her breath, thankfully Scratch was taking his sweet time and just walking. It was terrifying to think it felt calm enough to take his time with her. She just hoped she could exploit it in her favor.
"C̵o̷m̸e̵ ̵o̵u̷t̴,̷ ̷A̶n̴d̶e̷r̸s̵o̸n̸" His voice sounded by her ear, sending a shiver down her spine and forcing her to move once more.
The metal twang of the cell bar hitting the metal container told her she had dodged a very dangerous attack. She turned and flared her light at the monster wearing the skin of a man. She unloaded two well-aimed head shots at the monster.
Unfortunately that only worked to slow it down as damage seemed to be only a temporary measure.
"Estevez, I need a plan, quick!" She called on the radio as she put distance between her and the monster.
"... the light array should be in position. There's three power generators around the area, start them up and I will turn the lights on." The FBC woman's clear voice came through the radio.
Saga looked around, it wasn't hard to follow the power lines from the tall, standing lamps towards the brightly-colored generators. She rushed towards the closest one, grabbing the starting cord's handle and pulled hard.
"G̴i̴v̸e̴ ̸m̴e̶ ̵t̸h̷e̷ ̶C̶l̷i̵c̷k̷e̵r̶"
The generator's motor revved up, but petered out a moment later.
"Come on." She muttered as she pulled again, the generator once more trying to start, but failing to do so.
The third time was the charm, but getting the generator running earned her a solid hit on the left arm from Scratch. She rolled with it, but she could feel the nasty bruise forming; it wouldn't be a surprise if the bone was at least partially broken.
"̷S̵a̷g̸a̴" The voice was like the scratching of a blackboard as one of the lights turned on.
The brightness helped, even when it mainly pointed out how thick the fog hanging was. It didn't appear to have much effect on the monster that smiled sadistically and continued his march towards her.
She winced and ran towards the furthest generators, it activated easily and fast enough she could once more keep her distance away from Scratch. But two lights weren't enough, not even slowing him down.
"T̶r̷i̶c̵k̷y̶ ̶t̷r̷i̸c̵k̸y̷." She winced as Scratch was suddenly by her side, forcing her to throw herself out of the way again.
"Fuck off!" She cursed and blasted her shotgun right on his stomach, causing the monster to double over for a moment.
But once more the damage was ignored as the darkness lingering in the air filled the damage and repaired it back to the blood-soaked pristine.
Saga was forced to look around, trying to find the last generator. But her run towards the second target had resulted in her losing sight of the last one. The search was even more difficult given the threat of Scratch steadily moving after her, step after step. It was like the inevitable coming of the night.
"Get out of my head!" She screamed and used one of the road flares she had found earlier. They didn't directly damage the Taken, but were very effective in slowing them down, even Scratch wasn't completely immune to them. The monster hissed and moved around one of the containers.
A moment of respite helped her recover her breath and a mouthful of painkiller, or two, to ease the pain of the earlier blow. She would most likely need a stomach pumping given how many drugs she had taken in the last few hours. She would be lucky if all she got was an ulcer at this rate.
"̵A̸n̸d̸e̶r̴s̷o̴n̸" Scratch's voice seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere, hiding their location.
She couldn't wait until all of this was done and she could take some leave from work to spend with Logan, maybe invite Casey over, her partner would certainly get some time off from the injuries he had suffered.
She couldn't see Scratch anywhere, but ahead of her was the last generator. Hopefully once it was running she would deal with the monster and regroup properly.
She rushed ahead, barely looking at anything but the power generator. She knelt and grabbed the handle. She pulled hard, the machine barely revved up before choking.
"Come on, come on." She pleaded as she pulled again, her hopes were quickly drowned as the machine failed to start once more.
She could feel Scratch approaching even when she couldn't see him. She pulled again and again. Thankfully it started on the fourth attempt.
"Yes-" Her words were cut as the swift sound of air being cut made her jump away.
She dodged the metal bar swing, but she nearly screamed out as Scratch's attack hit the power generator. The sound of breaking plastic and crunched metal was accompanied by the motor petering out as it broke.
"Goddamit!" She turned and ran from the monster, looking around for another power generator. "Estevez, Scratch broke one of the generators, please tell me there's spares."
"Shit! Yes, there are spares. But none have been unpacked yet, and I doubt you will get the chance to do so." The woman's voice came in frantically through the radio.
"Fuck." She cursed again as she looked around, there had to be something she could do to power the lights up.
"G̸e̷t̸t̴i̸n̴g̵ ̵t̴o̷ ̶t̷h̴e̷ ̴e̴n̶d̶ ̶i̵s̶ ̸n̴o̴t̸ ̶s̵o̸ ̶e̴a̸s̸y̷,̶ ̶S̴a̶g̶a̶" Scratch's voice echoed in the parking lot. "J̸u̶s̵t̷ ̴g̸i̷v̵e̵ ̵m̷e̸ ̸t̴h̶e̴ ̶C̷l̸i̵c̸k̵e̷r̴"
She ran away from him while looking around, hoping to find anything to use. Even an outlet may be enough to get over the edge. Think, Saga, think.
Unfortunately her running around led her to step into a dead end between containers, and as soon as she noticed this the deadly sound of footsteps made her turn around.
"N̴o̸ ̴e̶s̴c̴a̸p̶e̷,̵ ̶t̷h̵i̶s̷ ̸i̷s̵ ̸t̷h̶e̸ ̷e̵n̵d̴ ̷o̶f̶ ̸y̸o̷u̵r̴ ̸s̷t̸o̶r̷y̸,̶ ̷A̵n̵d̷e̸r̸s̴o̴n̶.̷"
"Screw you, Scratch." She shot back, glaring as she emptied her bullets on the monster, barely slowing his advance.
The clicking of the empty weapon made her wince, especially as the fact wasn't lost on Scratch who's smile turned even more malicious.
Her eyes darted around looking for something, anything, she could use. She wondered if Scratch had written the situation, had he controlled the environment to set her up? She could see through the Story, but nothing said she couldn't still make the intended mistakes.
It sure surprised her when someone dropped between them, and it seemed to surprise Scratch too.
"Excuse me for dropping in." His voice was nice and clear, and she nearly spoke out loud in reaction to the pun. "Sir, I think the lady wants nothing with you, it would be nice if you left."
The situation had swiftly taken a very strange turn, especially as she could tell the man was smiling, even if he was at the moment looking away from her.
"W̵h̴a̴-̸ ̷W̷h̷o̷ ̶a̸r̴e̴ ̷y̴o̸u̶?̷" Scratch sounded completely surprised by this, had he not written this in? "D̶o̷e̷s̷n̵'̴t̶ ̶m̶a̷t̷t̸e̶r̴,̵ ̵g̸e̷t̴ ̵o̵f̷f̶ ̸m̶y̴ ̷w̶a̵y̵.̴"
"I'm sorry sir, I just can't do that." The figure spoke and waved a hand lightly. "I've been asked to help, and you staying here's the opposite of this."
Scratch scoffed at his words and marched forward, intent on making his way to her and the Clicker.
"Don't complain later that I didn't warn you." There was still that sensation the man smiled as he spoke, though it had gained a very dangerous edge.
His words were accompanied by a sweep of his hand and a short lived flash of intense light. Saga closed her eyes before the flash and by the time she opened she saw the figure of Scratch flying away from the spot he had been standing, a trail of smokey darkness left behind. She blinked the glare off her vision, only catching sight of something glowing getting flung towards the monster before the man turned around.
He was young, she would guess barely out of his teenage years, but even then his hair was perfectly silver, or at least it appeared that way in the strange lighting of the area. He had the most striking pair of blue eyes, they appeared to be almost glowing as he gave her a very kind and warm smile. She had to admit she may have blushed.
"Mrs Anderson, right?" His voice still had lost that dangerous edge, she nodded to the question. "Great, I would have been very troubled if I arrived late after Ahti asked me to help. You just have no idea how bothersome it can get sometimes when you just get a name. But one usually just has to follow the loudest noises."
"What do you-?" Her words were covered by the sound of Scratch screaming in pain and anger along with something attacking him.
"Oh dear, that's loud." The young man chuckled and turned towards the entrance of the container alley. "Please, deal with him further away." He called out before turning back to her. "You appear to be injured, Mrs Anderson, would you like help?"
"Saga, Saga's good enough, and it's okay." She lied. "I already took something for the blow."
The man shook his head. "Saga, I can see you've been under extreme stress on top of multiple injuries and definitely severe abuse of narcotics, please." He didn't exactly ask as he extended his hand to her.
She reached for his hand nearly unconsciously as she knew he didn't mean any harm. The moment their hands touched it was as if her whole body had been soaked in a warm bath that washed all of her tiredness, aches and general discomfort away.
"What? How?" She quickly checked herself.
"I'm really good at my job" He kept on smiling. "Oh, so rude of me, I'm Milo, Milo Andes, and though like my father I've accumulated a number of titles, I think I will leave them out of this. You wouldn't believe the size of the introduction card I would need if I was actually using all of them" He turned. "Now, let's deal with this pest before we resume our talk and fix the poor people inside the building, right?"
She felt lost as the man, Milo, turned and disappeared from her vision. A moment he was there, the next he was not, and just after a large flash of light washed over the parking lot.
Once it dimmed everything looked a bit brighter, the fog that had been covering the area was gone. And so were the noises of fighting.
Saga rushed out to see the result of the fight. By then it appeared Scratch had disappeared and Milo was picking something off the ground, though the position of the two made it impossible to tell what it was exactly.
"Unfortunately it looks like he ran away, if I had to say he wasn't exactly here, or maybe it's more correct to say he was meant to be somewhere else after." He shrugged and walked over to her. "Nevermind, I'm sounding like my grandfather, is there anything else that needs attention?"
"...inside?" She offered.
"Ah, right! Then I'll follow you." He said and allowed her to guide him.
She still felt lost, too many thoughts filled her head. Was this another of Scratch's plans? He certainly looked surprised by the appearance of Milo. She entered the building through the still open door to the prison cells.
"Saga!" Ilmo glared at her. "I told you he was a monster, and look at what happened…" The man's tone was defeated. "Jakko…"
"Oh dear." Milo's words surprised as he was suddenly standing in front of the deceased twin's cell. "That's a terrible sight, but nothing I've not fixed before. A little death shouldn't stop someone from just enjoying life, unless you're French, then a little death's just another way to enjoy life."
Before anyone could even react he opened the cell door without any sign of it having been locked. He stepped inside and knelt down by the body.
"Who are you?!" Ilmo screamed. "Get away from my brother, you-!"
"It's okay, I just have to do this and this." He placed his hand on top of Jakko's head and the man suddenly breathed in, sitting up.
"Who? What?" He cried out in surprise.
"Whoa there, easy now, you just died. But that's okay, I brought you back." Milo spoke kindly, once more maintaining a gentle smile. "Milo, healer, saint, and all around good vibes dude.
None of the witnesses knew how to react to what they had just seen.
"I also fixed that liver problem, I would recommend drinking less alcohol from now on." Milo continued as if he hadn't done a miracle. He stood up as he continued talking. "I also recommend less red meat, more fish, lay off the bacon, that stuff will kill you. Really, people say it's violent video games that kill, but the true killer is breakfast bacon" He helped the stumped man stand up. "Now, who's next?"
"Jakko? Jakko, is that really you?" Ilmo prompted as he pushed against the cell bars.
"What did you do?" Saga managed to ask.
"Nothing much, really. For all the blunt trauma the body had, the damage was quite small, really, he had done much worse by drinking so much coffee." Milo explained. "So I fixed it up, kickstarted the body and coaxed his soul back into place. Most people don't want to die, so it's natural they will get back up when offered the chance."
Nothing much he says. A miracle in front of her eyes and the source of it calls it nothing much.
In the time she pondered on those words Milo had moved to the other twin's cell, once more opening it as if it hadn't been locked until a moment prior. And she was sure of this, Ilmo had tried to force it open already.
"Bullet wound, stress, too much coffee and alcohol." Milo explained as he placed his hand onto the stunned man's shoulder. "Just like your brother, I recommend less red meats, more fruits and vegetables and try to up your exercise, even if it's just twenty minutes of a light jog, more sunlight would do you good, even if it's working by a window."
It didn't seem the man was listening, because the moment Milo let go of his shoulder he rushed towards his brother. Saga couldn't blame him, she wouldn't have been thinking straight if it was her daughter Logan.
She had dozens of questions for the twins, but right now Milo was walking away from the prison cells, most likely looking for more victims if she had to guess.
"Wait." She rushed after him. "What did you mean by Ahti sent you?"
Milo turned. "Yeah." He answered. "He's a sort of old acquaintance of my father, hard to say. You met him, right? Old dude, comes to the town for vacation. I heard he got a good assistant at his job so she's taking care of the place while he rests."
"Old Finnish man, likes to sing and dress like a janitor, right? What about him?" She asked.
He chuckled. "Man, ha! I mean, he looks the way, but…" He pushed open a door and walked directly to where Estevez had holed herself up. "You know what, don't worry about it, if he wanted you to know more he would have let you know. Let's just say he's a janitor that tends to deal with large messes. I was passing by and he asked me to help, I didn't have many reasons to ignore the favor. Overall he tends to do good for humans."
"Passing by? If you were here for Deer Fest why would you cross paths with him? Or maybe it was in Watery?"
"He looked me out, and no, I know nothing of a Deer Fest, outside of the signs around." He answered. "Nice thing, though I prefer deer in the wild, most wild animals like to have me around." He sighed. "You've no idea how much my siblings called me Disney princess, I think they were just jealous because most animals just don't like them. I think it's mainly my brother, but my sister only gets along with sea creatures."
Saga wanted to ask him to shut up for a moment, he seemed to have little to no filter, or to ask him to explain things better. She pulled herself into her Mental Palace, she needed a moment to understand.
She was standing in her personal place, looking around, nothing seemed out of place besides a new picture on her desk. She stepped up to it, Wake/Scratch's profile felt like it had more to give, but she wanted to look into the young man first.
Who are you? She prompted the profile and dove into it.
She sucked in hard through her teeth as the area shifted. The wooden walls peeled off, giving way to an idyllic green play with a few water lakes. As if an oppressive sensation disappeared or a weight was lifted off her shoulders, Saga breathed in; it surprised her how fresh the air smelled. Smelled.
"What happened?" She asked as she looked around.
"You poked my mind." Milo was suddenly there answering.
"This never happened before." She said, "I could connect to Thor and Odin, but they are family and have a similar ability to me."
"Interesting, a type of psychic ability, most likely coming from a bloodline." Milo pondered. "You're lucky you didn't push further, this is the first layer and basically where I meet people who poke me, it's safe and used for social interactions with other mind readers or similarly capable people, it also helps that time passes much faster here."
"How?"
"Oh well, when you grow up in the next thing to a hive mind you sort-of develop certain practices to keep a safe mental space. I've seen and learned things that most people would just break from knowing, so I've to do a certain level of self-control and safety, you just have no idea what kind of memetic dangers and psychological hazards lay inside my mind. Just this time I met this curious psychic that didn't take the warnings into consideration, let's say things went Scanners, have you seen the movie? Well, just like that scene, thankfully I could fix the mess afterwards. But you never forget the first time you see someone's head pop like a balloon filled with paint."
She winced as the barrage of words felt like a hammering against her brain.
"Okay, please, slow down." She pleaded. "Can I ask who are you exactly? Or better yet, what are you?"
"As my brother says, we're one of a kind. I will keep the details short, I'm someone here to help." He kept on smiling and thankfully kept it short.
"What did you do with Scratch?"
"Scratch? Oh, that guy…" He rubbed his chin. "It has to do with an elemental thing, have you ever played a game where water beats fire? It's like that. Most things have at least one element, Scratch embodies Darkness, while I have Light, ergo we're opposites, it was just that I'm much stronger in that department."
"Life's not a game." She replied.
"So it's a story instead?" He shot back, his smile a cocky grin.
She hated to not have an answer to that.
"Don't worry, I'm not part of the story, his reaction should tell you that much. I literally come from outside and I'm working with Ahti's blessing. I'm sure you have more questions, but there's a lot to do around here and I do have a time limit to bringing people back." He explained and she felt herself being pushed out.
A moment later she noticed she was once more walking behind the young man as they entered the room officer Estevez was recovering.
"Greetings ma'am." Milo said. "Code Theta-Ducky-Eightyfive-Outsider."
The FBC woman froze. "What kind of hell are we facing when someone like you got sent to help?" Saga could tell the woman was doing her best to not curse.
"Not completely sure ma'am, just doing my part to help when asked." He offered.
Estevez sighed. "Better than nothing, what can you do?"
"Complete control over Light and healing, and that should be enough for the current situation." Saga blinked as she could hear a capitalization right there, she had been sure it had been an effect of her Mental Palace before. "With Scratch having retreated I will get the officers back up, I should still be in time to recover all those that died here."
"You-?" The woman froze. "Nevermind, go do your job and then return here, you too Officer Anderson, we need to discuss how we will continue with this." She nodded unconsciously.
"Everything in a day's work." Milo mused and placed his hand on the FBC woman, healing her injuries before turning and leaving the room.
Saga looked at the woman, practically asking what that was all about.
"As you can imagine, the FBC has to deal with many entities that exist outside of what we consider reality." She explained. "You should feel lucky we're getting help from one that looks human and actually wants to help." She sighed. "Believe me, I've seen things."
Saga nodded before heading out of the room, she still had a lot of questions for the Koskela brothers. I do wonder, did this become harder or easier? It's certainly nothing like what I imagined it would be when I got the case.
Found-family, supernatural powers, the possible end of the world… she really didn't expect a possible serial killer would lead to this.
Magnus was glad to see the beautiful reds and oranges of the Shadow Pass once more, after a couple of days of constant traveling, he finally felt like he could slow down. He had retrieved the greenhouse segment and barely stopped on the three Stables that were in the way.
The masks did help a lot in moving faster, even if he could certainly have run the whole way, it was less eye-catching. With exception of the Goron mask, a rolling amethyst was hard to ignore. Meaning he mostly used the Zora mask to traverse the water and the Rito mask to fly over obstacles.
He did fight a few monsters, but nothing truly worth noting.
The sun was barely coming out, meaning he would make it to the spring about mid morning. Magnus stopped just outside of the Shadow Pass, he could feel the presence of the spring in the distance.
It felt like a powerful fire or the strong sun beating down on you, it was overwhelming even from a distance. He could have certainly gone around the quarry and skipped dealing with the flying Guardians. But it felt incorrect when he was visiting the Din's spring.
Though nothing said he couldn't do it smartly and quickly disabled the machines, practically letting them fall into his open inventory. Half a dozen flying machines he would be studying later. He had the blueprints, but there was a difference between that and working examples.
Just like the other springs, this one wasn't just out in the open. In this case it had been built in a sort-of deep basin, it was obvious the whole area had been constructed this way a long time ago as the ring of water around the rim of the basin had a series of equally placed waterfalls that fed the spring.
Like the Spring of Courage, two ancient trees guarded the goddess statue. He also noticed a series of columns and platforms eroded by the water and the time.
He glided down to land on the water.
Traveler, you who have completed two tests.
The moment he touched the water the familiar voice echoed in his head, he could see the sky high above clearing as a sinuous figure appeared from over the volcano.
Follow the Spring's Attendant and defeat the sealed beast, show your Power.
He didn't have much time to ponder on those words as the dragon started moving, forcing him to leave the spring and follow. Just in case he messaged Robbie and Purah, there was no reason to scare them with what was about to happen.