#everwoodevent

[vicmunxz-blog]

“dios mio,” he murmurs, eyebrows quirking at the price of the happy hour specials. “i’m going to get wrecked tonight, aren’t i? those prices should be illegal.”

[margobonnyx]

Margo walked the streets early in the morning, visiting the local businesses as she went, but as soon as noon hit, she just had to take a swim before going to enjoy the music festival. Her hair was damp, and her shirt was slightly wet from her putting it on before she completely dried-- she was no stranger to this since she spent a lot of her time being a beach body instead of a home body.  “Hey!” She yelled out, waving her hand as she approached the crowds, spotting a familiar face. 

[andrewmeadowss-blog]

“For fuck’s sake...” Andrew cursed under his breath, unsuccessfully trying to maneuver the large flower display through the entrance of the small flower store. After he had heard about the incoming storm, he decided to close his aunt's shop for the next few days until the worst was over. No one in their right mind would want to buy flowers at a time like this. He gave the display another push, an action born out of frustration rather than the actual belief that the jammed object could possibly budge and move further inside. Catching sight of someone in his peripheral vision, he shot them an annoyed glare. “What is it?”

[oneandonlybeau-blog]

Beau read the storm warning distressedly. They had been at Turn the Page, reading the newspaper calmly, until they came upon the notice. They could definitely lock up the house, they even had enough food for the next week, but they’d be by themself. But Beau was 18, an adult, so they should be more self-sufficient. They leaned against the nearest wall, staring at the newspaper in hand with a furrowed brow as they bit their lip.

[reedpalmcr]

“The leak in my apartment is worse than I thought...”

[finnxchasexme]

After his experience in the morgue, Finn couldn’t get home fast enough; he felt like he wouldn’t feel safe until he was in his own house, all doors and windows locked.  But then he thought about the fact that his security system might not be working without power.  Sure, he had a generator, but so had the morgue, and that hadn’t worked.  What if someone had sabotaged them both?  What if someone was waiting for him when he got home?  All these questions and more were what were running through Finn’s mind as he drove home in the torrential downpour, barely able to see.  That was why when he began to hydroplane it caught him so off-guard.  Instantly losing control of the car, Finn swerved the steering wheel to avoid a car parked on the side of the road, his car beginning to fishtail along the wet pavement.

[finnxchasexme]

A Dark and Stormy Night - self para

Well this was an unexpected turn of events, and Finn thought that the only way he was remaining calm was because he had detached himself from the situation at hand, not truly letting himself feel the terror that threatened to rise within him.  But if his fear did get the best of him, Finn didn’t think anyone would blame him because this scenario was like something straight out of a horror movie.  Here he was alone at night in the morgue during a massive storm that knocked the electricity out while a serial killer is on the loose, and if that wasn’t a tailor-made horror movie situation, then he didn’t know what was.  Standing in front of a dead body that he’d been about to cut into before the power had suddenly gone out - his scalpel was still in his hand - Finn remained perfectly still, as if moving would make this all real.  But Finn couldn’t stay here forever or even until the lights came back on because he had no idea when that would be, and besides, he was suddenly very aware of the fact that he was alone at night in the morgue during a massive storm that knocked the electricity out while a serial killer is on the loose.  Every noise he heard was menacing, a sign that he was no in fact alone, and he wasn’t talking about the dead bodies in the room with him.  I need to get the fuck out of here, Finn thought, quickly storing the body back where it came from, stripping off the gown covering his scrubs along with his gloves and surgical cap, and then practically running for the door.

I thought there was supposed to be a generator in this place, Finn thought as he opened the door into the dark hallway outside the morgue, and there probably was.  It just wasn’t working for whatever reason, and Finn made a mental note to tell someone about that once he wasn’t so afraid for his life.  Out in the hallway, Finn felt just as uneasy, though he wasn’t sure what he had been expecting, why he had thought the dark hallway would be any less scary than the dark morgue.  Well, there aren’t any bodies in the hallway, Finn reminded himself.  On the other hand, there were several doors and dark corners and side hallways someone could be hiding themselves in, and Finn would have to walk past several of those to make his way out to his car.  Before he could take another step, Finn heard something down the hall and around the corner, something that sounded like a door creaking, and he groaned because that was of course the way he had to go.  But there was no other way to do this unless he wanted to climb out a random window, but since they were in the basement, the only windows were small and set high in the walls.  This was his only way out.  Just as Finn was about to take the risk and get the hell out of there, he thought better of it, retreating into the morgue to grab the same scalpel he’d been holding when the lights had gone out; he thought that it was better to have a weapon given the circumstances.

Scalpel in hand, Finn took a few tentative steps down the hall, listening for any telltale signs of an intruder.  But he didn’t hear anything until he got to the corner, stopping when heard heard that creaking again.  Son of a bitch, Finn thought, stopping at the corner.  He had just about convinced himself that he’d imagined the noise too.  Taking his cell phone out of his pocket, Finn sent a quick text to Kane that said If I don’t call you - CALL, not text - in ten minutes, send the police to the morgue.  He hit send before taking a deep breath and stepping around the corner, fully expecting to face someone nefarious.

But there was no one there, and Finn breathed a sigh of relief.  Even so, they could be in any of the rooms off this hallway, so Finn made haste, walking as quickly as he could without embarrassing himself (in case it just turned out to be a colleague or something).  When he heard the creaking noise again, Finn stopped dead in his tracks, gripping the scalpel tightly and listening.  It sounded much, much closer this time, and Finn found that he could see moonlight flitting in and out of the hallway from nearby room, and Finn realized what he was seeing:  a door was ajar and was opening and closing every so often, letting a little light in before stealing it away again.  That was when Finn realized that a draft of some sort was blowing the door open and closed.  That had been the creaking, and he breathed another sigh of relief.  See, you’re just being stupid, Finn told himself, but really, he didn’t think he was.  Given what he did for a living, that there’d been several murders in Everwood, and this his wife herself had been killed by someone still at large, Finn thought he was just being smart.  

Walking to the door, Finn was about to push the door closed when he wondered where the draft was coming from.  For a second, he stood at the door, listening closely, and he could make out the sound of the wind blowing; it sounded like it was blowing into the room, not just outside.  Now this was stupid, Finn knew that, but mentally he’d already committed to finding out why the wind was blowing into the room, thinking it was likely an open window that he should close.  After taking a deep breath, Finn opened the door quickly, scalpel at the ready.  But just like the hallway, there was no one there, just a room empty save for some medical equipment.  He looked up at the window set into the top of the wall and saw that it was open, which didn’t make any sense.  Why would someone open a window that you had to stand on a table to get to?  Because that was what Finn had to do:  he climbed onto a table set against the wall and reached for the window, pulling it closed.  As he did so, all Finn could think was that the window, while small, was just large enough for someone to fit through, which brought a fresh wave of fear crashing over him.  Had someone just escaped out of this window?  Or even worse, was someone in here with him now?

Well, Finn wasn’t waiting to find out out.  Climbing down off the table, Finn hightailed it out of there, no longer caring how silly he looked.  Running down the hallway to the stairwell, Finn pounded up them, heading for the nearby door once on the ground floor and rushing through it.  His car was the only one in the parking lot, but that didn’t assuage his fear in the slightest because even though he hadn’t seen anyone, Finn felt sure that he hadn’t been the only one in that morgue.  Once at his car, Finn checked in the backseat quickly before he turned it on and practically careened out of the parking lot in his haste to get out of there.  It wasn’t until Finn was on the road that he felt better, calling Kane.  “Hey, it’s me,” he said - he had wanted to call rather than text so that Kane would know it was actually him - “I’m alright.  I just had a scare that I’m embarrassed about now.”  Even so, Finn thought his reaction had been warranted.  After all, he’d just been alone at night in the morgue during a massive storm that knocked the electricity out while a serial killer is on the loose.