Claire Callahan isn't analyzing you, she swears (changinghats) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2013-04-17 20:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | claire callahan |
Who: Claire Callahan (closed, narrative)
What: Welcome to Lawrence!
When: Wednesday evening
Where: Starting in a warehouse in Haven, ME, ending up on Lawrence's busy streets
Warnings: References to violence but nothing major
She'd love to say she was brave. She'd love to say she knew death was coming and could handle it like a fighter. And wouldn't it be awesome if she could say she fought back, or held her head high and accepted death as a hero.
In truth, she was panicked and scared and her breathing was heavy and her chest heaved from trying to catch her breath and tears streamed down her face. She'd already struggled and tried to free herself and she couldn't. There was no choice in the matter, she was going to be the bolt gun killer's next victim. The skinwalker. And she had no way to warn Audrey. What if her friend was next?
She heard the finger in the trigger, the sound of metal and she closed her eyes, a tiny squeak escaping as she waited for death.
But it never came. A moment later she opened her eyes. She'd been inside, the room had been stuffy and warm, and she'd been pressed up against the hard scratchy wood of the wall. Now, though... Now she was out in the open. The air around her was crisp and cool. And there was no sign of the woman with the gun. A woman. All that time, the bolt gun killer had been a woman. Who knew?
Right. Priorities. How had this happened? Was this being dead? If it was, it wasn't so bad. Looked like a small city, bigger than Haven, smaller than Boston. That wasn't too terrible. It was clean enough. And she wasn't hurt. And apparently, death included her favorite heels. What? Priorities. Yeah, those.
But death also included a lot of people she'd never met. That seemed logical enough. Maybe. She was no Spock. But now what?
Of course, the more logical answer was that she wasn't dead at all. Maybe this was someone's Trouble. God, maybe it was hers! That...sucked. But it was better than being dead.
She looked down at her phone and started making some calls. Which didn't go through. She needed wi-fi and she needed it fast. She found the internet cafe easily enough (she hadn't even known they still made those) and when she asked for help... Odd. The woman seemed to smile at her knowingly. And told her a website to go to. And really, all she'd wanted was some internet for her palm pilot but...all right, then.