#hwevent04

He couldn’t comprehend what she was asking him to do. Was she suggesting he keep her contained? It would be very convenient to have Star Labs makeshift prison handy because he knew it’d be able to hold whatever this creature is. A creature he knew wasn’t human but wasn’t exactly a meta either. It was well beyond his pay grade and for once he did feel clueless. If she did what she asked, it’d cause them to separate and in every horror movie he had ever seen splitting up in any way never ended well. “Laurel, don’t you think if I was able to breach in this place, I’d have gotten myself out of here by now? That creature out there I don’t know what I am up against but I am sure splitting up isn’t the answer, besides, I want to see you kick some bad guy a--” His face dropped when he saw her eyes give off a light glow, “Whoa okay WHAT just happened?” He questioned frantically blinking his eyes a few times as if in attempt to figure out if what he just saw was real. “Your eyes just did some really freaky shit . . . Do you have laser eyes now? Like Kara does?” He asked excitedly though something in her voice told him this wasn’t a good thing. “anyway even if I COULD breach us there, I am not taking any chances on a might and would take Star Labs any day because there is no MIGHT in our makeshift prison. It is capable of holding any meta human and it WILL hold up I made the modifications myself,” He grinned before pointing to himself proudly grinning even wider at the opportunity for another Star Wars reference. He was on a roll lately, “Oh really? Am I your only hope? Help me Obi Wan Ciscnobi you’re my only hope,” He joked in his best high girly voice. He wasn’t used to being the hero, the one anyone was able to rely on. He helped the hero, his job was to stand behind not in front of. “If you really believe that we’re in more trouble than I thought. Have you tried the Canary Cry on this dick?”

      garrett wasn’t one to attend these things. even his life before, in the era this was popular. he avoided it like some kind of plaque. a sigh escaped his lips, pretending to be such thing as human. his topaz hues boring the various humans unaware. none of them knowing the true monster that was lurking among them. or what he had been able to do. being the loner he was, he stayed away, far from the crowd. just by himself, that was until the person whom was standing in front him appeared. 

The door slammed shut behind her. Angela took a few lungfuls of air in as she brushed the fallen hair from her face. She had no idea what the fuck that thing walking through the halls was but she was not prepared to face it without getting some recon at first. There were screams and bangs throughout the halls around her, but she managed to slide in to what appeared to be a conference room before anyone else noticed. Reaching up under her dress, Angela retrieved the pistol that she had stashed against her thigh. 

‘Verdammt noch mal! The one time I don’t have my staff readily available. Hopefully this has enough ammo.’ Angela checked the clip inside the weapon and the extra she had thrown in to her clutch. Though she is a woman who prefers to be on the more pacifist side of battles, sometimes things require one to get their hands dirty. There was banging against her door, and she held her breath as she braced against it. She had no idea if there was friend or foe on the other side of the wood but she took the risk and ripped open the door.

                 taking a deep breath, he tried to center himself and quiet the sense of anxiety that was growing in his chest so he could find a way out of this situation. but it was just as he gathered the courage to venture away from the door to find a light switch or even another exit to the room that he felt the walls beginning to close in on him. he had no idea if it was real or not, and he continually tried to convince himself that is wasn’t, but it was no use. the walls felt no wider than his shoulders and ahkmenrah felt trapped in a coffin-- or, more accurately, a sarcophagus.

                 no longer being able to hold back the panic from overtaking his being, a familiar suffocating feeling began to set in. several millennia worth of this same exact sensation came rushing back to him: night after night being unable to move, unable to breathe, and unable to think. and just as he thought he had caught a break with the excavation of his tomb,  they still kept him trapped on display at the museum. for all they knew, he had been dead for 4,000 years, so what could be the harm in putting a padlock on the door of his sarcophagus to keep it closed? and so, every time the sun set he was sentenced to another 12 hours alone, banging his fists on the door and yelling in hopes that someone would hear-- just like he was now. whatever had taken over the white house clearly had direct access to his worst fears because he couldn’t imagine a more terrible feeling than being returned to this increasingly tight, confined space.

attending the event at white house. that was something bella would never be caught dead doing. she hated doing such things. she hated getting dressed up and looking like a pretty package. bella was never that type of girl. many girls loved to do this. bella wasn’t like that....she was different.

she had left her chestnut hair straight. applying no makeup as she liked it. heading out to the event. she had worn a dark as night dress. it made her look slimmer. it made her blend in. she liked blending in. it made all the eyes not be on her. arriving to event. getting herself in the crowded room. 

He had been moving to the exit, his body tensed - ready to fight if he needed to when he spotted a face that he knew - was it real? Was it not? He wasn’t quite sure - but that face - that smirk - oh he knew that face, it was the last thing he remembered before he had woken up in this strange place. Ontari.

Why was she here? How was she here? His body was tense, his hand pulling a knife from his leg where he had hidden it - His eyes darting around, what was going on?