Wisteria (Eddie x Chrissy) ST

Hellfire

Eddie taps his shoe against the step. Where did she go? Only a few minutes passed between them leaving O'Donnell's. He assumed she'd wander to this spot.

"Okay." It's been long enough. Maybe she went to the wrong place. Hopping to his feet, he'll just have to find Chrissy and drag her little behind over here.

'Unless she changed her mind? Or ran into fuckface.'

That's a bummer. A real buzzkill. If that's the case, what's there to do about it? Nothing. He can hold his hand out all he wants. Doesn't mean she'll take it and that's always been a possibility he needed to accept, even if it sucks total ass. It's better to go into situations without expecting anything. Hope for the best, anticipate the worst. That's what Wayne taught him.

He pushes open the door to the stairwell and looks around before stepping out into the hall. Wouldn't that be his luck for her to show up right afterward, only to think this is the wrong place since he's not here?

"I need a smoke." A little something to take the edge off. It'll have to wait. Searching the castle for the princess comes first. There's no telling where the hell she is. This could be a wild goose chase.

Checking his watch without stopping causes him to sigh for the dozenth time. Class doesn't have long left, then it's off to third period. The chances of them hanging out decrease with each passing minute. There wasn't really a plan. It was a spur of the moment thing. A sudden urge that needed to be satisfied.

'Not here, either.

Disappointment fills him when he pokes his head around the next corner and sees no one in the vicinity. Nobody that matters, anyway. He slinks by a few classrooms and does a quick peek to cross them off. A few eyes peer up at him curiously but they're quickly dismissed. None of them are the ones he's looking for.

"Screw it." Eddie decides to go back to the stairwell after perusing most of the second floor. Even O'Donnells in case she went back. Chrissy could've gone to the spot after he left and is waiting there for him. If not, he'll have to suck it the hell up like a big boy.

He turns down another desolate hall and drags his feet, pouting. Just a little. It's not a big deal. He'll survive. Having a smoke and taking a nap on the stairs will help him relax. Besides, it's Friday. Hellfire meeting later today. The next grand chapter of his Cult of Vecna campaign. His lips twist into a smirk from thinking about it. Henderson's going to love what he has in store for them. Grant, Wheeler, and Sinclair? Not so much. Their characters barely survived the last session.

The light above him flickers. Eddie's brow furrows as he slows to a stop. One after the other, they follow suit until the entire row of lights down the hall are flashing erratically. What the hell is this? It's like that night at his trailer when every bulb in the place was on the fritz. He's dealt with power surges, faulty wiring, and all kinds of bullshit that comes with living in the park. Shocked and burned himself trying to fix things more times than he can count. This is different. Not normal.

A chill runs along his spine. One strong enough to make his skin prickle with goosebumps. He swallows hard and turns around, glancing back and forth. This feels really off. Giving him some weird vibes... Like he needs to get the hell out of dodge. His gut's never failed him before so why doubt it now?

'Fuck this.'

Spinning on his heel, he walks at a brisk pace with every intention of leaving and not looking back. Something freaky's going on and he's not willing to hang around to find out what it is. Nope. Not today. Not any day. Getting bitched at by O'Donnell is a way better option.

Eddie freezes when he hears a strange noise. A distorted sound in the distance. Is that coming from the other end of the hall? This isn't too far from the stairwell so unless someone is goofing off like him, it should be empty. Working his jaw, he debates checking it out. Part of him is a little curious. The much heftier side is yelling not to be a dumbass and just leave.