meet me in the hallway ; r.g ; hemlock grove

01 ; get out of here

; IMOGENS POV

ONE NEW MESSAGE

peter: get in yuor car and leave hemlock grovw

this freaked me the fuck out. for the last few days- peter avoided me at all costs. he sent this with no context or explanation. i quickly called him, which went to voicemail. i called him again. voicemail.

i partially did what he asked, i ran to my car- but instead of leaving hemlock grove i went to his place.

i didn't care how above the speed limit i was- i just needed to know he was okay.

i got to his house and knocked on his door loudly. no response. i ripped a bobby pin out of my hair and shoved it in the lock, twisting and turning frantically until it finally opened.

when i ran in, no one was there. that was what i thought until i saw peter jumping out from behind his counter and pointing a hunting rifle at me, making me scream. he quickly put it down.

"oh my fucking god- i told you to go- holy shit. fuck. this is bad."

"peter- what's going on? you're.. you're scaring-g- scaring me." i stuttered out.

"imogen you need to fucking go. please."

"no! tell me what's go-" a slam came onto the door, hitting it so hard it knocked it down. peter pulled me away and quickly relaxed, realizing it was someone he knew.

"any sign of them?" the stranger asked.

"sirens, fucking audio messages from destiny- she's trying to take them out, too."

"oh fuck." the stranger ran a hand through his hair. "who the fuck is this?" he gestured at me, surprising me. peter looked at me and then the stranger, sighing and going over to him. "her names imogen- she..." then he lowered his voice enough so only the stranger could hear. "im not fucking focusing on some chick when these guys could be giving us a real shitstorm. they know who we are and we have no fucking clue why." he yelled, not caring how loud he was being.

the door once again slammed open, but this time broke. peter groaned, "fucking do it or i'll never forgive you." he told him, grabbing his rifle and shooting. the stranger ran at me and quickly took me to another room, running back and helping peter. this went on for maybe 30 seconds before i heard a scream from the stranger. "PETER."

this startled me so much i ran out of the room instinctively, seeing peter with a bleeding chest and throats and being dragged out of the house by these killers, or whatever the fuck they are. i tried to run at them but the stranger grabbed me by the waist and pushed me back. "they'll fucking slaughter you in two seconds flat." i kept struggling but he wouldn't let go. "YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE. LET ME GO." i screamed, eventually sobbing and stopping. i sunk down onto the floor and cradled myself against the wall, breathing shakily.

i noticed two of the people who were in here dead on the floor, with their throats ripped out so violently it looked like an animal was responsible.

the stranger knelt down in front of me, but didn't dare to touch me. "there's nothing you can do. but since you came here after being instructed the complete opposite, my strong sense tells me you're gonna try anyway. you will be killed. do you understand?" the strangers eyes were slightly red from crying a bit, but he seemed apathetic at the moment.

"who are you..?" i asked, not releasing myself from the little ball i trapped myself in.

"my name is roman godfrey."