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

04 ; titanium

; ROMANS POV

days. nothing in the fridge. the cold crimson sitting and rotting never really did complete justice, anyway. imogen was being hunted down. i was running out of options.

she walked out of my bedroom that i no longer accompanied her in, because the need was growing and straying further from my control.

she was asking me questions in fear, suddenly. but i had no clue what they were. i kept focusing on the veins that were prominent on her body; thinking about what ran through them.

"stop." i ordered quickly. she stopped babbling.

"what?" she asked quietly. "bring me your phone. i have an idea."

she quickly left without another word; she was obviously overly intimidated, maybe even frightened by me. but she had no idea what she should really be scared of.

she brought me back a phone with now a cracked screen.

"you're gonna call back that number. you're gonna get their location- and they can't know i'm listening. make them think this is all your choice."

this was overly concerning to me, because i had no clue why peter wasn't turning and escaping. why he couldn't. but i couldn't express this to imogen, she was innocent to all of it.

"im gonna go to where they are and figure out what the fuck is going on. and i need you to come with me, just so i can keep an eye out."

"im not a child, roman." i quickly snapped back at her. "but you're innocent like one. that's why i need you to stay by me and we don't have a lot of fucking time so just-" i winced, taking a deep breath. "just call."

she shrunk like a frightened puppy with a raised hand hovering over it. but i didn't have the capacity to help.

she picked up the phone and called peters number, putting it on speaker.

once they picked up, she spoke first. "im ready. tell me where you are and i'll get him myself." i heard the receiver laugh. "i only want you to come... anyone else shows up..."

"you can kill me." she said, making me furrow my eyebrows, starting to hesitate.

"mm. write it down. this is where we are......"

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i hopped in the car and quickly made sure imogen was secure in the passenger side.

i breathed heavily and sped an ungodly amount over the speed limit. "when i get there, you stay in the car and duck down, make sure nobody can see you through the windows. don't come out no matter what you hear, it's not safe until we come back." i spoke loudly, still facing the road, obviously tense due to hunger.

"they're gonna know i'm here the second i pull up, i have no time to fuck around." i added.

i pulled up hard to an old train station with about 10 masked people with an array of guns standing at the front.

"oh fuck." i muttered. "get down!" i yelled, ducking down at the same time as she did, bullets shooting through my windshield.

"GET INSIDE. ITS HIM." i heard, and the bullets stopped flying.

"hide yourself as best as you can." i ordered to imogen, who was a crying mess on the floor of the car. i took a second to make sure nothing hit her and quickly ran out, slamming the door.

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; IMOGENS POV

my breathing was heavy and i half wanted roman to stay for a few more seconds, but i knew peter was in there.

it was quiet for a few moments. suddenly, i heard more gunshots fire from inside, making me scream. i covered my mouth quickly.

i heard a yell come from outside of the station, that vaguely sounded like "check the car!" oh fuck. i desperately looked for something i could use as a weapon. i opened the console to see a pocket knife as my only option, so i grabbed it and ducked back down, hoping to whoever was out there that i didn't have to use it.

a slam came to the back door, making me scream once again. "she's in here!" i heard. they tried opening the door, but it was locked. they broke the passenger side window and i saw there were only two men there, trying to grab me.

i swung the knife around, cutting one of their fingers off, making him scream in horror. "SHE CUT OFF MY FUCKING FINGER." i took that opportunity to jump through the window and stab him in the throat, twisting it around and attacking the next guys stomach with the blade.

i breathed heavily, watching blood pool the ground.

i backed up, dropping the knife. i just fucking killed two guys. i pulled off their masks and noticed one of them had piercing yellow eyes with black rings around them. what the fuck? i grabbed the knife again and jumped back in the car through the window, getting blood all over that wasn't my own.

adrenaline mixed with pure fear pumped through my body.

all of a sudden, i heard a voice that was familiar. comfortingly familiar.

"fuck, what the fuck did she do?" the voice said, and i turned to make eye contact with the host, who spoke again. "shee-it."

peter.