Incomprehensible (tags Dee)

[Finlay Eddelman]

[TC: Lunch part II]

Finlay could hardly believe what had just happened. One moment he had been eating peacefully in the cafeteria (or as peacefully as was possible amid so many foreign bodies), and the next everyone was down on the floor; those who stayed up were mowed down, or so it seemed to him. His first thought was a misanthropic loner taking out his bitterness on the entire student body, but then a rough male voice demanded to know the whereabouts of Mr. Phan. Mr. Phan had taught him art for the past four years, and while he was gruff and aloof, Fin couldn't believe that anyone would go after him with guns.

It was the most incomprehensible, terrifying moment of his life. The worst he had ever felt was when he had lost his mother, and even that had more sense behind it, for her illness had been painfully apparent before she finally passed away. But this, this was entirely out of the blue. He hoped that Dee and Annie and Cokkie were safe, his only real friends, but hope was the most he could do for any of them.

And when he thought it was over, it wasn't, for the police wanted to question everyone. They quickly realized he had nothing to offer of interest, however, as he had been cowering beneath his table the entire time, and he gratefully hurried off to the auditorium, where the whole school was being assembled. He caught sight of a familiar head of tumbling dark locks, and hastened over to her side. "Dee!" He breathed a sigh of relief at seeing her safe. "You're..." He couldn't finish; admitting he had entertained the idea she was dead was too much. "I'm so glad to see you! Can you....can you believe this?" His eyes swept over the slowly assembling students, nervous and jumpy and many on the verge of tears.

[delilahamello]

It was a nightmare, and Dee really just wanted to wake up. The gunfire, the sirens, the blood, it all reminded Dee of the rave that had gotten her thrown into rehab the second and last time. She had managed to stay out of the way and was unhurt, other then the shaking. She had managed her way to the auditorium after being let go by the questioning officer, who looked familiar and seemed to recognize her. Dee had been compliant with his questions and search and had been released.

Curled into a chair, Dee couldn't stop her thoughts from turning dark and morbid. Where was Fin? She hadn't seen him in hours, what if he had..oh god. Suddenly she heard his voice, and saw his towering frame. She was out of her chair and tossed herself into his arms. "Thank god.." She whispered, hearing his own voice catch as he tried to speak. "I was so scared..and no..I can't.." She answered quietly, looking up at him with a barely there shimmer of tears to her own eyes. If she had lost him, there would have been no telling what she would have done or one back into. Fin was her rock, her stability.

[Finlay Eddelman]

As soon as the role was called Fin slipped his arms around Dee, leading her out of the packed auditorium. Their parents would be worried – or at least his father would be; he couldn’t exactly assume that Dee’s generally absent parents would have paid enough attention to the news to even know about the massacre.

“Let’s go to my place,” He suggested, “Maybe paint.” That would be one way to take their minds off the horrible events that had transpired only a few minutes prior, painting some nice calm landscapes. He wondered if Annie was all right; he hadn’t seen her enter the auditorium, but then she was a grade lower. “Have you seen Annie?” She was Dee’s friend, too, so perhaps his girlfriend had some knowledge of the other girl’s whereabouts. He could always call her fathers, as they would surely make their way to the school as soon as they found out what had happened. They were devoted to their daughters absolutely, and they would be able to tell him how she was doing, and then relay his regards back to her.

He slowed as they entered the parking lot, which was now packed with worried parents come to pick up their children, as well as students attempting to leave the premise. “Ugh.” He scanned the vehicles, none of which appeared to be actually moving. “On second thought, let’s go grab something to eat. Maybe when we get back we’ll be able to drive out of the parking lot.” He suggested.