SHADOWS! eddie munson

seven¡

" THEY'RE HERE!" ENYA squealed at the angelic sound of a car pulling up outside. the delirium from having no food or drinks coursing through her mind was driving her to one conclusion- Dustin Henderson and his delivery was a godsend.

Sprawled, messy and uncoordinated, Eddie munson practically dived up from his extremely uncomfortable sitting position from being cramped up in a rickety wooden boat where he procrastinated aimlessly in any way possible.

A blinding yellow ray of light flashed through the gaps in the boarding of the house to signal to the pair of the cars arrival.

excitement took over so much that Enya almost forgot that they were in fact criminal suspects on the run and the starvation in her wanted to just throw herself into the company of Dustin and his friends, however that last remaining peice of rationality in her brain took over and caused her to calmly peek out at the car that had arrived.

its funny, Dustin never mentioned he owned such a fancy, rich SUV, Enya thought to herself oh well, why would he possibly tell her that anyway?

"i think dustins pulled up with the supplies?" enya yelled back to eddie who's face broke out with an undeniably cheesy grin.

"go knock on then it's a van he's probably waiting inside" eddie began, until the echo of a painfully irritating voice pierced his eardrums, causing his head to whip around faster than the speed of light.

only then did enya voice her concerns, not bothering to look out of the window

"since when did dustin have a fancy SUV-"

yet it was too late. they'd been found.

at first, eddie munson was surprisingly calm. by this point, the boy had been in so many recently near death experiences that running from just one dickhead of a basketball player didn't even seem like too much of a task. until it dawned on him that that dickhead of a basketball player was out to seek vengeance for his girlfriends apparent 'murder'. and the dickhead brought friends.

"enya we need to go. now. i- fuck fuck fuck where's dustin this can't be happening fuck."

any sense of calm and clarity in the situation was long gone as eddie sprang up, wafting his arms around and pacing circles hurriedly in attempt to figure out how the fuck they could possibly escape from the boathouse they were imprisoned in. wait. the boathouse!

"enya quick get in the boat!!!"

she stuttered in disbelief at the utter stupidity he suggested. "what? that's your big plan, we're gonna row away? fuck me munson you really are more stupid than you look"

"just do it!" eddie yelled in a much louder tone than necessary before apologising quickly and profusely.

"jesus, okay keep your hair on" she rolled her eyes playfully back.

with jason and his team of weirdly terrifying, armed basketball players the pair sprinted into the rotting boat that they had previously called a bed.

copying eddie's lead, enya clutched onto the damp oar for dear life and began trying (and miserably failing) to row along side eddie.

"you don't know how to use an oar?" eddie was practically screaming at this point in fear of jason now attempting to boot the door down.

"what do i look like to you, a fucking fisherman??" enya screeched back in an equally terrified tone.

"come on i can hear you! you're gonna pay for what you did freak" jason had clearly succeeded in capturing the boy and shouted to him in the most disgusted, venomous tone, every word that left his lips dripping with poison. that was until he stopped dead in his tracks, caught completely off guard by the frantically shaking blonde girl next to him who helped paddling along to break the boat free from its chains of the boat house.