Everyone: For gog's sake, get out of that burning building!

[misspouncellor]

Who: Everyone
Where: The Mansion
When: Final night of the event.
Rating: PG-13 for now?
Summary: The mansion is on fire, and escape can only happen in pairs!
The Story:

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[wings_of_vanth]

Akihiko is wandering through the mansion, calling out to people on his lonesome. His nightmare's have come true. It's like time repeating itself before his very eyes.

He coughs, knocking on people's doors. He shouldn't be playing the hero, but he will find it hard to live with himself if somebody dies in these flames.

[walkingdesuno]

Conan was still in the mansion as well, not wanting someone to be left out as well.

That's why he frowns when he spots little Sanada still in the burning building as well.

"Sanada-san!"

Okay, yelling was painful.

[wings_of_vanth]

"Edogawa?" Akihiko runs to Conan. "I...I gotta save everyone. There might still be people..."

[walkingdesuno]

"The fire is getting big. It's too dangerous to stay here any longer as well!"

[sadfreezingbrit]

It was the first day's nightmare all over again. Red's voice was screaming from somewhere, as it always did. Only inside it was Daniel, banging against the glass, surrounded by the flames.

And when Philip moved Red's voice shackled him, yelled and kept him in place because it wasn't fair, because you cannot let one friend burn and spare the rest. He wants to die, believe old Red, you are helping him!(But somehow Philip wasn't quite convinced

[dashboardlite]

The night before the event began, Dean didn't have a nightmare.

He had a dream.

A recurring dream, actually, only this time the details were just off. He was grown-up, the doors wouldn't open, his father wasn't there. It was the mansion in Wonderland, not their house back in Lawrence. But this time the flames were accompanied by screams.

To be honest, he didn't really think anything of it until he woke up smelling smoke a few days later. Then it clicked.

"Shit."

Sprinting down the halls with every intention of finding the people who need him, Dean presses a shirt to his face and waves through the smoke, squinting as it stings his eyes. The ones too small to leave by themselves are the ones most likely to be running around, panicked, or hiding in their rooms. With fraternal instinct feeding his adrenaline, he kicks down the first door on his list in true Winchester fashion, smoke pouring into the room.

"Philip?!"

He takes a moment to cough and slams the door shut behind him.

"Phil, where the Hell are you?"

[sadfreezingbrit]

The cloud of smoke startles him, the noises even more so. The first call is lost on him; Philip draws his knees up to his chin, closing his eyes and trying very hard not to remember what burnt flesh smells like.

His whimper is almost voiceless, his actions restrained by a grim determination to have this all be a terrible dream and nothing more.

Only the second call breaks through and spurns him into action... or the tentative equivalent thereof. A response:

"...Dean?"

Philip lifts his head and his voice, but little more. The effort is tentative; he doesn't trust his dreams to throw him a bone.

[dashboardlite]

"Phili- Jesus, there you are," Dean mutters, crouching to avoid the smoke creeping in through the cracks around the door. The kid's curled up in the corner, arms wrapped around himself.

Shuffling over to him, Dean resists the strong instinct to grab Philip's arm and yank him closer so they can get the Hell outta Dodge, and offers his tiny friend a hand instead.

He also tries to keep the panic from coloring his voice. This is too much like home. Too much like home. Too much like home.

"C'mon, we gotta get you outta here."