Disclaimer- I do not own the Da Vinci code, or any of Dan Brown's characters.
Evie Zimmerman cursed irritably as rain began to fall on the grounds of London's Kensington Gardens. She had came her to sketch the some of the monuments in the park for a class she was taking at university, and had been in the middle of the outline of the Statue of Physical Energy when it began to rain, peppering her sketch pad with water droplets.
She had yet to get used to London's damp and unpredictable weather, even though she had been here since late August, and it was now the beginning of April. Evie wasmuch more accustomed to the dry, constant heat of Arizona.
She sighed as she zipped her hoodie up and threw her supplies into the army surplus bag she was carrying. She lazily began to make her way toward one of the many cafes that were on the edge of the garden grounds, looking forward to a nice hot cup of coffee and maybe a muffin. She needed to reward herself after working all day.
Unfortunately, the rain grew harder, and it forced her to look for a closer shelter. She decided to head for the closer Serpentine Gallery instead, breaking into a sprint. She had only managed to get a few feet before she slid on the path, landing face first in puddle of mud as her bag flew off, scattering its contents around the area.
"Lovely" She thought, as she wiped some of the mud off of herself. "At least nobody saw me…I hope. Now wear the hell are those pencils?"
She began to search the ground around her, hoping to recover her now mud caked supplies. Unfortunately a light fog was beginning to settle over the grounds, making the process much more difficult. She eventually managed to find her box of pencils a few feet a way near a tree-lined alcove.
"Thank god, these things are so expensive." she said and tried to get some of the water and grass off with the sleeve of her hoodie, before depositingthe pencils lazily in the back pack she was carrying.
"And now for the sketch book." She only had to look a few feet in order to see the familiar, white covered book flung open on the grass.
"Shit." She cursed. Her charcoal sketch of the Peter Pan memorial was practically unrecognizable. She tried her best to clean it, only to witness a more disturbing sight. The sketchbook was splattered with what looked like blood. But where could it have came from?
Her question was quickly answered when Evie discovered that her sketch book had fallen Into a small patch of blood on the grass that had been diluted to a light crimson by the rain, and realized that small trail of blood was heading into that alcove.
She cautiously approached the alcove, unsure of what to do. Somebody, or something was hurt. But that somebody or something could be unfriendly, and she really didn't want to die this far away from home. The CSI staple of women being mutilated in parks immediately came to mind. But still, somebody could be hurt, and she would feel guilty is she didn't at least check the area out. Reluctantly, she decided to make her way in.
At first she didn't see anything. The alcove was actually a hollow between the trees. Like the rest of the park, it was foggy. But as she focused, she suddenly found herself witnessing a horrific scene.
An unnaturally pale man was on his knees praying, practically naked, and was covered in blood, most of which seemed to be flowing from beneath his ribs. His back was covered in scars, and he had a huge, infected cut on his thigh. In Evie's mind, he resembled some sort of twisted, modern Jesus. As she slowly approached, he collapsed.
"Oh my God." She said under her breath. Evie tried to remember the first aid training she had to take in her high school health class. She had to use something to stop the bleeding, she remembered that much, so she took of her hoodie to use it as a make shift bandage as she dialed 999 on her cell phone.