Chapter 1: Schwoop.
The first thing Bobby Trapes noticed when arriving to the NortherHood Hotel was its isolation, kind of like the Overlook Hotel.
The second thing was the snowstorm promising to hit; it was going to be an interesting few days, a hundred or so people, all cooped up inside and have to try and not step on each other's feet.
Like he was going to see anything else than the dècor of his room…
Suddenly, a hotel worker showed up in front of him and he wordlessly asked him to take his bags. He nodded and did.
A few minutes later, after a quick trip to the receptionist's to get his key, and a slow ride on one of the elevators, he finally was in his vacation spot; a nice, big room with all the comforts, including a very resistant lock.
He'll need it, because he just happened to notice Abby Mills in the main hall; that girl has been the center of two murder sprees already, and you do know what they said about the third time… not to mention that a quick look at the register told him that ALL the survivors of Harper's Island were there, including that Robin Matthews girl, who just annoyed the crap out of him, so much that he couldn't even be the least bit sympathetic to her.
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In the meanwhile, Shea Allen, widow of Richard Allen, was busy talking with a friend of Richard's, Scott Roos; actually, she was talking and he was listening.
To be true, Scott had never been able to stand Shea and her so-called 'aloofness', which sounded more like pure arrogance, which she had inherited from her father, the not-so-dearly departed Thomas Wellington, of whom she was the only surviving heir… other than her daughter Madison, the lone person who managed to give Scott the creeps just by existing.
When he got off of that train of thoughts, he noticed Shea was still talking, not even a little fazed by how he'd drifted off during her speech. He wrote that off on her self-absorbedness and managed to catch the last part of her talk, about how hard it was to be a single mother.
Yeah, right… she probably handed Delia Thorne to the nannies and went to enjoy herself all day, not even going to Richard's funeral (he can attest to it, he was there).
When she excused herself to go and get her daughter from skiing class, Scott was so glad he almost broke out in an adapted version of 'Ding, Dong, the Witch Is Gone', only he wouldn't've used the word 'witch'…
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In the meanwhile, someone was standing outside the hotel, hidden behind the parking cars, waiting for the right moment to strike.
The victim was there, now he just had to wait.
As they followed Shea Allen's movements with binoculars, they noticed that the snowstorm that had been announced earlier was starting.
Beautiful, they thought, all according to plan, a simple and effective one at that.
Finally, Ms. Allen was in the perfect spot, nobody giving attention to her, no cameras in sight.
Perfect.
They pulled the trigger.
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Shea Allen barely had time to hear a weird noise and wonder what was it before a harpoon impaled her.
She barely had time to realize that she was going to die like her husband did before she blacked out.
And now, Shea's time was over.
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Robin stayed in her room, alone, thinking of Brent as she always did since Harper's Island, since she found his body floating in his swimming pool.
She hadn't even gone to his funeral, or the other victims'. Wilson had tried to reach her a few times, but she wanted to forget everything about that time.
She was still deep in thought, when somebody put a scarf around her neck and began to strangle her.
She didn't even try to fight it, and as she felt her end nearing, she wondered if she'd meet Brent on the other side.
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Schwoop: The sound of the harpoon going through Shea.