Have you ever woken up DEAD? Well I did... when I was eight years old I woke up in my bed covered in blood. I found my mother, father, and baby sister all dead in their sleep. Soaked in blood. From then on I felt like death. Everyone around me dies...
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THE BELL RINGS AND LYDIA HURRIES OUT OF CLASS WITH STILES FOLLOWING RIGHT BEHIND HER.
"I'm not supposed to tell anyone."
"Anyone who says I'm not supposed to tell anyone is always dying to tell someone... so tell me."
Lydia frowns, "Why do you want to know?"
"I can't tell you that."
"Then I'm not telling you."
"But you are telling me you could tell me something if you wanted to tell me?"
Lydia stares at him confused, "Was that a question?"
Stiles stops walking now also confused, "It felt like a question."
"Well, how about you tell me if this feels like an answer... No."
She starts off again. As he goes after her, they pass Erica. Watching the two of them with interest, she begins to follow.
Stiles pushes his way through the rush of students trying to catch up with Lydia.
"Lydia, wait. Lydia-"
A hand comes out of the crowd to shove him back against the wall. Erica, claws out. She presses the tips into his chest.
"Why are you asking Lydia about Jackson's real parents?"
"Why are you bringing out the claws on camera?"
Stiles nods to the camera on the wall behind Erica. She drops her hand from its view.
"That's right. You want to play Catwoman? I'll be your Batman."
He shrugs past her, moving into the flow of students.
Erica scoffs with a light smile, "If you want to find his parents they're about a half mile from here. In Beacon Hills Cemetery."
As the second bell rings for the start of class, Stiles now finds himself hurrying after Erica, "Do you know how they died?"
"Maybe. If you tell me why you're so interested." She pauses to gauge his reaction. His hesitation makes her raise an eyebrow in wonder, "It's him, isn't it?"
"What? Who? Him who?"
"The test didn't work, but it's still him. It's Jackson."
...
Luna holds her books close to her chest as she looks through her locker. Staring in the mirror she checks her makeup before finally realizing she looked fine. Feeling eyes on her she bites her lip. Peering slightly beside the locker door she sees Matt a few lockers down glancing at her every once and a while.
Chuckling to herself she closes the locker and grins, "Hi Matt."
Matt grins shyly, "Hey Luna. It's good to see you again."
