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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IN THE DRUNKEN CROWD, DOMEONE SCREAMS. Scott whirls around. But it's just a girl being pushed into the pool. Stiles hurries to his side.
Stiles frowns, "I can't find her. And dude, everyone, anyone who drank that crap... They're freaking out."
"I can see that."
More shrieks amid splashes as people jump and push others into the pool.
"What the hell do we do? And where the hell is Luna?"
Scott groans, "I don't know, but-"
A panicked voice interrupts him, turning them both around.
"Stop! Don't--don't-"
Scott and Stiles move to see someone get pushed in. The body splash is followed immediately by a desperate thrashing in the water. It's Matt.
"I can't--I can't swim!"
Scott and Stiles stare, paralyzed, as Jackson calmly reaches a powerful hand into the pool to drag Matt.
Soaked shoes hitting the cement tile, Matt pulls himself up. Shivering, teeth clenched in fury, he raises his eyes to face the quiet stares. He moves slowly. Drops of pool water falling from his wet clothes as he walks through the parting crowd. He turns only once to connect eyes with Stiles and Scott.
A sound breaks the quiet. The short burst of a police siren, followed by the ringing of the doorbell.
"Cops are here!"
And suddenly everyone is moving. Racing for the gated exits, shoving into the house, taking Scott and Stiles with them as both Matt and Jackson disappear in the rush.
People pour into the street hurrying for their cars. Scott steps off the curb. Glancing among the retreating party guests, his eyes fall on a figure standing at a distance from the house. Dripping wet, Matt directs an ice-cold glare on Scott, a look of pure hatred and rage.
The Kanima inches out from behind a car on all fours. It settles beside Matt, tail snaking around his leg, like the way a child would grasp at its mother's skirt. Scott peers at the two of them with his breath trapped in his throat.
Kanima and Master.
Puppet and puppeteer.
Teenagers rush past, obscuring his view. When he steps aside to look again, Matt and the creature are gone.
Stiles quickly shakes Scott's arm. Scott looks away from where Matt disappeared and sees Stiles panicked look.
"What's wrong?"
...
Scott runs back inside the house following behind Stiles. Both boys make it back outside and stop at a pair of heels discarded on the ground, in the middle of the dance floor.
