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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FINGERS FLYING OVER THE KEYBOARD OF HIS LAPTOP, STILES BARELY PAUSES TO LOOK AT STILINSKI WAITING BY HIS DOOR.
"You know how many vehicle collisions last year involved deer? Two hundred and forty seven thousand."
Noah raises an eyebrow and glances over at Luna who lays upside down on Stiles' bed reading a magazine.
"Good luck Noah, I've been trying to get him to get off the computer for the last hour."
Sighing, Noah turns back to Stiles, "Please go to school."
"But that's just crossing the road. The deer last night came right down the middle."
"I'm not going to beg you."
"Good. I'm impervious to your influence anyway."
Luna snorts out a laugh.
Noah runs his temple, "Would you be open to a bribe?"
Stiles scoff, "You couldn't meet my price."
"Extortion?"
"You got nothing on me."
Stilinski considers this. Then grabs Stiles's chair and begins pulling both it and him away from the desk.
"Dad, what are you doing--Dad-"
Still typing, Stiles' arms and hands stretch to their limit.
"Wait, Dad, wait-"
With a last yank, Stiles's fingers disappear from the keyboard.
...
"You want to ask Derek for help?"
Scott shrugs, "He's got the triskele tattooed on his back. So there's got to be a way to do it without healing, right?"
"Doesn't he still have his hands a little full?" Stiles gestures to a bulletin board where two missing person posters hang side-by-side.
Boyd and Erica.
Scott sighs, "Yeah well at least he's getting help from Emerson."
A voice nearby catches their attention. Through the open door of the Administration Offices, the former Principal hurls orders at his secretary, while unpacking his things.
"I don't know what happened to that library while I was gone, but I want it cleaned up and--and what the hell is this?"
The Principal lifts up a familiar-looking sword as Stiles pulls Scott away from the door with a grimace.
...
Waiting for Allison at her locker, Lydia surveys the faces in the hall, trying to pick out the new ones.
