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chapter four, feeling like fire
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The winds run past Talulla and flow effortlessly through her hair, burning like fire and penetrating her skin as she's runs faster than she ever has in her lifetime. Her eyes fervently follow and keep watch on Tracy's small figure from far away, her focus not deterring to any other item or person that occupies her surroundings. She watches as Tracy shoves her way through the doors of the Sheriff's Department. Talulla stops abruptly, her chest rising and falling quickly with the rhythm of her deep and heavy breaths. Wiping the surprise and fear from the forefront of her mind, Talullas dashes from her spot through the long distance to the double front doors of the Sheriff's Department.
Talulla grabs the front handles, harshly pushing both of the small doors open, her body shoving it's way past them so abruptly that one could hear the blinds smack back against the glass. Sheriff Stilinski and Natalie Martin jump ever so slightly as they see the teenage girl in front of them. "Sheriff, you both need to leave this place. Like, right now."
"Talulla, what in the hell are you talking abo-" Sheriff Stilinski's sentence drifts off as his head turns towards one of his deputy's. The older man wastes no time in walking towards the large group of deputy desks, heading towards the one inhabiting an officer with dark braided hair, "Clark? What the hell are you doing?"
