*WAS CRUEL SUMMER*
"The pain of it slashed through my body in nauseating waves before settling heavily in the pit of my belly. I tried to hold it together, to hold it down, but I couldn't."
{ scott mccall x fem!oc }
{ season three - six }
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the divine move
Three teenagers sat in the Sheriff's Station with their heads bowed and hearts heavy, a word had hardly been shared between them since they arrived, there was none to say, none that wasn't in a script provided by Argent. They rehearsed their lines in their heads as if this was nothing more than a play, the scenario being that they were just in the wrong place at the wrong time. None of them wanted to belittle her death like that, they knew it was so much more than that. She'd died a hero, a warrior, a huntress, in the arms of a boy who loved her just as much as she loved him. It wasn't the death that they were about to describe to the deputies to make sure that nobody felt inclined to ask more questions, she deserved to die in peace, not as an investigation.
All three of them were in awe of how well Argent was handling it all, he was yet to shed a single tear, he was keeping it together while the rest of them couldn't, they were just teenagers, they'd lost a friend, they didn't know how to compartmentalize feelings as he did. Maybe Argent hadn't quite processed that he'd lost his daughter yet, but so far, the man had been strong, helping the teenagers find their way through the first stages of grief.
He made sure all of them knew the same story, word for word, making them repeat it over and over through their sobs until it was burnt into their brain without any mistakes. Their story had to lack some detail, that was how the questions would be avoided. They were all together, just hanging out when someone tried stealing their car, before they knew it, one of them had pulled out something sharp and metallic and Allison was on the floor, bleeding. Dying in Cole's arms.
That was one thing Argent didn't change. Something had to explain why Cole was so distraught, why he'd barely been able to walk into the station without breaking down in a painful sob as his little sister tried to comfort him. They had to believe there had been a cold-hearted and sudden murder here, though that part wasn't a lie. It was sudden, it was cold-hearted. Maybe Allison had died tonight, but a part of all of them had died too.
The entire station had heard about what had happened tonight, from the second they had seen the five solemn faces walk through the main door, the grief across their faces, they knew that a teenager had lost their life to this godforsaken town, someone too young to have had to worry about dying. None of them knew who the said teenager was, not at first, but they all had a guess of who the victim was, they knew who traveled in that pack, and which faces weren't there. And they had all come to the same conclusion- Allison Argent.
There was only one person who hadn't been told yet, and that was Sheriff Stilinski. All he knew was that he had been called back to the station regarding something urgent, a murder case that needed his attention, he didn't question it, he was the Sheriff of a town filled with murder. But he couldn't help but wonder if it had something to do with his son, or his other, evil half. Stilinski walked through the door, seeing the three teenagers sitting outside of his office and he knew, he hadn't guessed entirely wrong. It did involve his son's other, evil half. But it was more than that.
