How hard could it be? • LM / SS

Chapter 70

                      "Here's a toast to my
                              real friends."

"Don't move," Jade warned as she pushed Lydia behind her.

Malia growled, the baby doll at her paws while she circled the two teenagers. They'd been circling each other for at least five minutes and the two girls were both afraid to make a wrong move and be ripped to shreds. Believe it or not, they actually liked having all of their limbs in tact.

"Jade!" Lydia grabbed onto the girl as her knees gave in and she fell to the floor.

Malia growled, running away, deeper into the forest with the doll in her mouth. Jade stared behind her to see Mr Tate holding a shotgun in his hand, guilt visible in his eyes. He weighed up his options before deciding to sprint after the coyote. He couldn't let the animal get away with murdering his family.

Jade looked at her arm to see blood dripping into her lap. "What the hell?" she murmured, confused.

Lydia gently moved the blonde's hair, grabbing a tie off her wrist and pinning it back. The ends of her hair were covered in blood. "Have you got anything we can wrap this up with?"

Jade looked back to see a bullet lodged in her shoulder. What the fuck was it with people hurting her shoulders! If it wasn't arrows it was freaking bullets! Blood was oozing down her back, soaking her shirt. Thankfully, the black would make the stain less clear.

She waved her hand, a bandage appearing in her lap. She wrapped it tightly around her shoulder, tugging at it to make sure it was secure. "I'll heal it later. We need to find Malia before he kills her."

                                      ~

"Scott, it's me, you got to call me back as soon as you can. It wasn't Malia's doll. It was her sister's. Malia left it at the car for her sister. Like, bringing flowers to a grave. Okay, and we stole the flowers. So, that's all she wants to do, right? Bring the doll back to the car wreck. That's where she's headed. The car wreck."

"Stiles?" Max froze, trying not to move in the slightest. His foot was caught right in the middle of a bear trap. "Uh- we've kind of got a problem."

Stiles rushed forward, stopping a few inches away from the boy. "Don't move."

"Wow. Thank you for that, I never would have thought of it if it wasn't for you," Max remarked, trying to deflect his fear with sarcasm.

"You know what I mean!" he exclaimed, arms flailing around wildly. "Well, what are we meant to do?"

"Look for a warning label. They're instructions on how to disarm it. They put it at the bottom of the trap."

"Why the hell do they put instructions on how to disarm it?"

"Because animals can't read!" Max closed his eyes, realising they were in trouble. This was a fantastic time for him to not be able to read. Just what he wanted. His leg to get caught in a bear trap. For the second time today.

Stiles leaned down on the floor, carefully moving away some fallen branches. He looked up guiltily at Max who nodded when he felt the anxiety radiating from him.

He couldn't read.

"Look, you don't need instructions. You never use instructions! You once made a star wars lego set in a day without instructions! You don't need them because you're smart. It's more the other way around! The instructions need you. You can figure it out. You always have a plan, so you'll find something to do. Right?"

Stiles nodded. He'd figure this out. His brows knitted together as he saw something poking out from underneath some branches. Moving them out of the way, he could see a wheel that was attached to the trap. He realised that if he turned the wheel, it would give Max enough time to get out of the way. "Alright. You ready?"