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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"Scott... Scott wake up... hey... come on... please wake up!"
Scott turns to his side then slowly sits up while rubbing his eyes. He stretches his arms out while opening his eyes to reveal Luna in front of him.
Her arms were crossed over her chest as her body shook slightly. Her teary eyes filled with worry. Scott picks up the fear coming off her body and quickly stands now alert. His hands go to her arms as he gently grips her and holds her still.
"You okay? What happened?"
"He's gone..."
Scott frowns, "I'm s-sorry. I don't understand. Who is-"
"Stiles... Scott he's gone. He just disappeared. He thinks he slept walked somewhere. And I tried calling him... the phone disconnected. I can't hear him... I can't feel h-him... I don't know where he is."
Scott pulls Luna into a hug as a tear drops down her cheek. He holds the back of her head as she grips onto the back of his shirt tightly.
"Breathe Luna... we're gonna find him. Let me try calling him."
Luna moves away and watches Scott pick up his phone from the nightstand. He quickly dials Stiles number and waits listening to the rings.
"Come on..." He murmurs.
Stiles on voicemail recording, "Hey, this is St--"
"God, come on, come on..." Scott pants as he begins to pace around.
The phone rings two more times before it stops and breathing is heard on the other end.
"Stiles?"
"Scott?"
Scott sighs in relief then puts the phone on speaker as Luna comes over to stand by him, "Hey Stiles, Luna told me what's going on. Are you okay?"
"Scott, I don't think I can get out of here. I can't move."
Luna freezes as she thinks about what that meant. Why couldn't he move? What was wrong?
"Where are you?"
"I don't know. I don't know. It's too dark. I can't see much, and something's wrong with my leg. It's stuck on something, and it's... I think it's bleeding..."
Scott grabs Luna's hand and pulls her to sit down as he watches her face pale. He runs his hand through her hair in a comforting manner as she stares ahead in shock.
In Luna's head she was fighting to get up and tear the town into pieces just to find Stiles.
'I can help you...'
'How?' Luna asks in her head.
'Let me take over. I can find him...' Circe replies.
Luna could hear the smirk in her voice, 'No no no. I don't trust you.'
