Pure × Isaac Lahey

42.

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Elora's office phone continued to ring every time she stepped foot within the room, making her paperwork impossible as she attempted to work on her desktop.

The calls alternated, bouncing the Russian  calling code between the witch's cell and the office phone that she'd never given the number to.

With her hand resting against her forehead as she went through patient files, Elora's eyes shut as her cell phone went off again. She swore verbally, snatching the device off the desk. Her eyes widened at the contact, quickly answering. "Tell me something good, Stiles."

Hesitating on the other end of the line, Stiles didn't have the response she was looking for. "Sorry, Elphaba, I can't help you there."

"Bad news?"

"Bad news. Remember William Barrow?"

El's eyebrow rose, "Bus bomber with the weird present thing, William Barrow? Of course."

"He's been spotted by campus. He escaped from the hospital when a freak thing happened during his surgery."

"Holy shit, Stiles his whole reason for walking on that bus was to kill a pack like Scott. You know that, right?"

"I didn't but I think I just peed a little."

"Do you need me to come to the school?" El sat up in her chair, able to see into Morrell's empty office. "I'm only out in Eichen."

"I-I don't actually know if he's here, but we've got half the police force searching the school," replied Stiles. "I don't want you to show up for nothing. I know you just got that job-"

"I also don't want you all dead, Stiles. Do you want me to come help?"

Stiles made a split decision, "No, no don't. I think we can handle it. But, uh, do you have access to the Beastiary?"

Elora spun her thumb along the pad of her middle finger, a flashdrive appearing in her grip. "Of course, what do you need?"

"Lydia keeps hearing flies, and with what happened with Barrow, it makes sense." Stiles audibly was alarmed, clearly stressed. "I don't know what else to do."

"Just stay safe, okay?" urged Elora. "Any new info and you call me immediately, all right? I'll do the same."

"You got it."

After exchanging goodbyes, Elora immediately opened up the digital file of the Beastiary that Chris had burned for her. "Musca," she softly said to herself.

"What are you looking up flies for?"

Elora's determined expression fell into horror, standing up from her desk sharply. She met eyes with a tall, dark haired figure leaning in the doorway of her office. "What the hell are you doing here, Charlie?"

A grin crossed the handsome man's face, idly holding his phone. "You weren't answering my calls, little sister."

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"Dad! Dad!" Stiles bolted down the outdoor stairs of the high school, rushing after the small pack of uniformed men.

Sheriff Stilinski held back at his son's voice, "Yeah?"

"You can't leave yet," said Stiles as he jogged down the flight of stairs.

Reaching the bottom, Stilinski turned. "We got an eye witness that puts Barrow by the train station."