▪︎𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳
𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦,
𝗜'𝗱 𝗱𝗶𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘁
𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂.
in which an ordinary girl soon finds out that she's not as ordinary as she once thought, all while trying to hide her f...
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♡ 𝙩𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪♡ 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘦
sweet, sweet horror
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───
DALLAS GARCIA dashed away from the creature, her taser gripped tightly in her hand. The Alpha easily chased after her. Like a game of cat and mouse, the brunette scurried through twists and turns of the hallways. The thumping of her heartbeat in her ears was the only audible sound.
"I'm not dying here, not at school." she heard Stiles mutter from down the hall. She wasn't sure if the animal was still behind her, but she ran regardless.
She slid into the hallway that was littered with windows from the floor up, letting out a few ragged breaths and leaning against the wall.
"We're not going to die - Dallas?" Scott furrowed his eyebrows at the panting brunette. Stiles's eyes shot up and let out a breath of relief.
"Uh, hey guys," she mumbled out awkwardly, blowing a strand of brown hair out of her face.
"Oh, thank god." Stiles ran a hand over his buzzcut. "Next time, don't run directly towards the predator, Dallie."
She shot him an offended look. "Oh, I'm sorry. Was I supposed to stop and listen to you two chat first?"
"Guys-"
"Yes, stay where I can protect you!-"
"-I don't need your protection, Stiles!"
"Guys!" He broke the two's disagreement and kept his stare locked out the window. Dallas approached the boys before she and Stiles glanced at what Scott had his eyes trained on.
On the roof of the building outside, the furry humanoid crouched beside a large pillar. It stood watching the three before dashing along the roof and aiming for them. The trio sped in the other direction before the Alpha crashed against the windows, falling into the hallway.
In front of the school, Jackson helped Allison out of his silver Porsche as he took a long glimpse at the school. "What're they doing here, anyway?"
Allison stared down at her phone puzzledly. "All I got was this," she mumbled, showing her phone to Jackson.
'Meet me at the school. URGENT. -Scott.'
"They lock the doors at night, you know?" Lydia spoke through the window at her two friends before Allison disproved her.
"That ones open." she pointed to the open door that had Stiles's cab yellow boltcutters holding it open.
"You don't need me to state the obvious, right?" Jackson quizzed, turning to the girl who shrugged.
"That it looks like they broke into the school?" She tucked a strand of curly brown hair behind her ear and crossed her petite arms. "No, pretty obvious."
