Ch. 98 - GENOTYPE

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Chapter Ninety-Eight ⚔ Genotype ⚔

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Chapter Ninety-Eight
Genotype

Malia, Blake and Lydia walk into the hospital morgue and Blake instantly goes over and opens the cubby that contains Halwyn's body in a black body bag. She glanced at Malia and Lydia before unzipping the bag. He looks just as he did when he was shot and killed by Monroe. A large bullet wound is in the center of his head, and his chest is covered in claw gashes from his battle with Liam.

"Well, it's still here. Still dead. What else were we supposed to do?" Malia asked and Lydia sighed, "Figure out how a Hellhound led us into the woods to find another faceless body while being technically dead." Lydia said and Malia raised her eyebrows.

"Technically?" She asked and Blake  nodded, "I don't think we would have been led out there if he was fully dead. Well, maybe I would since I see spirits but Lydia, no." Blake said and Malia made a face as she glanced down at the body. "I don't think we  should be hanging out here waiting for him to spring back to life." She said.

"We don't have to wait if we can figure out how he was able to reach us." Lydia said and Malia raised an eyebrow, "How do we do that?" She asked and Blake looked down at him and shrugged slightly, "We're just going to have to ask him."

Lydia lays still on a steel autopsy table with her eyes closed and her hands folded over her abdomen. Her head is inches away from Halwyn's in his autopsy cubby. Blake on the other hand sat on the ground next to Halwyn with her eyes closed.

After a moment, Malia, who was crouched down in front of Blake, peeks her head up by Lydia and Halwyn's heads. "Anything yet?" She asked making Lydia's eyes fly open, and she rolls them irritably before she responds in a terse tone of voice, "As opposed to when you asked three minutes ago? No." She said before groaning and standing to her feet.

"Ugh. It's not working." Lydia said, "This kind of thing takes time." Blake said, finally opening her eyes but not getting up. "Maybe you should touch him?" Malia suggested and Lydia scoffed and rolls her eyes again, "That's ridiculous. There's no way-" She started to say but Malia grabs her hand and plants it on Halwyn's arm making Blake cringe slightly before standing up.

"Anything?" Malia asked Lydia made a face, clearly not happy about touching a corpse, "Nothing." She said. Malia grabs Lydia's hand and places it on Halwyn's clawed-up chest, "What about now?" She asked. Lydia makes a noise of disgust, clearly grossed out, and rolls her neck as Malia holds her hand down, "Nope."

Malia takes Lydia's hand and places it on Halwyn's chin this time, much to Lydia's exasperation, "Now?" She asked as Blake chuckled when Lydia gave her a look. Lydia, who has clearly had enough, yanks her hand away from Halwyn and Malia and gives her a look, "Okay, stop."

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