**COMPLETED**
Odette Alarie live in Europe all her life until one summer when her cousin and uncle came to visit. When they left to go home, she came along with them. She knew the history of the town, but she wasn't prepared for how bad it actually...
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(During flashbacks ⬆️)
Chapter Five ⊚ Frayed ⊚
"Yo, Scotty! Hey, yo! Scotty? Still with me?" Stiles said making Scott start paying attention to Stiles again, "Yeah, sorry. Uh, what's the word?" He asked and Stiles Stiles looks down at a vocabulary app on his tablet, "Anachronism."
"Something that exists our of its normal time."
"Nice! Okay, next word-- "incongruous."
"Uh, can you use it in a sentence?"
"Yes. Yes, I can! It's completely incongruous that we're sitting on a bus right now, on our way to some stupid cross-country meet, after what just happened. Incongruous." Stiles says as he looks over the seat to momentarily glanced over the seat at Odette, who sat in front of them reading. "Out of place, ridiculous, absurd." Scott said making Stiles nod.
"Perfect. Okay, next word. Um... Darach. Darach. It's a noun?" Stiles says slowly making Scott give him a look, "We have to talk about it sometime, okay? And we're gonna be stuck in this thing for, like, five hours, so why not?" Stiles said and Scott just turns to the window and the passing landscape. "Next word... Intransigent."
"Stubborn, obstinate." Scott says and then the bus hits a bump making him sits up with a gasp, catching Odette's attention making her turn to them. "Oh, buddy, you okay?" Stiles asked and Scott nods, but with a pained expression.
"We shouldn't have come. I knew it- we shouldn't have come." Stiles said while shaking his head, "We had to. There's safety in numbers." Scott said making Stiles scoff slightly, "Yeah, well, there's also death in numbers, okay? It's called a massacre.. or bloodbath...Carnage... Slaughter...Butchery... Wow, that's..." He trails off when he notices Scott barely listening, chest rising with labored breaths. "All right, I'm telling Coach that-"
"No, no, no, no, I'm all right." Scott said making Odette raise her brows, "Well, you don't look all right! Would you just let me see it?" Stiles asked and Scott shook his head, "I'm okay.." he said. "Just let us see it." Stiles said and a reluctant nod, Scott lifts his shirt to reveal slash marks crusted in blood over his torso. Dark bruises surround each painful-looking wound.
