Hello everyone in the Fan Fiction Community! I am not new here, but this is the first Fan Fiction I have ever posted on this sight…..or on any site for that matter. Anyway on to the disclaimer.
I do not own Teen Wolf the TV show or any of the Characters. So don't sue me, I have no money nor do I have the desire to be incarcerated.
Now enjoy. As stated on my profile I will take both good and bad criticism. I even accept flames.
The first two chapters really won't have any of the Teen Wolf cast in it. Especially the first chapter. It is just used to introduce the oc and set the stage for the rest of the story.
This is the end of my long winded rant. On to the fic.
P.S. The next two or three chapters should be up today and tomorrow.
P.P.S. If someone would like to beta this for me I will love them forever.
P.P.P.S. Sorry for any errors and mistakes. I am not the best editor. Just let me know if anything is really bad.
Oh and here is the full summary.
THIS IS A RE-POST!
Abigail and Mercedes got to Beacon Hills to visit Mercedes' sick grandmother. Everything is fine until Abigail goes missing. Being the awesome friend she is, Mercedes jumps into action immediately. She goes to the police station and reports her missing, but no one seems to care. So she searches on her own. Soon other people start to disappear. One of them being Scott McCall. Teaming up in an unlikely partnership Mercedes, Stiles and the Pack search for their missing friends. In the process they stumbles upon an evil plot that could not only kill them all but destroy the whole town.
There's no such thing as "Normal" Anymore
A Teen Wolf Fanficton
Chapter One: Stupid Trees
~.~Violet~.~
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Abigail pulls the camera away a small smile on her face. Looking at the screen, her smile widens seeing the clear and perfect image on display.
At first, when Sadie asked her to come to California with her for the summer, she didn't hesitate to agree. It's California! The Golden State! Disneyland! She's never been to Disneyland!
But Sadie didn't tell her they were going to visit an old sickly relative. Which isn't so bad, except, her relative lives in Beacons Hills, California.
A boring small town.
A boring small town nowhere near Disneyland.
To say that Abigail had been disappointed is a major understatement. In retrospect, she probably should have asked more questions besides what day they would be leaving. But Sadie made no move to correct her when she ranted and raved for days about going to Disneyland. So she places all blame on her tiny friend. It had taken three days of Sadie begging, apologizing, and bribing, before Abigail forgave the shorter girls deception.
Beacon Hills isn't all bad, Abigail has to admit. It's no Disneyland, but the atmosphere is…different. Quiet and clean and peaceful with something …mysterious. So unlike the loud polluted hustle and bustle of the big city. And the trees. Abigail has always had an unusually high love for nature, so the abundance of forestry is definite plus if one looks on the bright side. This optimistic outlook would explain why, even though she is a horrible photographer, she is wondering threw the forest taking pictures.
Letting the camera fall around her neck, and shouldering her bag, Abigail treks farther into unfamiliar land.
"Ahh! This is soo nice. So warm and sunny. This isn't so bad…" she trails off and blank look on her face. "Sadie can never know that I'm actually enjoying myself. She'll never let me live it down….speaking of Sadie…" Reaching into the pocket of her shorts, she pulls out her cell.
"Aww Damnit! It's dead" She frowns "…how long have I been out here?" Looking at her trusty watch, her eyes almost pop out her head when she sees the time.
"Six hours! Yeesh! Time really flies. Guess I should get back before…well she's already freaking out, I've been gone for six hours and she hasn't heard a word from me. Hopefully she isn't too mad…" Violet's voice trails off as she suddenly realizes she has NO idea where she is. The blank, slightly exasperated expression returns.
"Aaannnd I'm lost….aaannnd my cell is dead….F- my life" she groans loudly.
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Three hours and no sign of civilization. Nothing but trees, trees, and more flipping trees! The insects and animals skitter and scurry across the leaf covered ground. The sun is setting, darkening the already shaded area. Abigail's initial anxiety has now escalated into full blown fear. Her throat is sore from calling and screaming for help. Her arms and legs have shallow cuts from the sharp thorn vines and branches. Her legs and feet ache from the constant walking.
Tears of distress fall down her face. Stopping near a large oak, Abigail looks around the darkening forest, a feeling of extreme hopelessness curling in her chest.
"I just wanted to take some stupid pictures of some stupid trees." She cries softly, slumping against the tree. "I swear if I make it out of here I will never-." A large gloved hand claps over her mouth, cutting her off. Abigail's eyes widen and her heart stops. An arm wraps around her waist pulling her back against a hard body.
"Got another one boss." A deep male voice says. There is the crackle of a radio or walkie-talkie.
"Bring it in then and be quick about it." A distorted voice snaps back. The male huffs.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah…ya uppity bitch…" he mutters, tightening his hold on a shell shocked Abigail. Instinct kicks in. She flails and kicks wildly, struggling against the iron clad hold. She bites down hard on the hand and even threw the glove she can feel the skin break. Her assailant roars, pulling the now injured hand away from her mouth. A scream tears from her throat, echoing through the darkness.
"Let me go! Let go!" Abigail continues to thrash violently, flinging her head back, she head-butts him in the chin. He stumbles back, his hold on her weakened. Knowing this is her only chance to escape, Abigail scrambles forward. Her bag falls, unnoticed to the forest floor.
"Help! Somebody! Anybody! Please help me!" She screams, fresh tears falling down her face. The male huff angrily behind her.
She runs.
She runs as fast as she can.
Wanting to put as much distance between that man and her as possible.
Several yards in front of her Abigail sees a blurry silhouette. Through her pain filled haze she realizes that she lost her contacts. But that is irrelevant.
There is help.
Right in front of her.
Just a few yards away.
The blurry shadow rushes towards Abigail and relief threatens to drown her. She isn't able to relish it, however. Once the shadow is close enough, it plants its fist in her stomach. Abigails breathe catches in her throat. Pain radiates in her abdomen and vomit rises, spilling past her parted lips.
"AH! Gross! You got puke on my new boots you stupid cunt!" An annoyed female snaps. She is suddenly dropped to the ground. Landing in the leaves and her own vomit, Abigail lies there immobile. A boot clad foot collides with her side. Several ribs give against the leather. Abigail gasps and sobs violently.
"Good you caught her" The male pants, finally arriving. The new assailant scoffs at him.
"You are so useless. I have no idea why the Boss keeps you around."
"Shut up. The little bitch is a fighter and fast" Another kick is delivered to her side. Blood fills Abigails mouth. She can feel herself losing consciousness.
"Well she's not fighting anymore, thanks to me. Now, come on we have to get her back before the Boss gets angry."