Chapter 2: Killing Flowers
This seemed a peaceful way to die. And it would have been, if not for Allison.
"Lydia- LYDIA," the Hunter's husky shout was immediately swallowed up by the blackness of the night. "Lydia… oh my God… Lydia…" Allison had no idea what else to say- 'Lydia' continued to fall out of her mouth like rain from dark clouds. The night air was thick with the smell of rotting, burning flesh, but it wasn't Lydia's skin that smelled this way. There was no time, though, to play detective- Lydia looked too pale. The way the blood ran down her cheeks was grotesque; as was the way she was spread out on the floor. She needed to be in a hospital bed- or rather, her own bed- not here.
"Lydia… can you hear me? Lydia… don't you dare close your eyes," Allison hissed, frantic for an answer. This was her friend, the first friend she had made in Beacon Hills. Even though they had spent so little time together in the grand scheme of things, Allison had grown extremely close to Lydia. It was silly, but she had become protective of Lydia- she had to save this wonderful, beautiful, frightfully intelligent girl from all the evils of the supernatural world. Lydia couldn't fend for herself, that much was obvious. She needed Allison if she was going to survive.
"I'm picking you up now, okay? I'm… I'm gonna take you to Scott, and Stiles, and we'll drive you to the hospital, okay?" It was apparent to Allison, now, that Lydia didn't know what was happening- she didn't move at all. She didn't blink, she didn't swallow, and she was in fact hyperventilating. Lydia was panicking. But she had to be taken to help.
Slowly, Allison slid her arms under Lydia- one under the bend in her legs, the other under her shoulders. She looked so small, smaller than she usually was, in Allison's arms. The way her head lolled away from Allison's chest, the way her eyes stared blankly up at the sky- it made her look so small, so desperate for aid.
Allison didn't stop running until she saw Roscoe's headlights, until Stiles and Scott sprinted out to meet her, until Lydia's limp form was taken from her arms.
