It had to be about ten minutes already. Lydia has grown impatient and was stepping around Allison who was just sitting on the ground silently.

"Aren't they gone for too long?" Lydia voiced her thoughts.

"What?" Allison raised her head, waking up from her daze.

"I am saying that they are gone for a long time, aren't they?" Lydia repeated, squatting down to meet Allison's eyes.

"I guess," she shrugged, avoiding Lyida's gaze.

"Jesus, Allison, get yourself together. We are in a forest alone. We should look for somebody. This is weird."

"It hasn't been so long, stop stressing," Allison suddenly said. "What do you want to do? Go find the tribe yourself?"

"I don't know... maybe? We should do something."

"I don't know, Lyds. I would stay put... It could make the fang angry."

"I think he's already angry with us. At least with your family... you had him imprisoned."

"Are you taking his side?" Allison sounded shocked and stood up rapidly. "He's a monster!"

"Don't scream at me, Al... I am just saying – if I were him, I'd be pissed too."

"Hm. You still love him, don't you?"

"...You mean Stiles?"

"Who else?"

"I don't know, Allison... Everything is so fucked up."

"So you do, huh?" She said disappointingly. "Well, don't let yourself get tricked then. He's definitely not a saint. The only thing protecting us is his lack of mojo."

"Do you really think he'd hurt us if he–"

"Yeah! God, Lyds... He doesn't care for anything."

"Well, he obviously does for his brother–"

"As if that would be relevant..."

"Shh, did you hear that?" Lydia said suddenly, noticing a cracking sound from their right.

"Probably the shithead coming back," Allison said angrily but there was visible worry in her eyes at these words.

It wasn't Stiles however, nor Credence with Thomas. It seemed to be natives who weren't happy with the presence of the girls.

Within minutes, they found themselves in the tribe, tied down to a tree next to a small wooden house which seemed to serve as a shelter for the goats.

What was Allison at least a bit excited about was her cousin tied up next to them, however he seemed unconscious.

The girls tried talking to him and Allison tried to reach him with her foot, but he wasn't close enough.

"Try to find some stone so we can cut these through," Lydia whispered.

"This isn't a movie, Lyds..."

"Gosh, just try."

The girls tried to finger something sharp so they could rescue themselves.

They weren't getting any attention from the villageres because for some reason, they were busy with something else in the far back.

"Shit, I think I got something," Allison squealed happily at Lydia who nodded at her with a smile.

"Grea-" her words were cut of by what she suddenly noticed.

"Oh my god," she exhaled.

"What?" Allison asked, her attention mainly at her wrists.

"Just look," Lydia said, her eyes open wide in disbelief.

Allison raised her head to look at what Lydia's eyes have been locked to. And there they were, Credence and Stiles, tied by their wrists and ankles to two tall trunks, serving as a shooting target. That's why all the villagers have been there. They've been shooting arrows and knives at them for fun.

"Fuck," Allison said breathlessly.

"Why just them?" Lydia wondered.

"They need to know who they are," Allison said and continued to cut off the rope on her wrists faster.

"Shit, shit, this doesn't look good. We gotta do something!"

"We gotta get the fuck outta here, Lyds," Allison said.

"What about them?"

"What about them? They are getting what they deserve – oh, no way, I cut it... it has to be the adrenalin."

Allison quickly moved to her ankles and freed them in seconds with her both hand being now out of the restrains.

It didn't take long before Lydia was free, too. The tribers apparently didn't do a good job with the ropes, but that was understandable with having such a show going on there.

Lydia started to shake with Tommy to wake him up whilst Allison took care of the ropes.

"Wh– where am I?" Tommy asked tiredly.

"We are escaping, get it together," Allison ordered and helped him up.

"Common, we gotta go," Allison urged and looked at Lydia who took a few steps closer to the crowd, counting how many arrows are already in Stiles' limbs.

"He's not going to survive this," she whispered, feeling tears flowing down her cheeks.

"That's a good thing, now, come," Allison said, now with a more strict tone.

For a moment, Lydia could have sworn that Stiles looked at her, directly into her eyes and his lips turned into something which could have resembled a smile. Lydia felt Allison's hand pulling her away.

Even though, Lydia was backing away from it all, she still stared at that gruesome scene and then, out of nowhere – an arrow flew directly between Stiles' eyes.

Lydia gasped loudly, covering her mouth with her hand immediately.

"Fucking hell, hurry up," Thomas took Lydia by her other hand and they started running. Running away into the woods, leaving Stiles and Credence to their deaths.