We'd like to dedicate this chapter to our good friend, Contributor T, who has somehow managed to withstand the verbal abuse she gets from Mod R. (she also fights back, so don't worry, it's not one-sided). Happy Birthday! - Mod A
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Guest #1: I know, right? I'm so excited for Addie -R
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RAEGAN MCCALL
Bolting upright, I woke up in a cold sweat.
Another nightmare.
The pain is still as fresh in my mind as it was six years ago. I could still feel his lingering hands on me.
I quickly got up and tiptoed to the basement.
There, I put my boxing gloves on and started pounding into the bag.
To distract myself, I started replaying the events of last night in my head.
After Argent had left, we looked in and around Derek's house for Lydia for hours. We couldn't find neither Lydia nor Derek. Finally, giving up for the night, at midnight, we all had gone home.
Suddenly, two arms snaked around me.
Reflexively, I turned and flipped them onto their back with my knee to their throat.
"Ow," Scott groaned.
I quickly got off of him. "Scott! You know not to sneak up on me while I'm kickboxing!"
I pulled him to his feet, and he said, "I know, I couldn't help myself. You had a nightmare, didn't you?"
He looked at me in pity, and I turned away from him and said, "Yeah. I tried not to wake you."
"I couldn't sleep. Then I heard you go downstairs and I wanted to check on you. Do you want to talk about it?"
"No, I'm fine. Go to sleep."
"No, I'll just stay with you."
"Scott, that's really not necess-"
Turning me around, he hugged me again. "Let me stay with you."
"Fine," I whispered, reluctantly.
Letting go of me, he said, "You go back to your boxing. I'll sit on the couch."
He turned and slumped onto the couch that was facing our old, broken TV.
He gave me a sweet smile and a thumbs up.
I smiled back.
He was honestly the sweetest little brother anyone could ever ask for.
Turning around, I went back to beating the shit out of the bag.
|| Teen Wolf ||
When I was about ready to pass out from exhaustion, I took the gloves off my hands and threw them back into the corner.
I turned to the couch to find Scott soundly asleep. Walking over to him, I slumped down next to him and was out like a light.
ADELINE LAHEY
Before school started, Daddy drove me and Isaac to the cemetery to give the sheriff Isaac's statement for what had happened last night.
"Stay here," Daddy instructed me.
I nodded, and he and Isaac left the car, walking up to the sheriff.
Luckily for me, my window was down so I could hear the whole conversation.
"What's your name, son?" Sheriff asked my brother.
"It's Lahey. Isaac Lahey."
He wrote it down. "You work for your father, Isaac?"
Daddy spoke before Isaac could, "When he's not in school. Which is where he needs to be in 20 minutes."
"Yeah, I understand that," the sheriff replied, patiently. "But I've got a missing teenage girl, and our k-9 unit led us here. She's not wearing any clothes, and if she's out here tonight, and the temperature really drops-"
Isaac interrupted him, "I'm sorry, I-I didn't see anything."
"Trust me," Dad laughed, "If he saw a naked girl outside of a computer screen, he'd remember."
I wonder what that meant…
"How'd you get that black eye, Isaac?" Sheriff asked.
Oh, no. We're not supposed to tell people…
"School," Isaac lied.
"School fight?"
"Nah, lacrosse."
"Lacrosse? You play for Beacon Hills?"
"Yeah."
"My son plays for the team. Well, I mean, he-he's on the team. He doesn't typically play. Not yet, anyway. It's, uh -"
I saw Isaac look at something. I turned to see what he was looking at and saw a scary-looking guy that was wearing all black.
"Something wrong, Isaac?"
Isaac and I both turned to look back at the Sheriff.
"No. Oh, no, sorry. I was just remembering, I actually have a morning practice to get to."
"Just one more question," Sheriff said. "You guys get many grave robberies here?"
"A few. Usually, they just take stuff like jewelry."
"What'd this one take?"
"Her liver."
SAMANTHA STILINSKI
"She ate the liver?!" Scott asked.
"No, I didn't say she ate it. I just said it was missing. And you know what? Even if she did, so what? It's the most nutritious part of the body," Stiles defended.
"She couldn't have ate the liver," I said.
"Okay, smartass," Stiles turned towards me. "Tell us why?"
"I'm just saying it doesn't seem like something Lydia would do," I told Rae and Scott , ignoring my brother. "She doesn't even eat fast food, so what makes you think she would eat a liver?"
"Yeah, I agree," Scott said. "I mean, I never ate a liver."
"Yeah, right, 'cause when it comes to werewolves, you're a real model of self-control. Actually, wait - hold on. You're the test case for this, so we should be going over what happened to you," Rae objected.
"What do you mean?" Scott asked.
"She means like what was going through your mind when you were turning, you know? What were you drawn to?" I asked.
"Allison," Scott stated.
"Okay, nothing else? Seriously?" Stiles groaned.
"Nothing else mattered. But, no, that's good, though, right? 'Cause the night that Lydia was bitten, she was with you," Scott said.
"Yeah, but she was looking for - Jackson," Stiles said, as the douchebag himself ironically pulled up at that moment.
He got out of his car, smirking at us, then turned to a homeless guy that was rummaging through a trashcan. Jackson said something to him, probably insulting him, then gave him a dollar.
Typical Jackson.
I still have no idea why I fell for him.
"I'll be right back." I rummaged through my purse and found twenty dollars, then walked my way over to him.
I felt bad for the guy, so I decided to give him money because he looked really hungry. And you should be kind to people, no matter what. That's what my mother taught me, and I wanted to make her proud.
"I'm sorry that you had an encounter with Jackson," I smiled at him. "This should be enough money for you to have a meal at McDonalds."
"Thank you. You're a lifesaver," the guy said.
"No problem," I smiled.
|| Teen Wolf ||
I took my seat next to Scott in Chemistry, my least favorite class.
"Did you study for the pop quiz?" Scott asked.
"It's not really a pop quiz if you know about it beforehand," I chuckled.
"Sammy, I'm being serious," Scott groaned. "I'm literally so close to failing this class!"
"You'll be fine, Scott," I smiled, as Mr. Harris gave out the quizzes. "Plus, it's only going to be like fifteen points, I can tutor you later."
"Psst!" Stiles whispered from behind Scott.
Scott and I both turned around to see Stiles looking anxious.
"What if the next body part she steals is from someone who's still alive?" Stiles questioned.
I rolled my eyes.
"This is a pop quiz, Mr. Stilinski. If I hear your voice again, I may be tempted to give you detention for the rest of your high school career," Mr. Harris said, sternly.
"Can you do that?" Stiles asked, ever the smartass.
"Well, there it is again! Your voice. Triggering the only impulse I've ever had to strike a student repeatedly and violently. I'll see you at 3:00 for detention," he replied.
Scott and I looked at each other trying to contain our laughter. Gosh, I loved my brother so much. Watching him get in trouble was the best thing ever.
"Would you like to join him, Mr. McCall? Miss Stilinski?" said.
"We're good," Scott answered.
And not even another minute into the quiz, Jackson rushed out of the room, in a hurry.
"He was having a nosebleed," Danny explained to Mr. Harris.
I looked to Scott, frowning. But he just shrugged and went back to his quiz.
|| Teen Wolf ||
After class, Rae and I met up with Allie at her locker.
"Are you okay?" I asked, noticing Allison's gloomy face.
"I'm fine, it's just that people are talking about the funeral and-" Allison looked over to the other side of the hallway, where Harley and her friend were obviously laughing and whispering about us.
I turned to see Rae's face turn red from rage, but before she could lunge at the girls, I held her back. "Rae, don't. You're going to get in a lot of trouble."
She sighed, calming down, then gave a reassuring smile, "Fine. I just wanna talk."
And before Allison or I could stop her, she quickly approached the two girls.
We couldn't hear what she was saying, but when she was done, the two girls nervously mumbled, "Whatever," and practically ran away.
"What'd you say?" I asked when Rae came back.
"I just told them to mind their own fucking business and not gossip about shit they didn't understand."
"That's it?" I narrowed my eyes.
"Okay, fine. I may have also threatened them. Just a little."
Allison laughed, "Thanks Rae."
"It's no biggie," she shrugged. "Don't worry about them, okay?"
"Yeah Allie, trust me, don't dwell on it too much because if you do, it's going to get worse for you."
I got flashbacks from elementary school. I wasn't exactly cool kid material, and super dorky. So naturally, I got picked on. Being the person that I am, I took it to heart and I wanted to change myself because I felt like there was something wrong with me. I mean, if a person is picking on you, you think something is wrong with you and you develop a deep hatred for yourself. I ended up changing my entire personality to become friends with the bullies, which made me feel even more trapped.
Allison snapped me out of my reverie by saying, "You guys are the best friends ever."
Rae put her hand to her heart, mockingly, "Best friend?" She fake teared up, "That's the sweetest thing anyone's ever said to me!"
"Shut up," Allison rolled her eyes.
The three of us laughed.
But even though I knew Rae was joking, I could tell she was ecstatic about Allison calling her "best friend".
RAEGAN MCCALL
"Guys, creep at two o'clock."
"Who? Matt?" Sammy asked me, looking at the brown-haired boy that was taking pictures, getting closer and closer to Allison and her family. "He's probably just taking pictures for the school yearbook."
"Why would he put pictures of the funeral in the yearbook?"
Sammy just shrugged.
We were at Kate Argent's funeral. But alas, the three of us, including Scott (Stiles was in detention (I swear him and Mr. Harris were secretly dating, what with all the time Stiles was spending in detention lately)), were not invited. Which is why Scott, Sammy, and I were hiding behind a statue a few yards away.
"He stares at me all through English, even after I glare at him. He's a creep," I muttered.
"Guys, look," Scott pointed at the white-haired man who had just walked up behind Matt.
He took the camera away from him, and Matt stood up to face him. They exchanged a few words, then the old man crushed his memory card.
"Okay, I don't like Matt, but what a dick!" I exclaimed.
We all continued to watch as the old dude went up to Allison's dad and hugged him. It wasn't exactly a touchy-feely hug. It was more like for show than anything. After hugging Argent, the man went to Allison's mom and kissed both her cheeks.
"Who is that guy?" Sammy asked.
Without taking his eyes off of them, Scott replied, "Not sure, but get this; he just called Allison's dad Christopher."
"So? Mom calls me by my first name all the time."
Wait, Mom calls me.. so that means- OW! I let out a sharp breath when Stiles landed on my hand. I huffed at him and turned back to the scene. I had forgotten what I was thinking before Stiles tripped his way over here.
"Yo," Stiles greeted.
"How was Mr. Harris?" Scott asks.
"Fantastic. He sends his love."
"He's such a sweetheart," Sammy says.
"The sweetest," Stiles retorted before asking, "Who the hell's that?"
"That's what we were wondering," I murmured back, completely focused on the guy.
And as if he heard us, the old man turned to where we were hiding. We all ducked and stopped breathing for at least a second.
"It's definitely an Argent," Scott replied.
We all peeked from behind the statue and when we saw that he wasn't looking anymore, we continued to watch the scene. He appeared to be talking to Allison, but I didn't read lips or have super hearing… I looked at Scott expectantly.
He noticed and asked, "What?"
"Well don't hold out," I responded and gestured to the Argent family. "What's he saying?"
"He's her grandpa," he answered back.
Granddaddy Argent.
"Hey, you know maybe they're just here for the funeral," Stiles reasoned. "What if they're the non-hunting side of the family? There could be non-hunting Argents. It's possible, right?"
"Maybe in Narnia," I retorted.
"I know what they are. They're reinforcements," Scott told us.
Well fuc-
All of a sudden, we were grabbed from behind. Well, Scott and I were pulled by Stiles and Sammy and ended up falling to our butts. Sammy and Stiles, though, were being held by, that's right folks, our very own Padre Stilinski.
"The four of you," he said through gritted teeth. "Unbelievable." He started to walk, pulling the twins by the ears. "C'mon," he yelled to Scott and I and we swiftly followed them to Stilinski's police cruiser.
Sammy sat in the front with her dad, and I was squished in between Scott and Stiles in the back, as Stilinski listened to his radio.
"4-1-5 Adam," it said.
"I didn't copy that. Did you say 4-1-5 Adam?" he questioned.
Stiles looked at us and murmured, "Disturbance in a car."
"They were taking a heart attack victim-T.O.A. But on the way to the hospital, something hit 'em."
"W-," Stilinski continued, "Hi-Hit the ambulance?"
"Copy that. I'm standing in front of it right now. Something got in the back. There's blood everywhere. And I mean everywhere."
Stiles listened closely and moved up in almost realization.
Stilinski asked, "All right, unit 4, what's your 20?"
"Route 5 and post. I swear, I've never seen anything like this."
Stiles looked away in thought then turned to look at us. He nudged his head and motioned for us to make a run for it. And so, as quietly and quickly as we could, the three of us, having to leave Sammy since she was in the front, all clambered out of the cruiser and took off.
|| Teen Wolf ||
By the time we made it to the ambulance, it was dark outside. When we got close enough to it, we slid to the ground and noticed the inside of the truck. There was blood splattered everywhere.
"What the hell is Lydia doing?" Stiles asked tightly.
Scott replied, "I don't know."
Stiles questioned Scott softly, "What kept you from doing that? Was it Allison?"
"I hope so," he answered.
Stiles was really torn up about this whole situation and you could see it all over his face. Still, he put on a brave front, "Do you need to get closer?"
Scott closed his eyes and smelled the air. "No, I got it." As he made to move, Stiles grabbed his shirt. We both looked at him in confusion.
"Just- I just need you to find her," Stiles told him, pleaded with him. "All right? Please, just-just find her." At his heartbroken voice and expression, I gripped his shoulder and Scott replied with a slight nod, "I will." With that said, he took off, leaving Stiles and I alone.
"Hey," I called to Stiles.
He looked at me.
"We're going to find her," I told him. "She's Lydia Martin, we have to find her."
He smiled slightly and wiped at his eyes. "Yeah, come on. Better make an appearance before we drive my dad insane."
"I think he's immune to us by now," I countered with a smile.
We walked out of the forest and onto the pavement. Almost immediately, Stilinski spotted us. He swiftly made his way towards us and smacked Stiles for running off, saying how unbelievable we are. And then a smug Sammy walked up beside him, which caused a noise of protest from Stiles.
"Why'd you bring Sammy?! You never let me go on calls with you!"
Sammy smirked, "I guess I'm just better at persuasion than you are."
"No," Stiles glared. "It's because you're Daddy's Little Girl."
"You wanna be Daddy's Little Girl, Stiles?" I laughed.
Now it was my turn to be glared at. "Who's side are you on?"
I put my hands up, "Hey, I'm Switzville."
Sammy and Stiles started arguing over each other but, thankfully, Stilinski quieted them with a loud, "Settle down!"
As Stilinski started lecturing us, Stiles noticed something. I followed his line of vision and my jaw dropped.
There was Lydia. Scratch that, there was the naked Lydia standing in the clearing of trees.
She looked lost, almost like she didn't know what the hell was going on. Hell, I didn't even know what was going on.
"Lydia?" Stiles murmured, as if he didn't believe it was her.
She continued to look lost and shook from the temperature.
Stiles called out to her again, but she didn't even look up. Soon, the entire police force was looking at her, but she just didn't seem to notice. Stiles tried once more, "Lydia!"
She finally snapped out of her gaze and noticed everyone. "Well," she started," Is anyone going to give me a coat?!"
And there's the Lydia we all know and - mostly - love.
Then everyone seemed to notice that she was, in fact, naked and averted their eyes out of respect. Stiles seemed to realize that his crush since the third grade was standing naked in front of him and he basically broke down. He pawed at his dad's jacket before falling to the floor.
"Jesus Christ," Sammy exclaimed. She took off her jacket and ran over to Lydia, trying to cover her.
Well, mission accomplished - we had found Lydia.
Actually, she found us.
I mean, yeah we looked and Scott - wait, hold on a second. Scott supposedly had her scent, but Lydia's here and Scott's not, so…
Who exactly did Scott go after?
Authors' Notes (brace yourself -R):
We finally finished this chapter! It took forever but oh well. We should be able to update more often after next week is over, so don't worry we're never going to leave. Anyways, since Mod A ranted about Mod R, it's my turn now. So Mod R says that she thinks AP Exams are like regular exams and I honestly was so close to losing it. She missed 15 days of school in total and if Mod A and I did that, we would absolutely be screwed because we have the worst English teacher ever, who takes pleasure in failing people. Meanwhile, all of our other friends have the easy teachers and THEY COMPLAIN ABOUT THE STUPIDEST THINGS! Mod A and I are the only ones in our friend group that know the pain of English. Anyways, my rant is over. So if it's not too much please leave a like/favorite and a comment/review (especially a comment because we love reading people's reactions). Hope you have a nice day. P.S: All of us have an insult-based friendship don't be alarmed.
- Mod S
Lol, preach it Mod S. Our English teacher is literally the worst. He made us lose interest in reading! Reading! I am proud to say that I'm a hardcore bookworm, but he made me DISLIKE READING! (he ships Harry and Hermione too! And doesn't like Ron! What kind of monster?! - Mod S) He is a monster! Anyway, I also want to dedicate this chapter to Contributor T, who has somehow managed to withstand the verbal abuse she gets from Mod R. Happy Birthday!
- Mod A
Okay, first of all; I said you get stressed about all exams. Second, everybody's always fucking calling me out. I'm shaking my goddamn head. Third, I don't think anybody actually cares about these long-ass author's notes. Fourth, fucking Contributor T (aka Trina, the bitch who made slut jokes about me a few chapters ago) is a literal bitch (oh, happy birthday!). And I'm done. See you all in a couple of weeks!
- Mod R
Also btw if you guys are still reading (no one's reading -R), I would like to formally apologize because y'all must be confused as fuck and scarred for life. You're probs lucky that you don't know us in real life. Plus, AP exams are more stressful than regular exams so yeah I'm done lol (oh, fuck off -R) Happy bday Contributor T!
- Mod S (again)