Author's Note: I am so so so so so sorry everyone! I had no idea college would be so damn time consuming! Every day there was a mountain of homework and then another few hours of non stop studying! I'm off for the summer now so I will work very hard to advance the story (and hopefully finish it) this summer!

I took a creative writing class this last semester and I think it might help me in my writing so hopefully that will improve the whole story!

This chapter is not long at all. It advances the plot maybe only a few hours after we left off and once again leaves off at a small cliff hanger. I apologize for this but I felt I needed to get something out to you guys just to show I have no intention of abandoning it and will be working on it again!

You might want to reread the last few chapters just in case you don't remember what's going on! Thank you all for being so patient with me!

Avery

There are moments in life where everything moves slower, like time has slowed down just for us. Like the world decided to take a break from spinning, and watch what's unfolding before it.

It could be when you score your first lacrosse goal, or when you're in a room about to take the SAT and wondering why your future depends on one stupid standardized test. These moments can happen when you're seven years old, your parents are fighting again and you realize you're watching the end of their marriage and the end of your family.

Moments like these can be good or they can be bad, and sometimes they aren't good or bad, they're just slow and hollow. In my experience, the good ones end too soon and the bad ones just linger for what seems like forever. But the worst moments are when you're not feeling anything, everything is just passing by you. And you're stuck feeling just as slow and hollow as those moments are.

"Alright, so who's the lookout?" Stiles asks in a whisper from out spot hidden in the bushes behind the police station. The lot where my car is being held is just past one of the tallest chain fences I have ever seen.

I look over at Scott who stares back at me. Simultaneously, we both look back at Stiles, whose eyes glaze over in annoyance. "No, no, no, no, no. I refuse to be Robin this time. Not when you get to be Batman and Catwoman." Stiles looks between Scott and I begrudgingly.

Scott looks over to the fence and sighs, "Stiles, you won't be able to make it over a fence that high."

"I'm the whole reason we're here, so I'm definitely not sitting out." I chime in.

Stiles narrows his eyes and runs his tongue along the inside of his cheek. "Scott, you're being lookout this time." Scott opens his mouth to argue, but Stiles holds up a finger and cuts him off, "Dude, no arguing, you owe me." Scott thinks it over for a second before he sighs, "Fine. But what are you going to do about the fence?"

"Dude, relax." Stiles says.

I look back at the fence and find the back door of the fence chained and held together by a formidable looking lock. "I guess I could climb it and break the lock?" I suggest, but Stiles doesn't answer, he's too focused on a cop that appears around the corner of the building holding a flashlight. "Does he know we're here? Stiles, did we trigger a motion sensor or something?" I ask in a slight panic.

Stiles calmly positions himself further behind a bush, "No, that's just Lenny. He does as perimeter check every hour and a half or so."

I let out a deep breath, "Okay, so after he leaves, we go in, right?" Stiles nods and hold a finger to his lips, signaling me to be quiet. I nod and realize I'm not completely concealed by the bushes, so I press myself closer to Scott, who shuffles over a tiny bit to give me more room.

As Lenny moves closer to the back of the building, he steps out of the lights from the front of the building and the only part of him I can see is the flashlight in his hand. I squint through the bushes and try to focus on his shape, but I just can't seem to make out his form.

I remember those times that I changed, my sight was crystal clear. The blood red seemed to help in the dark, everything was just shades of red instead of the usual blinding black that came with staring off into the night.

I close my eyes, take a deep breath, dig my fingers into the earth, and try to focus on my eyesight. I think about darkness, about utter blindness, and something amazing happens. I can feel something shift in my eyes, and when I open them again, everything is red.

I almost laugh with excitement, but I see Lenny turn towards the bushes and shine the light in our direction. Even with the light shining in my face through the bushes, I can clearly make out his bored expression and slouched posture. I can even smell the scent of old coffee on his breath as the breeze carries it to my nose.

I feel my teeth pricking the inside of my lip and smile; I'm getting better at this. Maybe I don't even need Derek's help. Here I am, controlling my abilities and taking care of my problems without him.

An uneasy feeling overtakes me at the thought of Derek and I can't tell if it's regret or anger, so I just push it out of my mind. If he hadn't decided to suddenly do a 360 on me then I wouldn't need to break the law and put my case at risk just to carry out a task he promised to help me with. This is something I have to do.

I suddenly feel Scott's eyes on me and I turn to look at him; even through the red hue of my vision, I can tell his eyes are brighter than they should be, meaning he's mid shift just as I am. It occurs to me then that he thought I was going to lose it and turn into crazy killer mode like I almost did on the lacrosse field with Jackson. Can't say I blame him.

Lenny slowly makes his way around the perimeter of the chain link fence, taking his time with heavy and slightly dragging footfall. I can hear his heart beat even and steady as he does his lap, and for a moment I marvel at the abilities I have now.

When Lenny disappears behind the front of the building, I look at Stiles. "Alright, so it's you and me then?" I ask.

He looks directly at Scott but speaks to me, "Yes," he keeps eye contact as he shuffles out of the bushes, "this time I'm Batman."

I follow his lead as we approach the fence. "So, what? I climb over, bust the lock, then open the door for you?" Stiles looks at me like I'm a complete idiot.

"No! What is this, a spy kid movie?" he laughs for a minute before pulling a key out of his pocket and holding it between us. "This is our way in." I look at the key, give a small laugh to hide my mild embarrassment and make a small noise of acknowledgement.

We make it to the gate quickly and I make sure to keep listening closely to everything going on inside the building, just to make sure no one comes out around the back. The inside of the police department is a jumble of voices, phone calls, papers shifting, and a couple angry people locked in one of the back cells of the department.

It's hard to keep everything from getting jumbled together, but I do my best to focus on the perimeter of the building and ensuring that I hear anyone coming or going. I look back towards Scott and whisper, "If you hear or see anything we don't, just howl."

I listen and hear his response, "You got it."

Stiles finishes unlocking the door and pulls it open with a smug little chuckle. I smile a bit and walk past him and inside the fenced in lot full of cars. Some are intact and some are wrecked. As I look across the lot, I breathe in deeply, pulling in the scents coming off of the cars around me.

I catch the slightest whiff of my body spray that I wear on special occasions, the same spray I was wearing on the night of my accident. The smell is masked by the scent of old, dried blood.

I follow the smell, vaguely aware Stiles' presence. My mind shuts off; I'm only following my instincts now. I catch sight of my smashed car at the front of the lot, extremely close to the back door of the building. Judging by the spider webs that have accumulated in the corner of the doorway, it doesn't look like this door gets much use.

I approach the passenger side of the car, the side completely smashed and destroyed from the impact with the tree. I reach out toward the small pieces of glass that are the remains of the passenger window. Curling my hand around the jagged glass and holding onto the door, I take a deep breath and close my eyes.

Author's Note: Okay so like I said, not long or fulfilling but I needed to get myself flowing after being away for so long! I'll get started on the next chapter right away and hopefully get it out to you guys within the next couple days! Stick with me and we'll get back into things! :)