"You can use factorial notation and your calculator to find entries in Pascal's triangle. So, the number of ways of choosing r items from a group of n items is written as nCr or (n/r ) or as nCr = (n/r ) = n! / r !(n − r)!. Now, the r th entry in the nth row of Pascal's triangle is given by n − 1Cr − 1 = (n − 1 / r − 1)-"
"n − 1Cr − 1 = (n − 1 / r − 1)" Sara mumbled to herself, tapping her pen against her book. She was rather bored. Mason was busy jotting down all the notes from the board at the back of the classroom. Hayden or Liam weren't in this class, but Sara noticed that one of the boys from the Sinema club a few weeks ago, Cody or something sitting in the in the third row.
Casual friends of hers, Aria, Thea and Nawal were on either end. Aria nearly biting the end of her pencil clean off the more Mrs Flemming spoke. Behind her Josh, and his friends. Usually, class was far more lively, mostly due to Josh passing notes or some kind of background chatter that remained even when Ms Flemming was talking.
But not today. Today was quiet. Somber almost. Like the events of the previous days lay over all of them, rather than just the pack. The lights flickered above her, making a cracking sound drowned by the scratching of chalk.
"First question, if the probability of throwing exactly 10 heads when a fair coin is tossed 20 times is given by (20/10 ) 0.520 . We can calculate the probability and describe the likelihood of this occurring-."
The lights flickered violently. Josh coughing loudly behind her. Sara turned around, watching Josh wipe his hand over his brow, before putting his finger into his mouth, quietly sucking it like one would a lollipop. For a second, she swore she saw a flicker of blue light in his fingers.
Sara bit her lower lip. 'Look for anything suspicious.' That's what Scott said. That was a bit weird, but suspicious?
"-Anyone? Mmm?" Ms. Flemming said. "Come on, I'm not going to ask again." she said casting an eye over the class. "Josh."
Come to think of it….Josh sat at the end of the classroom, near the plug point…
"Josh." Mrs Flemming repeated, folding her arms. One of Josh's friends that sat next to him, poked him hard in the ribs. Josh sat up straight. "Yeah?"
"Are you paying attention?" Mrs Flemming asked. Sara eyes drifting to the lights, which started to flicker more rapidly now. Josh blinked, his fairly confident demeanor, almost reserved. Distracted. "Sorry, Mrs Flemming," Josh mumbled. "It wont happen again."
Mrs Flemming pursed her lips. "It better not." she said firmly. "Andrea? Could you try the sum on the board, please."
The flickering light relaxed slightly. Mrs Flemming sighing. "Gotta get that fixed."
Was she being paranoid? Maybe. But after a two more classes with Josh, each accompanied with their strange electrical issues, and unnatural silence and disinterest with his friends. She had a feeling she'd found the next chimera.
"I don't know, dude. Everyone at Devenford's pretty abnormal to me." Brett said, watching Liam prep himself to score.
"I really wonder what is normal to you," Sara mused, leaning back against the bleaches, watching the girls soccer practice. It had been a year since she played. She'd been on the school team at her old school, but since Coach's leave of absence and the constant threat of death over her head, she thought she'd take a bit of a break.
"Don't we all, Baby-doll."
"Ugh." Sara said, light swatting Brett on the arm. Mason smiled. "All right. What else is there to look for? There's heightened strength, smell, hearing, speed…" he listed.
"Uh, able to see in the dark." Brett added.
"Glowing eyes. Eyes that reflect the light. Visible scorpion stingers protruding out of limbs?" Mason said. Brett smirked. "Yeah. Or three foot lizard tails."
"Don't forget flame-resistant, hearing dead people's voices, having like a thousands mouths and fangs in your hands-Oooh," Sara said, making a face when the goalkeeper for Liam was fell back into the goal. "That's gotta hurt."
Brett made an 'ouch' face. "What's up with those two?"
"Sixth grade." Mason said. "That's not the best year for Liam's anger management issues. There was a... This fight in the hallways. Liam and this other guy. Hayden sort of accidentally walked into it." Mason said, opening up the school yearbook on his phone. "And this is her yearbook photo."
"Ah, damn." Brett winced. "Yeah. Ow. What did she do to him?"
"That." Sara said, holding out her phone with Hayden's yearbook photo. Brett and Mason laughed. "Yeah, laugh now," Sara said with a smile, tucking her phone back into her pocket. "Hated each other since then, never hear the end of it from both of them."
"Does anyone here have asthma? Anyone got an inhaler?" someone yelled, running out onto the field. Sara got up, watching Liam race into back into the school. "Brett-"
"It's Scott." he said. She was moving before she knew it, jumping down from the bleaches. racing down the stairs after Liam. The hallways was packed with students, Sara pushing past most of them, to get to Scott's lockers. The crowd thinned slightly, when she reached his locker. Liam struggling with the locker combination.
"Its 3101, left hand side at the back-" Sara gasped. Liam unlocking the lock, racing with the inhaler into Mrs Finch's classroom. Closing the locker, pushing past the crowd of people that had gathered out of the classroom. "Move, move, move!" Sara snapped, pushing past a few people. "Scott?"
Scott was still gasping, shaking his inhaler taking a puff. Liam holding tightly onto his shoulder. Sara rushed in bending down, gently touching Scott's shoulder. "You alright, Scott?" she mumbled, helping him to his feet.
Scott shook his inhaler, taking another deep blow from it. "Yeah, yeah, I'm alright." he wheezed.
The lights continued to flicker, all though her English class, and Josh…it looked like he was eating it. The electricity that it. She didn't know what supernatural creature did that, but she didn't feel has confident to find out by herself.
With the others in class and Mason elsewhere (probably in the library or out on the fields with Brett again) Sara decided to attempt to track down Malia or Lydia. "Hey, Ma-" Sara attempted spotting Malia down the hall slipping into the weights room. "Malia!" she called, jogging after her down the corridor.
"-you've got something else in mind, I'm okay with that, too."
"Hey, Mal-" Sara paused.
Ok. This was awkward.
Malia had pinned down Theo by use of the weights he'd been doing, causes the weight to remain stiff in place, causes it to creak and crack, and even from where she stood, she could see the metal almost mold into Malia's fingers. Theo was also shirtless. Not that it really mattered, but somehow it added to the awkwardness of the whole situation.
"Ah-Am I intrup-I can come back later-" Sara said, her hand already making for the doorknob.
"Just leaving." Malia grunted, her eyes still fixated on Theo, releasing the weights. Sara flinching at the loud bang. "No, wai-I-wa" Sara started, but Malia already stormed out, slamming the door behind her. "Nevermind." Sara mumbled, awkwardly hovering by the door.
"Do wanna- should I just-" Sara said, gesturing between the door and Theo not feeling it safe to really look at him. For some reason, she felt rather trapped like a predator and prey of a extremely awkward situations. She would have rather been actually trapped. It was nothing to do with Theo of course, she had also seemed to be a rather self-conscious person. Whether that was good or bad she didn't really know. "I should go-"
Theo smiled. "It's fine, come on, what's up?" he said, standing up. Sara bit in inside of her cheek, released the doorknob. "Oh, umm, Mrs Ramsey wanted me to give this to you," she said, rummaging in her bag, pulling out a piece of paper. "I think it's something to sign for your transfer or something," she said, happy she had a excuse. And people said forgetfulness was a bad thing.
"Ah," Theo said, taking the paper, looking it over. "You got a pen or-"
"Oh, yeah," Sara said, scratching in the bottom of her bag, producing pen, handing it to him.
"Thanks,"Theo said, taking it, sitting down on one of the pieces of weight equipment. Sara copying him, slowly sitting down on another, staring at the small box behind the door.
"Oh, not there." Theo said, grabbing her arm, sliding his hand along her waist, guiding her to one next to him. "Probably won't, but it might fall on you."
"Ah," Sara said, looking up, sliding her bag off her shoulder. "Death by weights seems kinda unappealing." she said, letting out a breath. It was a werewolf thing, all of them ran far warmer than normal humans. Maybe because Theo had been working out, or maybe because of skin-to-skin contact with his shoulder brushing lightly against hers as he wrote; it felt like she was sitting next to a heater.
"Probably not the best way to go."
"Better than being burned alive though." Sara mused, the though of Haige sprinkling gasoline on Parrish a few months ago floating into her mind. "If I had to choose. I think it would be longer. Messy. But getting rid of the evidence shouldn't be too bad, since there wouldn't be much of a body and identification would be difficult too-nevermind." she said. "So what's new with you?"
God, why couldn't she just be normal.
"Nothing much. How was the test?" Theo asked, a smile still playing on his lips.
"Not to bad." Sara said, holding out the paper. Theo took it, chucking to himself, patting her on the back, handing the paper back to her.
"Good job, keep going, you might not need me anymore," Theo said holding the pen out. "Well I had a good teacher," Sara said, taking her pen from him. "And you of course," she added. Theo smiled. He had a nice smile. There was something so perfect about it, in fact if she had to describe Theo, perfect felt like the right word.
Uniformed grades, consisting of A's. Perfect hair that never seemed out of place. Muscular and toned and strong, athletic yet lean. A smile that could charm anybody. A type of 'All-American' stereotypical kind boyish handsomeness that made him look youthful, yet mature simultaneously. Confident, yet not arrogant. Patient, and insightful. Intelligent and charming.
Perfect.
Maybe that's why she couldn't find herself trusting him, not completely. He seemed too good to be true.
"What?" Theo asked, a smile still playing on his lips. He seemed quite amused that he caught her staring at him. She had to resist ducking under a table.
"Nothing," Sara said, dearly praying to every god and deity she knew that her heart-rate, chemo-signals and any other thing that a werewolf may pick up, was in check. It would be much harder if he got the wrong idea. And far worse if she were to actually like him. No. No. Don't go down at road. Just don't. No.
"So, did you get any of them yet? Resurfaced memories, I mean." Sara asked, biting her lower lip. Theo getting up, moving around the weight room, going to the machine he'd been at with Malia. Theo sat down, presumably doing his sets. "Nope, nothing yet. You?"
No. Nope. Don't go down at road. No.
Sara shook her head. "Nothing. I don't get it. I mean, Malia got her resurfaced memories a few hours after she finished the book, but it's been nearly been a day since I read it and, nothing." Sara said, crossing her legs, cupping her face with both hands. "And I'm the one who lost hours at a time, even before they showed up."
"Maybe your focusing on it too much. Don't put too much pressure on it." Theo said, seeming to do the opposite, the machine making a creaking noise once again.
"Little hard not too." Sara said. The lights in the weight room flickering suddenly. "Speaking off, I think I may know who the next chimera is."
"Where's Kira?" Scott asked.
"Still at the library." Malia said, jogging down the steps. "Stiles and Lydia are at the hospital."
"Liam's out, Mason too," Sara said coming down the hall, falling into step between Theo and Malia. School had ended a few hours ago, but well, they never really went home when school ended anymore, she supposed. Liam had gone to Sinema to talk to Hayden, Mason had disappeared, likely researching something or homework.
"What are they doing at the hospital?" Theo asked.
"Lydia's trying to figure out what happened to her during the surgery." Malia explained. Scott furrowed his eyebrows. "How long are they gonna be there?" Scott said sounding strangely worried.
Malia shrugged. "They said they're just waiting for the power to go back on?" Sara stopped dead. "Wait the power?" Malia nodded. Scott and Theo sharing a look.
"He's there, Josh," Sara said quickly. "I think he's like some kind of Eel-Werewolf Hybrid, able to siphon electricity. That's why the lights are flickering all day, he's absorbing it."
"Hospitals have multiple generators for him to feed on." Scott mused. Theo nodded. "Makes sense."
Malia blinked. "Wh-"
"You guys try to find Stiles and Lydia." Scott ordered, to the three of them. "I'm gonna find my mom."
They split up: Theo going to the roof, Malia the bottom floors and Sara the top floors. After a fairly uneventful sixth floor, she pressed the button to the fifth. The fifth floor was strangely quiet. The hallways were empty, the vending machine and waiting room chairs lined in pristine. Hospital's were usually cold, but second she stepped out of the elevator, the temperature seemed to drop.
Her foot made a squelch, like it knew already she stepped into something disgusting like Liam's room. "Urgh." Sara muttered, lifting her foot up.
Blood. Thick blood, a mingle of crimson red and black.
The fist slammed into the wall, sprinkling cement and paint onto the floor. If she hadn't ducked it, her head would have likely been in worse condition than that wall. She smacked into the floor, crawling backwards.
The woman's fist creaked back, like mechanical wheels shifting back. Her thick boots and coat stamping against the floor. Hospitals. It always seemed to end up at hospitals. She could hear noises above and below her, roars and screams.
They were here.
The Dread Doctors. More specifically for her, the Geneticist. Sara threw a energy blast, the light purple energy fizzing out, dissipating before it made contact.
She jumped to her feet, throwing another stronger energy blast at it, watching it fizzling once again. Aiming a kick at her, Sara's leg hitting what felt like solid metal. The creature not even flinching. She tried again, with her other leg meeting the same result. "Oh, come on!" she cried, the Geneticist grabbing her leg, slamming her into the wall.
Reaching out, Sara telekinetically taking hold of a waiting room chair, throwing it at her. The doctor tossed it aside like she'd throw a tissue. Her metal boots clunking against the floor, as if reading her death sentence.
Clenching her fists, gathering her power to her fist, she launched herself at the Geneticist, her knuckles connecting with metal, the power in her hands fizzing to nothing. The doctor's robotic hand wrapping around her throat, slamming her hard against the wall, making small cracks against the concrete. She screamed, kicking and pushing against the hand, which tightened around her throat.
Metallic taste of blood was on her lips, dark spots began to form in her vision, the Geneticist helmet blurring around the edges.
"Susan Dabney?" she asked quietly.
"Last thing I heard was they died. Chasing a witch."
"Elena started training me after Susan was killed.
We draw power from it, and in turn, we protect it from anything that would do it harm."
She was the only person I could trust."
"We draw power from the Nemeton, right?"
"There was a hunter, they came into school.
She was dead before it got there."
"Gas main, explosion, set off by a school shooter. I knew was a lie."
Her lungs were burning. Her whole body was alight, the weight of the shackles on her wrists, digging deep into her skin, sending stabs of pain, that shot up to her skull and every movement.
"You think this is over?" her voice hissed. She looked up. Elena…Elena…what why?
"I never wanted to hurt you." Elena whispered, the gun pressed against her forehead. "But, you can't be helped. You can't be saved."
She clenched her fist. No. No. This wasn't real, this wasn't… Yes it was. She felt salt grace her lips, she whole body was vibrating. She clenched her teeth, forcing herself to look at the woman, cold eyes. Dead eyes.
"I don't want you to worry, your school had a gas main leak, there was a explosion, a few casualties, kids working for the science fair. You're dad should buy it, you love going back there for soccer practice."
"Why…why-" she chocked out. "Why?" she whispered, her tears in her eyes, blurring the image of the woman in front of her. She worked with her Dad. She, she took her statement for her friend Susan. She told her, she showed her, she wasn't normal.
"Am I doing this?" Elena scoffed. "I've seen your future, what your capable of…trust me. I'm doing you a favor, you're a monster, not a witch, not a child." Elena hissed. "Monster."
She could taste the metallic powder in her mouth, mingling with the blood in her mouth. She'd taken two bullets. The pungent stench of death hung over her like a petrol shut her eyes.
She screamed. She didn't think she'd ever forget that sound. Blood had pooled out from the the top half of Elena's. The gun had clattered to the floor, the sliver reflected Elena's face, froze forever in twisted hatred.
She took a deep breath, dropping her hand; slowly standing up. The pipes below were hissing loudly, from the cut of energy from her hands. She could them coming, there footsteps pounding against the concrete, the rattle of the machine gun. She wiped her face, the red blotches looking like constellation of stars on her hand.
"Lefebvre. Adrien and Raphael Lefebvre. Brother and sister. They were twins. "
Full leather, brown haired, for a few seconds, she just stared at them. Feeling the familiar burn behind her eyes. Purple met brown. She smiled. "Who's next?"
"SARA!"
Stiles?
She was flying though her air, slamming into something hard that wasn't exactly a wall, but didn't feel like Stiles. "Hey, hey, Sara you ok?" Oh Theo. Well that explained it.
She felt Theo's hand on her shoulder, stepping in front of her, facing the Dread Doctor. Stiles's arm on hers , standing in the middle of the elevator, holding it for them to escape.
"Yeah, I'm great. I just love being thrown across a giant room into a rock solid werewolf. Love it. Thanks." Sara wheezed, staggering to her feet. The hospital floor slowly coming back into focus. "Let's go, round two." she mumbled, forcing herself to her feet.
The Geneticist pulled out a large very needle like object, moved closer towards them, blurring as she moved.
Her head exploded in pain, Sara half-falling onto her knees. "You know what, all yours big guy," Sara said, clapping Theo on the arm. "I'm just gonna pass out here really quick." she said, her head moving on its own accord towards the floor. Stiles grabbing her half-picking, half-throwing her into the elevator. "Theo!" he shouted.
Whatever fight occurred was loud and fast, the sound of a werewolf roar, scratches before Theo nearly slammed into her. The elevator doors shutting with a loud bang. The metal gears struggling against the Dread Doctor, before eventually going down.
"Sara, Sara, Princess, hey, you okay?" Stiles mumbled, Sara feeling his hand on her hair. "Yeah," she coughed, pushing herself against the wall. "Head hurts." she said, feeling something sticky on her hand. "Oh, shit!" she yelped.
Josh. It was sobering to see a dead body. The buzzing pain dulling slightly, clearing her view. Stiles and Theo, both crouched down, with some blood on their clothes, with a dead Josh, the blood from his slashed throat already starting to dry. Theo and Stiles glanced at each other, both of them looking quite pale. Well, Stiles more than Theo.
"Oh, I got a fright, I though he was alive for a sec." she gasped, leaning against the wall, shutting her eyes, running a hand though her hair. "The Doctor's got to him?" she said, finding it slightly odd that the Dread Doctors kill was so…messy this time around.
Stiles licked his lips, nodding. "Yeah, yeah, we were too late."
Sara nodded. "You guys alright?" she asked, glancing between them, before back at Josh. The Doctors didn't kill was so…messy. Her eyes drifted to Theo, who wiped his hands on his hands, the traces of blood still lingering on them. Stiles stood up. "Yeah, fine." he said, his eyes flying between the body and herself.
"You knew him?" Theo asked. Sara bending down, closing Josh's eyes. "Classmates, first year with him. That's about it really."
"Sorry," Theo said gently. Sara shook her head. The words leaving her mouth before she could even stop them. "Better him than us."
"Back to telluric currents?" Stiles asked. Scott pulling out a map, laying on the table. Scott stood back, gazing down at the map. "If the Dread Doctors didn't like coming into Eichen House because of them, maybe we can use them to protect Hayden."
"Good idea, they seem to be the only thing that affects them." Sara said, leaning over the map. "So, besides Eichen, where's the strongest convergence?" Scott pointed to the map. "We're standing on it."
"You want to hide her in the high school?" Stiles said, staring at Scott like he'd lost it. "For how long?"
"If we have to, all night." Scott said. "Liam convinced Hayden not to say anything to her sister yet. She's working a double tonight, and she thinks Hayden's staying at a friend's."
"But it's just a school though." Stiles said. "You know, it's not exactly a fortress."
"Lydia's got an idea for that. Remember how Valack quoted Tesla?" Scott said, leaning on the table. Stiles nodded. "Frequency and vibration."
"She thinks he wasn't saying that just to sound smart. She thinks maybe it was a clue." Scott continued. Stiles furrowed his eyebrows. "To do what?"
"Disrupt their frequency." Scott explained. "Parrish took three cell phone jammers from the station. He thinks he can broaden their range of frequency. It's a long shot, but it's the best we've got right now."
"Sounds like a good plan." Sara said, tracing her fingers over the map. "So, what about us? What are we going to do?" she asked, gesturing between her and Stiles. Stiles ran his hand over his face, like the very thought made him nauseous. "Well, I'm going to Animal Shelter to watch the body."
"With Theo?" Sara said, leaning back in her chair. "You hate him, you really wanna be stuck in a car with him all night?"
"Why you want to come?" Stiles said pointedly. Sara pursed her lips. "No. So, I'm guess I'm with you?" she said to Scott. Scott scratched the back of his neck. "Actually I thought you might want to sit his one out."
Sara unconscionably touched her neck. The the Geneticist hand that curled around it, choking her again, getting tighter, tighter. Her face morphing into Elena, squeezing. "Yeah, yeah, I think I'll sit this one out." she mumbled.
The bell rang, Scott squeezing her shoulder, taking the map with him to his next class. Stiles threw his backpack onto the table, pulling out a chair. "You got class?"
Sara shook her head. "Not yet. Why?"
"We need to talk."
"Yeah, sure-" Sara paused, her phone vibrating on the table. "One sec." she said, seeing the ID caller, moving to the bookshelves out of Stiles's ears. "Hey, what's happened? Are you okay? Is the body gone?" she said quickly.
"Everything's fine, body's still here," Theo said. Sara sighed. "Oh, good…" biting her lower. Wait, why was he calling her then? "So…"
"I was actually calling to check in on you. Seems you beat me too it though." he said lightly.
"Oh, sorry." Sara said, scratching the back of her neck. He chuckled. "Are you alright?"
"Mm…Better than yesterday." Sara said, leaning against the bookshelf.
"You don't sound like it."
"I just…have a lot on my mind that all." she said softly.
"Like what?"
Sara sighed. "Dread Doctors, chimeras, resurfaced memories, homicidal lizards, dead bodies being magically whisked way in the dead of night, just to start."
She could almost see Theo's smile. "Hopefully, we'll figure out the dead bodies in the dead of night." Theo said, the sound of moving echoing in the background.
"You're not lonely are you? It must be weird, sitting at watching a dead person." Sara mused.
"Weirder than running in the woods looking for holes?"
Sara chuckled. "You have a point."
"I don't want you to worry, get some rest-
"Worried abou-Hey!" Sara yelped. Stiles snatching the phone out of her hand, cutting the call. "Stiles!" she snapped, making a grab for her phone. "He's going to think I hung up." she said, trying to snatching the phone out of his hand.
"I can't believe you!"
"That's my line, I can't believe you did that!" Sara said, snatching the phone out of hand. A few people giving them dirty looks. "Sorry," she lowering her voice to a whisper. Stiles pulled the phone out of her hand again. "What did I say, you can't trust him."
"Just because I'm nice to him, doesn't automatically mean I trust him." Sara hissed.
"Oh, really?" Stiles said, hands on his hips. Sara scoffed. "What's that supposed to mean?" Sara asked. Stiles bent down slightly. "Studying."
Sara gasped. Liam.
"Rat." Sara snarled. "I'm going to kill him."
"You really think you can hid that from me." Stiles hissed. Sara's face sank, pouting. "I wasn't trying to…at first." she mumbled. "And it wasn't like I asked for it either." she said biting her lower lip. Her eyes lighting up, snapping her finger. "Think of it like this, if he trusts me, you have a person on the inside, you know."
Stiles scoffed.
"What?"
"You can't do that." Stiles said, shaking his head. "You don't have it in you. You're not a incarnate of evil. You can't even lie to me. He'll probably just use you as a way to get to Scott."
"I managed to keep a secret and lie to everybody when I first got here." Sara said, folding her arms. Stiles copied her stance, raising his eyebrows. "You proud of that?"
"Okay, I either can't lie or I can, you need to pick one!" Sara said, running her hand though her hair. "What did you want to talk to me about anyway?"
"I was thinking about last night-"
"Ah, after I was near choked to death and saved, by Theo." Sara said, tucking her phone into her jeans pocket. Stiles ignored that, nodding. "Yeah, you couldn't use your powers at all right?"
"Yep."
"What if you couldn't because you weren't on the right frequency?"
Sara paused. "You think its somehow connected with telluric currents?"
Stiles shrugged. "Its possible that maybe the currents and you are connected. Maybe the frequency the Doctor use and what you use are different, that's why they negate each other."
"But they didn't just negate each other," Sara said, playing with the end of her sleeve. "I was just powerless. Like I was drained, but…" she shuffled her feet slightly. "It might be more than that."
"Your resurfaced memory." Stiles said, rubbing a hand over his face. "You got it when you saw them."
"I got it when she choked me." Sara said softly. He stared at her for a few seconds, like last night, where words didn't need to be spoke to be heard. "It was bad, wasn't it." Stiles said.
She took a deep breath, feeling her chest tighten at the thought. "Yeah." Stiles nodded to himself, sliding back into his chair, pulling out one next to him with his foot. "You wanna talk about it?"
"No." she said, sitting down in the chair next to him. "But I think you'll may be able to help me."
"How pathetic is that?" Sara said, throwing a paper aeroplane watching it sail across the room, onto another table. Stiles shook his head. "There are tones of cases where memories where re-written or changed-"
"I know, but I should have known." Sara said bitterly. "I only had good memories of that place. I just, I just can't believe, I wanted someone to care for me so much, that I made it up. Like a fairy tale." she whispered, smiling to herself. "You know the worst part? I remember it all. Killing her, killing people…and I don't regret it."
Stiles looked up sharply.
Sara smiled, playing with the edge of her paper aeroplane. "I didn't like it…I don't think I did. But, I know I did what I had to do. I did what I had to do to survive." she said, her voice going quieter as she spoke. "But…it felt…good."
"But Scott, he won't understand. I don't anyone ever will, unless they've done the same." she said, straightening the aeroplane wing, throwing it.
Stiles watching it sail though the air, he was staring at the plane, before looking back at her. It was unsaid, but there was a understanding and acceptance that was felt in the air between them. The bell whistled loudly.
Sara breaking her gaze from Stiles, grabbing her bag, pushing back the chair. "Come on, I got English." she said, forcing a smile on her face. Stiles didn't move, looking up at her. "If you could, would you do it again?" he asked softly.
Sara paused, sliding her bag on her shoulder, picking up the aeroplane. "If I had to go back, do it again," she smiled, crushing the aeroplane in her fist. "No…I'd do far worse."
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