𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕,
𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚜𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝
Now, a new threat attacks Beacon Hills, and this time plays with Amelia's feeling when the question she never thought she'd ask arrives.
Who
Is
Stiles?
...
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SCOTT SLAMMED HIMSELF AGAINST THE DOOR, TRYING TO OPEN IT.
"Scott, open the door, you're a werewolf," remembered him Malia as the rest was still staring at the woman in panic.
He sighed. "I'm trying."
Isaac approached the window and put his hand on a fist before trying to break it, but it didn't work. He couldn't do it.
He looked back at the woman before walking towards Amelia. "What the hell is wrong with this place?" He muttered.
Lydia dry swallowed. "Lenore?" She called her. "Could you unlock the door, please?"
"Now that you're here, you need to stay," told them the woman in a grasp voice that she definitely didn't have before. "Caleb likes you."
Lydia looked at the group before stepping forward. "And we like him," she assured the woman. "But we need to help our town. People are disappearing, uh... leaving, I mean leaving. You could really help us."
She shook her head. "No one can help you. If they want to leave, they're going to leave. They'll go, and they'll go, and there won't be anything you can do about it."
Scott and Amelia quickly turned around to see the kid in the blue shirt on the aisle, staring at them. Malia and Isaac also looked at him, and now everyone was freaked out.
"Come with me," said the kid in a distorted voice.
Amelia gulped before following Caleb towards the basement, Isaac, Scott and Malia right behind her.
Amelia slowly opened the door, noticing Caleb standing in the middle of the room with an static TV next to him, staring at them.
The girl quickly got downstairs, stepping on a pool of water, making her look down before looking to the side.
"Give me a lift," she told Isaac as he followed her, kneeling down and joining his palms as she quickly stepped on them, trying to open the window. "It's locked."
She stepped down of Isaac's palms before looking back towards the kid, who was staring at the four of them.
"Caleb," called him Scott, "can you help us find a way out of here?"
The kid turned around, walking towards the TV before placing a VHR on the reader, showing them an image.
A video of him playing on the front yard of the house, looking like a regular kid. He was wearing the exact same clothes that he had at the moment.
"You have to stay because Mommy said so," told them the kid and Amelia gasped a bit. Now she was scared. She didn't like kids.
"No, we can't stay," insisted Scott. "We have to go home."
