Still ▸ Teen Wolf [Book Two]

thirty nine ; false identities

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THIRTY NINE;

FALSE IDENTITIES

The barrel of the gun stared her right in the eye and she didn't even blink. Allison Argent was standing in front of her, brown orbs dazed as the gun that was meant for Malia stayed sturdy in the direction of Sage. The blonde didn't make a single move, knowing that the brunette in front of her was hallucinating something that wasn't reality. She also knew, though, that if her friend didn't come out of it soon that there would be xylazine in her system.

"Allison," the blonde found herself slowly speaking, conscious to the fact that the wrong words could trigger a fatal response out of the hunter that wasn't going to end well for either of them. "Put down the gun. It's me, Allison. I'm right here."

It had originally been Isaac's job to come down here, the teenage boy opting on helping Allison prepare all of the equipment that she would need, but everyone knew that it was just a way for him to keep an eye on the brunette to assure himself and all of the others that nothing happened. Even after Sage said she would take his place, the curly-haired gentle giant still found himself uncomfortable with the idea of leaving Sage and Allison in the same room as one another. Now, the blonde knew exactly why the worry was so overwhelming.

"Allison," Sage hissed out once again, still facing the barrel as it practically taunted every single flinch she made. "I need you to put down the gun, okay? It's Sage. I don't know what you're seeing but it's me, Allison."

The brunette seemed to be in a trance, so Sage did the one thing that Allison's father taught her to do if there was ever a gun in front of her face and she had the ability of grabbing it. Rather quickly, the blonde grabbed the neck of the gun, the barrel having moved from the direction of Sage's face over to the door frame, and when Sage hastily tugged on the end, the entire gun came effortlessly towards her as she took a few steps back with the machinery in her arms. Allison blinked a few seconds later, and then her eyes went wide as she glanced around the room to see where she was at. The former hunter was still disoriented, having to adjust her sight in order to completely reflect on the fact that the gun Sage was holding had previously been in her hands and directly pointed at her best friend.

"Oh, my god," Allison spluttered out, hands moving up to her mouth in stumbling apologies. "Sage, I'm so sorry. I'm so... I'm so sorry. I don't know what I was doing. I'm sorry."

The blonde stared at her with hesitation. "What happened? You were getting the stuff from under the desk and a second later you had the gun pointed at me."

"I don't know," Allison muttered, swallowing hard as she stared back at the blonde with shaking hands. "I don't know. How am I supposed to help anyone when I'm like this? What am I supposed to do?"

Sage took a few steps forward, still trying to recover after having had a gun pointed at her face, slowly setting the thing down on the table before standing in front of Allison. The brunette was still unsteady, her posture screaming uncertainty about everything while her shoulders shook. It didn't take much for the blonde to realize that this was how all of the others felt when they saw her in the same state, weak and vulnerable all because of the darkness around their hearts.

Slowly, Sage's hands wrapped around Allison's wrist and the girl was taking the bottle of xylazine from her friend. "You need to let me help you."

"How are we going to do this, Sage?" Allison questioned, tears stinging her vision as she let the blonde take the bottle from her. "How are we going to save this girl when the two of us are struggling to save ourselves? They're all depending on me to shoot it perfectly, but I haven't— I can't—"