I AM SOOOO SORRY!!! I'm a terrible writer, I am sorry about keeping you all waiting for so long. I bet I lost a shit ton of you in this wait. I've just been so busy with school( senior year) and I'm super stressed about getting into AI.Once I got home I immediately went up stairs and changed into a pair of black running shorts, a sky blue nike jacket, and my trainers. I was preparing for my daily practice I usually had back in London with my parents, but they're gone now and I live alone, you're probably wondering 'Well how are you living alone Jack? Why aren't you living with Lydia?' Well I'll tell you. Aunt Nat and I came to an agreement, they don't have any extra room for me to live with them, and I have a rather large amount of money so, I bought myself a house. It's really nice too, it's two stories tall with pretty stained glass windows. And my room is awesome, it's like a lilac color, my favorite color, and it's big with a bay window!
Anyway I'm getting side tracked, practice, I need to go to the garage, because what would practice be to someone without multiple lethal weapons in their trunk. I leave my weapons in the garage because what idiot would leave a hoard of guns in their living area.
I tied off my french braid and opened the doors of the steel shelving unit and started sorting through the guns to find the ones that I needed. I ended up grabbing the shiny silver revolver off of the door along with the glock 17 and a rifle before grabbing ammo shutting the doors and heading to the counter on the other side of the garage where all of the sharp objects were located, my favorites.
Chinese ring daggers, I've been having trouble with these, they always left these nasty blisters on my palms, but I've been getting used to the pain and pulling through it. The sword, this was one of my best weapons, I honestly see no point in having learned this, but my dad was persistent so I couldn't say no. What werewolf is gonna come at me with a sword, seriously. But it turns out I actually enjoy it, so I continue to practice.
The bow and arrow, I haven't touched a bow since I moved here, it was my moms weapon. She was an archer, it's all she ever used, and its the one thing I will never use . It's the last good memory I have of her that hasn't been ruined, I feel like if I used it I might end up snapping the neck of it. So it just hangs on the wall as a sort of decoration collecting dust.
Now that I had all I needed I could leave. A bright smile spread out on my face at the sight of my baby parked in the driveway. My sleek black 1967 Chevy Impala was a birthday present last year, I had it moved here when I did. There was no way in hell that I was going to leave my baby in London, she deserves to be driven. Lydia thinks that I act like a guy when it comes to my car, so what I like to actually take care of it, and who wouldn't act like that when it comes to this kind of car
Navigating this town had turned out to be surprisingly easy for me. It looks small but it's actually very clustered together making it a somewhat large town.
I put my car in park and stepped out, my shoes crunching against the leaves on the forest floor. Grabbing the black duffle out of the back I made my way past the rusty metal chain holding up two small signs that read "Beacon Hills Preserve" "No Entry After Dark" supposedly that "guarded" the preserve. Yeah like a little chain will actually keep people out. I walked until the tall pines started turning into twisted wood and the green grass died out to dry dirt. Trees arched up and over, their leaves all different shades of green, there were gaps here and there in the leafy canopy creating spotlights on the ground.
The remnants of what probably was at one point a very large tree drew my attention, pulled me towards it. It was enormous, easily 5 feet in diameter and cut smoothly into a foot tall stump. Small dead weeds grew out of every crevice stretching out and reaching up like it was trying to touch the sky and soak up any sunlight it could. The closer I got to it I started to get this feeling growing in my chest, it felt.... weird.
YOU ARE READING
Leap of Faith -> Stiles Stilinski [Slow Updates]
FanficBased off of my other story the Protector. This is an alternate version. Jack Frost is the beautiful, intelligent, and sarcastic cousin of Lydia Martin. Just moved to Beacon Hills from London only to get dragged into something she was trying to stay...