Abomination

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  "I am picking up the jeep today after school, no more having your mom drop us off." Stiles announced.

  "Sweet." Scott responded.  "I have to work but I will see you later." Stiles nodded.

  "It should work fine now but I would recommend you get a new car. I do not know how long this one will last." The mechanic spoke.

  "It will last until the day I die." Stiles responded. "I will not get rid of it- ever."

  "Fine, whatever. It is your life, your car. Head to the desk and I will put it down and then you can pay and be on your way." The mechanic said. Stiles nodded and left to wait at the front desk. He went and began lowering the Jeep. It creaked and then stopped inches from the ground. "What the hell?" He said as he looked around. He tried to lower the car again but remained stuck in the same place. He got down and looked underneath. Suddenly something wrapped around his leg and pulled him back. He let out a cry of shock and tried to grab on to something.

  Stiles drummed his fingers against the desk and tapped his foot. A scream sounded from the back and he jumped before running toward the noise. He saw the mechanic on the ground and went to help him but something nicked him in the back of his head. He could not feel anything from the neck down and his body tumbled to the floor.

  "Crap." He groaned.

  "Is he okay? Is he going to be alright?" Scott asked his mother.

  "He is fine Scott, just paralyzed. It will wear off soon." Melissa responded. "The mechanic though was not so lucky. Now go on, you need to get some sleep. Everything will be fine, Stiles will be fine."

  "Okay...I will see you at home." Scott said reluctantly.

  "See you at home." Melissa responded before kissing his cheek and then walking down the hall.

  "Hi Mr. Argent. What are you doing here?" Scott asked as he passed Gerard. Gerard did not answer, instead he plunged a knife into Scott’s stomach.  Scott let out a pained groan and doubled-over.

  "I know what you are." Gerard hissed. "And if you hurt my granddaughter I will kill you." He pulled out the knife and walked into the apothecary.

 

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