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_______________ c h a p t e r t h i r t y - t w o
Sofia barges into Scott's house shortly after they lay Stiles on the couch.
"We walked here from Berkeley," she pants, as Carson grabs a water.
"Why were you at Berkeley?"
"Stiles left her at a frat."
"I nearly killed someone!" she yells from the kitchen.
"Yeah, he like half-possessed her into slaughtering the frat boys. Luckily I followed her. Nice to see you again Scott," Sofia smirks as they both walk toward the couch, finally noticing the wound on his stomach.
"Is he okay?" Carson steps forward.
"I think he's healing," Deaton says with a puzzled expression.
"Like we heal? That's a good thing, right?" Aiden asks.
"For him? Yes. Us? I'm not so sure," he turns to the group.
"Okay so we get rid of him," Aiden suggests, making Carson stand up swiftly.
"Touch him and you will no longer have hands," she pushes him back.
"Alright, fine. If we aren't gonna kill him, why aren't we at least tying him down with really big chains?"
"I think I might have something more effective," Deaton pulls out a vial, as they hold his mouth open.
He wakes up, attempting to choke Aiden out, and laughing until his hand started to go limp. "Kanima venom, nice touch."
Aiden growls, stopping when Void starts to speak. "You know how they say that twins get a feeling when the other one's in pain? You didn't lose that talent, too, did you? Oh, I hope not. You're gonna need it."
They look at each other, slightly confused by what he meant. "Okay, I'll give you a hint. Ethan's at the school."
"Go!" Scott yells, while Stilea continues to laugh.
"Oh, I hope he gets there in time. I like the twins. Short tempers, homicidal compulsions. They're a lot more fun than you bakamono trying to save the world every day. Where is my favorite member of this little pack? Carson..."
"Shut up," she rolls her eyes.
"You know you missed me."
"Doc, you brought something to paralyze his body, you got anything for his mouth?" Melissa asks, clearly annoyed.
"Yes, I do," he pulls out some duct tape, putting it over his mouth.
Carson then heads upstairs to change, not caring for the outfit she'd been wearing when she nearly killed some guy.
