CHAPTER 8

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Issac and I were patiently waiting In line to buy our tickets for the rave. We both saw Jackson start walking to the front , it wasn't like he was walking normal , it's like he's walking very stiff , almost as he's controlled. We still haven't figured out who's in his body taking over .

Issac and I are finally in the front about to get our tickets , "How many?" The lady asks .

"Two." Issac takes initiative and speaks up and gives her the money for them .

"Issac , I could've payed for my own ticket. You didn't have to do that ."

"But I wanted too . Your gonna get used to me paying for some things in the future anyways , might as well start now." Issac says .

As we are leaving Issac's phone goes off .

"I got a text from Derek, he wants me to go somewhere with him ." Issac states.

"Well - I'll see you later then."

"Oh- your coming with me ." Issac mentioned.

"Derek didn't say I could come though -

"I don't care - he can deal with it." Issac speaks up .


Me , Issac , and Derek are now at Scott's job , where he wanted to meet at .

I see Scott's  eyes go wide when he sees me with Isaac and Derek.

"Stella - what are you doing here?" Scott asks as he unlocks the door.

"She was with me ." Issac speaks up.

"Oh my God - why is he here ?" Scott whines .

"I need him." Derek explains .

"Well , I don't trust him." Scott rolls his eyes and let's us inside .

"Yeah well , he doesn't trust you either." Issac groans .

"And you know what ? Derek really doesn't care ." Derek speaks for himself .

"Now where is the vet ? Is he gonna help
Us or not ?" Derek sasses , getting aggravated.

"That depends. Your friend Jackson , are we planning to kill him or save him ?" The vets voice comes from the back .

"Save him."Derek spoke .
"Kill him." Scott spoke at the same time .

Scott turned his head to Derek , "save him."

And then he turned his head back to the vet and told him we would save Jackson.

The vet takes us into an room and pulls out this black powder.

Issac leans on table across from the vet making his muscles flex , "so what are you ?Some kind of witch ?"

"No, I'm a veterinarian." He replies.

" unfortunately, I don't see anything here that's going to be an ineffective defense against a  paralytic toxin." The vet explains.

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