Sinister
(adj.) giving the impression that something harmful or evil is happening or will happen.
"𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬, 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐃𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐨�...
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It's a long one, hope you're prepared.
Chapter Six
Dakota was in the Sheriff's office the next day watching him draw an X on Tracy Stewart's picture.
"Chimeras." The sheriff murmurs
"Two dead Chimeras." Stiles says
"And apparently eight new ones."
"So, that's ten in all." Stiles replies
"I'm thinking there might be one more, so eleven in total." The sheriff says pinning a new picture to the bulletin board.
"The guy Donavan from the alley that Scott went after?"
"Yeah, our station tech guys confirmed something for me... They said, both the holding cell lock and cameras could have malfunctioned because of something electromagnetic." The sheriff grabs the small green book, "You said that, uh, these guys.."
"Dread Doctors."
The sheriff made a face, "Are we really calling them that?"
"So you think that they broke Donavan out of his cell?"
"It's not too much a stretch considering that's how they got into Eichen, isn't it?" He asked
Dakota sighs as she walks over, "He has to be a Chimera then, why would they come for him if he wasn't?"
"Yeah, but is he a failure like Lucas and Tracy?" He asked
"If he was then more than likely he's dead now." She grabs the red marker and goes to cross off his picture, but the sheriff gently grabs her wrist.
"Not yet. He's not dead until I see a body." The sheriff says releasing her wrist, she just nods once before placing the marker down and looking over her shoulder at Stiles who has his back turned. He also once again, reeks of anxiety... and also.. guilt?
His dad turns to him, "You alright, son?" Stiles turns to him, "You're uncharacteristically quiet today."
"Yeah... sorry, I'm, uh.. I'm just trying to put all the pieces together. Uh..." he walks over, "These are all teenagers, right? So, now shouldn't we be trying to figure out why these teenagers? If the Dread Doctors, if they went through all that... Burying them, killing them, breaking one of them out of jail..."
"There's no chance they could've been chosen at random." The sheriff chimes in
"They all have to have something in common then."
"Something that made them right, right for this experiment." The sheriff says
"Something that made them special." Stiles replies
