(outfit for chapter above) ━━━━━ ˚ . ✦ chapter forty eight save me from destruction
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EVER SINCE ELIZA had become sentient, she had questions about everything. What was this? Where was she? How is she here? What is she? When did she get here? But her favorite one of all..
Why? She just figured life was a never ending stream of questions. Yet, it never stopped her from asking why. Why can birds fly and people can't? Why do people hurt each other? Why do people kill?
Eliza wasn't sure. She questioned everything but she just couldn't figure it out. She must've asked the question aloud because Scott responded.
"Killing is emotional. There's gotta be motive or revenge behind it to make sense." He was shocked she asked such a thing but he's been trying to get her to talk for a hot minute. He was still baffled how she was here, alive. It wasn't too long ago he had to pick up the pieces of Allison's heart at her funeral. It was surreal.
Did Stiles know? Stiles clearly knew. Why didn't Stiles call? Stiles was probably busy fighting to stay alive.
"Bullshit. Killing for some is fun, fundamental. There's no logic behind killing innocents. When you're like us, killing is inevitable. It's who we are. I bet you won't question killing when we're boiling the nogitsune alive." Eliza fired back.
Scott wasn't happy with her answer but he knew it was true. How many had died because he was a werewolf already?
"Well, then I think you answered your own question."
"Well, I don't really care. Killing is how I ate in the woods." Malia shrugged.
"You were a dog, nobody was checking for you." Eliza rolled her eyes.
"Just because we're cool now, doesn't mean I won't hesitate to kick your ass." Malia huffed.
"Try it." Eliza closed the space between her and Malia. She'd get closer but her protruding stomach put a stop to that.
"Woah! Eliza, you're pregnant." Scott reminded, stepping in between them.
"Wanna see a cool trick?" Eliza raised an eyebrow.
"What? This is—"
"Do. you. want. to. see. a. trick?" Eliza put emphasis on each word, leaving him no choice.
Scott sighed, "what's the trick?"
"Hit me." Eliza told him.
"What!? No!" Scott detested.
"Man, I kinda wanna see where she's going with this. Just do it." Malia rolled her eyes.
"I'm not hitting a pregnant woman!" Scott refused.
