Not An Argent : Ariana || S.S

Imagine

"Aria Argent is a sweet sociopath killer. Don't trust her, Stiles."
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"I've got to tell you something.."
"What?"
"It was me."
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[STILES' POINT OF VIEW]

0.44 am
Eyes closed, lights off, fears on

I woke up to the sound of screaming. Yells were echoing in my head. It only got louder, i just couldn't take it anymore.. "Aria!" I screamed, causing my dad to run into my room. I wasn't spazzing my body, flailing my arms.., no. I was crying, eyes closed. It seemed like my dad noticed since he pulled me into a beloved, warm hug. "She's alright, son.."
My eyes opened up at his words, "She is..? Where's she? Dad, where is she?!" I pulled myself out of his grip and started to quickly gather clothing to wear.
"She's in the hospital.. -Stiles,"
"What?" I answered, probably too quickly as i finally looked at him.
"Watch out, kid." He warns me.
So, yeah.. Ariana Argent seems to be a sociopathic killer. At least, that's what they say. Yeah, she hunts, and she may've shot an arrow into a guy's leg..-But it was just an accident.
"Yeah, i will," I replied sternly, shortly.
"They just brought her there, so she's probably still up. I'll drive you, i have to question her anyway." He said, stopping me from going to the bathroom. I nodded and changed right after.

🚙

Not much later we arrived at the hospital. luckily for me, i was able to see her straight away. Special thanks to Melissa McCall for that. I thought i was lucky, at least.
I stepped into her room after giving the door several knocks. "Aria..?" I whispered her name, since she might've been asleep. I wasn't able to see anything, or hear even a light groan. I carefully turned the light-switch, and what i saw was unable to be unseen. And yes, you could say she was asleep.., or worse, Her face was covered with slashes, the arms' flesh hidden by bite-marks. Tears started building up in my hues, rolling off my cold cheeks in the progress. I sat down next to her, taking her hand in mine. And all of the sudden, my hand was being squeezed softly. I looked at her, she still looked the same. She hasn't been moving for hours by now. Am i starting to imagine things? Am i even here? Is she even here? Stop, Stiles.
This is real, and there's no way to fix it.
||Me and my somewhat awkward self found a new plot, so, what do you think? I kind of like this darker theme for this book, though we're still at season one. So, yeah.
I love y'all. 😏

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