𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑 | ❝ run like the wind, and see how long it takes for your problems to catch up with you.❞
oliver sanchez is a fan of running away from his problems, but when his problems start chasing him, things become complicated. 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐓...
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{1.5}
"Dancing"
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Ollie fucking knew that something was going to go wrong.
And honestly? He was not surprised that it was Isaac Lahey who triggered it.
So much happened in a matter of minutes that it was hard for the boy to keep up with the events. His mind was a whirlwind of action, the only coherent thought he could form that he needed to hit someone with his bat before they tried to kill any of his friends. An issue? He didn't have the bat with him. So he settled with throwing one of Scott's chairs directly at Isaac to divert his attention away from Stiles.
"Hey, Lahey!" He shouted as the boy whirled over to look at him, his eyes glowing and furious. "Remember when you failed that English quiz last year because you couldn't remember what an adjective was? Because I do ya bitch!"
He didn't really know what he was saying. For one: Isaac was definitely smarter than him, but that scenario randomly popped into his head, and he figured it would make the boy at least slightly angered to be reminded of an act from his life before the bite. It did, which was not good for Ollie, as he growled and began advancing.
Ollie took a half step backward, ducking under a punch and leaping over the table in an oddly graceful manner, whipping around and flicking his hands out, holding his hands protectively in front of his body. "Jokes on you! I've been attacked by angry werewolves so many times that I am literally immune."
"Yeah?" Isaac put a hand on the table, flipping it directly over and making Ollie jump to avoid having his foot crushed. He slid it to the side, walking forward. "Let's see about that."
Ollie grabbed a plate from the counter, throwing it at Isaac's face and managing to distract him long enough to kick him in the stomach, sending him staggering back a few feet with a startled grunt.
"Hey!"
Ollie glanced over at the doorway, his eyes widening when he saw Katrin, wielding her small crossbow and directing it at Isaac. The Lahey boy smirked. "You seriously think that thing will do me any damage?"
The girl paused, pursing her lips, "actually, no."
She turned and pulled the trigger, firing an arrow directly into the wall, landing a few inches away from where Ollie was standing. He stood there in confusion for a moment, before he noticed the slick, clear substance dripping from the edge of the arrow.
He looked at Isaac, before darting forward, managing to dodge his grab and snag a towel that was hanging over the handle of the dish washer. Using it, he reached over and ripped the arrow from the wall, whirling around and lunging at Isaac.
He managed to swipe the un-sharpened side across the side of his neck, before dropping it, along with the towel, at his feet. Isaac gasped, his knees buckling as he crumbled to the ground, the venom immobilizing him and making Ollie resist a smile.
