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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"Illegal"
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This is exactly why Ollie tries to avoid social environments.
He almost got flattened by a random body, as some guy dropped like a weight to his side. He jumped, startled, as his hand grabbed onto Stiles' arm. The music was relentless, as were the lights - but Ollie felt less like he was in a club and more like he was in the climax of a horror movie. He could feel an foreboding sense rest over his head as another person fell to the ground, paralyzed; followed by another.
It was like dominoes in here... at least, that's what Ollie thought as his eyes furiously tried to focus on a singular person. He felt like his senses were scattered to the wind, and he couldn't even imagine what his ADHD boyfriend felt.
"Danny! It's Danny!" He shouted, Ollie pushing someone to the side when he caught sight of the boy. He was on the ground, a dazed look on his face as the kanima venom coursed through his veins. Ollie knelt down by his side, wincing.
"Danny? You good?"
"That was a stupid question," Stiles chided, rolling his eyes. Ollie was about to retort, but before he could, his attention was diverted. It was Jackson (or, the form of him that was slightly more reptilian), who was standing on two legs and baring his menacing claws.
"Jackson!" He shouted, jumping up with the intent to run to the creature. He wasn't entirely sure what he would do - perhaps he would just kick it really hard and hope that it would disappear. That plan royally sucked, but Ollie couldn't think of anything else.
Alas, he didn't get the chance. As he got closer to the creature, he noticed an abnormality that seemed to directly connect to the peculiar aura of the kanima. That abnormality? Derek. Ollie gaped, freezing in his place as he locked eyes with the man. Yellow blazes of light where where his eyes should have been, and Ollie didn't need good lighting to see the fangs that were portruding from his mouth.
Ollie vaguely heard Scott yell something, but before he could even open his mouth Derek lunged foward, lashing his claws out and opening a deep gash across Jackson's neck.
"Shit!" Ollie immediately whirled around, dodging around bodies until he could grab onto Stiles. "Stilinski, we have to go. Like, now."
"What? Why?" Stiles widened his eyes, the lights painting his pale face and making him look as if he was tinted purple. "What happened?"
Ollie didn't really know what to say. He had no clue if Jackson was still alive or not - he didn't really study the life expectancy of a kanima in his free time. Thankfully, he didn't have to explain anything, since he watched Scott sprint past them a moment later; as if he was chasing something, and disappear through the same hallway they entered.
