"Are we the hunters? Are we the prey? This is a wild game of survival"
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Lydia and I walked into Scott's house.
"Scott?" I looked around trying to find him.
"Scott?" Lydia called him out but didn't get an answer.
Suddenly? I felt a presence behind us. I turned my head slightly and breathed heavily, my heart beating quickly. I saw a knife on a table. I moved my hand making it fly towards whoever or whatever was behind us. We turned around and saw the knife floating in front of Peter's face.
"Hello, Lia. Lydia." He looked at us putting both hands up showing that he came in peace.
"It's you." I sighed relieved and he raised an eyebrow. "Should I put the knife down or stab you?" I asked.
"Put it down, please." Peter replied touching the tip of the knife.
"Only because you asked nicely." I moved my hand putting the knife back on the table.
"What are you doing here?" Lydia asked.
"Looking for Malia. What are you doing here?"Peter asked.
"Looking for Scott." Lydia answered. "Obviously." She added.
"Why?" Peter asked.
"Why are you looking for Malia?" Lydia asked.
"Parental concern." He answered.
"Since when?" I asked raising my eyebrows and he glared at me.
"Why didn't you just call Scott?" He asked.
"Why didn't you call Malia?" We asked at the same time.
"This is...We're not...This is...We're not getting very far with this conversation." Peter sighed.
"We can't reach him." I gave him an explanation.
"Well, I can't reach her, or anyone." Peter spoke. "There's reports that several cell phone towers in the area are down."
"Well, that's not concerning at all." I spoke sarcastically.
"It's more than that." Peter added.
"Monroe and Gerard?" Lydia asked.
"They're cutting us off from the outside." Peter answered.
"And from each other." Lydia added.
"Which likely means that they've already started amassing troops on their side." Peter added.
"Then we better find ours." I spoke.
[...]
I looked around the clinic looking for any signs of life.
"They haven't been here." Peter spoke.
"We have to go to the school, now." I replied.
"Lia, you never said why you were waiting for Scott." Peter was still looking for an explanation.
"Are you sure you wanna know?" I asked.
"Do I need to know?"
"Lydia." I looked at her and she sighed.
"Last night, I woke up saying two words that might just be from a dream, or it might be something else." Lydia spoke.
"What two words?" Peter asked.
"Where's Jackson?" She replied and I sighed.
"According to me, he was in London very, very far away from here." I pursed my lips shrugging my shoulders.
"That's disturbing on multiple levels. What else?" Peter asked.
Lydia looked at him and went silent.
"Lydia." Peter insisted. "Don't hold back on me, I never held back on you."
"I'm not 100% sure that's true." I spoke and he glared at me again.
"I saw you..." Lydia spoke and Peter looked at her confused. "...turned to stone."
Peter looked worried for obvious reasons.
"I was in a storage container. It was steel. There was a blue wall. I saw everyone, even Derek and Ethan. All of you turned to stone." Lydia explained.
"Do you ever see anything remotely optimistic?" Peter asked.
"It's optimistic if you prevent it." Lydia answered.
"Storage con...Do you mean shipping container?" Peter asked.
"Yeah! I was surrounded by them." Lydia answered.
"I think I know where that is."
"You know where Scott is?" I asked and he nodded.
[...]
"Scott!" I yelled as we ran through the rain. "Scott!" I yelled again and he looked at us confused by our worried attitude.
"None of us are going to survive this." Lydia spoke.
"What...Why? What are you guys doing here?" He asked.
"They're coming. Monroe and more. And they have heavy firepower." Peter explained.
We heard gunshots and we all got down. I looked around and saw Deucalion take all the bullets. My eyes widened and I gasped.
He fell to the ground and I turned around seeing Monroe followed by her army. They were armed, heavily armed.
They pointed at us and shot. I put out my hands stopping some bullets to give the others time to hide.
"Run!" I yelled.
When I saw everyone was safe, I also hid. I breathed heavily leaning against a pillar while I heard the gunshots. They weren't stopping.
The war had started and we needed do what we could to survive. To stay on our feet until the end and not lose anyone else.
