Venom [2]

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𝐀 𝐍𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐋 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐂𝐇
we do terrible things for the people we love

THE GIRLS; Lydia, Malia, Hope, and Lizzie entered the school building, as the read head read out loud, "The Dread Doctors by T.R. McCammon."

Lydia paused in the middle of the hallway as she stared at the cover. It was just three people in what looked like masks — she guessed they were the Dread Doctors.

Malia frowned. "What?"

"I don't know..." The strawberry blonde carried on walking. "There's just something about it. Has anyone actually read it yet?"

"Just me and Lizzie," Malia replied. "And I didn't understand a word of it."

The blonde siphoner shrugged, "same here." Although there was a different reason why she didn't understand it; she was too busy staring at Malai to focus on the stupid book.

Hope grinned a little, "maybe we should all read it. Work together, get a bunch of perspectives on it."

Malia nodded. "Isaac's already working on that. And Stiles said he couldn't find anything on the author. He thinks it's a pen name."

Hope nodded, her grin lessening slightly. She had went to the Stilinski household after everything had went down last night, but he didn't want much to do with her. He said he wasn't feeling good, that he needed to sleep it away. And he hasn't even shown up at school yet, which meant maybe there was some truths to his words, but she doubted it. Something happened and he didn't want her to know.

"In a small New England town, teenagers are taken in the night and buried alive'," Lydia read the description on the back, Hope's eyes slightly widening at the correlation it had with their current lives.

Just last night, Tracy's body had been stolen from the animal clinic. Not only that, but Lucas' body had been taken from the morgue at the hospital.

Hope read the rest, "Days later, they emerge transformed, wreaking havoc and spreading terror, commanded by an ancient order to parascientists known only as the Dread Doctors.'"

"Sounds vaguely familiar," Lydia remarked. "How does it end?"

"It doesn't," Malia deadpanned. "This is supposed to be volume one."

"Where's volume two?" Hope asked, crossing her arms.

Lizzie rolled her eyes. "There isn't one, that's the thing."

"I think we're living volume two," Malia insisted.

"Then maybe the real question is, is this a novel or someone's prediction?"