Venom [2]

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𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆
long story short, we survived

HOPE HAS HER arms crossed as she leaned up against a table in the Sheriff's office, Stiles by her side. They watched as Noah crossed out a picture of Tracy from his noticeboard using red Sharpie, indicating her death.

The Sheriff stared at her face for a few moments, disappointed in himself. He felt sad that he couldn't have helped before everything fell apart. "Chimeras," he muttered.

"Two dead Chimeras," Hope sighed, chewing on the inside of her cheek.

"And eight new ones," added Malia from where she stood by the door, Lizzie at her side.

Stiles finished, "that's ten in total."

"I'm thinking maybe eleven," Sheriff Stilinski admitted, his back still turned to the teenagers as he added another picture to the board, securing it in place with a pin.

Hope pursed her lips, arms tightening. The last anyone had seen of him was when Tracy attacked the station. He had been in the jail cell, but he disappeared after. All security footage had been cut out.

"Our station tech guys confirmed something for me," Noah continued. "they said, both the holding cell lock and the cameras could have malfunctioned because of something electromagnetic." He glanced at his desk, picking up Valack's book. "You said that, uh, these guys-"

"Dread Doctors," Malia automatically corrected him.

Noah scrunched his face up. "Are we really calling them that?"

"No, for real!" Lizzie exclaimed, standing up straighter and snapping her fingers, pointing at Noah. "That's what I have been saying, the name sounds lame as fuck."

Hope's lips twitched up in amusement at her best friends comment. She then cleared her throat and uncrossed her arms, fully facing Noah now. "So, they broke Donavon out of the holding cell? Then turned him into a Chimera like the others?"

"That's how they got into Eichen, isn't it?" Sheriff Stilinski shrugged.

Malia nodded. "Donavon's a Chimera," she agreed, stepping closer to the board as she stared at his face pictured in black and white.

Hope swallowed thickly and turned towards her boyfriend, immediately grabbing his hand for support. He was facing the ground, jaw clenched, heart pounding in his chest. Brows furrowing, Hope frowned and squeezed his hand. "Hey, it'll be alright. We will protect you and your father. We won't let him hurt you guys."