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𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐄
the difference between the possible and the impossible lies in a persons determination

𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐄the difference between the possible and the impossible lies in a persons determination

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SCOTT AND HOPE STOOD with Parrish at a crime scene, as the older guy held up his phone to them. "This is from the relay station's security camera."

Both of their eyes widened as they watched a beast of some sort, almost looking like a big black shadow bust out of the building and run after something.

"That looked big," Scott stated with a frown.

Parrish nodded. "And too fast for anyone to get a good look at it."

"Because of course it is," Hope muttered, crossing her arms. She chewed on her lip and sighed. "The last Chimera, I bet."

Scott nodded in agreement with her.

Jordan rose a brow and then gestured for them to follow. He led them inside the relay station, down the stairs until they got to the ground floor, where they find the place wrecked. Power cables have been ripped apart, sparks flying from them, and everything else has either been smashes or thrown around.

Hope immediately noticed the puddle of blood and water on the floor near the wall. Must've been where the technician died the night before: she crouched down to it and held her hand out to Parrish who rose a brow at her. She sighed heavily, "black light?"

"Oh, yeah." He quickly handed it to her and huffed at her amused chuckle.

She turned it on and shined it over the bloody puddle, revealing dark shadows of modified mercury before glancing back at them with a sigh. "Chimera," she stated with a frown.

Jordan looked both terrified and confused. "But what was it doing here? Why come here and kill some random communications tech?"

Scott sighs as his sister stood up. "Maybe it just likes to kill. Maybe it's what it does."

Jordan's eyes widened slightly, "...That's terrifying," he mumbled,

Hope chewed on her bottom lip as she looked up at Parrish. "... how many bodies do you actually see when you dream about the Nemeton?"

Jordan sighed and looked down. "Everyone."

Hope groaned, "well fuck."





HOPE STOOD IN THE doorways of the morgue, watching Noah Stilinski stare down at the body of Donovan who was covered up by a white sheet. She swallowed and glanced over when Stiles joined her.

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