Aspen Juniper Veata has only ever known Beacon Hills to be a quiet and dainty town. Herself, along with her best friends Scott McCall and Stiles Stilinski, had gone unnoticed by their peers in high school for as long as they could remember. Aspen ha...
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Masterplan Part 2
Isaac's heart was frantic against his chest. Scott's was as well. It was filling his ears like a bomb ready to go off. But he was in pain. His chest was aching and every now and then he had to rub circles with his first over his chest to soothe it for a moment. But then the feeling was back. A drop in his stomach that was never ending. He wasn't sure if he was anxious though that was something he suffered with most days. This was different. The thought of Aspen soothed those moments but tonight it was for naught. Usually if he reached for her far enough, she was always there. A piece of her he kept in his mind for times when he was feeling like this. But he couldn't feel her. Not even a little bit.
Isaac felt Scott's eyes and met them with a quick glance. They were both feeling the same thing.
But carrying Jackson's not so dead body in a body bag with Scott was a hard time to bring up where Aspen could possibly be. Stiles ended up showing up at his dad's house and though they were both eager for an explanation on his whereabouts, things were escalating too quickly to stop and ask questions.
The night went on forever it seemed and this is definitely not where Isaac thought he would be. Caring Jackson's dead body to a trunk outside the hospital.
Scott's hands must have gone clammy because his half of the body bag slips and both boys pause, silently cursing. The last thing they wanted was Jackson waking up and slicing both their necks.
As Scott leans down to heft up the bag, A pair of headlights blind Isaac and he ends up dropping his side. Isaac feels a tether at that moment, his chest doesn't feel as heavy but the sting is still present. The anxiety fills him whole and he knows something is wrong. He sees Scott's back straighten as he looks at the black SUV approach, the lights dimming as the car comes to a stop. They both know who's in the car by scent alone.
Chriss Argent hops out of his car calmly as if he isn't a current player in the silent war they're having with the hunters. But Isaac and Scott still don't move. They sense something. Something they haven't seen but both are aware they're too afraid to find out what it is.
"You're alone," Scott says observantly. But Isaac's eyes linger on the car.
Chris sighs, circling the SUV toward the passenger side.
"You'll wish I was," he says, tone low and solemn.
Both boys are on their guard when he opens the passenger door. Isaac doesn't know where his eyes should focus first. The blood or Aspen's unmoving body. In a few steps, he shoves past Scott and approaches Chris. Carefully he passes Aspen into Isaac's arms who holds her easily.
Her body is cold against his warmth and he feels his breathing begin to pick up. Her's is so faint, it's hardly there, her heart beat feels as if it withering with every passing second. The air around him is colder and crueler and he can't feel his heart anymore. It's gone along with hers. He doesn't realize his eyes are watering but his expression has gone cold as he looks down at Aspen.
