Old Scars, Future Hearts

05

INT. LYDIA'S CAR

"Hoosiers is not only the best basketball movie ever. It is the best sports movie ever made."

"No," Lydia deadpanned.

"It's got Gene Hackman and Dennis Hopper."

"No."

"Lydia, I swear to God you're gonna like it."

"No."

"I am not watching The Notebook again."

INT. VIDEO RENTAL STORE

"Can somebody help me find The Notebook?" Jackson asked. "Hello? Is anybody working here? You gotta be kidding me."

Marika walked around a row of videos. "The Notebook? Good luck."

"Thanks. What are you looking for?"

"Just browsing. Have you seen the clerk?" She walked between the shelves of movies and noticed spots of blood. She walked around cautiously, ready to use her sword if she had to.

The teens came upon the clerk lying on the ground, dead, covered in blood.

"Oh, gods," Marika mumbled. "We gotta-"

She stopped, hearing something, and instantly became more on guard.

Jackson backed into a ladder, which hit something, and the lights shut off.

Quiet growls sounded throughout the silent store. Jackson's eyes widened as he saw a beastly figure with glowing red eyes. Marika pushed him behind her, ready to strike the beast.

Before she could do anything, Jackson grabbed her arm and yanked her into an aisle of movies.

The shelves began falling and one of the shelves nearly fell onto Marika.

Jackson's lower half was trapped. He motioned for Marika to get behind him and she did so.

The Alpha appeared and growled at them. It placed a claw on the back of Jackson's neck and Jackson began breathing heavily. The Alpha ran off through a window, shattering the glass.

Sirens blared and grew louder and louder. Officers holding guns appeared and began lifting the shelves.

Dmitri ran up to Marika and asked, "You okay?"

She nodded. "I'm okay. Dima, I saw the... I saw it."

"You're safe now, Marika."

INT. CAR

"Mm," Sheriff Stilinski hummed, looking into a bag. "Did they forget my curly fries?"

"You're not supposed to eat fries, especially the curly ones."

"Well, I'm carrying a lethal weapon. If I want the curly fries, I will have the curly fries."

"If you think getting rid of contractions in all your sentences makes your argument any more legitimate, you are wrong."

Dispatch said, "Unit one, do you copy?"

"Sorry," Stiles apologized.

Sheriff Stilinski picked up the walkie. "Unit one, copy."

"Got a report of a possible 187."

"A murder?" Stiles asked.

They made their way to the crime scene.

"Stay here. Paul, let's get this area locked up."

"Oh, no way," Stiles commented, seeing the scene.

"Why the hell can't I just go home?" Jackson wondered. "I'm fine."