The sun seemed not to rise on the days following Thursday night's game. Grey nimbostratus clouds blanketed the sky. Sometimes rain would fall. Light and fluttery as if mother nature attempted not to cry. But she couldn't help but shed a few tears in mourning. Other times the rain fell hard and heavy washing away everything in its path. Lightning struck angrily. Mother Nature was insulted and violated that such an evil act would occur on her land. Blood soaked the soil. Imprinting it with violence. But as hard as the wind blew. As fast as water ran down the asphalt road it could not wash away the previous week's events.
This was the third incident in the past few months, so a curfew was put in place.
No minor in Beacon Hills should be out of their home or place of quarters after 10 pm.
That rule however did nothing to deter two teenagers from their investigation.
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"You are not breaking into the morgue again." Mellisa said nonchalantly to the two boys standing in front of her desk. She didn't even take her eyes off of the screen as they plead their case.
"That's why we're asking you, so it's not technically breaking in," Scott said.
He and Stiles journeyed to Beacon Hills Memorial on a cloudy evening. Mother nature was still mourning.
They had developed a plan to gain access to the morgue and investigate the latest victim of Beacon Hill's new monster. The two were simply planning to ask Mellissa to ever so kindly give them access to the morgue. Which proved to be even more difficult than they assumed it would be.
Time for plan B.
"We'll get you take-out from that sushi place two towns over," Scott offered
"Gas prices gettin' a little high," Stiles whispered to his friend . His funds were slowly but surely begging to deplete from filling up the gas tank of his jeep every week.
"I'll cover your gas," he muttered back
Mellissa sat back in her chair "You guys are gonna get me fired one day," Mellisa spoke. "You know where it is. No one should be there between the hours of two pm to three pm and seven pm to eight pm. Pick your poison."
"Perfect," Stiles said looking at the clock. It was 2:24. "Thanks Mrs. Mcall" They began to walk off.
"Thanks, mom," Scott said.
"If you get caught I'm putting you up for adoption!" Mellisa called after them.
"Love you too mom," Scott called back.
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"What are you waiting for?" Stiles asked Scott.
"What do you mean?" He retorted. They were currently in the morgue standing over one of the open refrigerator boxes. The body had a blue sheet draped over the body. After not breaking into the morgue they searched for the bodies of first two attacked persons based on the morgue charting.
"Lift the blanket," Stiles said.
"Why do I have to lift up the blanket?" Scott shot back.
"I'm not touching a dead body!" Stiles explained.
"I opened the drawer, "
"So, you're the Alfa you touch the dead body,"
"What does that have to do with anything,"
"Just lift up the blanket,"
"Fine," Scott rolled his eyes. He held his breath as he quickly filled the blanket over away from the corpse's face exposing its body from waist up. It was a male probably in his late forties.
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