**COMPLETED***
Coming back to Beacon Hills with her brother, Blake Hale obviously knew they came back for a reason. But she wasn't exactly prepared to come for one reason, and stay for another. She wasn't prepared to go back to school, or to make fr...
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Chapter One-Hundred-Two 🏹 A Game 🏹
Blake, Scott, Lydia and Argent stood around the island table of the McCall household. On the table sat the sword that killed Allison in a black case. "Anybody mind if we close this thing?" Lydia asked and Argent nodded, "Yeah." He said, closing and locking the case before setting down on the ground.
"Does your, uh, mom know that you're here?" Argent asked, looking at Scott, making Scott look at him, "Does she know that you're here?" He asked. "No. And I kind of want to keep it that way." Argent said and Scott nodded, "Yeah, me too." He said.
"All right. Blake, we've got the earth where she died, the weapon that took her life. According to you, that's steps one and two. What is next?" Argent asked and Blake sighed and glanced at Lydia as they both pulled out two folders. "I was hoping you could help me figure that out. The book I found is really old, a lot of the words is faded, like step three." Blake said as Lydia handed her the folder.
"Lydia and I both drew these. Whatever it is, I'm pretty sure it's a puzzle where I drew half and Lydia drew the other half." Blake explained, setting multiple pages of scrambled drawings down and Lydia nodded, "I mean, to be honest, I'm a little out of practice with all of this." She said and Scott raised his eyebrows. "You still scream like a Banshee, right?" He asked and Lydia hummed, "Not quite like I used to. It's just like a muscle. You stop using it, and it atrophied." She said.
"Why did you stop using your power?" Argent asked and Lydia was about to answer but someone else did. "She hasn't had a reason to since she left this place." Jackson said as he walked into the kitchen, opening the fridge as Blake looked at him weird.
"Why is he here?" She asked, looking at Lydia while Scott looked at Jackson, "What are you doing?" He asked as Jackson pulled out a slice of pizza. "Well, firstly, Jackson prefers not to be talked about like he's not in the room. Second, well, Lydia called begging me to help, as usual. And I said, okay, so long as she promised never to tell Ethan, because I promised Ethan that I would never come back to this nightmare hellscape of a town." Jackson said.
