❝Do I look calm? Oh, I'm sorry, in my head I've punched you five times!❞
The daughter of a sudden unexplained divorce and the son birthed into a cursed family find themselves protecting the town their parents spent years surviving in. TEEN WOLF MOV...
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CHAPTER 6
Lacrosse's New Star
Everything is dark. Alice can barely see two feet ahead of her, yet there's a light at the end of the hallway. The place is not familiar, it's possible that these are some underground tunnels almost, but they're old and smell like death. And yes, of course Alice has no way of knowing what death smells like, but somehow, she does. It's this. It's the cold that embraces her small figure, it's the way her chest raises up and down in despair, a faint whisper crawling through her skin. A whisper she tries to make out but it's so low she has to crawl deeper to search for it.
"You weren't supposed to be here."
The voice is too robotic to even make it out. Alice turns around as the words sound louder, the tunnel becoming better lit by the second. Not recognizable though, she has absolutely no idea where she is, or what is happening, but there's a sense of familiarity that raises within her as the words start being thrown at her, from someone she can't see.
"You didn't get my message?"
This time the voice is a bit clearer as it echoes through the place, there are traces of something dearie to Alice in that timber. She holds onto the wall to ground herself while her body carries herself deeper into the tunnel. Towards something she doesn't really know what it is.
"What message?!"
The only thing Alice can hear is her own breathing, her heart beating faster and faster at her ears. No one answers her back, her eyebrows pulled up and together in slight fear.
"Who else is here?"
Her heart leaps into her throat once the voice becomes so clear she can swear Lydia Martin is standing right in front of her. "Mom!" The brunette shouts back almost immediately, her hands cold and clammy against the walls as she keeps going, now faster.
"Who came with you? Who else is here?!"
"No one!" Alice desesperately replies, her body turning around hoping to see Lydia standing somewhere in this dark tunnel. But there's no one.
Yet, in front of her there's now a set of small stairs leading down to a gate. And she still can't tell where the hell she is, but for some reason her Mother's voice is still echoing in her head and there are tears rolling down her cheeks. Taking a few steps forward down the stairs, Alice tries to grasp the pain that's sinking into her chest. So much pain...
"Mom?" She whispers, her voice so weak while her hands grasp the metal bars on the door. She leans her head against them as she's weighted down by dread.
"I crave something a little different,"
Alice's eyes rise up, and she can feel there's someone behind her. Far too close. And it's not Lydia anymore. No, it's still a voice she could recognize in her sleep, yet somehow it sounds so different. She swallows the lump that has formed in her throat as she gathers the courage to turn around. Once she does, in a panic movement, she's proven right. In front of Alice, stands the figure of Stiles Stilinski.
