Warrior Song

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."

Libbie walked around a row of videos. "Lydia's making you watch it?"

"Yeah. What are you looking for?"

"Not sure. Something happy."

"Well, maybe we can team up and find something for you and my movie."

"Smart. You know, I haven't seen the clerk yet."

Libbie walked between the shelves of movies and noticed spots of blood. She screamed and jumped back.

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

"Oh, God," Libbie mumbled. "We gotta-"

She stopped, hearing something, and instantly looked around warily.

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. Libbie screamed.

Jackson grabbed Libbie's arm and yanked her into an aisle of movies.

The shelves began falling and one of the shelves fell onto Libbie and a sharp end cut her waist making a long, semi-deep incision.

Jackson frowned, saw blood, and whispered, "Are you okay?"

Libbie nodded, trying not to pass out.

Jackson's lower half was trapped. He motioned for Libbie to get behind him and she did so, spreading the crimson liquid across the floor.

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.

Libbie swallowed heavily, glancing at her wound, trying not to pass out. She tried focusing on things that made her happy, which was a lot harder than she figured, considering the pain. Jackson ripped part of her shirt and tied it around her wound.

Sirens blared and grew louder and louder. Officers holding guns appeared and began lifting the shelves. A deputy pulled Libbie out and she let out a quiet groan of pain.

She was placed on a gurney in an ambulance.

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."