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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐭𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐳𝐳 within Beacon Hills High. Miss Blake had organised a musical recital to honour the lost, and, around half an hour before it began, the school was filling up with an eager audience.
The problem? All the teachers, the next predicted category of sacrifice, were rounded up in one place, granting the Darach the perfect selection to pick from.
Lizzie had arrived with Stiles at Scott's call, abandoning the attempt to convince Sherrif Stilinski that certain supernatural entity's existed and both of them were heavily involved, and had jumped at the chance to leave such activity.
Upon arrival, the first issue in what was to be a dramatically problematic night was the common occurrence that liked to revisit the Trinity. Lydia Martin was missing.
Scott had seen her enter the school not long ago, he'd spoken to her but since then, he couldn't say he'd caught a single glimpse of the strawberry blonde.
With the rampage of sacrifices wreaking havoc on their town, no one could take any chances with one's whereabouts, Lydia was no exception.
Lizzie wiped her sweating palms against her faded joggers, biting on her lip, it was too often that her friends were bouncing in and out of being in danger and safety. It was too unpredictable and it was destroying Lizzie's nervous tendencies.
She, Scott and Stiles had anxiously searched the school without drawing the least amount of attention as possible, hoping desperately Lydia had only headed home.
Finding it hard to manage her emotions, Lizzie had tried her best to keep herself together and forced herself to ignore the bleak pit in her stomach. She hadn't seen or heard from Isaac all day and despite the fact, the supposed current pattern was teachers, it was not reliable.
The recital had begun, a dramatic cacophony of strings and pipes dancing through the echoing hallways.
Scott, Stiles and Lizzie were loitering outside the school, biting nails and pacing, when a tumultuous shriek overcame the music and beat against the canals of the trinity's ears.
It was almost as if Lydia had personally signed and written them a letter to tell them she was in trouble.
Scott, having the most sensitive hearing of the three, collapsed thunderously against the concrete, groaning in discomfort, his hands covering his ears.
Lizzie bolted from the spot, unable to take it any longer. She crashed through the metal double doors and into the school, all she could think about was the fear swimming in the echos of Lydia's scream.
