innocent::stiles stilinski

1.8::niall horans eyes are deeper than the ocean

This chapter is dedicated to @sam_mitch ! sorry for the wait guys #sorrynotsorryjkrllysorry

Allison slid out of the car, her hair whipping from the sudden movement. She closed the door leaving me to sigh and open up instagram on my phone.

All of today, whilst the gang was out on adventures saving Beacon's and stopping reptilian vigilantes I was sulking over Isaac.

For the past hour I'd been venting to Allison whom only interrupted with an occasional 'It'll be okay'. No Allison, it will not be okay.

{a/n exactly how I felt when...*cries*}

I had now promised myself to get more involved.

I heard the faint rumble of a motorcycle and looked out the tinted windows to see Allison furrow her face in the direction of the rider.

I tapped on the window and mouthed an 'Okay?'

Allison smiled and nodded her head.

I felt strange, something wasn't right. And then the lights switched off.

Allison reacted swiftly, taking out the pump and putting it back,then quickly got back in. She started searching for something.

"Cindy, what is it?"

She looked over slightly exasperated and sighed "Do you know where the keys are?"

She made her way out once again, and I followed suit.

I knew something was off about this place.

We crouched down in search of the object, when a banging sound pierced my ear.

We immediately perked up, "Allison..."

And then a metal plate knocked me over the head.

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I fluttered my eyes open to hear the sounds of groaning and whimpering. And an monotone voice commentating.

Should I be scared, actually, I'm past the scared point.

I'm terrified.

I was fully awake now, and saw to my right Allison struggling tied against a chair, and to her left, Mr Argent.

Chris Argenr, an interesting man, I'd been on his good side till the harmful fact that he hunted me for a living kind of blew any sleepovers and girls day outs we'd planned.

I moved only to inwardly hiss. I looked down to see ducktape wrapped around my body and wolfsbane covered ropes.

I sighed and slumped back down.

Whoever did this (Chris), is so screwed.

After about two minutes of silence, and two extra hours with her father (rope-free may I add) watching, Allison stomped over and ripped the duck-tape of of my mouth.

"Ow!"

I was soon free of my bounds and glaring at Chris Argent.

"It's not my fault you were there"

Still glaring.

"It's for my daughters training"

Still glaring.

"I had to bound you to add pressur-"

"Was wolfsbane really necessary?!" I threw my hands up in frustration. Honestly werewolf hunters these days are so ignorant towards thee preys needs, it's a dog move to tie us up, starve us, dehydrate us and weaken us to the point of death, we never do that to them.