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Lyn Hall's POV - 23 / 06 / 2014 : Beacon Hills 

I walked aimlessly through the hospital. My high heels clicking along the floor, hands sunk in the depths of my acid washed navy-blue skinny jeans. The slight breeze pressing my loose fitting Kiss tee into my skinny frame. My red lips stood well pronounced against my pale complexion. Black hair held fast in a messy bun. Blank eyes hidden behind darkened sun glasses. Tattoo's on display as I walked steadily through the hospital. 

Scott joined me at my side, his hand gently brushing against mine as I took a measured step away. An act of coldness showing my change in attitude to the whole ordeal. My nose twitched, my demeanour taking a step up as I shoved a nurse out of my way. Aggression and anger clear as I growled lowly, dusting my hands as though what I had just touched was scum I continued, my nose held high. 

"He's on the move, killed a police officer. How you ask? By eating him. Go get him Scotty Boy." I pushed him in that direction as I spotted a tall figure in black walk down the hallway and out of sight. Scott hurried off as I tailed the mystery tomahawk attacker.  

"Hey you, how are you. Good you say? Besides the bald head?" I nodded sarcastically as I stepped in front of him. 

"I don't want to kill you." His machine voiced. 

"That's a shame, most do... Including myself hence the suicide mission to stop you from killing my acquaintances." I smiled sarcastically as I stepped forward. 

His face remained void of any emotion, his hand brushing against his jacket to reveal the tomahawk hidden beneath. "I suggest you get out of my way." 

I cocked my head in a silent gesture of 'Do your best.' His hand moved with a incredible speed, his hand grasping the handle and bringing his weapon to swing where my head had been seconds ago. I sung my leg around aiming for his legs as he stepped back. His arms swinging down bringing the axe down as I rolled backwards. "I'm throughly impressed with your terrible axe handling skills." I scoffed sarcastically as he lunged from me. Leaping up my foot hit his back, sending him to the ground as I spun around, my knee connecting with his lower back as my hand came down connecting with the side of his neck a speciality of mine that rendered my victim unconscious. 

I grabbed the scruff of his shirt dragging him to the elevator that I had wedged open with a gurney. Struggling to lift him up I decided to leave him on the floor as I pressed the button for the roof. The dull music echoed through the static speakers. My arms remained crossed over my chest as it rose and fell. The door opened, my eyes meeting Scott's as he tried to fight off Sean. Leaving the muted man I ran tackling Sean off of the building and onto a ledge, his back hitting the landing as my fist collided with his face repeatedly. He struggled under my firm grasp, his teeth attempting to sink into my flesh as his eyes gleamed with hunger. 

He threw me off, his limbs pinning me down as I used my arms to distance his face from my throat. My fingers digging into his face as I pressed his jaw upwards holding his fangs at bay. His body fell limp, his eyes blinking slowly as he landed atop of me, a specific military weapon embedded in his back as the mute man grimaced towards me. I scowled shoving Sean's body off of the building. 

"And now I owe you my life, thanks." I muttered reluctantly before I turned my gaze away from him allowing him to escape instead of following through with my original plan. I glanced down at my knee, blood soaking through my jeans as frayed pieces of material swayed in the chilly breeze. I rubbed my face, my gaze meeting my blood covered fingers.