00005 ➳ Fuck

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"In this land some of us fuck more than we die, but most of us die better than we fuck." ― Charles Bukowski.

"If you can't say 'Fuck' you can't say, 'Fuck the government." ― Lenny Bruce.

"What kind of fuckery is this?" ― Amy Winehouse.

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Evelyn Hall's POV - 04 / 08 / 2015 : Beacon Hills

My pack surrounded me in a small circular group, my hair was slicked back through the constant nervous tick of running my hands through my hair. My breathing wavered ever so slightly as I locked eyes with Brett and Cole. 

"You two, go to the morgue and grab a copy of the list of recently deceased." Brett nodded before grabbing his coat and hurrying out of the burn't remnants that I called home, followed closely by Cole who had developed the art of being a finger smith. I bit my lip softly in thought, my bottom jaw moving side to side in fluid motions, the bone grazing against my upper jaw as I turned to Silver and Josh. "Check the school for evidence of an attack, stay hidden from Stiles. I need to be the one to tell him. Russ go with Silver and Josh and keep an eye on Theo." I kept my eyes trained on Russ's as we shared a few unspoken words through out intense gaze. 

"Girl's you're with me, we'll need to survey the station for any recent activity, and possible involve and inquire the Sheriff and Jordan as they and Scott are they only ones that are informed of my very much alive self." The two girls nodded leaving to await my appearance in the car.

"You are wary of Theo, why?" Silver questioned, his eyes forming slits as he stood unmoving before me. 

"If someone asks you to keep a secret, a secret that you promised would never be uttered by either you or he. Do you share it, or do keep your promise and keep it hidden beneath the law?" Silver bit the inside of his cheek, gently gnawing at it before turning and leaving, followed closely by myself and Russ before parting our separate ways. 

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"So how did you know Theo?" Dawn asked casually as she rested her foot upon the dashboard of my baby much to my aguish. Shooing her feet down I shrugged. 

"Uh, I just knew him." I knew both Ana and Dawn were mightily curious as they sat up a little straighter from their slouched forms.

"Just knew him?" Dawn asked, her lips tilting down as she shrugged raising her eyebrows in an act to get more information as I hid the smile that began to pull at my lips. 

"Yeah every now and again when I returned to Beacon Hills with my mother, Stiles, Scott, Theo and I would hangout at the edge of the forest," my eyes shone in memory as my fingers tapped to an upbeat tune upon the steering wheel, "but one night we- well we stopped." I muttered coldly, my tapping coming to an abrupt stop as I felt my shoulders tense. 

"Why?" Ana asked, while she pretended to look at her nails uninterestedly. 

I took a look pause, as my eyes retreated to the edge of the forest where memories played endlessly. "Witchcraft." I muttered, a smirk tainting my tone in a sarcastic and humour filled voice. I turned my eyes to Dawn a smile highlighting my features as my pearly white teeth shone eerily. 

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