Lydia is the head of what some may call a mafia. A crime ring if you will. The catch? No one, except her head crew, actually knows her true identity, ruling under the codename Parks leaving everyone to believe she is actually a man. Anyone who finds...
The Beacon Hills police department– BHPD– had been tracking Parks for years. He was a highly trained criminal mastermind specialized in recruiting others to steal and murder. The man was highly advanced in his work. What no one knew was that his real name was Lydia.
We start our story off today with Allison Argent. The beautiful brunette was in charge of finding new recruits and as every Wednesday comes, a stack of papers would be tucked beneath her arm. The girl rolls her eyes and yanks the boy following her by his collar. "Stop flirting and walk." She bites, earning her a smirk. He was handsome, no doubt, and confident as indicated by the numerous catcalls he'd already given to some of the female workers. Allison was sure to smack him upside the head once they were in the elevator.
Ah the elevator he had become slightly accustomed to only two days ago. The third floor it opened on was oh so familiar that he couldn't help a cheeky grin. White. Everything was pristine and dressed in white. When walking out of the elevator, you'd notice a desk straight ahead, sitting in front of a wall made completely of windows and overlooking the Beacon Hills skyline. To your right is a large open living room with a working fireplace and crystal chandelier over head and past that the kitchen. There was a single door to the right of the elevator that contained an equally as white bedroom and conjoined bath. The walls, the couch and the love chair, the cabinets, the fur rug, the fridge, the desk, absolutely everything was white.
The only indication the two had entered was the click-clack of Allison's heels. Joy, Lydia thought sarcastically, turning around in the desks roller chair with a sigh. "Who's the newbie?" Stiles bit his lip. She was made up of pearl skin and freckled cheeks, how could you not love her? Crossing his arms, the boy let a chuckle escape him. Lydia's head immediately shot up, that cheeky grin making her stomach sink and she felt like running out of the room. "You clean up nice." He held a smirk. "You two know each other?" Allison asks, glancing between them. "He bought me a shot." Lydia speaks through gritted teeth, her knuckles turning white from gripping the arm rests on her chair. "Oh honey I did more than buy you a shot." He chuckles and she stood.
"Get him out." She commands. Instead, Allison stays put and Stiles begins to wander around the room. "Very white." He comments. Both girls exchange a look before returning their eyes to him. Lydia double claps her hands and the entire room gradients to black, startling him. The fire place lit itself and the crystal chandelier shifted to black antlers. Stiles began to stare at the change like a child at the zoo.
"I wouldn't have hired him if I would have known." Allison apologizes. Stiles double claps and the room goes pastel pink, antlers changing to cherry blossoms, the fire being replaced with a bouquet of roses. "How many times does it do this?!" Stiles laughs, clapping his hands again. Next it was blue, a waterfall in the fireplace, tentacles as the chandelier now. "I don't give a shit, just keep him away from me." She sighs and just as the boy was about to clap again, Allison dragged him away by the collar of his shirt. He blew a kiss to Lydia as they entered the elevator earning him a roll of the eyes. |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
"Isaac I'm trying to deal with a newbie would you please go talk to Scott about it?" Allison kept strutting down the hall with both Isaac and Stiles in toe, not even giving Isaac a second glance. "Scotts busy and I need to complain about little shit." He looks at Stiles from the corner of his eye. "I'm Isaac. Lahey." The curly haired boy offers his hand and the brunette grins. "Stiles Stilinski."
Allison stops suddenly. "Okay, you know what I have two and a half minutes to spare, make this quick." Stiles had a feeling he was going to like this guy. He felt very chill and not as intimidating as the rest of this place. "So basically I killed that girl we were assigned to get the diamond ring from–" Isaac begins to ramble, the first sentence changing Stiles' mind immediately. Killed. As in murder. The boy spoke so casually about murdering this girl. And yes, when Stiles signed up he knew what he was in for but still the thought made him slightly wheezy.
"And then that little fucking shit wouldn't get my favorite goddamn knife out of her head." He spits, pointing behind his back as if whoever the hell he was talking about would suddenly. Allison already looked bored with this story. "Liam's job is to wipe fingerprints off of doorknobs or get rid of bodies, if he saw no evidential harm in leaving your knife there was no reason for him to bring it back. Case dismissed." Allison waves him off before continuing her walk down the hall, Stiles trailing shyly behind.
"See you at mush, Stilinski!" Isaac gives him a wave and Stiles grins in return. How long was this damn hallway? Eventually it opened up to a large room scattered with tables facing this way and that way. "This is the mush room." Allison explains, walking along the outer walls. "The employees are aloud to move the tables anyway they want which often results in a tornado looking pattern." Stiles chuckles, looking upward towards the high ceiling. Doors marked with numbers that he assumed were room were placed around the concrete walls as well as up on a second level, a staircase off towards what looked like a bar.
"We only serve alcohol on Saturday nights, the weekends you're aloud to go wherever you want but if you tell a soul we will have you murdered." Allison stops with a scary sweet smile on her lips and hands him a key. "Room fifteen upstairs. You'll go see Scott once you're done unpacking, right through that door over there." She points to a large metal door in one of the "corners" of the oval shaped room. And then she was gone, leaving him alone. ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||| Authors note:
AM I THE ONLY ONE THAT THINKS ISAAC WOULD HATE THE SHIT OUT OF LIAM BUT AT THE SAME TIME TREAT HIM LIKE A LIL BRO? Btw
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