"They said I'll live..." She trails off, trying to think of the bright side. I scoff,
"Well, duh, It was just a broken arm..." I scoff again and shake my head, messing with her doctor's notes. I finally set the clipboard of notes down, plastic hitting metal.
Metal.
"Are you going to kill anyone?" Her voice sounds faint and strained. I can't tell if it's the pain meds or because she's scared I'll kill anyone. I look at her with a blank face and then turn around, walking out. Just as I touch the doorknob, she palely exclaims,
"If you do, we won't be mad." I turn my head slightly towards her, still back facing her. She continues,
"It's not You, it's the Dread Doctor's. It's the serum. Airs the void fox that kills." I swallow and then fling open the door, not letting her words get to me. I speed walk out the hospital, not minding to punch or destroy some walls or chairs. I walk out and rush with fury to the others.
Time to bring on the fox.
Time to play some games.
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"Scott?" I ask sweetly as I knock on his door. I know they are all here. I know they are.
"Scott, it's Grace.." I try to sound as nice as I can. I see movement from inside and finally, Scott opens the door, stiles and Paige hiding behind him. I gulp and smile,
"They did it. They fixed me." I try to show as much teeth as I can. Scott looks confused, weary, cautioned,
"What do you mean.." Paige and Stiles have now grow and stood up a little from behind Scott's shoulders. I look at Paige. Werewolf Paige. She's supernatural now. It feels weird, awkward. I look back to Scott.
"I went to The Hospital, and Deaton. They helped me, Scott. They got it out of me." After a while, he finally lets me in, and I step in, taking in what used to be our hang out. I sense more people in the living room. I walk in. They all stand up in alarm and Liam looks confused,
"Grace...?" I smile at him. He sort of smiles back. Scott is now behind me and he puts a hand on my shoulder.
"It's okay. She's back." I look at Scott and smile and Liam is now hugging me. Everyone is rushing around me, asking me how I am. How it felt. Asking what happened. As everyone is exchanging hugs with me, All I can think about is how much fun this game is.
How much I've fooled them.
