" Sometimes the world doesn't need a hero...
Sometimes what it needs is a monster. "
• Thęy thøūght thēÿ håð kiłlėd mė,
thaþ thêįr ñightmårës wêre ôvër.
Høw ŵröñg węre theŷ,
Før thē bėaßt çåme bäćk Šþronger •
None of the main characters are mine...
" So, Elena, why don't you tell me something about yourself? " said Stiles cheerfully. " Well, uhm, there's really not much to tell.." I replied quickly, my eyes scanning the room. It's only been a few minutes since I met this guy and he already stroke me as the type not to be messed with. " Oh, but I'm sure there must be something. " His lips curved, revealing an intimidating smirk. My instincts told me to run, to hide and never come back again. But somehow I managed to stay calm. I reached for my bag, eager to leave this hell hole. " It's been a pleasure to meet you- " " Why, it has. " He stood up with me and stepped forwards. " But, I believe it's best if I go now. " I gathered my belongings and prepared to leave as I felt something clutch my wrist. " Who are you?! " I turned to meet the gaze of a maniac. His eyes were wild and lively, seeming to scrutinise every ounce of me. " Hey, let go of me! " I shouted at him, twisting my wrist out of his strong hold. He stared at me as if in some kind of trance. " Goodbye, Stiles. " I faced the door, slamming it behind me as I walked out.
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