she struggles as she tries to free of the straps. The faint dripping and the smell of old metal and burning mercury brings her to cringe. Hayden is working hard at the table next to the metal bed she's struggling in. Hayden shakes her head,
"I wouldn't do that if I were you." Hayden says, scoffing. She stops struggling as she hears Hayden clinging something against the table. Tears fill her eyes, and she tries to swallow, but she cant.
"What are you-" She spits, but gets cut off by duck tape. Her hair falls around her faces and in her mouth as the duck tape is slathered over. Hayden laughs and sets the syringe up. The bright blue liquid practically glows in the death defying syringe.
"now, this will only hurt a little," She smiles, an unsettling one. She adds, "my little banshee." Hayden gurgles a laugh and slowly brings the syringe up.
She struggles and tries to talk, but muffled jibberish strained by the tape only comes out. Hayden smiles menacingly and jabs the syringe in her neck, just the same as she did with Grace. The girl screams and Hayden chuckles. Tears fill up the girls eyes, and Hayden's look full of mischief. She unstraps the girl, taking her sweet time, and then tells her,
"you can go, but Hey, don't tell anyone, or else. I mean, I guess you can't really tell anyone because you can't really scream, since I took the power from you to do so anymore." The girl nods and wipes tears from her eyes. she gets off the metal table, and starts to walk out, terrifying, and confused, until Hayden stops her,
"Goodbye Cassidy." Cassidy freezes, and looks back. she then shakes it off and walks out, the moment she hits fresh air, she sprints.
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She sits in the middle of the woods, crying, collapsed. Her leg is bleeding in scratches, and she looks pale. She pulls out her phone. she stutters and hesitates until finally she gives up on calling someone, and types in a familiar number. It rings, and she chokes,
"Hello? 911? I need help." Her hair Is tangled and she looks around the dark woods, owls and rustling rattling in the distance. She gulps, her throat dry, and she mutters something under her breath. she hangs up, and waits.
As the sirens roar and police scurry up to her, they ask her wait her name is. She doesn't answer.
"honey, what's your name?" Sheriff Stilinski repeats, and she cries,
"um...C-cassidy? I think..." Sheriff nods and guides her to the police car. As she looks at the blurred trees trying to catch up to the moving vehicle. She rubs her forehead and thinks to her self,
what just happened?
