Parrish was having sleepwalking episodes. It happened every night. He didn't know when, and he didn't know what triggered it, but at some point every night, he left his home. When he came back, he found burned clothes and blood. He wasn't just wandering out the door. He was heading out with purpose. He was searching for something.
He asked Argent to follow him. Said that he needed to know where he was going, and what he was doing. If people were getting hurt because of him. If he was adding to the body count. When he woke up at night, when it took over, he wanted Argent to follow him. And if he had to, Parrish wanted Argent to stop him.
Argent texted Scott saying that Parrish was on the move.
Stiles was driving the Jeep.
I was in the passenger seat.
Scott and Stiles were in the backseat.
Scott was looking at his phone. "He's headed for the school."
"Why's Parrish headed to the school?" Liam asked.
"It's not Parrish," Scott told us. "At least, not right now."
"Okay, why's a hellhound going to the school?" Stiles asked.
"'Cause he's got a yearning for higher education," I told him sarcastically. "Stiles, hellhound's at the school, so, drive to the school. Okay?"
Stiles gave me a sarcastic look, driving faster toward the school.
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We got to the school, with the driver's side facing the building.
Scott, Stiles and I got out of the car, closing our car doors very quietly, walking toward the school.
Liam got out of the car, closing the door loudly.
Scott, Stiles and I stopped, turning to give Liam a look.
"Sorry," Liam told us.
We walked toward the school.
Argent walked toward us.
"Where's Parrish?" Scott asked.
"I lost him," Argent told us. "He's moving too fast."
I looked away, seeing a figure lying on the ground nearby. "Guys. He's not moving at all."
Scott and Liam slowly started to walk toward the figure on the ground.
Argent, Stiles and I slowly followed.
Argent had his gun raised.
The figure was a man that had been slashed and torn into, dead.
We walked around him, walking around the corner to find another man on the ground.
Stiles looked at the buses. "Look."
The buses had been scorched, burned and broken into.
Several bodies were lying in the bus.
A boy looked up weakly. "Help me..."
Parrish walked closer, shirtless, covered in soot. "It's a trap."
"Please," the boy told us.
Parrish looked over his shoulder toward us, his eyes glowing with fire, fire seeming to be glowing from underneath his skin. "You can't help him."
The boy's body fell apart, his upper half falling to the ground outside.
Stiles and I jumped.
The beast was inside the bus.
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Slightly Consequential (Slightly Awkward Series / Book Five / Teen Wolf)
FanfictionStacie Stilinski knows how to defend herself now. She has known for a while. But she has also been playing it safe so nothing bad happened. But what happens if an accident occurred and she couldn't stop it? She makes a mistake that costs a life. Wh...
