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25|A PHSYCO WITH FLIES✔

' is evil something you are? or is it something you do? '

    "BARROW WENT after kids with glowing eyes? He said those exact words?" Isaac silently questions as he walks beaides Stiles, the three of us making our way down the school hallway.

      The sheriff and Agent McCall, together with other police officers are searching Beacon Hills High. Apperntly William Barrow, some kind of bomber person, escaped Beacon Hills Memorial, he had serious injuries, and was spotted nearby in search for kids with glowing eyes

        "Yeah. And no one knows how he woke up from anesthesia. Just that when they opened him up, they found a tumor full of live flies." I almost gag at the explenation Stiles gives, a shudder running down my spine as I shake my head in disgust.

"Which in any other circumstance would be all kinds of awesome." Give him a quick look, I only shame my head in dismissal, "yeah, no, not really."

Stiles fakes being offended as he places a hand on his chest, I only roll my eyes at him. "Might be awesome to you, but it's really gross to me. I mean, just imagine, you're doing a surgery and boom, a tumour with flies."

  "Dis you say flies?" A new voice joins our conversation, it belonging to my strawverry blonde sister. Her eyebrows are furrowed, as she stares at me.

  "Lydia?" Allison pushes her to continue,  "All day I have been hearing this sound. It's like this buzzing." Lydia explains, while she puts her hand against her ear.

"Like the sound of flies?"

"Exactly like the sound of flies."

Cocking a brow at this, I put a gentle hand on Lydia's shoulder, she seems startled and confused, her piercing green eyes meeting my brown ones, "it's okay," I assure her,

      "we're gonna' figure out what's going on." She only nods at this , giving me a tight smile as I drop my hand to my side.

"Hey dude," Stiles speaks up, spotting Scott , who hurriedly makes his way over to us, "where the hell have you been?"

     Before Scott can answer, Lydia cuts him short, a distraught exoression  crossing her features, her eyes    looking bewildered as she stares at the several police officers making       their way toward the exit,

          "The police are leaving. Why are they leaving?"

      "The police?" Scott seems confused, his eyes scanning the haway as he frowns,

      "They must have cleared the building and grounds, which means he's not here." The panic is evident in Lydia's voice.

    "Who? What are those guys-" Scott tries again, but is cut off by my sister,