Impermeable (2)

Carousel Blood

▸ Carousel - Melanie Martinez

Sherriff Stilinski swung open the door to his office to see Scott and I grinning at him. He sighed, waving us in. We had called him on our way over to explain what happened last night. Scott and I walked in, standing near Sherriff Stilinski's desk.

"All right." Sherriff Stilinski closed the door. "You heard a voice coming through the radio, and now you're convinced it's the voice of –"

"Stiles." I nodded, licking my lips.

"Your son." Scott emphasized the word 'son'. 

"Uh-huh. And maybe it's just a random signal cross?" Sherriff Stilinski looked at us with disbelief. Scott reached into his pocket and grabbed Stiles' keys. He slammed it down on the desk.

"Peter gave us the keys to the Jeep and it started right up-" Scott started to explain.

"Well, not right away. It sputtered the first time. It was the sec-" I rambled on, only for Scott to cut me off by shaking his head.

"Claudia's Jeep." Scott went back on topic.

"Oh, wait, wait, so, now I'm supposed to trust Peter Hale?" Sherriff Stilinski asked.

"I want you to trust me. Trust us." Scott pointed to himself and I. "We heard Stiles on that radio, I'm sure of it."

"If you had heard it too-"

"Well, I didn't." Sherriff Stilinski cut me off. My jaw ticked as I squinted my eyes at him.

"Yeah. But of you had-"

"Enough, Nevah!" Sherriff Stilinski cut me off.  I huffed, crossing my arms. "Scott! Enough."

Sherriff Stilinski slide the keys back to Scott, placing a hand on his hip. Rolling my tongue over my teeth, I grabbed the keys. Scott looked at me with a frown.

"Fine." I looked back up at the Sherriff. "I guess we will just have to find another way to prove it."

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Scott, Malia, Lydia and I skipped school to go to Canaan. Lydia had another Banshee moment about the town in the girls' locker room earlier today. While Scott and I were talking to the Sherriff, Malia and Lydia looked up the town. The only thing they could find was a map from thirty years ago. We were currently in Malia's car. Lydia was in the passenger's seat and Scott and I were in the back. The True Alpha was knocked out, his head on my lap in a sibling way. 

I was looking out the window watching the new town. It had a weird old feel to it, as if the town hasn't been developed to today's industrialization. There were cars parked randomly in the streets. The buildings we have passed were all empty. It was starting to seem as if this was a ghost town. Malia pulled the car into a stop once the GPS told us that we arrived. She put her car in park. Lydia nodded her head towards our sleeping Alpha.

"You want me to wake him up?" I whispered. Malia turned to face me and nodded. "But he looks like a puppy. Ugh, fine."

I lightly tapped Scott's shoulder. He sleepily opened his eyes. Looking around, he looked back at us.

"Where are we?" He gruffly asked.

"According to the GPS, this is it." Malia said. Scott sat up, looking out the front windshield. We climbed out of the car, looking at our surroundings. Chills ran down my back. Something doesn't feel right. I walked next to my friends, seeing the Town Square in front of us.

"This is it." Lydia spoke, scanning the city. "Canaan's a ghost town."

"Let's scope this place out." I shrugged, walking forward. The pack followed after me. About a mile or two in, we arrived in a neighborhood. Fences were destroyed. The grass was tall. The cars were covered in dirt.