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 me 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 me to follow him. And if I had to, Parrish wanted me to stop him.
So at night at Parrish's house, I was watching him get up from where he was sleeping, leaning forward, pulling out my phone, texting Scott.
He's on the move.
I stood, following Parrish.
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I followed Parrish to the school, seeing that Stiles, Scott and Liam got here in the Jeep.
Scott and Stiles 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 and Stiles stopped, turning to give Liam a look.
"Sorry," Liam told them.
I walked toward them.
"Where's Parrish?" Scott asked.
"I lost him," I told them. "He's moving too fast."
Liam looked away, seeing a figure lying on the ground nearby. "Guys. He's not moving at all."
Scott, Liam and I slowly started to walk toward the figure on the ground. Stiles slowly followed.
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 jumped.
The Beast was inside the bus.
"That's big," Stiles told us. "No one said it was that big."
"I did," Liam told us.
The Beast roared.
Parrish burst on fire, roaring.
The Beast ran to the front of the bus.
Parrish ran toward the bus.
The Beast burst out of the windshield, making it shatter, continuing to run away.
Parrish ran after it.
The Beast and Parrish ran away, leaving.
"What the hell's happening?" Scott asked.
"It's getting smarter," I answered.
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