SOTC: again - Noah Cyrus feat. XXXTENTACION
// chaos rising \\
"Okay" Thomas huffed, crouching down behind a small bush that was located in the forest. Tori followed his lead, herself trying to hide from the view of the nearby dear that fed on some old dead grass. "Be quick, but quiet. Be smart, smarter than the deer"
"Seems easy enough" Tori jumped up, ready to speed of towards the animal but her brother grabbed her arm, stopping her from doing such, "what?"
"Don't kill it"
Tori speed quickly into the direction of her feast, devouring her fangs in it the soft flesh of the male deer. In a matter of 5 minutes, the Whittemore had completely drained the animal of all it blood and managed to get none on her shirt. She looked back to Thomas, a sheepish look on her face.
"I killed it"
"Indeed you did"
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"Look again" Scott looked over between Derek and Lydia. The hale huffed, looking over the bruises on not only Lydia's arm but Allison's as well. The two friends put their arms together, the identical bruises making some sort of pattern.
"How is a bruise, going to tell me where Boyd and Erica are?"
"It's the same on both sides. Exactly the same" continued the McCall.
Derek sighed, "it's nothing"
"Pareidolia" Lydia pursed her lips, eyebrows raised at Derek, "seeing patterns that aren't there. It's a subset of apophenia"
Scott looked over at Derek, a slight hush to his tone as he spoke, "they're trying to help"
"These two?" Derek chuckled, eyes wondering back over to the girls, "this one, who used me to resurrect my psychotic uncle. Thank you. And this one, who shot about 30 arrows into me and my pack"
"Okay, look, none died all right?" Stiles said, "look, there may of been a little maiming, a little mangling, but no death"
Tori nodded her head from her spot atop on of the school desks, her arms crossed, "I agree with Stilinski. That's what I like to call an important distinction"
"My mother died" Allison looked up at Derek, a slight dirty look to her pale face.
"Your family's little honour code killed your mother. Not me"
"That girl was looking for Scott. I'm here to help him, not you"
"You wanna help? Find something real"
"Cmon Derek" Tori huffed, hoping down from her rather comfortable spot, "give thema chance"
Derek hummed, looking over at Scott, "well then maybe you should tell her what her mother was actually trying to do that night"
Everybody's head in that empty room snapped over to the male McCall, some eyebrows raised, som just simply awaiting and answer. Scott swallowed, "I don't know what you're talking about"
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"Tori, you're up"
the Whittemore smiled happily as her teacher had called her up to present her art presentation. Tori's heeled boots clicked along the old hardwood floor of the art classroom. She set up her canvas on the wooden easel that held up at the front of the class and cleared her throat. Tori turned her body to face the class of 15 students, wiping her slightly clammy hands on her top.
