No Matter What

Part 3

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I'm only one call away

"Hey, it's Derek, leave a voicemail."

You rolled your eyes at the unimaginative outgoing message he had as the loud beep sounded.

"Hey, Derek, it's me. I'm uh- oh, shit!" Ducking down right as an arrow flew over your head from the shadows behind you, you stumbled forward slightly, sending a wary glance over your shoulder.

After a few moments of searching and still no other body in sight, you remembered you were mid-message, so you continued as you began to walk forward again. "Sorry. Apparently there are hun-"

A low lying branch smacked straight into your face, halting both your movement and speech. After a long moment of heavy breathing to try and keep yourself calm, you reached out with your free arm and flailed, beating the branch with everything you had, batting it out of your way, because how dare a branch interrupt your phone call- Stepping just past the branch, your eyes glowing their brilliant yellow, you froze and let them fade back to normal as you resumed your now lengthy voicemail. "Branches. Apparently there are branches in these woods."

You huffed, dragging a hand roughly through your hair as you stared at the ground. "Look, Derek. I'm in trouble. I think. I don't know, it's hard to explain. Just have Stiles look me up on GPS, I really could use some backup."

Gulping down the rising fear that made the hair on the back of your neck stand on end, you hung up, pocketing the phone, and venturing deeper into the woods.

I'll be there to save the day

Gasping as you reached the phone booth, you bent slightly at the waist to try and catch your breath, bracing your hands on your knees, glancing over your shoulder quickly before looking back to the booth, glad that the small little town you found yourself in still had the relics.

Fumbling into your pockets for any spare change, you found enough and quickly dialed the number you knew by heart, keeping a steadfast cautionary glance cast over your shoulder every few seconds.

Ringing seemingly endlessly, the phone finally connected, but went to voicemail.

"It's Stiles, you know what to do."

Groaning you hung up quickly and pushed the button to return your change. Quickly inserting it once again, you dialed the next number, which also went to voicemail, and you found yourself stomping your foot like a petulant child.

"Hey, it's Scott! Sorry I missed your call, but if you-"

You hung up once again, got the change, and tried the number you hadn't dialed in a while, seeing as it always went to voicemail.

There was no ringing, only a loud, unpleasant sound that drew your attention away from your gaze over your shoulder.

"We're sorry. This number has been disconnected. Please hang up and try again."

Disconnected?

Moaning when you heard the box eat your change, you hung up the receiver and dug through your pockets with shaking hands, hoping you still had enough to make one more call. Finding just enough, you quickly pulled your hand from your pocket, but in your eagerness you accidentally bumped your midsection and winced, eyes screwed shut in pain as you let out a muffled groan from behind tightly closed lips. Pulling your jacket to the side, you noticed the bloody spot was growing, and you wanted to burn every bit of wolfsbane on the planet simply for it's use as a nuisance.

Putting in the change, you dialed the number once again, thinking surely you had misdialed.

But that annoying sound quickly told you otherwise.