As the lines between good and evil were blurred and new, unlikely alliances were formed, there were very few things keeping Carson Bradley sane. But sometimes, even sanity was not enough to win a war when there was already so much blood raining down...
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CHAPTER THIRTEEN SWIMMING WITH THE LIZARD
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I struggled against the person as the led me down the hallway. They didn't put me down and they wouldn't remove their hand. As we kept going forward, there was no way for me to figure out who the person was; there were no reflective surfaces to see a face and they didn't make a sound, even as I kicked at them and bit at their hand furiously. Whoever it was, it had to be someone strong enough to carry a sixteen year old girl with one arm. A werewolf? One of the Argents?
Well, whoever it was, they were definitely not going to be getting a muffin basket for this.
Minutes later, we ended up in the pool room. It was empty, as it should be at this hour. The water was serene, sloshing gently. Oh God, we're they going to try and drown me or something? I couldn't die, not now! There was so much that I had to do! They kept walking towards the pool. Yup, they were going to kill me. I could see my funeral now.
Suddenly, my feet were back on solid ground and the arms around me let go. I quickly spun on my heel, ready to book it out of this place when I caught glimpse of my captor.
"Derek?" I screeched, seeing the Alpha smirking at me. "What the hell is your problem?"
He feigned surprise. "I only wanted to talk Carson."
"Talk?" I said, pretty much screaming at him. "And this is how you get me to talk to you? You scared the living shit out of me!"
"I did what any normal person would have done," he said with a simple shrug.
I groaned. "No, you didn't. Because when normal people have to talk to someone, they go 'oh can we talk for a second?' not kidnap them!"
"I didn't kidnap you," he responded, a look of distaste on his face.
My eyes widened. "You don't consider that kidnapping me? You picked me up and dragged me off against my will Derek. I think any court of law would consider that—Stiles?"
I had been cut off by the sight of my boyfriend being dragged into the room, much like I had been. Only, he was stumbling on his own, a firm looking grip held on his jacket. By Erica.
She smirked devilishly at me. "See, Stiles? I told you that little text would get her here. She was worried about her little boyfriend being in trouble. She took the bait, hook, line and sinker."
"You know, we're about three feet from a pool Erica," I snapped. "Don't make me have to hold your head under water."
She rolled her eyes and released Stiles. She sauntered off to stand awfully close to Derek. She sent him a smile, one he did not return. Stiles hurried over to me, latching onto my hand.
