After Alice's sacrifice to save Scott, she was laid to rest. But Scott and his friends unknowing what she really was, she came back to the land of the living. Just in time for a new threat that snakes it's way into her's and her friends' lives. Will...
After we had put our things in our lockers we went to seek Stiles out as he had Jackson. We had arrived at Beacon Hills preserve, walking into the woods to find Stiles. We didn't walk too far as we could see Stiles texting on a phone.
We both steadily walked to him, trying not to make as much noise. He took his gaze from the phone to look around, but looked in the opposite direction we were coming in at. He stared in that direction for a moment as we kept closer.
We both pounced forward at him as he turned ever so quickly in shock. "Oh, my God," he jumped back, hitting the big police van.
"They know," was Allison's reply. She had filled me in on the way here, that Jackson's parents know that he is missing.
"What?" Stiles states, clearly confused on the matter.
"They know Jackson's missing," Allison states, getting her point across to Stiles.
"No, they can't. I've been texting his parents since last night," Stiles states as he held up Jackson's phone to show us. "They don't have a clue,"
Allison shook her head at Stiles gesturing that it wasn't true. "My Grandfather told me his parents went to the police. They know," Allison finished, as Stiles looked down to the phone, before holding it between his thumb and his index finger.
"Oh..." He made a weird geeky sound, as he started to bounce his free hand up and down dramatically, like a baby slamming on something. He holds the phone out to Allison before she takes it, as he slid down the side of the van to the door, ripping it open as fast as he could.
Allison and I follow behind, Stiles leans in and grabs the radio that was in the police van. "All available units proceed to Beacon Hills Preserve as instructed. Proceed with caution until Sheriff Stilinski's arrival," Stiles had turned half-way through to look at us both with worry in his eyes. "Repeat: proceed with caution," the radio had cut off, meaning that they were done talking. Stiles ushers us into the police van, as we needed to move and try not to be found by his Dad. Allison and I sat in the van, as Stiles was behind the wheel.
"Where are we going?" I asked Stiles, my eyes going in the direction of his face, which was down at Jackson's phone, dialling a number.
"Somewhere very far from this," Stiles states, briefly looking up from the phone, before he throws it out of the window as it begins to ring. Stiles started the van and began to drive away from our current position. I think he had no idea where he was going but just away from that phone that the police could track.
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We had driven what seemed like forever until we were further away from the last spot. Stiles had parked the van near a cliff side which overlooked the whole town.
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Scott had found us with ease, as Allison had texted him to tell him where we were. He would have probably sniffed us all out. We began to walk down, my heels stuck into the soft dirty ground, it's what I get for wearing high-heels all the time.
