schadenfreude ♢ teen wolf [o.h]

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Chapter Two - Omitting Certain Truths

The wind began whipping my hair in and out of my face as I stuck my head out the window of my dad's car. A smile played on my lips due to the surroundings--everything looked like something from a fairy tale. The trees were the perfect shade, an autumnal feeling hung in the air. Granted, it was dark out but it's not like everything was pitch black.

I looked behind the car, expecting an open road behind us but instead I saw a powdery, light blue coloured Jeep trailing behind our car, almost as if it was following my father and I.

"That car behind us," I started, pulling my head back into the car, "would look much better in white, don't you think?"

"Er...ja," my dad replied absentmindedly and I groaned in response.

"Are you worried? About this 'job'?" I questioned, using air quotes around the last word. When he didn't reply, I let out a quiet sigh. "If we do fail, our lives will just carry on as normal."

"Marina, there's fifty thousand dollars at stake here! Do you have any idea what that money would do for us?"

I picked at my nails whilst rolling my eyes. "The fifty thousand is just a reward, it's not at stake because if we fail we are not going to lose any money whatsoever. Just some time that would be spent doing nothing." Before my dad could retort some meaningless argument, I leant forward and turned on the radio.

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"It all happened so fast," I mumbled as I sifted through many newspapers in the quaint town of Beacon Hills. You know, for such a small town they do have many papers, for example: the Beacon Hills Gazette and the Daily Beacon.

One I had found whilst researching held a very interesting article containing three of the many names on the list I was sent two days previous.

The names were: Scott McCall, Lydia Martin and Kira Yukimura. There were other names but those three were on the list!

The article was about a girl named Allison Argent and her untimely death--she was stabbed once and died in the arms of Scott, says the article.

"Hang on..." I whispered to myself, highlighting a strange piece of text in the article. "Stabbed once...in the sternum...all the way through?" I quirked an eyebrow in suspicion. A normal gang and a normal knife wouldn't have been able to impale someone without her group of friends noticing the attacker holding a knife big enough to impale. Possibly not an accident? A setup? "Allison Argent, huh? Let me make a note of that." I wrote down the name and surrounded her surname in brackets. If this was going to be a cipher, then it'd have to be somewhat short.

Out of the blue, my phone buzzed with a new message from a blocked number. I assumed it was the Benefactor however this time they were not calling but they were texting.

You seem to be clueless about a very big secret yet to be uncovered in Beacon Hills. No matter, we will send you one clue to help with the strange deaths you've found.

The Oni.

I furrowed my eyebrows. Deaths? As in plural?

My head snapped up from my phone sitting on my lap to the computer I was just using and I quickly scrolled down the page.

Lo and behold, the article ended on the report of a similar death of a person called Aiden. They had died of the same injuries but this small, four lined paragraph was the only mention of Aiden's existence.

I glanced at my phone and decided to go out on a limb--I typed in 'the Oni'.

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After some early morning research and putting names to faces, I felt I was finally able to get ready.