It's Argent, It's Mayhem {3}

Chapter Seven

The feeling that was resonating in Rory's chest, was not a good one. It appeared that morning after having yet another dream about some woman attempting to murder her with a garotte, and only increased when she walked into her class that morning.

She distractedly slid into her chair and pulled out her notebook, her pencil automatically finding a home in her hand as she began to sketch.

"Good morning" Ms Blake greeted the class,
"As you all know, Mr Harris is still missing – I mean, sick. Anyway, I'm filling in while we all hope and pray for a more qualified substitute to take my place. Okay, so let's get started, shall we?"

Stiles turned to Rory and Scott,
"Hey, so my dad said that the E.R attending wasn't strangled but did die from asphyxiation. They just don't know how"

"Do you think the on-call doctor could still be alive?" Scott questioned in curiosity.

"I don't know, but, Scott, there's got to be at least 20 other doctors in that hospital, at least, you know?" Stiles pointed out in concern,
"Any one of them could be next"

"Perfect" Rory muttered, not taking her eyes off of her page,
"A needle in a haystack"

Stiles frowned, tilting his head slightly as he glanced over at Rory's drawing only to find that she was drawing a destroyed classroom, which in Beacon Hills wasn't all that surprising to find. Both Rory and Stiles were drawn over to Scott who had just sneakily answered his phone,
"Hey, Doc, sorry, I'm in class right now. Can I call you back later?"

Scott's face quickly morphed into panic and concern,
"Doc? Doc? Doc? What's happening?"

Rory was on a hunt for her best friend and her cousin, not having seen them since the start of the school day which was concerning her more than she'd care to tell – between Levi, Aiden and Ethan all being around every corner watching Scott and those he surrounded himself with like hawks and the nightmares that Rory kept on having, life was just a little too stressful to handle at the moment.

The brunette pulled her locker door open with the intention of dropping her bag there and then going on a search for her two best friends only for frustration to cloud her brain, causing her to take a sharp breath inwards, although as she exhaled her mind cleared and a white trail of energy appeared.

Rory frowned for a moment before pulling out her phone and looking at her reflection in the screen to make sure her eyes weren't glowing, which they weren't, before she shut the locker door and began to follow the path.

She pushed open a door which lead to a locker room where Lydia's voice was echoing around,
"Sweetheart, my last boyfriend was a homicidal lizard, so, I think I can handle a werewolf"

The trail of energy disappeared as Rory rolled her eyes – classic Lydia. Although, once she got into the room properly it wasn't just her best friend that she saw, but she also saw Cora. The girl's eyes narrowed as she spotted Cora's hand holding tightly onto Lydia's wrist causing the strawberry blonde to wince uncomfortably,
"Let go"

When Cora didn't move Lydia tugged at her arm again, repeating,
"Let go... I said-"

"Let go"

Cora and Lydia both turned to look at Rory as her voice came out authoritative and stern, her eyes turning blue when Cora didn't release her grip,
"She said – let go"