Rekindle The Flame || Stilinski || Book Four || WATTY's 2022

Eleven

"DELIVERY TO THE MORGUE."

Parrish sat behind the wheel of a police van, speaking to the guard stationed outside the back entrance of Eichen House. He wore a kind, small smile--hiding his true anxiety about the plan to rescue Lydia finally occurring.

The security looked at the clipboard in his hands, checking through the papers of expected deliveries. He then glanced back at Parrish, shaking his head. "I don't see you on the list."

"You heard about the animal attacks, right?" Parrish asked, the guard nodding once. He then explained, "The hospital ran out of refrigerated drawers and Eichen's got the only other up-to-code morgue in the county."

"Let's have a look."

Parrish called out, stopping the guard's movements. "You don't want to do that. The stench back there almost made me pass out while driving."

"Open the back of the van, please," the security guard instructed.

Parrish swallowed hard, but dipped his head into a nod. He climbed out of the van, meeting the guard at the back. After Parrish opened the doors, the guard flicked on his flashlight and scanned the area.

Multiple black body bags were piled on top of one another. Once the guard saw them, he said, "I'll need to log the names off the toe tags."

"There's significant decomp," Parrish stated, disagreeing with the idea. "They were found in the county tunnels way past rigor."

The security guard didn't care. "Open them up, please."

Parrish sighed, and leaned towards one of the bags near the doors. He unzipped it slowly, revealing a severely deformed corpse--skin yellow and stomach ripped open.

The security guard almost threw up at the sight, having to turn away while he gagged. Parrish scrunched up his nose in disgust, before an idea struck him. He moved towards another body bag, but the guard quickly waved his hands.

"No, just go," he instructed. "Go."

As Parrish closed up the open bag, he hid a knowing smirk.

Getting into Eichen: check.

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"Please, tell me the coast is clear."

Sierra begged, her eyes squeezed shut. Her chest had started to tighten and she felt sweat form on her hairline from the hot air surrounding her.

She faintly heard Scott reply, "I think we're good."

Immediately, Sierra moved her hands to the small source of light above her head. Using her fingers, she pulled back the zippers  of the body bag she resided in and sat up with a gasp. A content sigh escaped her from being able to properly breathe, and when glancing at Scott and Liam, they did the same.

"Oh my god," Stiles expressed, taking a deep breath as he glared at Scott. "Never again."

"Agreed," Sierra stated. She then glanced around the morgue, realizing she had been placed on top of a counter. Carefully, she continued to unzip the bag to free her legs.

Scott and Liam followed her lead, while Stiles held a malfunction with his zipper. He yanked on it, but it wouldn't budge. And since he wasn't paying attention to how he sat on an examination table, he fell over into a heap.

Liam stifled a laugh, but fell quiet once Sierra and Scott's eyes landed on him. Scott then glanced at his phone screen, which illuminated a timer. "Fifteen minutes, starting now," he said.

That was how long they had to get to the Closed Unit, before the brownout occurred.

"Time to go then," Sierra announced, fully rising to her feet. She held out a hand to Stiles, who accepted the help to stand up.