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Author's Note:
Sorry for the slow updates, my internet has been shit the last few days so I haven't been able to write or post anything. But we got it fixed so updates will be coming.Chapter Thirty-Two
⊚ Visionary ⊚** A strange, rhythmic pulsing rises over a barren section of woods on the outskirts of Beacon Hills. Feet pounding across the arid ground, a teenage boy carrying a little girl runs blindly through the darkness, almost like he's trying to outrun the sound. But he stumbles on an exposed tree root and crashes to the ground, making sure he got most of the impact instead of the girl.
A cloud of dust settles to reveal the boy kneeling, hands held to his ears, fifteen year old Derek Hale peers up to focus on the source of his pain. A Hunter's ultrasonic emitter stuck in the ground. Gunshots ring out behind him making him tighten his old on his eight year old little sister, Blake.
Rising up, Derek charges off again. But another emitter piercing the side of a tree pushes him in the opposite direction. Everywhere he turns, another Emitter and its intolerable screeching propels him in a new direction, pushing him, corralling him. "Der?" Blake asked, terrified as she stuffed her face in his chest. "It's okay Moony. We'll be okay."
Racing into a clearing, Derek slams into another young man. They whirl about to face each other. The Young Man's eyes glow, causing Derek's eyes to brighten in response, surging a brilliant yellow. "You're a Hale. Aren't you?" The boy said, glanced down at Blake who had looked back at him.
Before Derek can respond, an arrow pierces the Young Man's throat causing Blake to let out a high pitch scream and hide her face in Derek chest again. His mouth opens in shock, Derek stares in horror and holds Blake closer to him as the Young Man collapses. As he hits the ground, the glow recedes from his eyes.
Hearing a mechanic click, the sound of a weapon reloading, Derek spins around. A hunter steps out of the darkness, raising a massive crossbow and aiming it right at the fifteen year-old boy and his sister. Derek hugged Blake closer to him and she whimpered in fear as the hunter fires.
But a hand snatches the arrow right out of the air. A young Peter Hale snarls in response, fangs bared, and snaps the arrow in half. The Hunter drops the crossbow and a gun appears almost instantly in his hand.Peter grabs the still stunned Derek and drags his niece and nephew into darkness as gunfire blasts through the night and down dirt-covered stairwell leads down to a root cellar, long overtaken by unchecked growth.
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Fanfiction**COMPLETED*** Coming back to Beacon Hills with her brother, Blake Hale obviously knew they came back for a reason. But she wasn't exactly prepared to come for one reason, and stay for another. She wasn't prepared to go back to school, or to make fr...