Beacon Hills 1983

Chapter 58: Lucy Henderson

(Teen wolf + The Chilling adventures of Sabrina + Riverdale)
10 November 1983, Monday

As Lucy closed the door behind Nes...

The three girls slumped against the wall.
Claudia was biting her nails anxiously, Natalie was humming, and Lucy wanted her shoes.

Actually, she just wanted to sleep.

It felt like she'd only been knocked out for five minutes before Billy interrupted, but Lucy knew well enough, as an esteemed lover of sleep, that sometimes hours could feel like minutes when you were deep into a dream.

So it didn't surprise her how dark it was outside when she looked through the window. Although, Lucy was surprised at how late Nes returned.

Furthermore, she wondered what Billy meant by saying Nes's sister could "help him".

Help him how?

Surely, Timothée was the one who got Billy involved in all this supernatural business. Lucy didn't like Billy, but niether did she trust Timothée. He was far too shady a character, and definitely had something to hide. She'll have to warn Nes about him, seeing how trusting her best friend is around the boy.

She sighed and closed her eyes, sinking back into the rest of the memory she dreamt about earlier.

"Lucy Henderson, you've been called to the head masters office."
Mrs. Doomsbury, interrupted the Sacred Geometry lesson to say.

A buzz of murmurs spread through the classroom. Lucy rolled her eyes. They were all too dramatic. He probably just wanted to tell her that she needed to start taking classes seriously. Or that she needed to make friends. That there was no point in missing her mortal friends at Baxter High, as they were temporary beings, soon to be washed away by age, years and eventually-
death.

Lucy walked quietly to his office.

"I was told you asked for me, sir?"

Someone was sitting in the chair facing the head master, and turned around as she walked in.
It was Lucy's father, trying very hard not to ball his eyes out.

He stood up instantly and threw his arms around his daughter.

"Dad? What's going on?" Her voice was shaky. It wasn't the first time she'd seen him cry. Aaron Henderson cried quite often, for a grown man.

But something felt... Wrong.

Natalie shook her awake.
"Luce, don't sleep in that position. You'll get a stiff neck."

Luce? And she was just starting to like the girl...

"C'mon you can sleep in my room. I'll tell you when they're done talking." She says, now helping Lucy to her feet.

A few steps to the left, and they were in Natalie and Claudia's room. It was almost identical to the one next door, save a few minor differences, like the lamp between the beds, and the decorative paintings hanging on the wall.
"Night night." Natalie said, and the room went dark.

The bedsheets were ruffled, as it was obvious the two girls had been asleep before they came to her rescue.
Lucy lay on one of them, and closed her eyes.
But this time, sleep never came. It refused.

Maybe it was her brain's relfex to avoiding the rest of the memory- which was nothing but a painful web of incidents.
Her eyes stung, and the air was thick.
She hugged her chest, as if arms alone would be enough to keep up the walls.

Walls. They were very important.

If they fell, so would she. And Lucy promised herself never to fall back into that dark place, ever again.

Marilyn pulled her out once...
But she didn't have Marilyn anymore.

Lucy hated what she did. Wished she wasn't so blinded by her own problems that she ignored everyone else's.

Not just ignore, she pretty much ruined Marilyn's life...

Okay, that was a stretch. But TECHNICALLY, she did.

What if Lucy went to her right now, and apologised?
Would Marilyn forgive her?

Or really... did she deserve to be forgiven?

The thought gnawed at Lucy's mind.
Without thinking, she got up, dug through Natalie's drawer for socks, wore her slippers, and left the room.

"Where are you going?" Natalie called.
"Outside for some air." She lied, hoping the red head wouldn't follow, "It's quite stuffy in here. I'll be back in a bit."
To her surprise, Natalie just nodded and sat beside Claudia.

Lucy walked downstairs, and found Emel and Greg in the lobby.

The older girl looked up, startled when she recognized Lucy, and tried to prop Greg up with one arm. She'd changed out of her work clothes, and now wore denim jeans and a leather jacket.

Definitely Nes's sister.

Greg looked awfully drowsy, and passed out.
Lucy never thought him to be the drunk type.

He must have went out to a bar some time during Lucy's disturbed nap. Emel must've found him and brought him back safely.

It was the only excuse she could think of for finding the two of them like that.

"Hey." She said.
"Oh... Linda, was it?" Emel replied, with much less effort.
"Lucy."
"Right, Lucy. Um... Nes isn't with you, is she?"
"No."
"Okay." She nodded.
Just then, Greg fell, literally, to the ground. Emel's hands were shaking- but not from nervousness. She looked impatient.

"Need some help?" Lucy finally asked.
"Um," Emel thought. "Yeah."
There was an edge in her voice.
They each slung an arm of Greg's around their shoulders, and held him up to a standing position. His feet dragged as they walked, making it more difficult to move him than it already was.
Luckily, his room was on the bottom floor, and they didn't have to pull him up the stairs.

Emel and Lucy caught their breaths at last, releasing Greg. He lay very limp on the bed.

Only then did Lucy realize; the man was still as a corpse.

She froze, and an uneasy feeling washed over her.

Is he...?

"He's just drunk." Emel said quickly, sensing the discomfort in Lucy's composure. But didn't sound genuine.

She couldn't stop staring now.
His skin was extremely pale, and powdery. Dark blue circles ringed his eyes, and his hands...
She noticed his hands.
Long, sharp claws, almost talon-like grew out of his fingers. They seemed to have begun oozing a clear substance...

OH. CRAP.

Lucy's stomach dropped ten feet. She couldn't tell if it was from shock, fear, or dissapointment. But one thing was made very clear; she was wrong. Timothée was not the kanima.

"You're the... And he's the..."
She couldn't say the words.

Like a skilled assassin, Emel swiftly pulled something- two things- out from behind her. Daggars, Lucy saw, as they flashed momentarily in the dim light, and the older girl flung them toward her.

She dodged quickly, but hit the wall hard, and in that instant, something in her pocket she'd almost forgotten about, clicked.