Warnings: Blood, injuries, violence, Theo's face, guns, the Beast, destruction, dead bodies, swearing
Even without the elevated senses, Vic could smell the blood as she walked out of the elevator with her brother, Kira and Scott. Vic felt her eyes widen as the gurneys rolled past. So many, she thought. She was glad for the knives on her hips, that added security, the comfort of the blades.
Her dad was right there, watching the bodies roll past. The man had gotten out of the hospital's care, but he had a cane. It was temporary but she still worried about her dad, it was natural to her.
"Who found them?" Stiles asked.
The sheriff turned around to facethe teens. "Argent," he answered. He hesitiated before he spoke again. "And he said the Doctors were down there." Vic's eyes strayed back to the bodies. Why would the Doctors be down there? They never did anything without a reason. "He also said you guys might know what this thing is."
"We've got a theory," Scott said.
"It's a slightly terrifying theory," Stiles said.
"Well the ME said that victims were killed somewhere else and then dumped in those tunnels," Noah continued.
It was then it clicked for her. "They're protecting it," Vic said. Her eyes were stuck on the gurneys as they rolled by. "It's their success, the one they finally got right. They're covering up its mistakes. They're protecting it until its ready to walk on its own." She didn't even need to think about it. She knew why the Doctors did it because it was how she thought, how she would do anything to protect her brother, her dad. The thought made her shiver.
"Protecting what?" Noah asked.
"A werewolf," Scott answered.
"La Bête," Vic continued.
"The Beast," Kira translated.
Noah looked shocked, trying to process the information.
"We know, horrifying," Stiles said.
"We better figure out what we're gonna call Parrish," her dad said. "Because it looks like his dream is coming true."
The last of the bodies rolled past as he spoke those words. Vic remembered what the earth showed her in the tunnels. The Nemeton, its rings lit on fire, but nothing burning. It was a ritual, an old one. One to honour the dead, grant them safe passage into their next life, whatever they wish it to be. If Parrish's dream was coming true, it would mean that they would all need that ritual.
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Vic felt herself tense as she walked down the hallway. Multiple of her dad's deputies walked up and down the corridors, each one carrying a shotgun. She knew that wouldn't do anything against a werewolf, unless those bullets were wolfsbane, or even mistletoe. Then again, neither would the knives strapped to her back, hidden by her jacket. But she never went anywhere without them anymore, not since the Dread Doctors. They took her main defense, but she still had her backups.
The P.A. system beeped on. "By order of the sheriff, a county-wide curfew goes into effect after sundown. All after school activities are cancelled until futher notice. Students should go directly home at the end of the school day."
Despite the terror that clung to the walls, she smiled. Guess I got my protective instincts from my dad, she thought.
She saw Stiles talking with a deputy down the hall. Strauss, he was young, early twenties, white-blonde hair, thin as a scarecrow. The giant shotgun in his hands looked almost comical, like a baby holding a sword.
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Gut Instinct (Teen Wolf)
Fanfiction"My gut is telling me something's off with this kid," Vic said. "And I've learned to trust my gut a long time ago." "What else is your gut telling you?" Scott asked. She paused for a second before she turned to the two boys. "My gut is telling me...
