Gut Instinct (Teen Wolf)

3:33 Why Did You Forget Me?

Warning: hallucinations, guns, dead people, mentions of dead people, angst, blood, small injuries

Noah closed the door to his office. He knew by now to do that when discussing supernatural buisness. Since he found out, he had heard a lot of far fetched things. But this, this was ridiculous. 

"Alright," he said, walking over to his desk. "You heard voices coming through the radio and now you're convinced it's the voices of..." 

"Stiles and Vic," Scott finished. "Your kids." 

He fixed Scott with an unimpressed look. "Uh huh. Maybe it's just a random signal cross?" he suggested. 

Scott pulled something from his pocket and slammed it on the desk. It was a key ring with multiple keys attached to it. "Peter gave us the keys to the Jeep and it started right up," Scott said. "Claudia's Jeep." 

"Oh, wait, wait," Noah said. "So now I'm supposed to trust Peter Hale?" 

"I want you to trust me," Scott persisted. "I heard Stiles and Vic on that radio, I'm sure of it. If you had heard it too..." 

"Well I didn't," the man said. He didn't have time for this. He had a serial killer, going around biting skulls open. He had to get back on that case. 

"But if you had-" 

"Enough, Scott! Enough!" He slid the keys back over to the wolf, who held them in his hands. Scott had a defeated expression on his face as he stared at the keyring. 

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Hey, Scotty. I need you to stay awake, okay? 

Scotty, hey, Scotty, can you hear me?

Scott, open your eyes.

He felt something move his arm. He blinked his eyes open and was met with Lydia and Malia's eyes. "Where are we?" he asked. 

"According to the GPS, this is it," Malia said. 

Scott sat up and looked out the front window. He furrowed his brows. What? He climbed out of the backseat and closed the door as he looked around. 

The clouds were grey, causing a dimmed light to fall over the street. There were leaves everywhere, the trees were all dead along with the grass. The formerly white buildings and fences were now covered with a layer of dust and dirt. Cars were abandoned on the side of the road, their windows fogged slightly with things coming out of their trunks. 

"This is it," Lydia said. "Canaan's a ghost town." 

"Just like Vic said," Scott added. He looked down the residential street, the houses all broken, dirty with roots and vines growing over the walls. 

They all walked down the road, just looking around. He spread his hearing out, tried to get something other then the faint breeze that blew outside the town. "I don't hear a single heartbeat," he said. 

"I'm not catching any scents," Malia added. 

Scott turned his gaze forward to see a street lamp had fallen on a Convertable. "I wonder why Stiles would send us here," he thought out loud. 

"Well it's like Vic said, right?" Lydia pointed out. "It was on the board for arrived. The Ghost Riders have probably already come through here. Maybe she thinks we can find something." 

"If the Ghost Riders came through here, is this what Beacon Hills is gonna look like when they're done?" Malia asked. 

A street lamp flickered, causing all of them to freeze. They shared a look before they continued. They came to the middle of the street. There was a sign strung up between two lamp posts. The writing was completely unintelligable. The only thing Lydia could make out was the word 'Canaan'