BOOK 2 to 'True Survival - Teen Wolf'
The riddles have been solved, the truths have been revealed and the stories have been told.
Now life in Beacon Hills seems better, but peace never usually last long, in a town where dead bodies turn up on every...
"Your jobs suck," I shouted back over my shoulders,
The closer I got to the school, the more I realized that this wouldn't be the last time this would happen. I mean, yes, they saved my life tonight, but the constant stalking, following, lack of information, it needed to end. Sooner rather than later.
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*Present Day*
Which is how I found myself here, staring at the door to the bunker. I took a breathe and pushed open the door. I made my way down, until I came to the top of the spiral stairs, I descended them and listened.
Voices. Music. Footsteps. Heart beats. They were close but separate, and one was close to me, so I walked towards it. I moved through the twisted halls and endless doors, towards the first heart, and the smell of food cooking filled my noise. I spotted the open door way and peeked inside, only to be met with sight of Sam cooking in very large and open kitchen. His back was to me, so I knocked on the door.
He looked around and jumped once he noticed it was me.
"Sorry, for um... breaking and entering, but where is he?" I asked Sam, he stood there on pause for a moment before he nodded to himself,
"Head down the hall, towards the bedroom, his room the second on the right," He said to me, I nodded before I moved off, I followed his direction and noticed as the doors and walls changed, this area seemed like professional and more like a dormitory for a boarding school,
As I walked down the hallway, I heard a faint grunt, followed my a low voice. I stopped and listened, my gaze turned until I spotted its location. The second door on the right...
Let's get this over with, I thought to myself as I slowly walked to the door. The grunts got more frequent and the voice became softer, but I couldn't tell what the person was saying, it was in Japanese. I swallowed my nerve and gripped the door handle, turned and swung it open
Let's just say, I should have knocked first.
"Dean we need to- OH MY GOD!" I yelled as my body froze, a pillow was quickly placed in his lap and the screen of the laptop slammed shut, but I caught a good glimpse of the two men on the screen,
"WHY ARE HERE? WHY DIDNT YOU KNOCK!" He yelled back at me, my eyes peeled away from the scene and I spot the explicit magazines that littered his bed, all of which had Asian women on them, along with the body of lotion and toiler paper roll,
"Were you just-"
"Out!"
"But the magazines have women-"
"I said out!"
"Are you-"
"GET OUT!" He roared and I slammed the door shut, and back away,
