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Growing up in Beacon Hills, Wren Martin's life was as normal as any teenagers. With her sister Lydia, and her two best friends, Scott and Stiles by her side, everything was fine. That was until Stiles came up with the genius idea to...
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Chapter Twenty-Seven ⊚ Fireflies ⊚
"Lydia?" Wren called out as she ran up to the parking lot of the pool where Lydia stood. "I woke up screaming like a lunatic and went to go to the store bit some how ended up here. And I think there's something floating in the pool and I don't want to go alone." Lydia said and Wren nodded.
"Okay, I'll come with you." She said making Lydia let out a sigh of relief before grabbing her sister's arm as they started walking to the pool area. Inching forward, the girls to make out what it is. With each step, it becomes clearer... a body floating in the water making Lydia tightly grip onto Wren's arm.
"Oh, my God... Please don't be dead. Please don't be dead. Please don't be dead. Please don't be dead. Please don't be dead." Lydia muttered as Wren crouched down at the edge of the pool. She reaches for the body, managing to grab hold of the leg, pulling it toward the moonlight to reveal. It's a CPS mannequin making Lydia sigh exasperatedly, "Oh, my God! Are you kidding me?" She muttered as she stood back up.
Suddenly, flashes of a boy sitting on a lifeguard chair when through Wren's mind for a moment. She glanced around until her eyes caught the giant puddle of blood on the ground and her eyes slowly followed up to the lifeguard chair. "Don't look." Wren whispered making Lydia follow her line of sight.
Perched in the lifeguard chair is the body of an eighteen year-old boy, wet blood still flowing down his clothes from a horribly slashed throat. Lydia suddenly let out an ear piercing scream.
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Stiles's Jeep flies into the lot, pulling in next to Lydia's car, he instantly slams on the brakes and jumps out. "Wren? Guys, are you okay?" Stiles asked as he ran over to were the sisters stood, Lydia tightly holding onto Wren. "We're okay..." Wren said and Lydia shook her head, pointing at the lifeguard chair, "That, over there...? Not okay."
Stiles spots the dark figure perched in the lifeguard chair and reaches for his phone and cringes slightly, "Yeah. All right. I'm gonna call my dad." Stiles said and Wren shook her head slightly, "We already called your dad." She said making Stiles look at them incredulously.
"You called my before you called me?" He asked making Wren furrow her brows, "We're supposed to call you first when we finds a dead body?" She asked and Stiles squinted at her. "YESSSSSS!" He said making Wren rise her eyebrows, "You are so dramatic." She mumbled as he started calling Scott.
"Are you sure?"
"Yep. Throat ripped out, blood everywhere- it's like the frickin' shining over here! If two little twin girls come out of the woods and start asking me to play with them forever and ever, I'm not gonna be surprised."
"Can you get a little closer to make sure it was them?"
"Make sure it was them? Scott, who else is going around ripping throats out?" Stiles asked incredulously and Scott sighed softly. "Please, just do it." Scott asked and Stiles sighed before walking over to the body to get a closer look, "Yeah, I'm sure."
