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a-gravemistake:

iamthefirechild:

I’m being hunted. Thought that was obvious. [She kept her voice low, though it was clear he knew where she was.] I don’t know why. [Well, she did, sort of.]

[Through the door, a male voice, and the pressure slackened.] Give her to me and nobody has to get hurt.

[Hissing.] He’s lying. I don’t think he wants to kill me but whatever he wants, someone is going to get hurt.

—Like bounty hunter? And you came to hide in a high school?

[Like there weren’t enough deaths in Beacon Hills already. Isaac eyed her incredulously and turned to brace his back against the door, glowering at the redhead.] Not much for negotiations, are you?

No, I came here to find the book that will tell me what this stuff is! [She flung a handful of glittering black powder at him — mountain ash, though she didn’t know that.] I wasn’t careful enough, I guess, or he’s getting bolder. I thought I’d lost him a few streets ago and I was safe for the rest of the day.

[Summer pressed her lips together, looked down at her hands, then back up at Isaac.] If you’re going to let him in, pull the fire alarm first. I don’t want anyone else getting hurt if I have to do this.

a-gravemistake:

iamthefirechild:

[The hunter ignored the sound of the door, ignored the students streaming past. To her, his mind was a blank in the surround. He came down the hall, passing like a ghost among the students, and paused outside the door. Tested it, once, twice.

Summer hardly breathed, crouched by the teacher’s desk and eyes fixed on the boy. Who, despite his sarcasm, was bracing the door closed with his own body. Her heartbeat rattled in her ears, adrenaline-induced nausea thick in her throat.

The hunter set his shoulder to the door and shoved.]

[The force of impact jarred him a little, temple smacking into the door. If this was another supernat, he was leaving town, he swore.

Scowling, he pressed his frame more firmly into the door, sneakers catching on the shiny linoleum and providing the foothold he needed to use his strength. The door rattled, but didn’t budge much—if at all.

Throwing a glance over his shoulder, Isaac had half a mind to show his teeth.] You wanna tell me what the fuck I’m getting dragged into?

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I’m being hunted. Thought that was obvious. [She kept her voice low, though it was clear he knew where she was.] I don’t know why. [Well, she did, sort of.]

[Through the door, a male voice, and the pressure slackened.] Give her to me and nobody has to get hurt.

[Hissing.] He’s lying. I don’t think he wants to kill me but whatever he wants, someone is going to get hurt.

a-gravemistake:

iamthefirechild:

“Can you stop with the sarcasm for one minute and help me hide?” [Goddamn paranoid teachers and locked classrooms and — ] “Fuck.” [There he is. She doesn’t know his name, or even what he looks like, but she knows the taste of his mind, and he’s stepping around the corner right now. She plasters herself to the lockers, but the hunter knows his quarry.] “Please.” [Hissing at the boy.] “Help me.”

[God, he didn’t have the time for this—but he inhaled, slow and deep, nostrils flaring, and caught the scent of fear, sharp over the scent of students that were trickling out of the school.

Rolling his eyes as dramatically as possible, he wrenched the door open with an audible crack—the lock was broken now, but since the newly reinstated principal had decided to remove the security cameras from the halls (a stupid move on his part, no matter how annoying they were), it couldn’t be traced back to him.

He shoved the girl into the classroom and slipped in after her, the door tapping shut behind them. It couldn’t be locked anymore, so he barricaded it with his body, hands against the jamb and an ear pressed to the wood.

Probably some jerkoff senior who needed a good scare.]

[The hunter ignored the sound of the door, ignored the students streaming past. To her, his mind was a blank in the surround. He came down the hall, passing like a ghost among the students, and paused outside the door. Tested it, once, twice.

Summer hardly breathed, crouched by the teacher’s desk and eyes fixed on the boy. Who, despite his sarcasm, was bracing the door closed with his own body. Her heartbeat rattled in her ears, adrenaline-induced nausea thick in her throat.

The hunter set his shoulder to the door and shoved.]


[the hunter]

a-gravemistake:

iamthefirechild:

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“This book is too old to be in a bookstore.” [And time just ran out today.] “Skip that. If someone comes looking for me in a minute, I wasn’t here.” [She tries to bolt sideways into the nearest room, whatever it happens to be, and finds it locked.] “Shit.”

…Right. Of course you weren’t. Have fun with being not here. I’m going to go away now and pretend that this conversation never happened, so…

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“Can you stop with the sarcasm for one minute and help me hide?” [Goddamn paranoid teachers and locked classrooms and — ] “Fuck.” [There he is. She doesn’t know his name, or even what he looks like, but she knows the taste of his mind, and he’s stepping around the corner right now. She plasters herself to the lockers, but the hunter knows his quarry.] “Please.” [Hissing at the boy.] “Help me.”

a-gravemistake:

iamthefirechild:

“Are you good for anything? Besides your obvious talent with your tongue.” [So very tempting to just call him on it, but time is running out. Time is running out terrifyingly fast.]

[One deliberate glance up and down that long body, very cool, just to see if there are any buttons there to be pushed.]

My tongue is plenty talented.

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[He sniffs, somewhat indignantly, and shoves his hands into the pockets of his jeans. In his opinion, in the time it’s taken her to question him, she could have called a cab.] There’s a couple of bookstores around, close by, if you don’t want to take the suffering half hour hike across town.

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“This book is too old to be in a bookstore.” [And time just ran out today.] “Skip that. If someone comes looking for me in a minute, I wasn’t here.” [She tries to bolt sideways into the nearest room, whatever it happens to be, and finds it locked.] “Shit.”

a-gravemistake:

iamthefirechild:

“Obviously, /your/ high school is a lot more lenient about strangers just /walking in/ and rummaging about.”

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“I checked the campus library, I’m /right here/, I might as well look in this one too. Fine. Will you give me a lift to the town library?” [Oh my god. Seriously? Up until right /now/ she had never believed that southerners were more polite or hospitable than anyone else, but this boy has serious sarcasm issues.]

Don’t own a car. Don’t own a license. Can’t help. Now, if you need help hot-wiring a motorcycle, I know a girl. [At this point it was as if he were playing a game with himself—notching up the level of how infuriating he could be with each sentence.]

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“Are you good for anything? Besides your obvious talent with your tongue.” [So very tempting to just call him on it, but time is running out. Time is running out terrifyingly fast.]

[One deliberate glance up and down that long body, very cool, just to see if there are any buttons there to be pushed.]

a-gravemistake:

iamthefirechild:

“Hell. Okay.”

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“… do you think you could help me sneak into the high school library, then? I really need to find this book like right /now/.”

Sneak in? A blind three-legged dog can walk into the high school library and not be noticed until the Egyptian Art of the New Kingdom shelf is peed on.

The town library isn’t even that bad of a walk. You can catch the bus. You can bum a ride. [Who the hell asks a complete stranger to sneak into the high school library?]

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“Obviously, /your/ high school is a lot more lenient about strangers just /walking in/ and rummaging about.”

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“I checked the campus library, I’m /right here/, I might as well look in this one too. Fine. Will you give me a lift to the town library?” [Oh my god. Seriously? Up until right /now/ she had never believed that southerners were more polite or hospitable than anyone else, but this boy has serious sarcasm issues.]