Chapter 13: 13: The Big Bad Wolf [3]
The car fell into a silence so deep you could hear a pin drop.
And speaking of silence, why was I so quiet?
My head lifted, catching a glimpse of my own reflection in the rearview mirror before I quickly looked away. Tara's intense glare was like a laser beam drilling holes into my skull.
Oh, how I wish I was the one bounding through the woods on all fours right now.
Yeah, I'd take being a werewolf any day over being sandwiched between these two girls… not that I'm hinting at anything remotely sexual here or am I?
And speaking of werewolves, where in the hell was Scott?!!
"Ahem… ah, Allison, meet Tara." I said, my eyebrows doing an interpretive dance toward the backseat, hoping to defuse the impending awkward explosion in the car.
"Hi, I'm Allison Argent." Allison introduced, extending her hand for a shake. In a miraculous deviation from her usual demeanour, Tara actually shook it.
"Tara Carpenter, a pleasure."
"Ok…" I nodded, my lips curling up with disbelief. What just happened?
"What?" Tara snapped.
"Nothing at all." I shook my head rapidly, my attention immediately darting back to the road. Oh, right, I was driving. Focus!
Tara huffed, not convinced by my response, and glanced my way.
"Why the sudden beach trip?" Tara inquired while I continued dialling Scott's number like a maniac. Can't have my best friend inadvertently become a murder suspect tonight.
"I… don't know, felt the overwhelming need to get sand in my shoes." I shrugged, keeping it shallow.
"And you dragged me into this?" Allison raised an eyebrow, clearly not impressed by my reasoning.
"Well, you're the new kid in town, and everyone deserves to witness the breathtaking ocean view Beacon Hill offers on a moonlit night." I argued, masterfully conjuring excuses out of thin air.
"And you made me lose precious sleep for this?" Tara's glare intensified, enough to rival Medusa's. "Next time you con me into a nocturnal field trip, I'm considering ear-daggering you in your sleep."
"Sounds like a plan." I gulped. There were two things I feared in life: developing an uninvited brain tumour and a woman's wrath.
"Now, speaking of crazy escapades, did you and Scott have any luck finding that dead body?" Tara shifted gears, turning the conversation down a dark, thriller lane.
"Whoa, hold on a second!" Allison's voice pitched up an octave, a mix of disbelief and alarm in her tone. "You two went looking for a corpse?!"
"Oh right, you're not familiar with that story?" I chuckled. "So, last week, Scott and I decided it would be cool to head into the woods in search of a dismembered corpse. And guess what? We found it. It was half a girl, lower half MIA. We planned to keep searching, but then a rainstorm hit, and we were chased out of there by a wolf."
Allison's jaw dropped, a cocktail of amazement and disbelief swirling in her expression. She paused to regain her composure—sort of.
"Wait a minute, was this last Saturday?" Her eyes were wide, like she'd just cracked a code.
"Yeah, why? How did you know?" I questioned.
"Oh my god, it was you two!" Allison burst into laughter, as if she'd stumbled upon an inside joke. "My mom and I were driving by that night, and these two guys popped out of the woods and almost collided with our car. It was you!"
"Ah, yeah." I nodded as the memory clicked back into place—the close encounter with the truck that almost squashed Scott. Life's got a funny way of going full circle, I guess.
"I can't believe you guys." Allison laughed, shaking her head.
"Well, if you haven't had your share of Stiles stories yet." Tara chimed in, her mischievous grin indicating trouble. "There was this one time he thought he was an alligator and decided to jump into—"
"Arghhh!!" I let out a strangled cry, haunted by the memory of how that particular adventure had concluded. Let's just say, me and the zookeeper ended up having a passionate disagreement about adopting baby crocs.
"We're here!" I announced a bit too eagerly, steering the jeep onto the beach.
I whistled cheerfully as I hopped out of the jeep, my shoes crunching on the sand beneath my feet. Tara and Allison followed suit, eventually making their way down.
"Hey, this place looks oddly familiar." Allison mused, her gaze sweeping over the shoreline.
"Ah, really? I think it's called the ocean, pretty common sight at most beaches." I quipped with a slightly awkward nod.
"Not that." She retorted, a hint of exasperation in her tone. "This beach in particular. I feel like I've seen it in a movie or something."
My eyes darted to Tara, who was already giving me a knowing look. I responded with a smirk, ready to reveal a little local history to our newest resident, Allison Argent.
"Ever heard of a movie called 'Stab'?" I asked innocently, watching her eyes widen as she connected the dots.
"Oh my god, yes!" Allison exclaimed. "That's a 90s classic. Isn't this where Billy Loomis dies in the climax?"
"Not quite." I corrected her. "In the movie, he gets shot in the head by Dwight, the police officer. But in reality, he was captured and arrested before he could harm Sidney Prescott."
I couldn't resist adding the details. After all, this town's most famous claim to fame was a serial killer. Might as well be well-versed in it. Well that is if Scott doesn't rip people's heads off tonight.
"Wait, that was based on a true story?!" Allison's eyes widened even further.
"Every last bit." Tara chimed in casually. "That's part of what made the movie such a hit."
Allison sighed, processing the revelation. I couldn't help but enjoy that look of shock mingled with realisation on her face as she grasped that a serial killer once walked these streets.
"So, what happened to Billy?" She asked, curiosity apparent.
"Billy ended up in Eichen House for the mentally unstable after he claimed he committed the murders while possessed by a demon." I answered with a touch of sarcasm. "The courts weren't exactly sympathetic to his 'demon made me do it' plea."
I had studied that case inside out, probably more times than I should have. There were just too many layers to ignore. My reverie was broken by the crash of the waves.
"Anyone up for a beer?" I asked, nodding toward the still-open beach store.
"Count me in." Tara nodded.
"I could use one." Allison agreed with a sigh and a smile.
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