Lydia Martin | Teen Wolf (iread) wrote in fortitudeic, @ 2016-03-11 01:08:00 |
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Entry tags: | jordan parrish, lydia martin |
WHO: Lydia Martin and OPEN (Or Narrative)
WHAT: Finding the bodies
WHEN: Friday morning
WHERE: Camp
WARNINGS: Death, banshee screams
STATUS: Open/Ongoing
Lydia had tossed and turned most of the night. The sense of foreboding had only been growing, becoming so overwhelming that she'd had to swallow down several screams in the night. It wasn't fun to do that - actually it hurt like hell, but she wasn't ready to out herself just yet. Or ever, really. Finding out someone was a werewolf was one thing. Finding out someone was a harbinger of death was quite another.
When morning came - or at least, what she assumed was morning, as the fog got marginally lighter - she got up, took a shower, and got dressed. Then she sat in the living room, staring dismally out the windows, seeing nothing but fog, fog and more fog. She swallowed, stood, paced a bit, and then decided to go over to Jordan's. Maybe it would be better to be there than here - maybe she could find some comfort in his steadiness.
But instead of simply walking to the other townhouse, Lydia found herself somewhere she'd never been before. She looked around her, confused, a sense of dread filling her. This hadn't happened in a while, and she'd been hoping that it would never happen again.
"Hello?" She said nervously, looking around her. It was hard to see anything in the fog, and it seemed to swallow sounds as well. Or maybe that was just her overactive imagination.
She took a few steps before her foot kicked something that had been hidden by the gloom. She looked down, and saw a hand...attached to an arm...attached to a body that was very, very dead. And beside it was the outline of another. She felt bile rise in her throat, and the pounding, overwhelming urge that she knew she wasn't going to be able to hold back this time.
And which now, she didn't even want to.
A scream - a banshee's wail - pierced the grey, louder and shriller than any human scream. The windows in the nearest townhouses shattered with the intensity of it, and there was no doubt that everyone - human or otherwise - would be able to hear it.
Then Lydia fell to her knees beside the body, burying her face in her hands.