Wren Barlowe was just a normal teenager living in the small town of Beacon Hills, wanting and praying for a normal school year with her close friends after Allison's death, only to find herself on the Deadpool list, shortly learning that basically h...
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001 ╱ the dark moon ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃
WREN STROLLS beside Lydia and Stiles now that they've parked Stiles's famous blue Jeep on the nature-strip of Mexico.
Now the three of them walk towards the club to meet up with the Calavera hunters.
Stiles releases an exhale as the three of them stand in the middle of the town staring around anxiously, "This doesn't seem so bad..." Stiles shrugs.
"It's not the town, it's the plan." Lydia flatly responds, "What's wrong with the plan?" Stiles questions.
"This plan is incredibly stupid." Wren speaks up looking at Lydia nodding in agreement.
"Stiles, this could be the stupidest plan we've ever come up with. And like Wren said, it's stupid. You're aware of that, right?" Lydia exasperatedly quizzes.
"I'm aware it's not our best..." Stiles responds, "We are going to die." Lydia firmly says while Stiles just looks at her wide-eyed.
"Are you saying that as a Banshee, or you're just being pessimistic?" Stiles wonders.
"Pretty sure she's saying it as someone who doesn't want to die. And I agree with her." Wren states shrugging.
"Okay. Would you mind restricting any talk of death to actual Banshee predictions?" Stiles strictly inquires looking at the strawberry blonde.
"To quote Wren again. This plan is stupid and we're going to die." Lydia sarcastically states.
"Oh. Thank you." Stiles utters in annoyance, "Mmm." Lydia hums before gesturing towards the club door.
"¿Estamos aquí para la fiesta?" Lydia questions using her knowledge of speaking Spanish to the guards at the entrance door.
The guy shakes his head no before Stiles sighs pulling out a card from his pocket─ looking at Wren thankful that she suggested that they bring the card.
The same guy looks away up at the camera so Stiles can flash the card at whoever's watching the doorway from the inside camera.
Wren rolls her eyes as the door clicks and the three walk into the club noticing the dull lighting surrounding them before coming to a stop at the door at the end of the hall.
"Let's get this over and done with." Wren states opening the large door receiving shocked looks from Lydia and Stiles at the sixteen year olds confidence walking into the Calavera's club.
