invisible string ━━ stiles stilinski ?

5| bar battle

Olivia narrowed her eyes. "So, tell me, what else?"

For a long moment, Juliette observed the girl. "You keep staring at the wound on my arm but you're not wondering how I got it. So you either assume i'm from an abusive household, or you just figured out the quickest way to hurt me and leave me defenceless."

"Brutal." She snickered, reaching for something in her back pocket. "You're right, i'm from Oakland. This is my first stop in Beacon Hills, but i've been here before. You're right about me being a little broke, but you're wrong about the rest. I have a job, that's why I came here, actually. I didn't come here for the bartender, nor am I here to get a drink."

Juliette played with the glass of alcohol while she talked. A part of her was unamused and tired, but didn't want to come home and have a restless night there. "Is that so?"

"The bartender's passed out behind the bar, you're right about that. I know because I knocked him out."

A chill rushed down her spine in fear of what might happen next. "Oh." Juliette gulped. "And why would you do that?"

"So I can finish my job."

Olivia reached for the knife in her back pocket, and swung it around her hands. Before she could lunge at the amplifier, Juliette punched her jaw and watched her fall back. Juliette jumped behind the bar counter, opening the drawers in search of a knife. Grabbing the sharpest two knives she could find, she ducked under the counter. "For the love of god, Stiles, answer!" When he wouldn't pick up the phone, she rushingly sent him a text message and her location before she slid her phone across the room.

"Come on, Juliette," Olivia's voice echoed through the room. It struck her that she's never told her her name, but didn't have time to wonder how she got it. "Let's make this quick."

There are three regrets that Juliette abhorred herself for making. One was coming without a car, crossing out the option to runaway. The second, was feeling careless enough not to bring her daggers with her. And the third, was not listening to Stiles when he pleaded her not to wait until the following day to get her wound checked out.

Juliette let go of the knife she clutched in her left hand, knowing she wouldn't be able to defend herself with that wounded arm. She grabbed onto a knife with her right hand, and got up. Olivia instantly ran in her direction, her two dagger's sharp point aiming at her. Surprised, Juliette ducked at the lunge. "Why." She breathed out. "Are." Her knife blocked Olivia's dagger, and it was a power surge of pushing from both ends. "You." She pushed more forcefully, throwing the girl back. "Doing this!"

She moved with intimidating grace, moving as fluidly as a dancer. Juliette continued to fight her off with one hand, their sharp blades blurring with speed. Her attentions were drawn to all directions, trying to stay aware of both daggers, but all she could do was outrun the glints of silver blades.

Olivia pinned Juliette to the wall. "It's not personal."

"No, just murder, huh?"

"Any last words?"

The knife grazed her neck before she reached her arm back. "Fuck you." Juliette breathed.

With a glare, she rose her hand high to lunge the dagger into Juliette's heart. Bracing herself, Juliette shut her eyes, taking in heavy breaths. She was defenceless, no weapon on her, no strength left in her to fight. Just as she steeled for the blade to hit her chest, she heard a loud thud.

Opening her eyes, she saw Stiles standing over Olivia's body, a bat in his hands. "What the fuck, what the fu—" Stiles exclaimed, and Juliette clasped her hand over his mouth to contain him.