invisible string ━━ stiles stilinski ?

12| romeo and juliet

      Showing her the polaroid of her mother on the floor with a slight pout, he pointed at the couch she was leaning against. "Eichen's basement, and this was the day she died." Juliette spoke as she gaped at the polaroid.

      Stiles glanced at his phone. "Lydia asked Parrish to check the names on the dead pool list, she says all thirteen committed suicide. In Eichen House."

      "We have to go there." She swallowed thickly. "There has to be a clue there, there has to be."

       "So how do we get in? Because unless there's a secret tunnel I don't know about, it's not looking good."

       Juliette's thoughts raced. "Uh– Parrish. Like last time."

      "He's with Lydia, he got burned alive yesterday and didn't get a single burn, so she's trying to figure out what he is. And we can't try my dad because he'd never let us go in there again."

      "Where's the rest of the pack? Scott, Kira, Malia?"

      Stiles pondered as he put on his jacket. "They're at some bonfire for the lacrosse team. I don't think they'll be much help if we want to get into Eichen."

      "Fine, then we'll bribe Brunski into letting us in."

        The printer turned on. "You know, I never thought there'd come a day where I would willingly sneak into Eichen again." Stiles suspired, moving to the printer. "You didn't turn the printer on, did you?"

       Julietter arched an eyebrow. "No, why?"

       Stiles held the paper that came out of the printer in his hands, sighing. "We have to call Scott. There's been... changes to the dead pool."

      She grabbed the paper from the printer, skimming through the list. "Liam went from three million to eighteen– Derek isn't even on the list anymore and..." Juliette paused. "Neither am I."

      

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        THEY STOOD AT THE GATEWAY. Juliette dreaded the way life worked. That every turn she takes in life, all would lead her to Eichen House. She looked to her side to see Stiles gaping at the asylum building beside her. If every turn lead her to Eichen, she was thankful she wasn't alone. "What are you expecting, exactly?"

       "If the suicides were all staged, then i'm finding out who did it."

       "And?" Stiles elaborated. "To kill the killer? What if he kills us before my dad arrives?"

       Juliette groaned. "First of all, the killer being in the basement is too convenient. Second of all, you called your dad?!"

      "What?!" He rose his arms in defence. "All I did was tell him that if we're not home in forty minutes, it's because a serial killer found us and is keeping us captive in an asylum basement—"

       "I know what you're doing, and it's not going to work." She cleared, tugging her front strands of her chestnut brown hair behind her ears. "You don't have to come, Stiles. Consider this your out."

       Stiles shook his head. "Oh, I really don't want to, but i'm not leaving you in there alone either." He shrugged. "So we're really doing this, huh?"

       Slowly, Juliette stepped into the building. "Well, I hope you packed a condom this time." She joked, catching his instant eye roll.