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POP! POP! POP!

three loud bangs echoed through the air that were unmistakable, gunshots. on the ground was civilian, maribel vasquez, they were new to town and had started working on opening up a small flower shop in the neutral town zone. it was a classic case of being at the wrong at the wrong time, but it was clear as day that someone had broken the rules. with the strict “free zone” guidelines, some of the only strict rules around coyote point in general, the middle ground was meant to be a place everyone could co-exist without resulting in violence. now here laid a causality, and neither side is owning up to the slaughter, instead they are pointing the finger at one another yet again in an attempt to make the other look even worse. 

now tensions in town have built back up, with still no answers to the person held responsible. who was the real target in this attack? or was it a reckless moment of wanting to shake things up in town? no one will ever really know, but whispers around town and how it seems even the middle ground has become an unsafe area has people on edge. 

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are we having fun yet ?

ah, the night stroll. we laughed, we cried, we hooked up in dusty haunted houses. but, see.... this triangle had to find all of that out himself. here’s the thing, when i was charitable enough to announce this event, i made a deal with all of you. dirt on all of your peers, in exchange for a prize beyond your wildest dreams. i suppose you’re all just too kind, because i did not receive one piece of insider information. and that’s fine. i just have to take something from you now. let’s chat about miles wingrave and billy loomis.

left alone in the house of salt, one’s life comes to a screeching halt. at least, that’s what we can guess. you see, two walked away to find a key, and only one returned. it was nothing to blink at then, you all thought maybe he’d chickened out, left the salt house, but no one’s seen miles wingrave since. maybe our friend billy knows something. scratch that, this insider is positive he knows something. just how much blood is on this guy’s hands?

every full moon for the last decade was an absolute nightmare. all finley wanted to do was wish this curse away and regain the normality of her teenage years. she was supposed to do big things, something better than be doomed to a small town with a curse of becoming a monster. this night was no different, despite the fact that it was a supermoon. she hid her prosthetic in a place that she knew where it wouldn’t be damaged, and she just hoped for the best. 

finley felt the pain of the contortion of her bones as she returned from wolf to human. she fell to the floor, grasping it as if it was going to save her from the nightmare of breaking bones as they set back to place. just as she was able to reach the consciousness of being a human, she looked up  ——  there was someone there. shit.