001 | Calm before the Storm.
It was probably a bit confusing, and somewhat of a shock to Isaac that Scott was nowhere around to help Allison, that she hadn’t asked for the wolf’s help at all. Allison knew something was also eating at the wolf and his best friend. If Isaac hadn’t of offered up his help, Allison would never have actually told anyone about how she was practically losing her mind at this point. Allison could remember her first day of school, the powerless little girl she’d been before. So much had changed ─ she’d changed so much.
Once outside, the air felt quiet, it felt, soothing. The huntress had to admit she was grateful to the wolf for this, she was appreciative of the fact that her head wasn’t pounding as much anymore. Once they’d reach the empty park, she plopped onto the swing, giving up on her legs. “Peaceful..” She whispered. Resting her head onto the chain link from the swing to the bar above that held it up, held it from snapping. “I didn’t want to believe him… I thought I could handle this… this darkness hurts.” The girl mumbled, hoping Isaac couldn’t really hear her, she probably sounded crazy. “Why… its just taking over..”
Isaac stood over her for a while, quiet as a mouse and still as a rock, somehow feeling like he was anticipating something – something of a fall out now that the peace had taken over. But there was none. She looked calmer than she was minutes ago and the sun on her skin gave her color he’d thought would have disappeared forever. Slowly, he sat himself down on the swing next to her, kicking off his feet to dangle through and fro as the silence continued to hang between them.
He looked up again when he heard her speak, head turning slightly and long gangly feet drooping to the ground to stop him. Her voice almost sounded like the wind, barely coherent unless you paid attention. Unfortunately for her, it was all Isaac could do when it came to her. “What’s happening? What’s taking over?” He asked, his grip only tightening on the chain as his body leaned closer towards her.









