The Finale || Savannah + Aiden
aiden–hart:
Aiden hadn’t thought much about Tony since the other night when his claws sunk into his chest and his teeth broke the man’s neck. He didn’t think another thought about him unless he was checking on Laci, making sure that she was feeling okay and that she wasn’t having any nightmares or bad thoughts or anything of the sort. He was so worried that something was going to come back at her, something like an infection or some random reaction to whatever they tested on her and injected her with. He was so afraid that she wouldn’t be able to sleep at night knowing that there was still someone else out there that was doing this, even though Tony was now gone. Aiden didn’t think of Tony; he thought of who was next.
He was roaming around with his hands in his sweatshirt pockets; full moons were rather dull for Aiden ever since he learned how to control himself. Now all he did really was roam around the forest, making sure no one else was getting into trouble–he liked to think of himself as some kind of second hand security guard who could help out if needed. He could contain a wolf, he could fight one–he could even teach them if they were willing. But tonight was quiet. He’d seen a few wolves around, but all were fine and all were running in opposite directions of the cabins, which was where Aiden had been ‘patrolling’. He was walking past his own cabin, debating just going to bed, only to have a small, girlish but dark figure emerge from nowhere. He jumped a bit, “Jesus fucking Christ.” He said, holding his heart, “What? What do you want? No offense, but I haven’t enjoyed the last two conversations, I’m not too sure about starting a third.”
She had almost forgotten how snide the boy could be, and how annoyed she got whenever something left his mouth. Whether it was arrogance or something else, she didn’t care-- Savannah just didn’t care for the boy, and she had only talked to him twice. The blonde rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest and taking a few steps forward. “I don’t care if you don’t enjoy talking to me. I have something to say and you’re going to listen.” She debated going on a slight tangent to sway any suspicions the lad may have had, but Savannah didn’t have a lot of patience, and she wasn’t going to get cold feet.
Aiden had been right when he had said that she didn’t care for anyone at camp. She couldn’t care less as to whether any of them lived or died, and though she and Tony had tried on numerous occasions to end the lives of several of the campers, they were rarely successful. Which frustrated her, naturally. She was a perfectionist, always wanting things to be done the right way, which was why she always had Tony do the dirty work. “I know you’re the one who killed Tony.” Saying the two words consecutively made her a bit sick to her stomach. There was a part of her that was going to try and repress it all that she could. Savannah took a few steps closer to Aiden, shaking her head and trying to look as solemn as she possible could. “He was a close colleague of mine...” She reached back, grabbing one of the syringes from her back pocket and removing the safety tip from the needle. “And while I’m saddened by his murder, I’m more upset with the fact that he got caught.” Savannah only had a few seconds to make up her mind about what she was going to do-- Aiden had more than a few pounds on her, and adding on the werewolf factor, Sav really didn’t think that she stood a chance. But she was willing to do it anyway. So, in a split second decision, Savannah pulled the syringe from her back pocket and lunged towards Aiden, ready to inject him with a lethal dose of wolfsbane.
