@cryxhavoc
– The Dread Doctors was gone, so was the Beast of Gévaudan. The Ghost Hunt had left and taken the damn Nazi with them. What wasn’t really over was the war between the Supernatural and the Human Hunters that kept going after them, but for now it seemed like Scott’s pack and the rest had it somewhat under control.
At least the Unikite was gone, as well. Scary stuff.
It seemed like Beacon Hills was doing fine. Liam was doing alright with his anger that the chimera had helped him with so, Theo had decided it was time to take a little trip. He didn’t know how long he would be gone, or if he would return at all. They didn’t need him anymore, he just felt like he reminded them of the horrible things he had done to them, just like all the other bad guys they had fought. And to be honest, he was reminded of it every day and night. Especially during the night.
He had to go somewhere else, see other things, put his focus on new things and places. Maybe meet some new people... Not that he was very social anymore. He’d do fine on his own, as well. At least that’s what he told himself.
His blue truck took him all the way to Utah, somewhere outside Delta, and then it gave up on him. Or more like, he gave up on the truck. He was no Stiles, he couldn’t fix whatever was wrong with it. (even if it might’ve been just an easy thing...) So, he got frustrated, gave the car a kick and left it where it had broken down on him.
Theo didn’t carry a lot of belongings with him, which was good. A simple backpack he had thrown over his shoulder. Inside it was another set of clothes and some cash and a water bottle. He had his phone in his jean pocket and a gum package in the hoodie pocket.
After a long, long day of walking, he finally reached a motel by the road and he sighed in relief. He didn’t have much money left, but it looked cheap enough and he could really use a shower. Luckily, there was also a small diner beside it. Maybe he would get some dinner... or just wait until breakfast. He wouldn’t need energy to sleep, after all.
Theo got his room key from the not so pretty elder lady behind the desk that had disturbingly tried to flirt with him, asked way too many questions and wanting him to stay. He excused himself more than three times and hurried out from her little office, accidentally bumped into another man on his way out.
“–Sorry.” He said, but not really sounding that sorry. More like an annoyed teenager being forced by his mother to apologize.
