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"Escapades"

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Ollie pretty much just felt like shit. 

He was still running, and by the time his legs gave out he was deep into the forest, and he didn't even feel it when his knees hit the ground, jarring pain shooting up his entire body as he squeezed his eyes shut. Tears were blurring at his vision, and his throat was so closed up he couldn't seem to properly breath. His mind was whirling, unable to control his emotions as flashes of visions he had in the past swarmed through his mind. 

 He saw the Alpha in the school bus. 

He saw Scott at the Argent's. 

He saw Derek running through the woods. 

 All of the images that came to him in the past were flashing behind his eyelids, painting across the darkness of his vision and making his head pound in tune with his heart. He couldn't believe he did that. He just left Stiles, he just turned and ran away because he told him to. He left his best friend alone with a psychopath. 

 But he really was kidding himself. Stiles was more than just his best friend. 

 Ollie grunted as he smacked his fist into the ground, yelling out in frusteration. The sound echoed around the darkened forest, bouncing off trees and falling short as it was absorbed by the night. Ollie's head fell, a tear dripping from his eyes. 

 "Fuck!" He shouted, rising to his feet. "FUCK! Mierda! Jesus Christ-" 

His head was swirling, images that he couldn't focus on blurring behind his eyelids. He couldn't control his emotions, and apparently his fucked-up brain was taking advantage of it. He felt like his brain was having some sort of weird seizure... and not one induced by insomnia this time. 

 His shoulders heaved as he leaned his head against the trunk of the nearest tree, his chest hurting from when he forgot how to breath. He was having an out of body experience... he couldn't believe that he left Stiles. That wasn't what he was like, he was the kind of person to get his face slashed by an evil werewolf. 

 There was a rustle in the bushes off to the side, and Ollie jumped. His heartbeat was already so fast that he felt like he could run a marathon, but his adrenaline wouldn't keep him from being mauled by a wolf. He froze, goosebumps rising on his arms from a cold gust of wind. 

 A few months ago, he could have chalked it up as just that: just the wind. Now, however, Ollie was concerned that it could be either a psycho werewolf, or a psycho werewolf hunter... or some sort of weird killer bird, since that just sounds like the kind of fucked-up shit that would exist in his life. 

"Not in the mood!" He shouted into the dark, too mentally distressed to even be scared. "Okay! So just go eat a bird or-" his eyebrows furrowed, "-kill a bird, or something!" 

 There was nothing but dead silence for a few seconds, which was concerning as is, since he was literally in the middle of the damn forest, but it was even more concerning at another russel from behind him. 

 Ollie jerked around, almost running into a tree as he took a step back. His heart was pounding, his head swirling and foggy... he kind of felt like he was going to pass out. And right now was really not a good time for him to pass out. He still had to figure out where Stiles was, so he could try and stop the guy he likes from being eaten or... sliced or whatever. 

 Ollie winced. His head was really not right at the moment. 

 Thankfully, he figured out he wasn't actually hallucinating, when a man stepped out of the bushes. He was big and burly, with a leather jacket and a cruel glare not really helping Ollie not be afraid of him. 

 Still, he was more afraid of Peter Hale, so the boy just frowned. "Who the fuck are you?" 

 There was another rustle, and Ollie glanced over his shoulder, freezing when he saw another man emerge from the darkness, crossing his arms and fixing another steely gaze onto Ollie - who was seriously beginning to feel uncomfortable. 

 He exhaled shakily, not exactly liking where this was going. These guys weren't werewolves, and Ollie was pretty sure they weren't killer birds. "You guys work for the Argents." 

 Dude Number One smirked at that, his mouth curling into a daunting smile that made Ollie grimace. He knew he was right, but he didn't know what the werewolf hunters wanted to do with him. He wasn't a werewolf, he was just an asshole who could sometimes see the future. "What do you want?" 

 "We don't want a fight," the man behind Ollie said, although his words didn't exactly match his stance. "You can just come with us, and we won't have any problems." 

 "Why would I come with you?" Oliver's voice was quieter than he wanted it to be, and he immediately reprimanded himself for not yelling or being intimidating to these two guys who probably have rifles hidden in their jackets. "So you can try to kill me? So you can kill my friend?" 

 "Your little werewolf friend is being taken care of." One of the men drawled, his voice much harsher than his buddies. "And we're not gonna kill you." 

 "Then leave me alone," Ollie backed up slightly, but the small twitch of the mean dudes fingers made him freeze. He tried to detect a gun on his belt, but between the darkness and his headache, it was getting hard to see. Plus, he was very tired from having not slept for a really fucking long time. "Okay? I don't want trouble, I just want to go find my friend." 

 The man in front of him took a threatening step forward, his eyesight as piercing as a knife. "Either you come with us, or we make you. It's your choice." 

 "Come on, guys." Ollie tried for a nervous laugh, backing up so that his back was pressed firmly against the cool bark of a tree. "It's not a fair fight. And I'm in a tuxedo, so-"

 His voice was cut off when one of the men lunged forward, punching him directly across the face, the force causing the boy to stumble back, smacking the back of his head against the tree. Ollie blinked, the pain in his head tripling as he brought a hand to his eye. He smiled ruefully, sucking in a breath of air. "Okay then." 

 The man tried to hit him again, but Ollie ducked under his arm, his heart jumping to his throat as he jammed his fist into his stomach, kneeing him in the groin and shoving him away with a loud and hysterical "fuck you!" 

 The other man ran forward, catching Ollie off guard as he grabbed onto his shoulders, pulling him down to knee him harshly in the stomach. Pain blossomed in his ribs as he hit him again, tossing him to the side with so much force that he tripped over a root and sprawled onto the ground. 

 Ollie groaned, clutching onto his ribs, although he wasn't given much time to recover, as the man who he previously thought was the nice one kicked him again, making hot bursts of pain shoot up his chest, triggering a coughing fit from the boy as he furiously tried to catch his breath. 

 By this point, asshole number two has recovered, and he stalked forward, pushed forward probably by his anger that some teenager had managed to kick his ass. He grabbed a handful of Ollie's hair, tugging him to his feet with a painful yell from the boy. 

 "Nice try, kid." He sneered, Ollie blinking as pain sprouted behind his eyes. "But Argent gets what he wants."  

   "Too bad Argent is an asshole." 

 Ollie seriously thought he was hallucinating when Katrin's familiar voice cut into the quiet of the forest. Like, he literally thought he was hallucinating. So much, in fact, to the point that he just groaned and closed his eyes. They opened again when the pain in his head subsided, the man having let go of his hair. 

 He turned his head, his eyes visibly widening when he saw the girl behind him. She was twirling a baseball bat in her hands, the seemingly unconscious body of the other Asshole behind her. Katrin's hair practically glowed in the darkness, and she nonchulantly tucked a piece behind her ear, holding out the bat and inhaling sharply. 

 "Come get some, loser." 

 The man sized her up for a moment, probably just as confused as Ollie, who was still pretty sure he was hallucinating. Evidently, he decided that he could probably take some teenage girl with a baseball bat, as a grin spread across his face as he took a step forward. 

 "Well hey there, sweetheart what-" 

 Apparently the word 'sweetheart' gave Katrin anger issues almost as bad as her cousins, as he didn't even get the whole sentence out before she lunged at him, bringing the bat down as hard as she could. Unfortunately, her aim wasn't exactly perfect, and instead of hitting his head, she just aggressively discolated his shoulder. 

 Ollie thought it was funny, but his headache was too harsh for him to laugh. Instead, he straightened up, swallowing his pain and lashing out his leg, kicking the back of his knees and making him hit the ground, giving Katrin a chance to raise the bat again, this time succeeding in hitting her target and making the man crumple to the ground. 

 Ollie blinked once, not exactly sure how to react to this situation. His ribs were emitting a painful sensation that hurt twice as much as his head, which was probably not a good sign. The boy leaned over slightly, trying to suck in a breath of air that didn't cause his chest to feel like it was caving in on himself. He raised a hand towards the redhead. "Hey."

 "Hey," Katrin grinned, walking over and leaning down, allowing the boy to lean his weight onto her as she passed him his bat. "You forgot your bat, thought I'd bring it to you."

 Ollie laughed weakly, which really just hurt more than he would like to admit. "Thanks for saving my ass." 

 "Well I've already done it so many times that I figured I should make a habit of it." She grinned, leaning her head on his shoulder for a moment in the form of a side-hug. "I left right as the police got here, so I think it's safe to say that Lydia is at the hospital. We should go there too."

 Ollie glanced at her, his eyes wide and hopeful. "Stiles?"

 Katrin winced slightly, patting his shoulder. "Sorry, Ol. I didn't see him. I was too busy yelling at Jackson." 

 Ollie nodded, biting his lip. Stiles had to be okay, It didn't make sense that Peter would just kill Stiles - the boy had no link to the supernatural world. Except for the fact that he was always getting dragged into everything. Stiles didn't deserve to be kidnapped by a psycho werewolf, although Ollie couldn't help but think that he deserved to get his ribs broken by a bunch of assholes in the woods. Maybe it was the universe letting him know that he was an asshole for ditching his friend. 

 "So what? We go to the hospital and just hope that everyone doesn't die?" 

 Katrin pursed her lips, looking as if she was withholding a wince. 

 "Until you can think of a better plan... yeah." 

A/N:

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if you can't tell, i am really into these knew faceclaims lmao! i hope you guys like them to, and omg i actually updated! the next chap we'll get to see stiles and ollie reconnect!! 

also, i have something important to bring up real quick: you guys know that when you comment, i can see it right? and i love reading all of your sweet comments so much! you guys are so funny and supportive, but some of you... aren't. i have gotten a few comments saying that you think that katrin is "annoying", and that is really hurtful to me, since i actually love kat, and have worked really hard on her character development. i know she is flawed, everyone is, but i find it really rude when you guys just say that my character is 'annoying.' i appreciate criticsm, just not rude comments that make me feel bad about my characters! thanks! 

oh while i'm on the topic: i know i haven't been updating this story as much, and i'm sorry! i just finished exams today, and am officially on summer vacation, so should be able to update more! this being said, comments that just tell me to 'update' make me want to update about -23% more... in fact, it makes me want to not lmao. again, kind comments make my day, just ones that have one word kinda piss me off!

anyway, what is your guys's favorite quotes from ollie and katrin?? i am putting together a 'meet my oc's' book, and would really like to have a "famous quotes" chapter! 

(oh yeah, would anyone like a meet my oc's book?)

how did you find my book, and what is your opinion on it??

thank you all so much for reading! i love you all so much!!