Chapter One
Hallucinations
The group sat in a circle, talking in the usual support group fashion. One boy, whom would much more important in the coming events, was the only one in street clothes, as he wasn't a resident, although, granted, he should've been a long time ago.
He fiddled his thumbs nervously. Last night's nightmare had been the worst in a while- and the most vivid.
He just couldn't get it out of his head... Just Scott with those glowing red eyes... Why in god's -or anyone's, really- name would he dream of his best friend with huge fangs and glowing red eyes?
Had it really been a dream?
Stop. Of course it was a dream. Things like that don't happen- you just see thi-
"Stiles?"
"Huh?" Said teenager looked up, his train of thought broken.
"Do you have a lemon and a lime?" The counselor asked.
"Oh.." Stiles shifted in his seat, "Y-yeah, 'course... I guess my lime would be... A nightmare last night- and no, I don't want to share it- and a lemon..." He frowned, "I guess, my school's lacrosse team has miraculously won the past 4 out of 7 games."
The counselor smiled.
"Great." She said genuinely- Beacon Hill High School's lacrosse skills were a wide knowledge, and that wasn't a good thing, "Anyone else?"
...
Stiles shouldered his bag as he walked down the front stairs of Echien House, stopping in his tracks.
RYHS!
He stumbled, but gained his footing. He shook his head, continuing on his way.
He stepped through the gates.
"Stiles."
"AH!" Stiles leaped about 10 feet in the air, grabbing at his chest to catch his breath, "Scott, you dick!"
"Sorry..." Scott said, genuinely sorry.
"I mean, anyone would be startled with their name being whispered in front of fricking Echien House, but holy shit!"
Scott rolled his eyes.
"Are you rolling your eyes at me?"
"C'mon, dumbass."
"I feel genuinely insulted."
However "insulted" he felt, Stiles climbed into the driver's seat of his Jeep.
"You ran here, didn't you?" He asked as Scott climbed into the passenger seat.
"Yep."
"Just to scare me?"
"Yep."
"And that was a lie?"
"That it was, my friend."
"What was your other reason?"
Scott pressed his lips together, "You just seemed a bit... Out of it today. So I wanted to make sure that you were here like you promised. I tried to get in and see for myself, but they wouldn't let me, so I had to just wait out here and pray you came out."
"And that you didn't get incarcerated?" Stiles asked, smirking at him.
"That, too."
They rode in a comfortable silence for a few minutes, before Stiles abruptly slammed on the brakes, his eyes wide, hands shaking on the steering wheel as he stared ahead.
"Stiles...?" Scott said softly, "What's wrong?"
"Someone's going to die tonight..." Stiles whispered.
"Wha-? Stiles where did you even get this information?"
"Glowing eyes..." He whispered.
Scott looked at himself in the rear-view, just to make sure, "What're you talking about? Stiles?"
Stiles blinked, taking a few breaths.
"Seeing things." He mumbled, pulling the car into drive, then said at a normal level, "I was just seeing things, Scott." He smiled reassuringly, "Just like I always do."
...
In his dream, Stiles wasn't questioning the fact that he was walking alone in the woods. In fact, he was just taking a leisurely jog through the woods at midnight, Centuries blaring in his ears. (Sadly, being a dream, the words were distorted.)
He slowed down as he came upon a house in a clearing- just on the ridge over-looking the pacific ocean. It was silhouetted by the full moon- a huge circle of soft white light, making the house seem minuscule by comparison.
Suddenly, the house burst into flames. Dream-Stiles just watched, not being able to move, but not questioning it. Not yet, anyway.
A woman's silhouette walked away from the burning house, not seeming to be bothered by the fire.
In fact- Stiles somehow knew- she set it.
Screams erupted from the house as the flames spread, and soon Stiles' screams joined the mix as he was now very, very aware of being unable to move. Arms wrapped around him, pulling him to the ground, holding him down.
Scott- Scott with the glowing red eyes- shouted into his face, "Stiles! Stiles!"
He shook his head, sobbing.
"Stiles!"
His eyes flew open. He was catching his breath, crying on the living room floor, his dad holding him down.
Stiles sniffled.
"S-sorry..." He muttered.
His dad shifted, getting off, "There's nothing to apologize for, Stiles."
"I scared you..." Stiles muttered, "I haven't sleep-walked in years..."
"It's okay." His father hugged him, and Stiles hugged him back, "It's okay..."
The phones ringing around the house caused both of them to jump.
Stiles' dad picked it up.
"Hello?"
Sheriff? Came the voice on the other end of the line- Parrish, one of the two Deputies, We've got a death here. Animal attack, possibly. Before she died she kept talking about... Glowing eyes.
Stiles pulled himself to his feet, snatching the phone from his dad.
"Parrish.." He said shakily, "Did you say glowing eyes?"
"Yeah." Parrish said, "You alright, Stiles?"
"I will be." He handed the phone back to his dad, and went back upstairs, a plan forming in his mind.
...
"Get you into the morgue?" Scott demanded, "Because you had a hallucination about a woman being attacked by something with glowing eyes, and it happened? Stiles, that just sounds super, amazingly crazy, and like it's going to get us into a lot of trouble."
"Are you saying you'll do it?"
"... Hell yes."
...
"Stiles, you know if my mom catches us, she'll ground me for life, and tell your dad, who, in turn, will also ground you for life?"
Stiles chuckled, "That I do."
Scott rolled his eyes, "You are so lucky I love you, man."
Stiles walked towards the body bag at the back of the room, sliding the zipper open carefully.
"Oh god..." He gagged, looking at the bite and slash marks. He frowned, "Definitely an animal. I'd say wolf, but they aren't native to California... So probably a coyote." He pursed his lips, "But coyote's don't have glowing eyes..." He zipped the bag back up, running his hands through his hair. Then he frowned, "In mythology- typically medieval/Renaissance area- werewolves are described as having glowing eyes." He looked at Scott "It's madness, total madness," Then back at the body, "but if it was a werewolf that attacked this poor girl..."
"Stiles, you don't honestly believe that, do you?"
He looked up at Scott.
"I don't know. And it's stupid and probably just my inner nerd, but..." He put his hands-one against his mouth and the other on his elbow- in a thinking position, "It works..."
"Stiles, let's just get out of here, okay?"
He reached for Stiles' elbow, but he pulled it out of the way.
"You think I'm nuts, don't you?" Stiles demanded.
"What? N-"
"Just like everyone else! That every time I have a dream, or a feeling, or a hallucination, and it comes true, it's just a coincidence! Well, you heard me say that! And I'll say this now! This won't be the last..." His anger diminished, "Not by a long-shot."
...
So... My first Teen Wolf fanfic...
And this chapter is pretty much just exposition.
[Sigh]
As you can hopefully tell by the description, a Psychic!Stiles AU because why the fuck not, and I like the idea.
So yeah...
[Flees]
