I am back with a new one shot. I got bored of attempting to write long stories so I am starting small with one shots.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
"Hi."
Allison said shyly from the door of the guidance counselor's office. Morrell looked up from her paperwork and with a light smile.
"Hello, Allison. Can I help you?"
She nodded and closed the door. "Yeah, I've been having some weird visions lately and I need to stop them." She sat down and took a breath.
Morrell stared questioningly, "Please continue, Allison."
"Well Scott, Stiles, and I sacrificed ourselves to save our parents and now I'm having visions of my aunt."
Morrell crossed her legs and sat back in her chair, "Yes, I talked to Alan about this last week. He told me he has no idea how to stop this, but what he doesn't know is that each of you have your own way of suffering."
Allison narrowed her eyes, "What do you mean?"
"I mean that there is no specific way to end this for any of you because all of you are fighting your own demons. And with you in particular, this ordeal is one of the worst." Morrell said calmly.
"Do you know everything?"
The counselor shook her head, "Why don't you tell me?"
Allison nodded, "As I said, this all started after the sacrifice...Wait, actually this all kind of started at Lydia's birthday party a few months ago."
"What happened at the party?"
"Lydia laced the punch with some wolfsbane and we all saw different things about what we feared..." Her eyes drifted to the ground.
"Allison."
She looked up from the floor and met Morrell's eyes.
"This is about you and no one else." She smiles, "Now what did you see?"
Allison swallows thickly, "I saw a dark version of myself shoot an arrow at me. It hit me the stomach. I could feel the pain and the blood dripping before I snapped out of it."
"Okay. So how does this relate to what you've been going through recently?"
"It's that my visions are physical. I am not just haunted by Kate. I would be fine if I were just seeing her around, but that's not the case." Allison closed her eyes and buried her face in her hands.
She heard a sigh and then a familiar voice that made her body freeze.
"Then what is the case, Allison?"
Kate.
Allison bolted from the chair and looked at her aunt's rotten corpse sitting in Morrell's chair with a dark smile on her face.
She ran from the office and hurried down the empty hallway. Making a sharp left she stopped cold as she met a mountain of dead bodies. Her father lay dead with her mom, Scott, Stiles, and Lydia all piled on top of each other. So much blood.
A tap on her shoulder made her spin around to see a frowning Isaac, "They're all dead, Allison." Tears roll down his face, "They're all dead."
She stepped closer to Isaac when suddenly two sharp points come from Isaac's now bleeding eyes.
Kate stood with a pitchfork through Isaac's head; she let go of the weapon and the werewolf's body crumpled to the ground.
Allison screamed. She looked around and saw her backpack on the ground. Allison grabbed it and pulled out a gun. She pointed it at Kate, who was coming at her.
Allison pulled the trigger and blinked.
The room changed back to Morrell's office. Allison stood over a dead body that faced the wall. She looked horrified.
The huntress dropped the gun and ran over to the bloodied body. "Oh my god. I killed Morrell. She's dead." Allison turned the body over and was met with her own face.
A dead Allison with a gaping hole through her forehead.
"...what?"
Please tell me what you think!