Just another Teen Wolf one-shot. I do not own anything.
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The air was stagnant. The train station was completely silent. None of its occupants were moving, aside from three women whose fingers twiddled with silky white threads in a fluid, ceaseless movement.
The sisters frequently erased, or abducted, countless souls from the mortal world. To protect the stability of the world, they said. But in the process, they unleashed their most formidable ability; Damnatio Memoriae. In short, the sisters removed every trace of their victims from the world but their most precious memento, and placed another human being shaped in the likeness of a dead relative that was acquainted to the victim. What happened to the kidnapped people? One could only guess. Some of them were left forever trapped in the train station. Others were forcibly 'sent back' as a newborn baby, or left stranded anywhere on Earth with no memories whatsoever.
"So, his name is Stiles, huh?"
"Stiles is just his nickname."
"What happened with his original name?"
"Covered up, apparently."
"For safety reasons?"
"Maybe. He's of Polish origin. You know that Polish aren't exactly welcomed in United States.
The three sisters conversed calmly and silently, as if they wished to keep the quietness undisturbed. This boy, Stiles or whatever his name is, was said to be a boy who ran with wolves. Even more, the hearsay said that his best friend is a True Alpha, the rarest type of werewolf known in the mortal world.
Eager to know more, and sensing that the boy had an anomaly within his soul, the sisters sent their agents, known to mortals as the Wild Hunt, to bring Stiles to them. But what made them feel this way? What could possibly this Stiles be keeping from them?
There was no time measure in the train station, and so the sisters could only guess that no more than a minute had passed. One minute ago, the sisters had the Wild Hunt directed into this quiet little town where their target currently resides. The next minute, the horsemen came back, bringing with them an unconscious teenage boy.
The youngest sister immediately jumped into attention. "Target has arrived."
The other occupants fled in terror at the sight of the horsemen on their black stallions. But as the horsemen left the scene, the dwellers returned to their initial positions as if nothing ever happened.
"Subject appears to be a 17 years old teenager. Heartbeat remains stable. Seems healthy." Old Sister took the boy and examined him.
"No visible signs of disorder, either physical or mental." Middle Sister slowly moved her staff back and forth the boy's head.
"Would you like me to examine his mental being?" Young Sister offered. The other two briefly exchanged glance before nodding in agreement.
The Young Sister took a deep breath before placing both of her hands at Stiles' head. As seconds passed by, she seemed to remain calm. But without warning, Young Sister pulled her hands away, staring at Stiles in disbelief.
"What did you see?" whispered the Old Sister. "I saw... darkness, fear, and pain. The subject was most likely possessed by a dark entity for extended period. A Nogitsune or an Inugami might be the prime suspects." Young Sister elaborated. All of them wondered, is this possessed boy the one who truly befriended werewolves? If the answer is yes, as per the Middle Sister's suggestion, then the boy is to be kept away from the mortal world. Who knows what Stiles might be capable of should he be left wandering free.
"Speaking of which, who is the werewolf friend?"
"Are you certain the werewolf is the friend?"
"I'll check it out." spoke the Young Sister. She went back to where the threads were left. Running her fingers through the threads, she sensed every inch of them, trying to determine the correct 'twist' as one might say... until her fingers stopped at one certain thread. It seemed to glow faintly in red.
As she brought it closer o her eyes, she could see an image of a young man, preferably in the same age as Stiles. But it wasn't enough. The Old and Middle Sisters joined in to see the anomaly the Young Sister had unveiled, and to their interest, the other teenager's image became clearer. This boy, this werewolf... he wasn't just an ordinary werewolf. He was the alpha, the True Alpha they heard from the mortal world. Alongside him, other images began to appear. They took form of various people and supernatural creatures. Werewolves, humans, hunters, chimeras, a kanima, a werecoyote, and the most intriguing one... a banshee.
"The True Alpha. His pack consisted of a multitude of creatures."
"The stories weren't a lie after all."
"Very interesting, especially this banshee, Lydia Martin."
The three sisters once again traded looks with each other. From what the threads revealed to them, a series of supernatural incidents took place in the town, which gradually increased as time went by. The once-peaceful town was harassed by a druid practicing dark magic, another werewolf pack, the aforementioned Nogitsune, and the notorious Dread Doctors, who assaulted with their own supernatural army. At this rate, the entire supernatural community could be exposed to the world at large, creating potentially unfavorable results.
The sisters nodded at each other. If they have to erase a town's population to keep the supernaturals safe, then so shall it be. God forgive whoever stands in their way, for the sisters and their horsemen were not the ones to generously show mercy.
And so the sisters scratched several 'stops' throughout United States in favor of setting their plans into motion at their current terminus; Beacon Hills.
Sometime, somewhere in Beacon Hills, a boy named Scott McCall woke up in his house. From the troubled look in his face, Scott seemed to have forgotten something important to him.