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Chapter 2

I opened and looked out the door. I saw nothing but woods. I turned around to find Malia's stuffed animals a mess. I picked them up and with each animal I could smell the scent. It was on the tip-of-my-tongue, but I couldn't remember whom. I arranged her animals back on her bed just the way she had left them. I remembered the order. I had spent days in here missing her. I use to pretend like she was sitting on her bed and I would talk to her, but she was never really there. It wasn't long before I had fallen asleep on the floor in her room.

Later, I woke up to the sound of a ringing phone. My dad answered it and I heard him say, "I'll be right there". I got up and walked out to the kitchen to find him grabbing his coat.

"Dad, who was that?" I asked him.

"The police. They found some of Malia's things. I'm going now." He told me.

"Okay." I replied. I ran into my room and grabbed my jacket, but when I came back he had already gotten into his truck and was off. I guess I should have told him that I wanted to go with him. I just went back into Malia's room. I just broke down and started crying.

I remember what happened that day. I saw what happened and I survived it. They're not going to find Malia. Are they? I wonder if she still looks like what I remember? Would I still love her? Of course I would. I'm afraid, though. If it happened once, will it happen again? There were just question after question I kept thinking of new things. I wasn't sure if I was worrying myself or just getting it all out. My dad came in the door and I got up and met him in the kitchen.

"Dad, did they-" I saw what he was holding. It was Malia's blanket. He looked up at me and I saw his red eyes. He had obviously been crying. Who wouldn't? I came over to him.

"They found this," he sniffed and wiped his eyes, "in a coyote den." I think he wanted to say something else, but he never did. I went to give him a hug, but he put his hand up, "I'm gonna go to sleep. You should too now that you got that school to go to." He just left me there. I just wanted to apologize as if my very existence was a reminder of that day and now he had a fragment of Malia too. I went into my room and slowly let sleep overcome me. I woke up and got ready for school. My dad had his door closed. I left him a note and rode my bike to school. It wasn't too far away.

I got there with a few minutes to spare. I headed in and sat down in my first class. More people came in and eventually so did Scott, Stiles and Allison. They didn't sit down though. They stood behind me in the corner of the classroom and talked about something. I tried to focus in on their conversation, but I couldn't really hear over the crowd of people between us. I turned real quick to see them and Allison made eye contact with me, but then looked back down at Stiles' tablet thing. Shortly after that class started. Allison left and Kira came in.

"Hi, I'm Kira. You knew that. I knew you knew that. I don't know why I just told you that again. Anyway I have something for you." She told him.

"For me?" he questioned. She started searching through her backpack.

"Yeah, uh about the Bardoh(I don't know how to spell). My explanation was sort of all over the place, so I did some research and printed it out for you."

"You didn't have to do that." He told her.

"It only took a couple hours." She told him all nonchalant.

"Wow, then you really didn't have to do that." He replied.

"I swear I printed it out." She said as she looked into her backpack. Her father came in with a packet of papers.

"Kira, you forgot all that research you did for that boy you like." He told her as he handed her the packet. She slowly took it and then turned and gave it to Scott. He just kind of smiled at her. She just quickly sat down. Mr. Yukimura started talking.

"Alright everyone. We just started talking about internment camps and prisoners of war. There's a passage in our reading that I'd like to go over. Who would like to come up and read aloud for us? Mr. Stilinski how about you?" he asked.

"Oh, um maybe some-someone else could-"

"Everyone participates in my class Mr. Stilinski." Mr. Yukimura told him. Stiles got up and made his way to the podium in the front. He stared intensely at the page and gripped the desk, but said nothing. He started to breath heavily and he stopped looking at the page. Scott got up and went to Stiles.

"Stiles, you okay?" he asked. Stiles just sort of buckled and almost fell. Scott came to his side, "I should take him to the nurse's office." Mr. Yukimura just nervously shook his head up-and-down in agreement. Scott helped Stiles out of the room. When they passed it hit me. I smelt it. They were the ones who had been in Malia's room. I couldn't believe them. How could they have the nerve to break in to my house? And what were they doing in Malia's room?! I could feel the anger boiling up inside. I could feel it surging through my body. I tried to force it back down, but I couldn't really stop it. I may have slowed it, but I was trying too hard. I couldn't focus. I felt the teeth in my mouth grow and sharpen, and the nails on my hands start to grow and sharpen. My sight had started to be altered. I stopped trying to hold it back and breathed. I breathed in new air and breathed out my anger. I still had sharp nails and teeth, but they had stopped growing. I kept breathing. Luckily Mr. Yukimura had called on someone else to read. Slowly, I had released all of my anger and everything went back to normal. I tried my best to focus on our reading.

The period finally ended. I was packing up my things when I saw Kira grab Scott and Stiles' book bag. I wanted to see what she was doing with Scott and Stiles' bags and to see if maybe she had anything to do with the break-in. I followed her down a hall or two. She went into where the boy's locker room is. The lights were off in that hallway though. Maybe she thought I was following her. I left and started going to my next class. It wasn't long before I heard a sort of clatter or crash coming from that very hallway. I didn't know what it was, but I wasn't going to get in trouble for it so I went on my way.

Art class went along fine. I continued my project with no talking. I didn't want even the slightest chance of getting angry. I did catch a few glances from Allison and Lydia, but nothing passed that. After class there was this bunch of gossip going about. It wasn't until I saw the sheriff and Stiles that I got worried. I listened in on their conversation. Maybe they were planning their next break-in.

"What happens if she does hurt someone?" Stiles asked.

"Most likely they'll have to put it down." He replied.

"Put her down. Dad, try not to forget there is a girl in there, one that you'd be killing. Come one, you aren't back to not believing are you?" Stiles asked.

"You know what, I believe that there are a lot of things that I don't understand yet, but that doesn't mean that anything and everything imaginable is suddenly possible. Now are you one hundred percent sure that this is a girl and not an animal?" he was barely able to finish before Stiles started.

"Yes" Stiles answered. They paused, "because Scott's sure." Then he looked down the hall to Scott, the other bandit. Stiles turned away from Scott, "Scott you been listening?" and I watched Scott shake his head yes.

"Alright let's get this figured out." Sheriff told Stiles as they walked away. The next thing I noticed was my dad. He was talking to the police. I tried to get close to them, but some other people got in the way. They walked to the locker room and I followed them. This time I caught up with my dad. Just as I did though he approached Scott and Stiles. He grabbed a doll from… He grabbed my little sister's doll from them.

"Where did you get that? Where did you find this?" he was getting angry, but he suddenly simmered down, "It belonged to my daughter." I went to walk next to him when Sheriff Stilinski came between my dad and them just when I was about to blurt out that they had snuck into our house. Now that I think about it though, maybe it was good that I didn't say that because my only evidence is because they smell just like the doorknob and Malia's stuffed animals.

"Mr. Tate, I don't know how you heard about this, if you have your own police scanner or what, but you can't be here." The sheriff went to move my father and my dad jumped back. Then the sheriff slowly moved my dad's coat back. He had a gun. I couldn't believe my dad.

"I have a permit." My dad grunted.

"Dad, that's still no reason to even think about," I looked around and then lowered my voice, "bringing a gun to a school." I told him.

"Your son is right. California schools are gun free zones. Permit or no permit. You need to leave Mr. Tate. Now." The sheriff tried to push my dad back, but he pulled away. He got all-angry again.

"You find that animal, you find that thing…" and then he just left. I just sighed. I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around to find Scott and Stiles there. Stiles had his hand on my shoulder.

"Wyatt, right? Anyway, how are you taking this whole thing?" Stiles asked me.

"I'm sorry for my dad and believe me I'm fine." I replied.

"That's good."

"Now I have a question for you. Actually, both of you," they looked confused, "What were you two doing in my house, in Malia's room yesterday?" I could feel it. The thought just made me see red.

"How did you know?" Scott asked.

"That's not what this is about. This is about Malia. You answer my question first." I told them.

"Scott, that's it. He survived the crash with Malia." Stiles looked at Scott. Scott looked up at me.

"That means you're-" I didn't wait around for him to finish that sentence. I turned and left. I heard them following me. People blocked them while I had just gotten in front of them. I lost Scott and Stiles. The rest of my day followed undisturbed. I had no run-ins with Scott and Stiles and I didn't even see them. I went home and just tried to calm down. I'm not entirely sure, but I'm pretty sure I had made my situation worse by getting too close to them.

I was lying in my room when I heard my father opening packages. I heard weird cranks and clinking, but I didn't want to bother him either. I was still mad at him for bringing a gun to the school. I had fallen asleep soon enough.

That morning I woke up and said nothing to my father. I had to leave extra early for a track practice this morning. I put on a tank top and sweat pants. Kind of an odd match, but it was comfortable for me. I walked out of my house to find Sheriff Stilinski pulling up to my house. He seemed very concentrated on something so I just went on my way to school. I was almost to the school when I swore I heard a gunshot. I tried not to think about it.

Shortly after my run had started I heard another gunshot, but the running it just came to me and I felt like a weight had been lifted off of my shoulders, so I ignored the shot. Suddenly, a roar or scream came from the woods.

"That's it." I ran off the trail towards the sound of the screaming animal. I felt like I was running so fast as if my feet were hardly hitting the ground. I was making towards another trail when I heard a snap or clink under my feet. I stopped to find a bear trap. I had almost gotten stuck in a bear trap? Oh my god, but I didn't. That's how fast I was running.

I heard more screams from the hurt animal. I forgot about the trap and went on my way. I didn't notice, but the more I ran the more I felt it surge throughout me. I noticed my eyes and sight were changing and my mouth and fingers grew sharp, so the change wasn't only brought on by anger, but the rush. I breathed and sent it away. This time it was much easier to push down. I kept going towards the sound and I was almost there. I could see the person. There was someone standing over them… with a gun. I gasped, but kept going. I got closer and saw that it was Allison and Isaac. Allison had the gun and Isaac was holding his ankle. I came up to them and both Allison and Isaac looked at me. Allison turned and swung her gun towards me.

"Oh, it's just you." She told me and lowered her gun.

"What's goin-" I looked at Isaac and saw that his foot was stuck in a bear trap, "Oh my god! Your leg!"

"Thank you for pointing that out!" He told me through gritted teeth.

"Allison, what do we do? What's going on?" I asked in a panic.

"Well, thanks to your dad there are a ton of bear traps out everywhere all over the woods. We're here trying to track down your sister-"

"Malia."

"Yeah, but she got away before I could get her."

"Before you could… You were going to shoot her?"

"Well, yes, but with a tranquilizer-"

"Because that makes it any better!"

"We're trying to help her, we are trying to turn her back." She told me. I slowed down. My mind stopped and my anger was gone.

"Well, who is looking for her?" but before Allison could answer a massive roar came rumbling through the woods. I turned towards the sound, "Malia." I was gone. I started sprinting even faster then before, "Malia!" I could feel it. The surge was pushing me to go and it was my motivation that kept it going. My feet were moving faster then I even thought possible, but I kept going, "Malia!" I kept screaming her name. Trees and branches seemed to fly past me. The roar was long, but eventually stopped. I followed it as best as I could. It was maybe another minute or two before I saw Scott. He looked ferocious. He took off his jacket and gave it to… Malia. I lunged forward, "Malia!" she turned around and saw me. I wrapped my arms around her in a big embrace.

"Way-" it was as if she wasn't sure if that was my name. I grabbed her by her shoulders and looked at her. Her hair was a mess with leaves in it and she looked as if she were about to puke from being so overwhelmed.

"Yes, Malia it's me, your brother Wyatt!" she didn't say anything and I just hugged her again. A police car pulled up and Sheriff Stilinski came out with a blanket. He wrapped the lower half of Malia.

"Wyatt, I'm going to take your sister to see your father. Would you like to come?" he asked me.

"Of course!" but then I remembered, "Wait, what about all of the bear traps?"

"The station is already on their way down to start cleaning them up." I just nodded to his answer and got in his truck with Malia. She still didn't say anything and her face was just giving off how shocked she was. The sheriff had offered Scott a ride, but he declined. Good, I didn't need him ruining this moment. I just kept my arm around Malia's shoulder the whole ride. Once we got home we went up to the porch and called for my dad. He came out all grouchy like he always is, but then he realized that it was Malia standing there. She was finally home.

Unfortunately, later she was questioned about what happened and I'm afraid her inability to answer the questions sanely resulted in them taking her away. Taking her away from us just as soon as we got her back. My father and I fought against them, but I was afraid in losing control. I let them take her. I was weak.

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