Chapter 2: The Threat

TWO WEEKS LATER

Stiles was in his room trying to study, this time for Economics. Like before he knew the material but he was practicing to use his anchor to be able to keep the letters in the right order in his mind. He has gotten pretty good at it, however sometimes there was nothing he could do. Along with the inability to read, the dreams where he couldn't tell if he was awake came back. He hasn't had a lot of those luckily but there had been a few. Most of those dreams consisted of the memories of his missions to kill everybody he loved, which usually concluded with him waking up in a panic attack.

He still didn't know why all of these side effects from the "open door" in his mind were coming back, suddenly all in the past two weeks. For what he was still recovering from, and going through now, he was still his normal self.

His phone then started vibrating on his desk. He moved his notebook off his lap and walked over to his desk to see who was calling. He picked up his phone and a picture of a wolf appeared on the screen.

"Heyy Scott what's up?" Stiles said lazily answering the phone.

"Can you come over?"

"You know I love these date nights of ours but I'm studying for our Econ. Test tomorrow. You know the class you're failing in" Stiles said with a chuckle.

"What… how do you know that" Scott mumbled through the phone.

"Scott everyone knows that... you can read it off of coach's face anytime he talks to you. So unless I am coming over to help you study then I can't come."

"Lydia will be here" Scott teased, smirking on the other end of the phone.

"On second thought I might stop by"

"Actually bring your textbook too, I seemed to have misplaced mine" Scott admitted.

"No wonder you're failing. Can't you just smell it out?"

"I'm a werewolf not a metal detector Stiles"

"Last time I checked a textbook isn't made of metal… need help in science too?"

"Just get over here" Scott demanded. Before Stiles could say anything else Scott hung up.

Stiles grabbed his textbook and his sweatshirt. He was wearing his usual attire, a tee shirt, a plaid flannel on top, and a pair of jeans. He started to mosey out the door when he realized shoes would probably be a good idea. He snatched his black converse from under his bed and slipped them on. He walked down the hall and down the stairs which brought him into the living room. Stiles headed for the door when his dad then stood in front of the door.

"Where do you think you're going?" his dad questioned looking half at his son and half at the game on TV.

"To study with Scott" said Stiles.

"I was wondering when he would call to tell you he'd lost his textbook" he said looking down at what Stiles was holding under his arm.

"How did you-"

"It's in the kitchen from the last time he came over." he interjected.

"Oh well I'll go grab that and be on my way" Stiles said as he slipped by his father and walked into the kitchen. There was a bowl of cereal from earlier that morning on the counter so Stiles took out the spoon to check his hair in the reflection. If he was going to see Lydia he had to look somewhat nice. Sadly there was nothing he could do, his hair always looked messy no matter what he did, but it didn't look bad.

"Grab Scott's textbook and get over there before Lydia leaves." His father said smiling. Stiles was about to say something when he accidentally hit his elbow in the bowl of cereal, spilling all of its contents onto his shirt, while he was looking at his reflection in the spoon.

Looking at the TV his dad chuckled "don't try to deny that she's going to be there, because I hope you don't check yourself out in spoons on a regular basis. That's more of a Jackson thing." Stiles quickly wiped up the counter and himself as best he could, of the milk. "Well Lydia loved Jackson" Stiles defended. Which was true Lydia did love Jackson. Stiles thought to himself that maybe it would increase his chances with her if he was more like Jackson. "Until he moved to London" he continued. "Well if you're planning to move to London anytime soon, take me with you, maybe I can be a Sherriff in a town where there aren't Werewolf's, Kanimas, and Darrachs running around trying to kill everybody." The Sherriff said half seriously. Stiles picked up Scotts textbook and headed for the door and responded "don't forget the Argents too… Bye dad" and Stiles was out the door. Stiles thought it was cold outside so he put on his sweatshirt. But maybe that's just because half his sweatshirt was wet from the milk. He hopped in his jeep and went on his way to see Lydia.

He arrived at Scott's house in about six minutes. When he got there Allison was walking in with Kira. Stiles wasn't surprised to see Kira simply for the fact Scott is dating her now and she seemed to have become good friends with Lydia. However, he was surprised to see Allison no one has seen her since the incident with the Oni. Stiles had also been afraid to see her as well, the last time he saw this girl was when he commanded evil ninja ghost warriors to stab her, kind of a mood killer. She almost died because of Stiles, or at least the thing controlling him. And she would have died if Scott didn't save her. No one even knows how he saved her, all werewolf's can do is take away pain. But Stiles wasn't too worried because it was Allison sweet, kind, wouldn't hurt a fly, Allison.

Stiles parked his jeep behind Allison's car and got out. As Allison walked inside she turned around and started walking towards Stiles, Kira stopped too, but Allison assured her to go in. He didn't know what to say to her, so he just walked forward and tried to go inside even though he knew she would stop him.

"Hey Stiles! I haven't seen you in a while" Allison exclaimed. She reached out to give him a hug. This was like Allison, but something didn't seem right to him about her. He couldn't place it, he noticed she was wearing flats for once instead of the stilts her and Lydia walk around on all day, but that still wasn't it, it didn't matter though he was just glad his friend didn't blame him.

Stiles reached out and embraced his old friend.

"Uhh hey… how have you been" he barely got out, focused on what was different about her.

"I've been pretty good I guess, my dad watches me like a hawk now a days, since uh… you know. Then we went to France for two months to catch up with some family." She said looking down at her shoes.

"About that… Allison I just wanted you to know how sorr-"he started to tell her.

"But ah... Stiles?" she interrupted.

"Yeah…?" He murmured.

"I want you to stay away from me, I know what you are, even though you might not know yourself. All the people you love I will soon turn them against you. Your friends, your family… oh wait… what family? The Sherriff? … Ha! What happened to mommy? Did she leave you Stiles? Did she forget to say goodbye? Or was that just the Dementia?" she spoke the words slowly and harsh to do the most damage. Stiles opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came except for the sadness that suddenly fell upon him. He didn't understand what was happening, what Allison was doing to him. She knew what he was? He didn't understand what she meant, all he knew was that she wanted to hurt him badly, and she succeeded.

He looked up after standing there for two minutes trying to wrap his head around what just happened, and saw her staring at him with no emotion. Her eyes that are usually a light brown, were now as if there was a hidden darkness inside of her trying to escape through a stare. Stiles stumbled back in shock of what he was seeing.

Suddenly she grabbed his wrist, holding it so tightly his hand started to turn white, he didn't know that there was such a strength possible, or at least humanly possible. Allison jerked Stiles so he was almost falling into her as she quietly whispered.

"If you tell anyone about our little chat, you see her?" Allison pointed at Scott's living room window. Inside Lydia was standing there holding a drink, and playing with her strawberry blonde hair.

"She will be the first to go" Allison whispered slowly, with a silent laugh under her breath.

"Why would you do that… she's your best friend?" stiles stammered

"Oh honey… it's a trade you see…take out your enemy by taking out some annoying friend that I can easily replace, because he is in love with her. I don't know about you, but to me that sounds like hitting two birds with one stone… you only with that those birds were love birds, but sadly for you that's not the case" her words were knives In his ears and his heart. What happened in Paris that made Allison like this? What does she think she knows about Stiles that he doesn't know himself? What happened to the girl that her only weapon was her bow and arrow, but now has become her freakish strength and soul-less eyes? What has she become?

Allison dropped his wrist and put her arms around Stiles, pulling him into what seemed like a hug when he noticed Isaac walking up the driveway.

"Hey guys, am I too late for the Allison reunion?" Isaac said.

Allison let go of stiles and smiled at him and Isaac.

"No I just got here I was just catching up with my pal Stiles here" Allison said playfully punching stiles arm. "Come on lets go inside" she proposed hooking Isaacs arm in hers as they opened the door and went inside. Stiles was baffled at the whole situation that just happened, so he followed them inside.