Chapter 2 : That's just wonderful.
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Did I mention that I don't know how to drive where I come from? Yes, I did. Well, scratch that because here I can and I even know where Beacon High is and I've never been there before. It's my brain but in a way or another not exactly my brain or my body. What I mean is that I know things that I am not supposed to. I am not talking about childhood memory but about daily basis thing. Like where the school is or how to drive or again the spot that I usually park. I didn't have time to think about it. I have to get to Mr Harris' class. I was a bit nervous about going into this school. I've never been to an American high school before, seen on TV, yes but actually be in one never. Well, it looks exactly like on TV, no surprise there. But there was this atmosphere, the smell, the student were different but in the same time all the same. Some teenagers confused and who doesn't know what they are going to do with their life. All they want to do is having a nice time and eventually go back home. I found Mr. Harris' class.
"Am I late or something?" I asked when I saw the teacher. I just saw him once on TV but it looks the same, with his snob face and his glasses, kind of creepy if you want to know.
"No, actually you are early," He answered with a smile. He actually smiled at me. It is not one of those cold smiles but a pretty warm one. Like we are friends or something maybe we are. "Nice outfit by the way, it is better than the colourful you always wore" He complimented. Okay, did I get the wrong impression from this guy or they didn't show his nice side.
"Thanks, I wanted to try something new," I flirted with him. It can't really hurt, there's nothing wrong with that. "Do you need me for something?"
"Yes, the usual really. You know what to do right?" He asked
"Not really, no." I replied
"I have to leave class early today, I need someone to take over in half an hour" He explained
"I don't do chemistry, you know that right? I mean I would probably not know what to do." I added quickly
"Oh! I know, there's already some worksheet for them" he said "You sure you're alright, you don't seem in your right mind?"
"Yes, I am fine, I didn't drink my coffee yet" I invented, well I do drink coffee.
"You don't drink coffee." He stated
"Well, I should probably start" I replied, "Don't worry I'm fine, I'll see you in half an hour then"
"Right, see you later!" He greeted me.
On my way out, I bumped into my neighbour's best friend, the teen wolf himself; Scott McCall. I excused myself but he was looking at me as if there was something wrong. I asked if he was okay and he answered everything was right and that he was sorry. But this look on his face was still there. I wondered what it was. The day went pretty well, apparently the kids like me pretty much. Lydia complimented my outfit. And before I know it, it was already time for practice. Coach Finstock is a pretty funny character. He is always yelling, making fun of his players. But I think it's a tough love thing, you treat them badly and they prove you wrong. Anyway I watched the boys practice as Scott got his ass kicked on the field by Jackson the douche. Yeah! It suits him don't you think. Coach Finstock was spreading his tough love again.
"Hey, McCall! My grandmother can move faster than that and she is dead," the coach said chuckling. "Do you think you can move faster than the lifeless corpse of my dead grandmother?"
"Yes, coach!" Scott answered
"I can't hear you" the coach stated
"Yes, coach!" Scott replied strongly
"Then do it again!" The coach ordered.
What happened after that was…well, it was kind of predictable but violent. Let's just say Jackson has it coming. Scott hit Jackson in his shoulder and they both landed on the ground. Jackson seemed pretty hurt. And Scott …well, Scott was losing control I presume. All I saw was Stiles taking him to the locker room. I didn't follow them for two reasons. First, I have nothing to do in the locker room. Second reason was I didn't want to get involved in their werewolf drama. I mean don't get me wrong, I like the show but there is a big difference between watching the show and be in the show. While you are in the safety of your living room you don't have to worry about a werewolf turning and losing control but when you are actually living in it you have to protect yourself against those kinds of things. And now that I think about it, Stiles might be in danger. Conclusion I followed them. When I arrived Stiles was outside the lockers room with the fire extinguisher in his hands. I stopped in my tracks and he didn't notice me. Apparently Scott called for him because he went inside so I decided to check on Jackson. The poor guy…cough…cough…got a separated shoulder and he won't be able to play on Saturday. The coach was counting on McCall since he was first line.
When I get home I got some thinking about the day I just had. I almost run into a turning werewolf if Stiles didn't stop him first, I know things that I am not supposed to know. I am completely different from that poor Stapley girl, who had just disappeared. Well not completely if my knowledge, as small as it is, is any indication. I have this feeling that she still here somewhere in my head. If only I could talk to her.
"All you have to do is ask," My reflection said to me
"Oh My God" I yelled,
"Shhh," she shushed me
"Don't you shush me ever," I replied scared, "You have to understand I only saw that in horror movie"
"Okay, first calm down, there's no need for you to worry" She tried to help me, "Now we have to talk"
"About what? Are you gonna tell me how the hell did I get here?" I asked
"That I will." she replied, "Good news you didn't actually take over my body"
"What does that even suppose to mean?" I didn't understand a word she was saying
"Well, we didn't swap bodies, You swap bodies," She explained
"What?" I still don't get it
"I'm dead, I died on Wednesday night. I was bitten by the Alpha but it didn't take so I died and you are here" She explained
"Hang on a minute, you are dead," I summed up the situation "And you told me not to worry about you being a horror movie. I am actually talking to a freaking ghost."
"No you are talking to your own reflection, you freak" she joked
"It's not funny," I scolded "Okay, if you are dead why did I take over your body?"
"You are going to laugh," she started "You come from a long line of protector. Supernatural beings that can live in different realms at the same time and when one of your different selves died because of the supernatural you have to replace them and live their life." She finished explaining
"But what about my own life?" I questioned
"You actually never existed in your world. See here's the thing if one of us died because of the supernatural whoever takes over ceased to exist. You are wiped out of your realms." She patiently replied
"But if I died does someone take my place after that?" I asked
"No, since you are the only Protector." She simply answered
"What? How many of us died?" I demanded
"Oh, not that much! Maybe 9," She vaguely answered
"Just that, it's no big deal then," I added sarcastically "Are you kidding me? You mean there were 9 versions of me?"
"Yes," she answered "But you are the only Protector, you have always been since the beginning of time. There is one every hundred years. When one is born is different selves is born with them. So there are ten of them but only one is the real Protector. Only one of them is meant to be" She explained
"So I was meant to be?" I replied
"yep,"
"What does that even suppose to mean?"
"There are dark forces out there who want to kill the Protector because they can actually stop any threats that lurk in the dark. The Protector is meant to resist the supernatural; the protector can't be killed by the supernatural."
"So I'm some immortal freak?"
"Nope, I said you can't be killed by the supernatural I never said you were immortal."
"I'm lost here"
"Okay, look at it this way. If you are bitten by an alpha as a normal being you either die or become a werewolf yourself. As the Protector you resist the bite but you don't turn into a werewolf you are immune to the bite. Nevertheless if someone normal decides to kill you and they can do it then you die, simple. Well, actually I only know about werewolves' bite for the moment. So if I know more about other supernatural being I tell you. But keep that in mind you are not immortal" She explained
"Reassuring much."
"I know I hate giving bad news"
"So did they all die like you because of the supernatural?"
"No, not at all," She said "Some of them died in car accident, others commit suicide"
"But you are not called into these other lives, right?" I wanted to be sure that I understood
"Exactly," She confirmed "You were only called because I got bit by a werewolf."
"What does a Protector do exactly? Do we have some kind of superpower?" I questioned again
"No, all you have to do is to keep the supernatural beings in line and keep the human beings safe" She responded
"But you said I'm a supernatural?" I asked confused
"Yes, but this is all I know for the moment. The rest you have to see for yourself." She stated
"So you don't actually know what I am supposed to do?"
"No I don't because you are actually the only one in a long time who is going to fulfil the mission for which you were born" she explained
"Am I the only one left?"
"Yes you are." She confirmed "You were called because the darkness is going to fall on Beacon Hill. I can tell you it is not the Alpha. Something more dangerous."
"I suppose you can't tell what that thing is?"
"No that I can't tell you" She said chuckling softly. "Look, I don't have much time left, I'm fading away. You can still ask me for help but use your moment wisely I won't be able to be back for a while. So do you have a last question before I leave you?" She inquired
"No but I have a remark to make actually," I started "You really have bad taste in clothes and I hate pink. It actually sucked as a colour"
"Well, you can change it if you want this is going to be your house anyway." She allowed me "If that's all, I am leaving you. Bye!"
Well, that sucked. But look on the bright side I have a mission and it doesn't involved the Alpha. Actually, it kind of involved him, since I have to keep the supernatural beings in line. Are you confused? I am. She said that I have to keep the supernatural in line and protect the defenceless one. That I was called for a greater danger than the Alpha. But do I have to deal with the Alpha whoever that is. I think the answer is yes. I don't have any other choice, do I? Great, that's wonderful. That's just wonderful.
