"This doesn't make any sense." Scott frowned, looking from Stiles to Lydia.
"Yeah, we kind of get that." Stiles blinked.
"Well, your father walked into school with his crew while we were being escorted out of the classroom." Lydia said to Scott. "So it must be more in-depth than we think it is."
Stiles looked down at Lydia.
"Well, than I think it is." She mumbled.
"I think I should go back and talk to Peter." Malia spoke up.
"I agree." Lydia added. "I'll come with you."
"No, absolutely not." Stiles shook his head. "None of you are going anywhere near that maniac."
"I don't think it's a bad idea." Scott muttered, looking around the group. He received a deathly glare from his best friend.
"I'll come too." Kira piped up before looking at Stiles. "You can relax. We have a banshee, a were-coyote and a kitsune. I think we'll be just fine."
..
"Dad?" Scott called out as his father left the classroom where the incident happened earlier. His father turned to face him before shutting the door behind him. "What's going on?"
"Nothing, Scott. You don't need to worry." Agent McCall replied, walking down the hall towards the exit. Scott followed.
Stiles took a quick look inside the classroom. They'd seem to have covered the place in a clear plastic, and outside the windows was clearly cornered off. He and Scott would have to sneak round there later.
"Don't follow me, Scott." Scott's father called out without turning. "Go back to lunch."
Scott sighed before turning to face Stiles, recognising the expression he was wearing.
"We're not going back to lunch, are we."
..
"How the hell are we going to be allowed in with you?" Kira whispered as they walked through the entrance of the Echlin house.
"Just...play along." Malia hissed.
"Miss Tate." A woman in white approached the three. Malia almost growled at the last name. "What brings you back here?"
"I'm here to see Peter again." Malia stated. "These are my carers. "
Lydia and Kira looked at each other quickly.
The lady looked past Malia with a wary expression. "Your carers."
"Yes." Malia folded her arms. "My carers."
The lady sighed. "Go through."
The girls masked their shock and walked on down the hall. Kira could swear she heard the lady mutter "I hate this job" under her breath.
They turned a few corners, went down a few flights of stairs and entered a very dimly lit hall to be approached by two large men in white. They escorted them to the end of the hall where Peter's cell was rooted.
Once the door opened, Malia stepped in and was followed by Kira and Lydia.
Peter turned in his cell, the bags dark under his eyes and his skin pale. "I see you've brought the whole Scooby-Doo gang with you this time."
"Not everyone, but enough." Lydia shrugged. The three of them took a seat.
"Does Derek know you're here?" Peter asked Malia, stepping closer to the glass.
"We need you to explain exactly what you meant the other day." Malia ignored her father's question.
"Why are you interested now?" Peter scowled.
"Because of me." Lydia lifted her hand.
"What have you seen?"
"I haven't seen anything, but from what you've said, I don't think it's a coincidence that everything I know easily links to what you know." Lydia folded her arms and leaned on the table. "So, are you going to elaborate?"
..
"If we get caught-"
"Then I'll take the blame, Scott."
"Dude, we're messing with an FBI scene here."
"We're not messing with anything, we're just observing."
"Either way, we're not exactly playing by the rules."
"Would you just shut up for a sec'?" Stiles sighed just as they reached the outside corner of their school.
"You look first." Scott whispered.
"Of course I'll look first." Stiles rolled his eyes before peaking around the side of the wall. The outside window area of Lydia's and his classroom had been sectioned off with plastic, forensics were inside testing and agents stood outside to keep watch and get an understanding on what they were finding inside.
"What the hell?" Stiles muttered.
"What?" Scott peaked his head around, taking in the sight ahead. "What do you think they're testing for?"
"I don't know, but if your dad won't spill, then maybe my dad will."
..
"You're hearing things, aren't you."
Lydia looked from the girls to Peter while he glared at her through the glass. She shook her head with a frown.
"No voices?" Peter frowned. "No horrible feelings? No screams?"
Lydia swallowed. "Feelings. Just feelings."
"Ah." Peter nodded, turning to look at his silent cell mate. "That's exactly what he showed me."
"What did he show you?" Malia spoke up, agitated by her father's knack for dragging this out.
"The future." Peter replied. He seemed calmer since the last visit. "The end."
"What's going to happen?" Kira asked.
"It wasn't as clear as I'd wanted it to be, but an attack is happening. A new supernatural creature, perhaps."
"Just one?" Lydia raised an eyebrow.
"Oh, no." Peter chuckled. "Hundreds. Thousands."
Lydia's heart fluttered at the thought. The pack have only ever had to deal with one evil being at a time. But, thousands?
"They turned everyone. Changed them into their own. The existence of the human race is going to be wiped."
"Peter, what were they?" Malia asked.
"That I cannot tell you."
"Well can't your little third eye'd friend over there tell you?" Lydia stood up with frustration. They just wanted answers and Peter was not giving them anything that they could work with.
"You think I haven't tried?" Peter laughed. "He won't say a word. Nothing."
Lydia looked ahead of Peter and to his cell mate. She walked around the table until she was an arm stretch away from the glass. She wasn't exactly sure of how to enable her powers, but it was now or never that she could try.
She closed her eyes, placing a hand to the glass. Whoever this person was that could apparently show the future, there must be some way of getting a reaction out of him. Lydia fell into her mind, trying her best to contact him.
After a few seconds, Lydia was prepared to give up. But her state of mind was transferred to another, and when she opened her eyes she wasn't in the Echlin house, she was standing in the middle of what looked like a battlefield.
Ruins of buildings and houses were scattered around her, fires attacking trees and the ground. Smoke filled the air, and Lydia could smell death around her. The smell of flesh, the smell of dead bodies; it made her want to let out a thousand screams.
Creatures ran past her with such speed, her long curls whipped with the wind. She followed their quick moves as their legs carried them, heading towards the dark in front. Then Lydia saw them all, the humans. Before she could even scream for them to run, they were attacked, pounced on by these creatures. Bodies thrown on the floor, blood and flesh flying. It brought tears to the banshee's eyes.
She kept her eyes focused on one human. They'd been bit then left alone. She managed to count just how many seconds had passed until the human lurched up, their back breaking as they screamed out. Eighteen seconds, Lydia kept in the back of her mind. She watched the human transform. First it was their skin, becoming paler and paler by the second. Then it was their eyes; their pupils dilated and a film of white coated over them. Their lips turned purple, purple and blue and when their disturbing eyes latched onto Lydia, she knew that she needed to leave. The transformed creature screamed and began to run towards her, running and running until it was just a few meters away and no matter how much Lydia begged, it wouldn't disappear. She caught a glimpse it its sharp, blood covered teeth, ready to bite into her skin just before she let out a piercing scream that would deafen every living thing in a three mile radius.
Lydia opened her eyes and she was face to face with Peter. Realising she was still screaming, she pushed away from the glass with her hands before feeling the table against her back. She let out a gasp before Kira and Malia were by her side.
"Lydia, are you okay?" Kira asked with wide eyes, taking note of the beads of sweat dripping down Lydia's face.
Lydia eventually slowed down her gasps for air before glaring at the mute cell mate of Peter's.
"What did you see?" Malia asked.
"The creatures..." Lydia whispered, her eyes darting around the room just to be sure she was brought back into reality.
"Did you recognise them? Are they something the pack's dealt with before?" Malia frowned with concern.
Lydia was quick to shake her head. Her hands were still shaking and the vision of the creature running towards wouldn't leave her mind.
"They...they looked like-" Lydia cut herself short. Was she really about to say this? She hoped her friends wouldn't think she was nuts, but with the amount of supernatural creatures they'd dealt with, this observation wouldn't be classed as crazy.
"They looked like zombies."