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Chapter 4 – Strange Revelations

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Beacon Hills, California

October 2012

Ethan and Aiden were stalking around the darkened buildings of the ironworks, searching for anything out of the ordinary.

"I don't even know why we're doing this," Aiden muttered. "It's not our problem."

"No, but it is Scott's problem," Ethan retorted. "And if we ever want him to trust us enough to let us join his pack, we have to help him with this."

Just as Aiden was about to reply, a bizarre whirring sound reached the two werewolves' ears. Their heads snapped around simultaneously, homing in on the source of the noise. After a few seconds, it faded away to silence.

Aiden was the first to speak. "What the hell was that?"

Ethan's eyes narrowed. "I don't know." He started forward. "Come on."

The twins crept through the shadows, trying to remain as unobtrusive as possible, until they reached the edge of the ironworks. Peering out from around the corner of the building, Ethan's eyes widened in surprise.

A large blue box, taller than a man, stood next to the street, on the other side of a small parking lot behind the ironworks. It had a lit lamp attached to the top, under which were emblazoned the words POLICE PUBLIC CALL BOX in glowing white letters. Standing next to it was a young man in a dark gray coat and black pants, and a young woman, wearing a blue dress with white spots, black pants and a blue jacket. They appeared to be in the middle of an argument; as he concentrated, Ethan could hear some of their conversation.

"…the hell did you land us, anyway?"

"How should I know?"

"You should know, because this trip was your idea!"

"Why are you acting like this is my fault?"

"Because you were flying the ship!"

Ethan frowned. Ship? What ship?

Everything about these people – except for the conversation they were having, of course – was ordinary. But the fact that they were there to begin with seemed… wrong, somehow, to Ethan.

Ethan glanced to Aiden in puzzlement. "Is that thing a phone booth or something?" he muttered.

Aiden shrugged, obviously having no more of a clue than his brother did about these people. "Who cares?"

And then it clicked. That was why it seemed weird that these people were here.

"I care," Ethan said grimly, "because when we came through this exact spot about ten minutes ago, they weren't here. And neither was that thing." He pointed to the phone booth.

Aiden's eyes widened in confusion, then surprise. "You're right, they weren't."

Just then, a strong breeze ruffled the twins' hair, sending dead leaves tumbling across the parking lot. And a whiff of the couple's scent reached their noses.

The girl's scent – Ethan assumed it was the girl, anyway, since it smelled like roses and perfume – was definitely human, although there was an odd tinge to it.

The man, on the other hand, was… strange. His scent was bizarre, oddly flavored with traces of a thousand different things. It just smelled… unnatural, somehow. But the most bizarre thing was the sound of his heartbeat.

Normal human heartbeats, Ethan had found, were in a constant rhythm; Beat. Beat. Beat. But this man's was totally unfamiliar, as if his heart was echoing after each beat; Beat-beat. Beat-beat. Beat-beat.

It was almost as if he had more than one heart… but that wasn't possible.

Still, though, the man's aura was so obviously inhuman that Ethan realized that he was reacting instinctively, and had to consciously restrain the primal aggression within him as his inner wolf snarled in anger, pushing at his teeth and claws, trying to extend them.

Aiden, for his part, didn't have as much control. His claws extended, his eyes glowed blue, and he started towards the two people on the sidewalk.

"No!" Ethan hissed, grabbing Aiden's left shoulder and halting him, as he snatched his cell phone out of his pocket and dialed Scott's number.

Scott picked up after the first ring. "Hello?" he asked.

"Scott?" Ethan called. "It's Ethan. We're by the entrance to the ironworks." He looked back at the two people standing beside the blue phone box. "I think you should see this. We may have a problem."

"Okay, we'll be there in a minute. What's going on?"

"There's a–" Ethan started.

"Screw it," Aiden growled, shaking off Ethan's grip on his shoulder. "I'm dealing with this."

"No, Aiden, wait!" Ethan snapped, but Aiden ignored him. He let out a snarl, baring his fangs, and charged.

Ethan cursed. "Scott, I need you to get over here right now!" He hung up the phone and took off running after Aiden.

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As Scott and Chris continued to look around the empty parking structure, searching for any sign of Stiles and Isaac, Scott's phone rang. He hastily pulled it out of his pocket and answered it. "Hello?"

"Scott?" a male voice called over the phone. "It's Ethan. We're by the entrance to the ironworks." He paused for a second. "I think you should see this. We may have a problem."

"Okay, we'll be there in a second," Scott said, motioning to Chris. "What's going on?"

"There's a–" Ethan began.

"Screw it," another voice – Aiden, Scott could tell – interrupted. He wasn't speaking into the phone, but Scott could still hear him. "I'm dealing with this."

"No, Aiden, wait!" Ethan snapped, but Aiden clearly wasn't listening. Scott heard a snarl, and Ethan snapped, "Scott, I need you to get over here right now!"

"Ethan, what's going on?!" Scott yelled.

The phone connection, unfortunately, chose that moment to cut off.

Scott whirled to Chris. "They're at the ironworks, and they said they found something."

"That's only a few blocks from here," Chris realized. "Come on!" He and Scott took off at a run, sprinting out of the parking structure and down the street towards the ironworks.

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When Scott and Chris arrived, what they found was not what they had been expecting at all.

Ethan was grappling with Aiden, pinning both of the other twin's arms behind his back. Aiden was fully wolfed out, his eyes glowing blue and his fangs bared in a snarl as he tried to lunge towards a young man in a dark gray coat, who was sprawled, apparently unconscious, on the ground next to what looked like a large blue phone booth. A young woman with curly dark hair was crouched next to the man, trying to help him.

"Aiden, calm down!" Ethan yelled, trying to keep his brother restrained. Aiden refused to listen, continuing to struggle against his hold.

"Stop it!" Scott roared, his eyes blazing red as he snarled into Aiden's face. The Beta's eyes widened in shock and he shrank back, reverting to his normal appearance.

After a few seconds, Ethan released Aiden and stood up, stepping back.

"What the hell was that?" Scott asked, glaring at Aiden.

"He's not human," Aiden spat, his eyes flickering blue again.

Scott's eyes widened, and he looked over to the man, who was starting to wake up. The girl with him was looking up at the group, her eyes wide in surprise and alarm.

"What do you mean?" Scott asked.

"His scent," Ethan answered, his face serious.

Scott inhaled deeply, and his eyes widened immediately in surprise. "What… is that?"

"Like I said, he's not human," Aiden growled. "And considering that there's some kind of supernatural creature running around murdering people…" He trailed off meaningfully.

Chris's eyes narrowed, locking on the fallen man. "You think he's…"

"No," Scott said, shaking his head. "It's not him. His scent isn't human, but whatever's been taking people doesn't have any scent at all. It never leaves any physical traces. So whatever it is, he's not the one we're looking for."

"Well, that doesn't mean he's not a potential threat," Chris pointed out.

"So let's ask him," Scott said simply.

A groan drew their attention to the young man on the ground, who was now waking up. "Ow, my head!" he muttered, rubbing at his head as he got to his feet. "Do you people always bash new visitors on the head when they introduce themselves?" His voice was accented, most likely British.

"Sorry about that," Scott replied sheepishly, glaring over at Aiden. "If you don't mind me asking… who are you?"

The man didn't answer for a moment; he appeared to be thinking about something. "If you'd just hang on a tick, please…" For some reason, he licked the tip of one of his index fingers, then held it up in the air. "All right… planet Earth, early 21st century… probably America, considering your accents…"

"Who are you?" Aiden demanded, his eyes flashing blue as he growled. The girl shrank back, and Scott flashed a warning glare to Aiden, but the British man suddenly seemed delighted. His eyes widened in surprise, and he smiled widely, snapping his fingers. "Werewolves!" he cried. "Now it makes sense!"

Scott's eyes widened in shock. "I… uh… I'm sorry, what? You know about…"

"Werewolves?" the man said casually. "Well, yeah, obviously. Killed one once. Well, that wasn't technically a werewolf, so much as an alien possessing a human host to turn it into a werewolf, but…" He trailed off. "Not important right now. Anyway." He glanced around, smiling. "Could any of you people tell me where we are, exactly? And when?"

Scott's mouth had been hanging open as he stared at the man in total disbelief. "I… uh…" Chris, Ethan and Aiden weren't any better; none of them could take their eyes off of the man.

The dark-haired girl who was with the man didn't have the same problem. "Wait, what? They're werewolves? Okay, where in the hell did you land us?!"

"How should I know?" the man replied. "It's not like they put exit ramps with labels on them in the Vortex! I had to make my best guess!"

Scott frowned. The Vortex? What was this guy talking about?

"All right, enough," he interrupted, causing both arguing people to turn to face him. "Now, I need to know. Who are you, and why are you here?"

The man glanced to his companion, then grinned cheerfully. He turned to face Scott and straightened, adjusting his bowtie.

"Well, I really can't say how we got here; this sort of thing happens to us a lot, popping into places randomly. Odd, though, usually there'd be aliens or something by now – ah, well, at least there're werewolves instead. Love a werewolf, especially when they're not trying to kill us."

"Don't mind him," the young woman said with a chuckle. "He does this all of the time; you get used to it. He's generally harmless, as long as you're a nice sort and don't go around hurting or killing other people." Smiling at Scott in a friendly way, she continued, "Sorry if this seems a bit forward, but… who are you, exactly?"

Scott couldn't help but feel at least a little reassured by the girl's words; plus, her scent, unlike that of the man, was almost completely ordinary, definitely human. He held out a hand and shook hers, smiling faintly. "My name's Scott."

She smiled back. "I'm Clara."

Abruptly, Chris's phone rang. He took it out, glanced at the screen, and answered it. "Allison?"

Scott's eyes widened, and he turned to face Chris. "What's she saying? Did she and Lydia find anything?"

"Find what?" Clara asked curiously. "What're you guys looking for? If you don't mind my asking."

Scott sighed. Screw it, they're obviously not hostile or dangerous. Might as well clue them in. "Something in this town has been taking people. They aren't found dead, or anything like that; they just vanish, without a trace, and no one can find them. The Sheriff's department has no experience with this sort of thing, so we decided to see if we could find whatever's out there. Only…" He froze, remembering Stiles and Isaac for the first time since he'd arrived on the scene.

The twins turned to face him. "Only what?" Ethan asked. "Is something wrong?"

Scott was about to answer, when he was distracted by the sound of Chris saying, "You found what?" in a surprised tone of voice. Taking his cell phone away from his ear, he tapped a button, switching it to speaker mode.

Allison's voice echoed from the phone. "Yeah, I'm serious. A statue. Right in the middle of the school's parking lot. We have no idea what's going on, but Lydia says she feels something… weird about it."

"And you said it's a statue?" Scott asked skeptically.

"Yeah. But the weird part is, it's not a normal human statue. It has wings." She paused for a moment, then continued, "So I guess it looks like… an angel."

Unexpectedly, the man in the gray coat rushed forward, his eyes wide. "Did you say it was an angel statue?" he asked urgently.

"Yeah, an angel statue. We're both standing in front of it right now, in the main parking lot at school." Allison paused for a second. "Wait, what? Scott, who else is there?"

Not wasting time on pleasantries, the man in the gray coat grabbed Scott by the arm and leaned in towards the phone. "Listen to me… Allison, is it? You and your friend are in very serious danger right now. We'll be there in a minute, but until we get there, keep looking at the angel. Understand? Don't look away, don't even blink."

Allison, understandably, seemed confused. "What? Why?"

The man's eyes narrowed, his voice deadly serious. "Because that thing isn't really a statue; it's the thing you're looking for, the creature that's been taking people. And if you take your eyes off of it for a split second, it will kill you."

Scott, Chris, Ethan and Aiden all stared wide-eyed at the man, who ignored their questioning gazes. "Where's the school from here?" he asked anxiously.

"About half a mile that way," Ethan answered, pointing down the street

"Then let's go!" the man called, taking some kind of metal tube out of his pocket. He pointed it at the blue phone booth, and a green light lit up on one end as he passed the tube over the front doors. Satisfied, he replaced the device in his pocket and turned to the others. "Come on; we need to get to your friends out of there now!"

"Then why did you wait to lock the–" Ethan started to ask.

"No time to explain! Run!"

Without another word, Scott, Chris, the twins, and Clara hurried after the man, and they took off down the sidewalk.

"What's your name?" Scott called as he caught up to the man. "I'm Scott, Scott McCall."

The man glanced over at him as they ran. Despite the urgency of the situation, he was still able to smile. "Pleased to meet you, Scott McCall. I'm the Doctor."

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Beacon Hills, California

With a crackle of electricity and the smell of ozone, Stiles staggered, nearly falling. His head whipped around wildly, scanning every corner of the room. The last thing he remembered was feeling that cold hand touch the back of his neck, then a flash of blue light… and now, suddenly, all of the lights in the parking structure were back on, and the angel statue – or whatever the hell it was – had vanished.

Stiles leaned against the wall, breathing deeply, trying to figure out what had just happened. His head ached, his throat was dry, and his stomach was pained.

And then there was another flash of blue light a few feet away.

Stiles whirled around so fast that he slipped and fell flat on his ass; he was fairly sure that was going to bruise.

Isaac, who was suddenly standing in the middle of the room, let out a brief, abbreviated scream, before he abruptly cut off and looked around in astonishment, stumbling and nearly falling. Then he saw Stiles, and relief surged into his face. "Oh, thank god!" he said. "I thought that thing took you!"

"The creepy stone angel thing?" Stiles asked.

Isaac nodded, his face suggesting he didn't find it amusing in the least. "Yeah. That." Then his eyes narrowed. "Wait a minute… I didn't see you in here when I came up that ramp a minute ago, when the lights were still off. I can see in the dark, and I checked this whole room, but all I saw was your phone. I called Scott, and then that thing grabbed my shoulder. I got a glimpse of it, and then…"

"A flash of blue light, and a feeling like you just rolled down a hill inside a barrel?" Stiles offered with a grunt. "Because that's basically what happened to me."

Isaac looked at him, and nodded. "Yeah, exactly. But, anyway… how did I not see you before, I mean, the lights were off, yeah, but still…"

Stiles frowned. "No, they weren't. The lights turned back on right after that thing grabbed me, which was about a minute ago. But you didn't show up until a few seconds ago."

They exchanged looks, trying to come up with some idea for how to make sense of this.

After a moment, Isaac shrugged. "Whatever. Since that thing's gone, let's go find the others. We were all supposed to meet up at the school, right?"

Stiles nodded in agreement. "I… yeah. Yeah, the school."

Isaac turned and walked out through the exit of the parking structure, with Stiles following right behind him.

All the while, though, Stiles couldn't help the fear that something was wrong. What had those angel-things done to them? And why did he still feel so weird, even though the creature was gone and they were sage.

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When they finally arrived outside the school, Stiles pulled out his phone, which Isaac had returned to him on their way there, and dialed Scott as they walked in through the front parking lot. Unfortunately, as soon as he tried to call Scott, the call dropped. He dialed twice more, but to no success. There wasn't even a dial tone; the phone just wouldn't work.

"Damn it, how the hell are we supposed to get ahold of him if my stupid freaking phone decides now is the time to die?!" Stiles grumbled, putting his phone back in his pocket and looking around. Something didn't seem right to him about his surroundings, but he couldn't identify it. "I swear to God, if he's not answering because he's off somewhere–"

"Stiles?" Isaac said softly, looking up at the front of the school building.

"Yeah?"

"Look at this."

"Look at what?" Stiles asked, walking over to the werewolf.

"The sign," Isaac replied briefly, pointing up.

"What si–" That was all Stiles got out, because he saw the sign in question and his eyes widened to the size of pies. His mouth dropped open in disbelief, because what he was looking at was simply too much to believe.

The "sign" was actually a poster, basically just a promotional advertisement. The top half read Beacon Hills High School, which was to be expected.

The bottom half, however, was the part that Stiles and Isaac were concerned with.

Congratulations, Class of 2005!

Stiles looked over at Isaac; Isaac looked back at him, an identical expression on his face. They both looked back up at the sign, at the words Class of 2005 emblazoned in red and black paint on a large white banner.

Well. Now they knew what the angel-creature had done to them.

Stiles, of course, spoke first.

"Well, crap."

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AN: And here we are again. Sorry it's taken me so long to update, I've been in a creative slump and having some serious writer's block when it comes to updating this story. I'll have the next chapter up as soon as I can.

Shoutout to BAD1027, Rainosa and Jess2708 for reviewing, I appreciate the feedback!

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Next chapter, Stiles and Isaac encounter an unexpected surprise, while Scott, the Doctor, and their gang race to save Allison and Lydia from the Angels. Stay tuned!

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