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Song: Human by Christina Perri
Chapter 4: A broken Pack: What Does He Mean to You? Pt. 2
"What's happening!" Maria cried out to her daughter who was shaking unconsciously on the table. Collin moved to her side, ushering her to be calm, even though his eyes were wide with fear. Collins old friend Deaton was performing an old ritual known by the first emissary's that have ever lived. Deaton kept chanting words that Collin didn't understand, but he trusted Deaton to save his daughter from going back to the world that Deaton called bardow.
His Addie was not one to be scared, so he took immediate action when she ran to him crying about her nightmares when he noticed the bruises appear on her body. He wanted to protect her, and was terrified when he and Maria figured out that the cause was supernatural. Collin vowed that he would stay away from anything that was inhuman after all the trouble Deaton and Collin got themselves into. But what choice did he have if this were the only way to save his daughter, his first born child?
Deaton kept chanting and Maria's grip on Collins forearm tightening, her fingernails digging into his skin. Then it happened. It felt like a lightning bolt of energy that impacted everyone in the room. Adriana's body surged forward, her body gasping for air. The adults froze as Adriana slouched on the table, shaking a little bit. Deaton placed firm hands on her shoulders and her eyes locked with his.
"They're gone now Addie." He promised her. "They are gone."
Adriana closed her eyes and began to catch her breath. Collin and Maria ran to their daughter's side. Maria's hand grasped Adrian's, squeezing tightly letting Adriana know she was there. Collin sighed in relief and looked to his old friend hopeful.
"It's done then?" Collin pleaded to Deaton. "It's over?"
Deaton sighed deeply, catching his own breath. "It's over. Addie will no longer be able to go into the bardow state." Collins eyes closed finally as he placed his hands on his daughter who was succumbing to her sleep. Before she fell out of consciousness, she heard this last exchange between the two men.
"So she will never go back?"
"I can promise you, Addie will never go back."
…Present…..
"I…I" The bell rang, and I met Lydia's eyes that were waiting impatiently to explain myself. How do I start? Where do I start? Do I even begin? You and I are strangers but I'm here to save Stiles who is also a stranger to me but I'm going to go into a world called bardow to save him because of a debt that I owe to Deaton who is my long lost god father, let's go grab some pizza! Cause that all makes sense!
Does Lydia know about Stiles? Of course she does, why else would she be asking me? But what if she doesn't know about the supernatural part? For all I know, she could just know that Stiles is in a coma. What if I tell her about me and then accidentally exploit her to the supernatural world? A world that I barely know anything about!
"Still waiting Adriana." Lydia said, her eyes brows raised. I stumbled over words before I forced out the words.
"I-It's a lot to explain." I stammered out. Lydia sighed, collecting herself.
"Then meet me at the coaches office during, lunch. Explain to me everything then." The bell rang on cue, and I lowered my head walking quickly to my next class. I didn't dare look back, for I had a feeling she was still watching me. At least I have three more classes before I can come up with an excuse to tell her. But I had a strong feeling that she was too smart for that.
I walked into my next class late, and I blushed as everyone stared at me, more whispers filling up the room. Second period was history, third was algebra, and then fourth was physical education. Unfortunately, I came ill prepared for P.E, so I was stuck next to the teacher the entire time. I wished for the class to take forever, but I cringed when she made everyone stop playing basketball and head to the locker room…which is reluctantly right by the coach's office. Which coach was it? What sport was the coach in charge of? Are we supposed to be there?
Since I didn't have to change, I walked outside and waited for the bell to ring. I closed my eyes waiting for the piercing sound to go off when the familiar grip wrapped around my shoulder. I said nothing as she forced me into the office, closing the door quietly behind us. Her hair whipped around as my fingernails dug into my palms. Lydia crossed her arms and taped her foot. I stammered a little before speaking.
"What do you want me to tell you?"
"The truth." Lydia said shortly. "And trust me, I'll know if you're lying." I pursed my lips and shook my head not knowing where to start. My voice cracked as I spoke slowly.
"I…my god father came and found my brother and I. He came to take us in because of my parents…they…they passed away." I was shocked when Lydia's face softened, and I can tell she started to feel bad for me.
"I'm sorry." She said, and I let out a soft smile, hearing the sincerity in her tone.
"It's okay," I said relaxing a little bit. "They died about a year ago. And I refused to move in with my god father, so my little brother and I were on our own until recently."
"And your god father is?"
"Hs name is Allen." I sighed. "But most people I guess call him Deaton. You might know him, he's the town veterinarian." Lydia's eyes widened and her jaw dropped a little bit. Oh god what did I say? Does she think I'm lying? Her expression changed, but what threw me off was that she wasn't angry, she was more so curious. She leaned close to me and I gritted my teeth in response.
"What are you?"
I had to fight not to show her any reaction at all. Did she mean those words? Or does she really know about what's really going on here. Still, I acted confused just to be sure.
"What are you talking about-"
"It makes sense," Lydia breathed, shaking her head in disbelief. I followed her as she crossed past me, her back now to me. I couldn't stop my heart rate from accelerating as her words began to come out like rapid fire. "Deaton left to go get help, being overly secretive about it too. I was wondering what sort of emissary business he was off to." So she does know. Lydia turned on her heels, partially glaring, but now even more curious.
"So what are you?"
"I'm human." I said quickly. I bit my lip as Lydia was about to interject. "But…" Lydia paused waiting patiently for me to speak. Oh god. Well it's now or never. Lydia seems to know about the supernatural, I mean she said Deaton was an emissary and no one knows what the hell an emissary is if I said the word out loud. Besides, I had an overpowering sensation to trust her.
"…I'm human…but I used to…or am able to…walk through the world of bardow."
I watched cautiously as Lydia's eyes began to water up. I held my breath inwardly scolding myself, realizing that I offended her again in some way.
"Between life and death." She barely whispered. I couldn't hold back my gasp as I slowly walked towards her.
"You've been there before?" I asked slowly. Lydia nodded her head, not meeting my gaze.
"Not too long ago…with Stiles and…what did you mean by used to?"
"My parents went to Deaton to save me from that world." I breathed remembering. "He did a ritual to help me. Deaton's going to open the door again so I can go and save Stiles."
"But why can't he just do that for Stiles?" Lydia asked with a hint of anger in her voice. I put my hands up in defense.
"Stiles is in a coma." I said aloud. "My fall into bardow wasn't that severe. I was able to wake up." Lydia pursed her lips and shook her head quickly. I waited for her to say something, unsure of what she would think now. After about a good five minutes, I striked up conversation.
"Can-can you walk through that world too?" Lydia let out a soft chuckle.
"No," she mused. "But I am pretty close to it." I tilted my head in confusion, not knowing what she meant. Lydia smiled lightly as she placed her hand on my shoulder. "I can sense when death has come. I foresee it." There was a sad pang to her smile that I couldn't quite grasp, but didn't press on.
"Foresee death?"
"Yes, "Lydia sighed heavily. "I'm a banshee." I scrunched my face in confusion just a little. A banshee? I wanted to call her ridiculous, but I knew she wasn't lying. I blinked my eyes rapidly trying to process her words. Banshees are real?
"You're a banshee," I whispered making Lydia nod. "But banshees are said to be ugly creatures. And you're…not." This brought a smile to Lydia's face, and I was fully relaxed.
"Thanks." Lydia smiled. The bell rang startling both Lydia and I. I grabbed my bag hoisting it over my shoulder as Lydia knelt down and grabbed her books. I noticed that she had an archaic Latin book, surprised that she is reading a hard language.
"You will save him right?" Lydia asked. I turned to her, my stomach turning at the pained look in her eyes. It hit me so hard, that I couldn't even speak. All I could do was nod slowly. Lydia gave a sad smile and I actually took a moment to examine her. She was short, but her heels took care of that. Her long red hair was loosely curled and she wore a black dress with a black flower in her hair. She really was pretty.
I gave one last smile before turning on my heel to go to class. I was caught off guard when once again, I felt her hand grip my shoulders, spinning my body around. Her arm locked in mine as she guided me down the halls. I looked down the halls to see other students leaving too. Don't we have more hours of school left?
"All juniors are excused for the rest of school today." Lydia informed me. I scanned the parking lot as we pushed the doors open. Why were all of them leaving?
"Am I missing something?" I asked. Lydia gave a sad smile, her voice shaky as she spoke.
"It's um…there's a funeral that everyone is going to."
Lydia didn't say anything else. She just lowered her head and my heart ached as tears began to form in her eyes. Mine widened with sympathy as she went to walk past me. I reached out and softly gripped her arm to gain her attention. She looked at me, braving a strong face, something I know to well how to do.
"I'm sorry." I breathed out, earning a sad nod from Lydia. "And I'm also sorry about class today. For sitting in Stiles seat." Lydia lowered her head again, shaking in quickly. "Not Stiles' seat." She choked out. I hit a nerve, and I scolded myself inwardly for doing so.
"Aiden's."
Lydia marched away and I grimaced as one tear streamed down her cheek. I cursed to myself under my breath, pissed off that I just made Lydia upset. The poor girl is devastated and I just basically ripped her heart out. Now I really have to save Stiles.
If what she said is true, about being a banshee, then she would be able to feel when his death his coming. And by the way she is acting now, she will be utterly broken if she has to feel when another friend of hers dies. I can't let her go through that again, it's obvious she has gone through enough. I have yet to find out just how she is connected to Stiles, but I know her bond with him must be strong. And I won't let Lydia down again.
I pulled out my phone, realizing that I had three hours before Deaton would be back to pick me up. I took off to find a taxi and headed to the hospital, determined now more than ever to save Stiles.
…
After five minutes of waiting, then about a fifteen minute drive, I marched through the halls, remembering the way to Stiles room. I needed to see him again, get a better feel for what the hell I am getting myself into. What exactly that is, I have no clue. But this situation is much bigger than me and already, many people are depending on me to bring Stiles back successfully.
Deaton, Lydia, the nurse Melissa, Stiles' dad John, they all need me to save him so they can reunite. For Alec, so I can come back to him safe and not leave him alone in this world.
The elevator doors opened as I walked through halls, avoiding everybody's eyes. I turned the corner to see that Sties' room door was cracked open. At the entrance, I peaked in slowly, checking if anyone was in there. I relaxed when I saw no one was inside except for Stiles. I double checked behind me before entering the room quietly.
The air felt thick as I approached his bed. His chest rose and fell in rhythm to the beeps of the monitor. His face looked relaxed, but I cringed at the sight of his eyes scrunching tightly for a millisecond. I know exactly what he is going through. Never-ending world full of pain and fear. I noted the bruise that was on his cheek that wasn't there the last time I saw him. My jaw tightened when I saw his hands gripped the sheets every now and then as well. Trapped in bardow, unable to get out…I will save you Stiles. A complete stranger to me, but your meaning to all of the people that I met so far is overpowering. I'll bring you back to them, I promise.
"You're back."
I whipped my head around, slightly yelping in response. My hand gripped my chest when the nurse gave a reassuring smile, Melissa.
"Adriana, right?" I nodded in response, still catching my breath. Melissa gave weak smile before checking his vitals. I stepped back to let Melissa do her job, careful not to intrude. Or am I already intruding?
"What brings you back?"
"Just…getting reassurance. A sort of push to motivate me." I said cautiously. Melissa looked up from your clipboard before stepping towards me with a smile.
"Thank you." She breathed, my mouth hung open confused.
"For what? I haven't done anything yet."
"You are doing something that means so much to us. Something for complete strangers." Melissa chuckled. Her smile softened as she looked back to Stiles, taking a deep sigh. "It means a lot."
"No problem." I smiled. Melissa gave a nod before approaching Stiles one last time, running a gentle hand from his left cheek, through his hair. I exhaled softly at the scene, feeling completely sorry for their situation. Melissa coughed to compose herself, making her way back out the door. "Take as long as you need to…prepare."
So Melissa knows too?
Melissa turned on her heel and walked out of the room, clipboard in hand. The way she said prepare, she must know too about the supernatural. But how? Is she something too? Did Deaton tell her? If so how? Does Lydia know Melissa? Did Deaton tell Lydia? The whole thing is just too confusing. I walked back towards Stiles, getting more and more motivated to do what I had to. Which was what exactly? I go back to the bardow world then what? I'm not necessarily getting step by step instructions.
"What are you doing here?"
I whipped my head around at the enraged voice. My palms clenched into shaky fists, and I stood frozen as the girl stomped towards me.
"I sked you a question." She growled. Like literally growled. There was a rumble in her voice that was so subtle, yet it was terrifying.
"I-I was just seeing Stiles-"
"Who are you?"
"That depends, who might you be?" I stammered out, not wanting to piss the girl off. She was bout my height and she had light brown hair with dark brown eyes. She had on a rustic jean jacket with a green tank top underneath with black pants and brown boots. Her glare sent chills down my spine, and I am pretty sure she could kill me with just her glare.
"My name is Malia." She snapped. "Now answer the question."
"Deaton sent for me." I said quickly. "I'm here to save Stiles." Malia grimaced, as if she looked offended. I held my breath as she scanned me up and down.
"You? Save him?" She spat. "What the hell do you think you're going to do?" Does she not know what is going on? She doesn't seem like she knows who Deaton is. If she did, she would have known that he left town. I mean, John, Melissa, and Lydia knew. Why didn't she?
Suddenly, a large gasp was heard in the room and both Malia and I snapped our head towards the bed where Stiles was thrashing his body, panting in fear. His eyes were still clenched tight, and I could practically see the seams of the sheets tearing underneath Stiles' hands. I surged forward as did Malia, she cupped his face as I just reached for his hand. Melissa ran in out of nowhere and began adjusting the machine, doing something that I couldn't tell what it was.
Out of nowhere, I got this overwhelming feeling of fear in my mind, and I heard a scream echo in my mind. It sounded like a boy screaming…a teenage boy. I had a hunch it was Stiles. Why he was screaming I don't know. I the bardow world, I could never predict what would happen. Stiles' grip on my hand increased, so I clenched my eyes shut and called for Stiles. I didn't know what good it would do, I just followed my instinct.
"Stiles," I whispered. "Fight it. Don't let it hurt you anymore. Fight it."
Almost instantly, Stiles panic decreased. Eyes still shut, his body relaxed in the pillow, I exhaled loudly hearing the sound of the heart monitor go back to a normal pace. My eyes fluttered open and my eyes widened to see both Melissa and Malia just staring at me in shock.
"What did you do?" Melissa breathed bewildered. I shook my head unable to grasp what just happened myself.
"Never done that before." I stuttered. Melissa sighed, checking Stiles again, making sure he was okay. My cheeks burned when I locked eyes with Malia, I quickly retrieved my hand from Stiles, shivering as the sensation of fear disappeared as soon as I let go of Stiles. "That was powerful." I gasped aloud.
"I guess that makes sense." Melissa breathed. "That nogitsune was powerful too. It did this to Stiles maybe that could explain…whatever the hell it was that you just did."
"Maybe." I gasped.
"What the hell was that?" Malia gasped, eyeing me suspiciously. I was about to respond when surprisingly Melissa spoke first.
"I need to ask you both to leave now." Melissa said ushering us away. "Doctors will be in here any minute wondering what the hell just happened." As soon as we were outside the door, doctors brushed past my shoulders entering Stiles' room. I stumbled at bit, then recovered quickly to leave the hospital.
"Wait!" I heard Malia cry out behind me, grabbing my hand. I spun around, startled when she put a hand out in response. "What you did back there, you helped him."
"I told you that's what I came here to do." I said through gritted teeth. I was getting annoyed with Malia, pulling my hand from her grasp quickly. Malia put her hands up in defense, lowering her head.
"I'm sorry it's just…trust issues."
"Yeah well who doesn't?" I retorted. I paused when the realization hit me. I lowered my head cringing. "Don't tell me," I said hating myself. "You're his girlfriend?"
"No!" Malia said too quickly, stumbling over her words. "Well I mean…we…had a moment together and..." She sighed collecting herself. "We were locked up at the Eichen House Asylum together for a short while."
I couldn't stop my jaw from dropping and my eyes almost budging out of my sockets. There was something uneasy about her that I couldn't shake off. An asylum. Before all this mess, Stiles was in an asylum? I couldn't wrap my head around that at all.
"How romantic." I replied sarcastically. Malia shook her head again, groaning in response.
"It's a long story-"
"Great, like everything else I've heard today-"
"Please!" Malia then begged. "Whatever you can do for him, please do it. Please just bring him back."
I don't particularly like Malia, she seems too suspicious for me. But nevertheless, she wanted Stiles back just like everyone else I met so far. So he's not her boyfriend, but she said they had a moment before. But I would have thought Lydia would be, the way she kept prying me earlier about what I knew about Stiles, getting defensive about it. It's all a lot to piece together. Hopefully when I bring Stiles back, he can work this out himself.
"Okay." I sighed causing Malia to smile wide. She was going to speak when her phone went off. She hastily pulled out her phone, smile disappearing.
"What is it?" I asked, too curious to contain myself. Malia sighed, her face growing sullen.
"It's my teacher," she breathed. "He's at the funeral. I'm going to go and be emotional support for him."
Lydia mentioned the funeral earlier, she was devastated about it. It must be for the guy she mentioned earlier. And since when do teachers text their students? Malia exhaled loudly, putting her cell phone back in her purse.
"Are you going to go?" Malia asked me questionably. I shook my head slightly.
"I didn't even know the person."
"That's okay." Malia said. "I didn't know either. But I am emotional support." Malia seemed content in her words, and judging by the tone in her voice, what she was saying was true. She didn't know Aiden, but she's going there to support her…teacher? I shook off the thought and nodded slowly.
"I'll go." I said causing Malia to smile. I followed her out of the hospital, texting Deaton where I was going on my way out. I can go see Lydia and be her moral support…maybe…if she wants me to be.
"How did your teacher know Aiden?" I asked outside the hospital. Malia paused in her tracks before turning to me slowly. I tilted my head in confusion as Malia's face filled with sadness.
"Not Aiden's." She breathed. "His funeral is next week. We heading to the one everyone knows about." Malia sighed and I grew even more confused. Two people died? Whose funeral are we going to if it wasn't Aiden's. Malia's eyes filled with sorrow, not personal sorrow, but sadness none of the less.
"Allison's."
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