The next month was totally exhausting for Stiles. He trained with Arya, Quinn and Cedric almost every hour of his weekends. While he learned new fighting techniques with Arya and Quinn, learning to use different kinds of swords, Cedric made him try a lot of different things. Starting with creating fire and moving things to creating electricity and lightnings.

During week days he focused on school and research. More bodies appeared; the victims randomly picked at random locations. Six more bodies were found but only two of them had been killed by vampires. The other one´s had completely different wounds, making it easy to guess that another demon had done the job.

Stiles and his father worked together on the cases, trying to figure out what was happening but they hadn´t had any luck yet. Cedric and all the representatives of the brotherhood also tried to help but they were as lost as Stiles.

In fact, their problems were far bigger. The demons were getting out of control, increasing incredibly their numbers. Despite all the creatures that had been killed the night of the attack, the patrols that guarded the woods had to be doubled.

No one said anything to Stiles, but he heard the members whispering, scared and unsure of what would happen. Cedric had said nothing like this had ever happened before. There had to be a person involved, that this couldn´t be doing of the demons alone. Someone was helping them.

Stiles trained as hard as he could, motivated by the desire to help the members and stop the demons from killing innocent people. He noticed how some members looked at him. Not as distant as they had treated him the first days but there still was something that made them uncomfortable in his presence. And though Stiles really wanted to know what it was, no one would tell him.

Another thing he had been busy doing, was running away from the pack. For a reason unknown to him, they had started to look for him. Apparently, Scott wanted to talk to him. But it wasn´t to apologize, Stiles knew that. He had heard the werewolf himself, they wouldn´t welcome Stiles again. The alpha just wanted to make sure he wasn´t doing anything stupid.

Stiles knew that he wasn´t useless. Scott and the pack had misjudged him and his abilities. Now, after having found somewhere he really belonged to, Stiles started feeling better with himself. His head was not emptied from doubts and guilt but they became easier to ignore.

But for some reason, he couldn´t imagine talking to the pack. Each time he thought about it, his palms started to sweat and his heart to speed up. He was scared to talk to them. And he didn´t really know why. It just made him feel unease, uncomfortable. Looking them in the eye, knowing he was valueless for them.

That´s why he spent a lot of time hiding from them. After the second week, Scott started to give in, realizing that Stiles had no interest in talking to him. The pack started to leave him alone again, giving up on a conversation with him. But Stiles sometimes saw them, standing in the shadows, observing him.

In spite of all of this, Stiles started to feel alive again. Loneliness and tiredness almost disappearing from his life. Between training, research and school time seemed to fly.

But one Friday night, soon after school, Stiles got a call from Arya, inviting him to a pizza place in the shopping centre. Stiles frowned at this unusual behaviour, a little sceptical. Finally, he shook his head. He deserved a break, a little peace after so much training. One evening out with his friends wouldn´t harm him. He wrote a crappy note for his dad, telling him he had left spaghetti in the fridge and that he´d come home early before taking his jacket and heading towards the shopping centre.

Teen Wolf

"You´re saying I´ll need go through a passing ceremony?" asked Stiles incredulous "Like Alex in Madagascar 2?"

Quinn rolled his eyes "No, you have to go through two ceremonies. You´re a master and a mage, remember?"

Stiles ignored his comment and turned his head to Arya "You´re saying I´ll have to go through a ceremony?" he repeated, pretending Quinn hadn´t spoken "Like Alex in Madagascar 2?"

Arya laughed "Yes, you´ll even have to paint your face with tribal colours"

Stiles´ eyes widened "If you are trying to fool me, I swear I´ll…"

Quinn sighed and crossed his arms "If you hadn´t ignored me, I would have explained everything without fooling you"

"So, it´s a joke?" Stiles asked, not giving in.

Arya smiled at him and leaned back on her chair "Of course it is!" she said "It´s not even a real ceremony! You´ll just have to fight Marissa and defeat her. It´s just to make you an official member"

"Why is it that you tell me this now?" asked Stiles "You couldn´t have told me like weeks ago when I started training? Wait, I get it. You had to take the one moment I had allowed myself to relax. You had to ruin it, I get it"

Quinn took a bite from his pizza "Why do you think we came here?" he asked after swallowing "My father hates to spend money. We used this news as an excuse to get out of the barracks"

"You live without spending any money?" Stiles asked.

Arya raised her eyebrows "Stiles, we live in the middle of the forest and have almost no contact to the outside world, how can that surprise you?"

"You´re right, I forgot you´re hippies"

Quinn took a deep breath "How many times do I have to tell you? A hi…"

Arya put her bottle of water on the table "Listen Stiles, it´s no big deal. You just have to kick her butt"

"Yes and she won´t kick my butt, right?" replied Stiles "I mean, Marissa has been training her whole life and I started to train like what? A month ago? A month and a half? I´ll totally win"

Arya looked him in the eye "I know you can do it" she said "And when you´re through with it, you´ll get a pretty uniform and your own sword. See? No down side"

Stiles sighed, he didn´t like the idea of fighting someone to be officially named master or mage. He felt it would be like a being circus bear, just entertainment for others.

Arya noticed his silence "We´ve still got time to train" she said "Cedric just wanted us to tell you now to give you enough time to prepare"

Quinn smiled at him "Don´t let that ruin our day" he added "We´ve got fun things to do today"

"Please, don´t say train" asked Stiles "We´ve been training every weekend. I´m not going to give my Friday up"

"No, but we have to get some things to train" said Arya enthusiastically "You can handle swords pretty well by now. I think it´s time to take the next step; Half-swording!"

Stiles faked a knowing nod "Of course, half-swording, I knew it!"

Quinn glanced at him "You have no idea what half-swording is, do you?"

"What gave you that idea?"

Arya took a deep breath "It´s a technique used when facing someone who is fully armed" she explained "In such a case, you have to attack the gaps in their armour. But you have to be extremely precise. Holding the sword by the hilt is too… let´s say not precise. That´s why you grab the end of the blade with your left hand and use only the point of the sword to attack"

"Again; what?"

Arya sighed "We have to get you leather gloves" she said "Else, you´ll cut the palm of your hand while we practise"

Teen Wolf

"What about this one?" asked Lydia, looking at the mirror in the changing room "Do you think that´s my colour?"

Malia rolled her eyes, sitting on the chair next to the mirror and eating chips "Lydia, all the dresses you´ve tried on look good. Can you please choose one?"

Kira, sitting on the floor next to Malia, looked at Lydia "I liked the second one better"

"That´s why I liked being a coyote" said Malia to herself "No clothes to worry about"

Lydia rolled her eyes, going again into the cabin "That´s something you still have to learn; how to dress properly"

Malia looked down at her ripped jeans and her leather jacket. She liked her clothes, dresses were not practical to wear. Especially not for a werecoyote.

Suddenly, someone screamed outside of the shop. Malia automatically got on her feet and strode to the exit of the dressing room, quickly followed by Kira. They found a complete chaos. People were running out of the shop, some of them even screaming.

Lydia quickly came at their side, now dressed with her normal clothes. The three girls watched the scene in front of them, paralyzed for a moment. Finally, Kira grabbed the arm of one blonde woman and stopped her from running, pulling her aside from the stream of people. The woman looked at her with eyes full of panic.

"What´s happening?" asked the kitsune.

The woman shook her head "It´s a terrorist attack!" she shouted "People started shouting and now there was an explosion! We´ve got to run!"

And with those words, she shook out of Kira´s grip and kept running. Malia looked at Lydia "You think it´s a terrorist attack?"

Lydia shook her head "In this town?" she asked "Of course not, there´s something more"

"Let´s go" said Kira, who had already removed her belt and turned it into a sword.

But when they got out of the shop, they found something they hadn´t expected. There were only few people left, running towards the exit. The halls were full of dust, making it impossible to see further than a few metres away.

But that was no issue for Malia and her enhanced senses. Her eyes widened as she noticed that the right side of the mall didn´t exist anymore. There were only debris and shrub left. Someone had blown that part up.

Teen Wolf

Stiles was waiting in line to pay for some black leather gloves when he suddenly found himself flying off his feet by an immense force. Everything around him turned grey, making it impossible to distinguish anything around him.

His back fell hard against the floor, pain exploding in his body while black dots blurred his vision. Slowly, he started to perceive the world around him again. People were screaming and running.

Ignoring the pain, Stiles got on his feet, looking around and trying to find out what had happened. People ran by his sides, pushing him, eager to get out.

Suddenly, Stiles´ eyes widened. There was no ceiling above him. He was standing in ruins. Someone had blown the shopping centre up.

Stiles knew he wouldn´t find answers just by observing things. He would just see chaos, panic and debris. He had to resort to unusual methods. He didn´t need to close his eyes anymore. After practising week after week, he was able to reach the magic dimension in seconds.

Once he found himself again in the alternate magic dimension, he felt how bad the damage was. One entire half of the shopping centre was destroyed, the other intact. People were running all around, looking for exits and ways to save their lives. Fortunately, he didn´t feel anyone buried beneath the ruins.

Something he had never felt before caught Stiles´ attention. It was a figure, not human, flying in the air, observing the chaos beneath it. It seemed to come form that dimension, only projecting a small part of itself in the normal world.

Stiles felt one familiar person coming towards him. He cut his union with the magic and looked around, expecting to see her by his side every minute.

In seconds, Arya appeared out of the dust, running towards him. She stopped only when she was standing right in front of him.

"Hurt?" she asked, breathing heavily.

Stiles shook his head "No time for that" he answered "What the hell is happening?"

"No idea" she replied "But it isn´t anything good"

Arya leaned down and pulled one thing out of each of her boots. Long, shiny objects. Daggers.

She handed one over to Stiles "It´s not a sword but it´ll do the job"

Stiles looked at the dagger for one second, not helping to ask himself why she had two daggers hidden in her boots. But there was no time for that. They had to find Quinn and see what was going on. He closed his hand around the hilt and slid it between his belt and his trousers, ready to be pulled out in seconds.

Arya did the same "We need to find Quinn" she said "Once, we find him, we can look for the attacker. I´m sure it´s a demon"

A scream echoed through the air. It was easy to identify. It belonged to a boy. Then, soon after, Stiles heard something howl threateningly. In a matter of seconds, it turned into a hiss.

Arya took his hand and started to run towards the scream. Stiles ran by her side, jumping over rocks and fallen furniture. He didn´t let go of Ninja Girl´s hand, knowing that if he did, they would lose each other in the chaos. Less people remained here, most of them had already managed to leave the building. Nonetheless, there were still a few people, looking for friends or relatives, running in circles.

A sound became louder after each step. Stiles was sure it was someone crying. And soon he found out who it was.

A boy, not older than nine years, was sitting on the ground, his face covered by dirt. His eyes were wide and set on something to his left. Stiles turned his head, trying to figure out what made the child go into such a state.

It was Quinn.

Quinn fighting a flying, bird-like woman. It was a demon; Stiles knew it the moment he saw it. With the head of a woman, a feather-covered human chest and two enormous red wings, the thing tried to defend itself against Quinn´s dagger.

Arya quickly ran over to help Quinn, attacking bird-woman from the back. Stiles was already making a step forward to help them when he noticed something out of the corner of his eye.

Another bird-woman, a blue one, was getting near to the boy threateningly. Stiles knew the look in her eyes, it was just like the vampire had looked at him that night so long ago. That creature was going to kill the boy.

Stiles did the first thing that came into his mind. After so many weeks of training, his gifts had already become part of his instincts. Something he used without having to focus.

Stiles raised his arm and let a wave of magic out. It passed dimensions quickly and flew towards the blue bird-woman. In seconds, she was flying in the air, kicking and waving her arms, trying to regain control over her body. But Stiles´ magic had pushed her hard enough. She would keep flying in the direction he had sent her for at least a few seconds.

Without losing one more moment, Stiles ran over to the boy as fast as he could. He was looking at him wide-eyed. His eyes jumping from Stiles´ hand to his face.

After getting to his side, Stiles pulled the boy back to his feet. "Run!" he commanded "Run somewhere safe, we´ll take care of them"

But the boy didn´t move, he kept looking at Stiles "Are you some kind of alien?"

Stiles sighed frustrated. He had to go join Arya and Quinn but he couldn´t leave the boy standing alone where the demons could target him easily.

"No, I´m human" answered Stiles impatiently "Look, you need to go away! I have to go help…"

He was cut off by a sudden, immense pain in his upper-back. Something sharp slashed through his t-shirt, cutting his skin, leaving deep gashes behind. Stiles hissed in pain and turned around. Another bird-woman was standing behind him. Her hand still raised with bloodied claws. Stiles´ blood.

"Where´s my sister, master?" asked the green bird "You thought by getting rid of her, I wouldn´t attack you?"

Stiles extended his arm to his side, pushing the boy behind him. Both stumbled backwards as the demon got nearer.

Every movement caused a wave of pain in Stiles´ body, but he forced himself to stay upright, to not let his legs crumble beneath him. He pulled the dagger out of his belt. Energy started to course through his veins, giving him strength and speed. Stiles felt again how his senses got sharper. His entire body yelled at him to attack the bird-woman.

Stiles decided to use the one moment of strength he had left and jumped forward as fast as he could, raising his dagger, attacking. The demon parried his blow with the claws of one hand and tried to reach Stiles´stomach with the other hand. But Stiles had foreseen it and quickly jumped back, getting out of her range.

The bird looked at him for a moment before faking an attack to his chest and suddenly changing the direction of her claws, aiming for Stiles´ leg. Stiles had almost no time to react, he raised his dagger and drew a horizontal arch, forcing her to make a step backwards.

This time Stiles didn´t give her time to react, as quickly as possible, he threw the dagger, aiming for and hitting her chest. The creature stumbled back, her feathered hands closing around the hilt.

"That was awesome!" said the boy behind Stiles "You sure you´re not an alien? Like superman?"

Stiles was about to turn around and tell the boy to run for his life and forget about the damn aliens when he heard something metallic rebounding on the floor. Quickly, he looked down. His dagger.

His eyes wondered back up. The bird-woman was still standing there, blood dripping from a hole in her chest. She noticed Stiles surprise "You, foolish master!" she laughed "You have to be touching the thing to kill me, it doesn´t reach my dimension otherwise!"

Stiles made a step backwards, trying to think hard about what to do. The moment the dagger had left his hands, the energy had started to vanish, leaving him again enduring the pain of his hurt back with almost no strengh.

He made a step back only to hit something small behind him. Stiles looked back. It was the boy. Why hadn´t he moved back with him? One look at the panicked eyes of the boy gave him the answer. Standing further behind him stood the blue bird-woman, with an evil smile on her face. They were cornered, having nowhere to go.

"Nowhere to run, little fool" sang the blue bird "Do you want it quick or slow and painful?"

The boy next to Stiles started to shake and tears to stream down his face. Stiles turned 90 degrees to his right and raised his arms; each palm facing a demon.

He sighed "Last time I tried this I put Cedric´s cloak on fire" he mumbled to himself "But I guess I have no other choice"

He focused hard and tried to push his fear back. Just enough to reach his magic. It was harder with the pain there, distracting him, but soon he felt the currents of energy around him. Trying to stay calm, Stiles´ tried to form the energy into something new. Something fast and bright. Something incredibly tiny and incredibly dangerous.

Finally, he felt the energy breaking into his world, following his orders. In that moment two lightnings flew out of his hands. One from each palm and each hitting one bird-woman. Both looked shocked for a moment, before falling to their knees and disappearing.

Something shrieked behind Stiles "It´s him!" shouted another bird-woman "We found him! Let´s get him!"

It pointed towards Stiles enthusiastically. But nothing happened. After noticing no reaction from her sisters, the bird-woman looked around her. She was the only one left. Quinn and Arya had killed another two. The creature snarled and looked at Stiles "This isn´t over! I´ll come back for you!"

The woman flew away, her wings carrying her through the winds. Stiles looked after her, wanting to know what she had meant. This wasn´t the first time someone said something like that. There was something he didn´t know about this…

He felt a hand on his shoulder, forcing him to turn around. Quinn looked at him, his eyes wide "What the hell happened to you?" he asked "What happened to your back?"

"It was a bird-woman. She was trying to attack a boy" he answered "It´s nothing"

"Stiles, that´s not nothing" Quinn replied "You have to get that treated, now"

Arya suddenly appeared by Quinn´s side, her dagger in her hand "I think we´ve cleared the area but I bet there are still…"

She was interrupted by a police siren, coming from far away. She looked at Quinn and Stiles with wide eyes "Shit!" she cursed "We have to get out of here"

"And let them see us running away?" he asked "That´s too risky. We have to hide"

Quinn and Arya looked at him, surprised for a moment. Stiles had plenty of experience with cops, he knew exactly what to do. But they hardly left the woods. The outside world was an unexplored haven for them.

Quinn nodded slowly "You´re right" he said "But first…"

He bent down and started to look for something below the shrub. Stiles and Arya watched silently, having no idea what he was doing. Finally, Quinn found what he was looking for. He held a red scarf and a black winter-jacket in his hands. He plucked the labels and threw them aside. Finally, he gave Arya the jacket and unfolded the scarf.

"We have to improvise a bandage" he explained, making a step towards Stiles "I don´t know how bad the wound is but it has to stop bleeding"

Arya´s eyes widened "You got hurt?" she asked Stiles.

Quinn started to wrap the scarf around Stiles´ chest and back, applying pressure to make sure it was tight enough to stop the bleeding. Stiles closed his eyes, trying to escape the pain this caused. He bit his lower lip until Quinn finally finished. The boy made a knot with the ends and took a step back. He took the jacket from Arya´s hands and helped Stiles to put it on.

Although Stiles would never admit it, he was glad Quinn helped him. He wasn´t entirely sure if he would have managed to do it alone. His back hurt quite a lot.

After the job was done, Quinn stepped back and looked at Arya and then at Stiles "Now we can hide"

Teen Wolf

Malia got at the edge of the shrub almost at the same time the police did. She halted and looked at the fallen ceilings and walls, searching for a hint to what had happened. But there was no one in sight. She sniffed the air but there was too much dust, making it impossible to get any clear scent.

Suddenly a green-dressed person appeared at her side. Malia spun around, ready to attack. But after seeing the familiar face, she sighed relieved.

It was Jordan Parrish.

"Did you see what happened?" he asked. His gun laid in his hands, lowered but ready to be used quickly nonetheless.

"No, just heard screams" answered Malia, shaking her head "I was on the other side of the mall"

"You think it has something to do with…?"

"Yes" replied Malia without needing to hear the end of the sentence "The murders and then this? Definitely not human"

Kira and then Lydia joined them, both breathing heavily. Running had been no problem for Malia but Kira and Lydia didn´t have her speed. Looking around, Malia noticed that there were a lot of cops walking through the shrub, looking for people beneath them or the person who had caused it.

Out of a sudden a small figure came running towards them, waving his hands above his head to get the attention of the policemen. Malia narrowed her eyes. It was a boy.

A dark-haired policemen ran over to the little boy. Malia expected to see the boy shaking and crying, calling for his mum.

But that was completely not the case.

The boy was talking quickly to the cop, pointing behind him repetitively. After taking a quick look at her friends, Malia noticed that they, too, were astonished by the kid´s behaviour.

"What is he saying?" asked Parrish, glancing at Malia.

The werecoyote did not reply but she focused on her hearing, trying to make out what the boy was so excited about.

"…then there came this… this… teen. He raised his hand and then… BUM… the monster was thrown back! It flew meters back! And, and, and then! I asked the superhuman boy if he was an alien, because… well, he has to be an alien, right? He had superpowers! But another monster, also a bird, attacked him! He got hurt and… and I saw the blood but he… He didn´t care about it! He turned around and pulled a mini-sword out of his belt! He moved like a Jedi! The thing attacked and then he attacked and then the thing attacked again! And then he threw his mini-sword! It hit the thing right in the chest, like in movies! But it didn´t die and he had nothing to defend us with! Then another bird-woman appeared behind us! I thought we were going to die! But… but then…, and that´s the best part! Lightnings came out of his hands, like whash! And then they disappeared like whush! Oh, oh, oh and then another bird wanted to attack him! But it ran away, frightened by his mighty power! It was awesome! We have a new superhero in town! A real one! And then…!"

The sheriff quickly ran over to the boy, he had apparently been listening. He rested his hand on the black-haired man´s shoulder who was completely speechless. He had tried to stop the kid from talking during his speech, but the boy just kept talking. Now after seeing the sheriff´s arrival the boy shut up and looked up at both of the men.

"I got this" said the sheriff to his colleague "Go with Parsons and look for trapped people"

The black-haired man nodded and quickly started to walk away, not needing more motivation to leave the crazy kid.

The sheriff squatted down and placed one of his hands on the boy´s shoulder.

The boy looked at his feet "You don´t believe me, do you?" he asked sad "I swear, he was there… he was…"

The sheriff shook his head "I believe you" he answered "Now, why don´t you tell me what happened next?"

"Another superhero came, the one from the beginning and… and then a superwoman also came. They had all mini-swords. And then they wanted to go away but they heard the police coming and they said: Oh, we have to hide! And I don´t know where they are. But… but if you find them, you have to believe me, they´re the good guys! The bad guys already left! I can´t understand why they don´t want to be seen, I mean, they saved me! They deserve credit, they deserve to be honoured like Superman or Batman!"

The sheriff smiled at the boy "I´ll tell you a secret, little one" he said "They don´t want honour. Superheroes always try to help people, not gain fame"

"But I really want to talk to him…" the boy interrupted "I really, really want to know who he is! Can´t you look for him?"

The sheriff shook his head "I already know who he is" the sheriff answered "But you have to be careful. They can only help us if we don´t say anything to anyone. Can you do that? Not tell anyone about what happened today?"

The boy nodded rapidly "Yes, yes! I´ll help a superhero!"

The sheriff pulled a little notebook out of his pocket and also a pen. He looked at the boy "Now, why don´t you tell me your name? And the phone number of your house?"

Malia frowned and stopped listening. She didn´t care about the boy. What interested her was that mysterious superhero he talked about. Had she been a normal girl, she would have thought the boy had hallucinated the entire story. But she was no normal girl. She knew the boy was probably saying the truth.

"Well, what did he say?" asked Lydia staring at Malia.

"Something crazy" answered the werecoyote "He was attacked by a bird-like monster and a teen superhero with a mini-sword saved him"

Kira frowned "A mini-sword?" she asked "And a superhero? That´s probably a lie"

Lydia looked at her and raised an eyebrow "You have a Japanese sword and your boyfriend is a werewolf"

"What else did he say?" asked Parrish, crossing his arms.

Malia shook her head "I´d rather tell the whole pack. I don´t want to repeat everything more than once" she replied "If the boy is not lying"

"I don´t think he was" suddenly said Parrish and leaned down, picking something a few meters behind him up. It was a dagger, it´s blade tainted with blood. He showed it to the three girls.

"There´s your mini-sword" he said.

Lydia took the dagger in her hands and inspected it carefully. She noticed something engraved on the blade; BoP.

"We have to ask Scott to meet us at Deaton´s" she replied "There´s clearly something going on"

"There´s another thing I should mention" suddenly said Malia "The sheriff said he knew who the superhero was"


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