"Just breathe." Deaton's smooth tones echo through the vet. He's been telling me to breath for half an hour now and it's getting a teeny bit boring.
I squint my eyes open a fraction and whisper, "Is something supposed to be happening?"
"Just breathe. And imagine you are in the future." I almost am dosing off to sleep. "Where do you want to be; when do you want to be?"
Let's see. One week ahead. And wherever I am.
There was a blinding flash of light and Scott stumbles, hitting the brick wall behind him. Peter stands over him, eyes flaming blue."Don't you see? With your power, the wood nymph and Kate, I will be unstoppable!"
Blood trickles from Scott's forehead. Stalinski comes running from a dark alley way with a baseball bat in his hand, me standing next to him. Stiles swings his bat into a defensive position. "You'll have to go through us."
Peter grins. "Okay then. Only if you insist."
A gun goes off from the surrounding roof tops. And I realize Peter's ordered the pull of the trigger, all too late. The world slows.
Stiles' shirt blossoms with crimson. The bullet hole directly in the centre of his heaving chest. His eyes go wide. His face becomes tight, his body slack. I try to catch him before he falls to the concrete floor but I'm too late. And there he lies lifeless and pale.
I scream. "No!"
Panting and dripping with sweat, I open my eyes to find I am still sitting in vet. I turn to Deaton.
"What was it?" Deaton's brown eyes worried.
"You don't want to know."
