Someone was knocking on my door harshly... at 1 am.
"What?!" I exclaimed, opening the door to reveal Isaac,
"Where's your phone?" He asked,
"On my desk? Why?"
"Go check it." Isaac ordered,
I went over to my desk, where my phone was charging, and grabbed it,
"It's off. I never turn my phone off." I told him.
Turning my phone on, my phone rang with notifications. I read one of the texts from Scott, explaining that Stiles was sleepwalking.
"Sleepwalking? Is he okay?" I asked,
"Yeah, they found him a few minutes ago. They're bringing him to the hospital." Isaac answered,
"I don't know what happened. I never turn it off." I said,
I saw a voicemail from a number I didn't recognize and I clicked on it. Immediately there was static and a man speaking Japanese,
"Who's that?" Isaac asked, walking up behind me.
"I don't know."
The next day at school, Isaac and I went to Mr. Yukimura to figure out what the person was saying,
"You're right. It's Japanese. Who left this on your phone?" He asked,
"I don't know. All of the messages are the same and they all say Blocked ID." I said,
"Can you translate it?" Isaac asked,
"Mostly. The man speaking is giving instructions actually. The first line is, 'All evacuees are required to stay "at least 10 feet back from outside fences'." Mr. Yukimura translated,
"What does that mean? What fences?" I questioned,
"The fences surrounding a Japanese internment camp during World War II. After Pearl Harbor, Japanese-Americans were rounded up and put in camps. This man is reading instructions to prisoners upon their arrival." He explained, and the recording stopped,
"Well, where does something like this come from?" Isaac asked,
"I have no idea. Because it's fake. It mentions the name of the internment camp as 'Oak Creek'. There was no internment camp named Oak Creek in California."
Isaac and I left and I went to the hospital to join Scott in waiting for Stiles. He was getting his brain scanned, and the Doctor's think he has the disease that his mother had. And that scared all of us. Derek came by and sat next to me while talking to Derek,
"You know the stuff you we're telling me about chemo signals earlier? It reminded me of the time you we're teaching me to use anger to control the shift." Scott said,
"I think you ended up teaching me more about that." Derek smirked,
"Are you teaching me again?"
"Think of it more like sharing a few trade secrets. You know, I took Cora back to South America, right? It's where she spent most of her time after the fire. But that's not the only reason I left. I needed to talk to my mother." Derek said and I looked at him with wide eyes,
"Your dead mother?" I questioned,
"She told me something that changed my perspective on a lot of things. She said that my family didn't just live in Beacon Hills. They protected it. This town needs someone to protect it. Someone like you, Scott." Derek explained,
"And someone like you to teach me a few trade secrets." Scott said before standing up,
"What?" I asked,
"He was trying to protect us. Stiles was protecting us." Scott stated,
"From himself." Derek finished and we all went up the roof,
"What are we looking for?" I asked,
"I'm not sure. But I think Stiles wasn't just up here struggling with himself. I think he was struggling not to do something." Scott answered before he flung something over to Derek and I, a bag full of tools.
The three of us looked up and saw a wire that was almost cut.
"Oh no."
The generator blew and Derek pulled me under him, protecting me. The wire snapped and went down into the street.
"Oh, my god."