Ch. 37 More Bad Than Good
The bell was ringing right as I slid into Coach's class. I shook my head and went to my seat. Stiles came rushing in late and his seat was taken by a girl. She started signing something when he told her that is where he usually sits. I caught on the movement, When is a door not a door? I looked at the girl confused. I leaned forward opening my book and flipping through the pages.
Then I noticed it got quiet. I paused, I stopped flipping pages and I looked around and I caught Stiles' gaze. I looked to the front to see Coach standing there.
"Hey, uh, Coach. I thought I was in the wrong class for a second" Stiles said leaning forward. Coach didn't answer him he just started signing. 'When is a door not a door?' Why do they keep signing that? I thought.
"Okay, I don't actually know sign language" Stiles said shifting in his seat. "Actually I didn't even know you knew sign language" Stiles made a face.
"Yeah, or that we even had it as an elective" I said nervously. Everyone was still as a statue and I got my stuff and got up stiles doing the same.
"Well, this has been good. We're gonna, uh, head out" Stiles said inching closer to the door. I looked behind me and I saw everyone signing the same thing so I got Stiles to turn around and look. I was freaking out right now. It feels like the room is getting smaller and smaller. Oh my God I'm having a panic attack right now. Hitting the wall Stiles lost his balance, his arms moving to rebalance himself. I heard a shrill whistle noise echoing through my head.
"Female McCall! Stilinski!" I shot up and I saw Stiles shot up as well. "I asked you guys a question"
"Um, sorry, could you repeat the question"
"Okay. It was, uh, Female McCall and Stilinski are you paying attention back there?"
"Uh, we are now" I told him.
"You two quit reminding me why I drink every night" Coach mumbled. Stiles and I looked at Scott and he had a concerned expression on his face.
"We're okay" Stiles started,
"We just fell asleep for a second" I finished,
"Guys," Scott started and we looked at him "you weren't asleep" He looked down at our notebooks and back up. I furrowed my brows and looked down. I had written WAKE UP in all caps all over the page. It looked like some sort of pattern. I frantically shut my book and put my arms over it. I looked down for the rest of the hour.
As soon as the bell rang I was out of the classroom. I walked Scott and Stiles outside to find a table and we saw Lydia, Allison and Isaac already there.
"It happened again" Stiles said. "Chelsea and I had this- this dream where coach was signing something. A message"
"Okay, so what happens to a person who has a near-death experience and comes out seeing things?" Scott asked.
"And is unable to tell what real or not?" Stiles and I added.
"And is being haunted by demonic visions of their dead relatives?" Allison finished.
"They're all locked up because they're insane" Isaac answered, looking around the table. I made a face at him.
"Ha," Stiles said dryly, "Can you at least try to be helpful, please?"
"For half my childhood, I was locked in a freezer" Isaac leaned forward "So, being helpful is kind of a new thing for me."
"Hey, dude, are you still milking that?"
"Yeah, I'm still milking that" Isaac nodded at Stiles.
"Hi" I looked over and I saw Kira standing there. "Hi, sorry. I couldn't help but overhearing what you guys were talking about" She continued.
"And I think I...actually might know what you're..talking about." All of us stayed silent, "There's a Tibetan word for it. It's called Bardo. It literally means in-between state. The state between life or death." She told us. Lydia clapped her hands together and turned to look at Kira.
"And what do they call you?" Lydia asked.
"Kira" Scott and I spoke up, they turned to look at us. "She's in our history class" We told them. Kira looked at us and smiled.
"So are you talking Bardo in Tibetan Buddhism or Indian?"
"Either, really" I spoke up, Kira sat down beside me "But all the stuff we are talking about. All that happens in Bardo."
"There are different progressive states where you can have hallucinations. Some you see, some you just hear. And you can be visited by peaceful and wrathful deities" Kira finished.
"Wrathful deities?" Isaac repeated, "And what are those?"
"Like demons" I told him and Kira nodded.
"Demons" Stiles nodded "Why not?" I gave him a look.
"Hold on, if there are different progressive states, then what's the last one?" Allison asked and I paled. Scott noticed this and looked alarmed.
"Death" I told them "You die" I whispered. After that conversation I introduced everyone at the table and she looked happy. We talked about different topics mostly about School.
~After School~
Scott, Stiles and I went to Deaton. Stiles and I told Deaton that we were having the same dream and that it was trying to tell us something.
"It sounds like your subconscious is trying to communicate with you both"
"Well, how do we tell our subconscious to use a language that we actually know?" Stiles asked.
"Do you remember what the signs look like?" Deaton asked "The placement and the movement of the hands?"
"You know sign language?" Scott asked surprised.
"I know a little" Deaton nodded "Let me give it a shot"
"Okay, it went like this" He motioned the whole thing with his hand.
Deaton looked at it carefully and sighed "Unfortunately I don't know all of that, the only thing I caught was door"
"When is a door not a door?" I spoke up. They all turned to me, they had surprised looks on their faces.
"You know sign language?" Stiles asked. I nodded my head.
"When it's ajar" I said along with Scott.
"You're kidding me." Stiles flailed and looked at me, "A riddle? Our subconscious wants to tell us a riddle?" I had like a little light bulb go off in my head and I grabbed my painting of the door out and showed them.
"When is a door not a door? When it's ajar" I mumbled. I turned towards Stiles, "Was your door red in the dream?" He shook his head and I looked at it confused. I rubbed my hand down my face. I looked closer and I saw what looked like a demon in the picture.
"wrathful deities" I told Deaton. He looked at me confused and looked at the picture. I pointed out the face and he looked alarmed. "We are in some serious trouble"
"One thing I do know is that having an opening like that into your mind, it's not good. You each need to close that door. And you need to do as soon as possible"
"How?" I asked "How do we close a door like that?"
"Find an anchor" Deaton replied, "Something that will keep you tied in real life. something to keep you focused." I looked down at the ground and we left the clinic.
It was now dark outside and we were headed to our vehicles when a pair of headlights stopped us. I put my hand up and I saw Mr. S get out of the car.
"Dad, what are you doing here?" Stiles asked.
"I'm here because I could use some help" Dad said, hands on his hips, "Actually Scott's and Chelsea's help"
"Why us?" Scott asked.
"Because eight years ago, almost an entire family died in a car accident. One of the bodies, a young girl named Malia, was never found. There's enough evidence to have me thinking that a werewolf could have caused the accident, and then dragged her body away. If you guys could somehow get a lock on her scent if you could somehow help me find her body, it might provide the missing clue" Mr. S explained.
"But what if it was a werewolf?" Stiles asked.
"Well, there's somebody out there who murdered an entire family. someone who still needs to be caught."
"Okay" I nodded "Uh, we'll help you tomorrow"
"Sounds good" He nodded and looked at Stiles "See you at home" He got into his car and left. Stiles soon left and Scott and I went home.
~Next day~
Scott and I got into Stiles' jeep and headed over to the Tate house. Stiles parked his jeep a block away and we walked the rest of the way. We were all quiet thinking about our problems that has been going on.
When we got to the house, Stiles led us around back. We walked up the back porch. Stiles slowly opened the door the led to Malia's room. The door started squeaking. Scott and I looked around alarmed as Stiles stopped. He continued and the door squeaked along with it. Soon he gave up and we hurried through the door. I picked up a shirt and smelled it. All I can get is a smell of an animal. Scott picked up a teddy bear and smelled and shook his head.
"All we're getting is some animal smell" Scott mumbled.
"What kind of animal?" Stiles asked. I heard some growling and I looked at the door and I saw a big dog standing there growling.
"Dog" I answered.
"Hi puppy" Stiles cooed and the dog started barking. I looked at them frantically and the dog continued barking.
"Apollo! Apollo, shut up! Shut the hell up!" I heard Mr. Tate yell and the dog went silent. It looked at us before trotting away. Stiles went over to the dresser and handed me a book.
"Here. Try that." I smelt the book and I saw Scott looking at me and I shook my head. "Anything?"
"All I'm getting is that dog" I sighed out. Stiles went back to looking and he saw a picture frame and took a quick photo of it.
We met up with Mr. S on one of the sides of the road. He was leaning on his cruiser, waiting for us. I spoke up,
"I'm sorry. We tried as hard as we could. If it wasn't so long ago, we might have been able to do" I explained.
"It's okay. It was a long shot." He sighed out, hands in his pockets, "In fact, it was a pretty terrible idea. I think I just ripped open a wound open in that poor man. I never should have brought you guys here. I don't know what I was thinking" I gave him a small smile and he looked at us.
"Thanks for trying, all right?"
"Yeah" Scott nodded as Mr. S patted us on the shoulder and then got into his cruiser and left.
"Aren't there a lot of cases that go unsolved?" Scott asked and I nodded.
"Yeah, I just think this is one he felt like he could've figured out right now." Stiles sighed.
"Why is it so important now?" I asked.
"He wants to be able to solve one more while he's still Sheriff" Stiles explained.
"What do you mean Still Sheriff?" I asked. Stiles sighed and explained what Scott's dad was doing and I was angry.
We went home and it was empty. Mom had the night shift.
"Your job sucks!" I heard Scott yell and I got a sudden burst of anger.
"Whoa! What's going on?" Mom asked,
"He's trying to get Stiles' dad fired" I yelled
"You're what?"
"That's not what's happening" Agent McCall tried to defend himself.
"Then what's going on?" Mom asked,
"I'm conducting a case of impeachment"
"That sounds a lot of getting him fired" Scott and I were now really shaking and I felt my claws starting to come out. "Scott, Chelsea. I need you guys to calm down and follow me" She grabbed our hands and dragged us into the hallway. "I thought you guys found a way to control this. I thought you guys had an anchor"
"My anchor was Allison, and I don't have Allison anymore" Scott growled out.
"Then be your own anchor Scott" Scott was calming down and he was in his human form and I was trying so hard not to shift.
"Chelsea think of Peter!" Scott whispered to me, I took in deep breaths and I can't control it. I rushed out the back door and I shifted and I was so angry but I heard someone following me. Then I can't remember anything.
~Next Day~
I woke up in the woods and I smelt everyone in the woods. I heard Scott on his bike and I walked forward and my foot was in a lot of pain. I howled in pain and I heard Scott crash his bike and I went back in my wolf form. I heard some twigs snap and I looked up and I saw Mr. Tate aiming a gun at me. I growled trying to frighten him but nothing worked.
"Hit Tate" I heard someone say. I heard a gunshot and I was in pain, but before I could transform into my human form Mr. Tate was on the ground blacked out. I was losing my vision and before I completely black out I heard a loud roar. I looked up and I smiled "That's what I'm talking about" and I blacked out.
~Third P.O.V.~
Isaac picked up Chelsea's body and he found Scott while trying to run and find the Sheriff.
"Chels" Scott breathed out. Chelsea's body twitched and she opened her eyes to only close them back shut again.
"We got to take her to Deaton" Allison said. Scott picked his bike up and Isaac set Chelsea in front of the bike with Scott holding onto her tightly. Off he went and it took him only ten minutes to get there.
"Deaton" Scott yelled. Deaton rushed to the front and saw them and he ushered Scott to bring Chelsea back there. He started working on her and he sighed halfway patching her up.
"She'll be fine, but her foot will take longer to heal" He explained while wrapping some bandages around her foot. "Try to keep her off her feet" Scott nodded and took her home.