Army of Darkness
It was strange to be in the past. Nothing could ever warn Ann that one day she would have to face her past. There weren't enough alcohol drinks in the world to help Ann face that. Ann watched as Stiles get ready to hang out with Jo and slowly ease Ann into their lives. John had already left for work. Stiles was in his bathroom his toothbrush in his mouth but still tried to talk to Anne.
"There was a murder last night," Stiles exclaimed in a muffled tone the blue toothbrush in his mouth.
"Larcener is not someone to mess with," Anne said staring at Stiles. "We need to come up with a plan to talk to the pack."
Stiles spit into the sink. "I don't see why we don't just tell the pack about you yet."
"Stiles you are the savior," Ann replied. "You are going to be the one who saves us."
Stiles turned the sink on and ran the toothbrush under the water. "I mean I understand that I am the only one that you can trust but people are starting to die." Stiles tapped the toothbrush against the sink, turning off the water, and tossed the toothbrush in his cup.
"One. One person has died so far. Millions have died where I am from." Ann said. "I believe that you can do this. There is no need for anyone else to know about me."
Stiles glanced at Ann narrowing his eyes. "One person might have died. But that is a death that we could have prevented. I mean this Justin Robbins had a family."
"Justin Robbins is connected to the supernatural though," Ann explained. "I mean all you have to do is go to the crime scene and figure out how he is connected. After course, you connect with Jo."
"I don't think my dad would like it if I was at another one of the famous Beacon Hills Crime Scenes," Stiles announced not looking over at the older woman. He made his way to his closet looking for a jacket.
Ann chuckled. "Like that has ever stopped you before."
Stiles pulled out blue flannel and put it on with his white shirt. "I am serious. I don't need my dad getting into anymore more trouble than he is already."
John was getting a review by the board. Apparently, he was not solving enough crimes. It probably doesn't help the fact that all the crimes in Beacon Hills are caused by supernatural creatures. And most people in Beacon Hills doesn't know about the supernatural creatures.
"Stop worrying so much Stiles," Ann said.
Stiles turned around to look at the adult who was lying on his bed. "I tend to worry when people are dying, and my friends are being targeted. Not to mention that the alpha is losing his powers. His girlfriend who is a super mega psychic is losing her powers. Supernatural creatures are being targeted. And don't forget that you came from the future and will only talk to me."
Ann paused for a moment. "Well, when you say it like that maybe you do have a couple of things to worry about."
Stiles rolled his eyes. "I'll be back." Stiles grabbed his phone off his nightstand. "Stay here."
"Because la casa de Stilinski is just so much fun," Ann replied sarcastically.
"If you want to go out and get yourself caught by someone be my guest," Stiles said shrugging. "Blow your cover. I don't care. I have to go comfort my best friend and her scary boyfriend."
With that Stiles walked out of the bedroom and left. Ann walked over to the window as she watched Stiles go to his Jeep. He got in the Jeep and looked down at his hands. He mumbled something to himself shaking his head before turning on the car and leaving.
Ann couldn't help but think this wasn't going to go well. Stiles wasn't always the best person to sneak into crimes scenes. But she just had to hope that this was going to go well. Stiles was the savior and she refused to go back to the world where everyone she loves is dead.
Ann grabbed Stiles' lacrosse hoodie off the floor and shoved it on. Before leaving the bedroom, she glanced back one last time at the pictures on the desk. She smiled softly at the happy pictures of her and her boys. She shook her head getting back into her game mode. Just think of them, Ann thought to herself, think of them while you are saving the world.
Stiles walked opened the loft door. The door was not even locked. He really needed to mention that to someone and get a lock. Jo who had her hair in a bun sat on the couch, arms crossed, watching Supernatural. Some things never changed. Boyd, Erica, and Isaac sat at the kitchen table eating. In front of them was a full course meal that was apparently being made by Derek who wore a 'Kiss the Cook' apron.
Stiles stared at Derek. Larcener was taking away Derek slowly and it was funny. Slowly Stiles pulled out his phone and took a picture of Derek. If they all were going to survive this, he wanted to make sure he had pictures to prove that all this really happened. Stiles sat next to Jo.
"How are you?" Stiles wondered.
Jo didn't look up from the television. "I am not turning into Derek if that is what you are asking."
"Has he snapped at you lately?" Stiles asked.
Jo raised her left arm that had scratch marks. "He had a nightmare."
Stiles grabbed her arm and looked at the marks. The marks were not deep that would heal and disappear quickly.
"Jo," Stiles said gently.
"I want to find Larcener and be the first to kill him," Jo announced looking at Stiles. "I can't handle this right now. With Derek cooking non-stop and the nightmares." Jo let out a sigh. "I don't want this to happen to me. I don't know what I am going to turn into."
"I didn't think Derek was going to turn into Chef Boyardee." Stiles teased lightly. "Maybe you will turn into Ramsey."
"Or maybe I will turn into my dad," Jo said. "Maybe I will only care about myself."
"Please, no one could turn into the ass that is your father," Stiles replied. "You need to get out of this house."
"Where are we going to go?" Jo wondered standing up.
"We are going to do something for old time sakes," Stiles said throwing his arm Jo's shoulder. "We are going to a crime scene."
Stiles parked the Jeep in front of Scott's house and started to climb upwards to Scott's window that was open. Jo couldn't help but feel some déjà vu at the sight of this. The tradition of Stiles breaking his bones was alive and wouldn't die down. And it had been a while since Stiles broke something. Stiles took another step on the roof before the bottom of his pants got caught onto a nail. Stiles began to fall backward as Scott came out of the front door with a baseball bat. The two teenage boys let out a girly scream. Jo laughed proud at herself for recording this again.
"Stiles! Jo! What are you two doing here?" Scott exclaimed lowering his bat.
"You weren't answering your phone," Stiles answered sheepishly.
"…why do you have a baseball bat?" Jo wondered on the edge of laughing again. "Did you forget that you are a werewolf?"
Scott looked down at the bat. "It seemed like a good thing at the time."
Jo started to laugh again. She hopped off the hood of the Jeep and leaned against one of the pillars on the small stairs. "You surprise me a little bit more every day."
"What are you two doing here?" Scott asked. "I was doing the anatomy project."
Stiles cursed at himself. He and Jo really needed to get together and do the anatomy project. That would have to happen another day.
"Well, then you can just thank us from saving you from dying of boredom," Jo said with a smile and shrugged.
"Last night my dad told me that they are bringing in every officer of Beacon department," Stiles explained still upside down.
"Why?" Scott wondered.
"They got a call last night of someone being murdered," Jo announced. "Justin Robbins."
"Justin Robbins? Doesn't his father own the Fairy Brownie company?" Scott assumed. "Who would want to kill him?"
Jo rolled her eyes. "Did you not listen to the meeting we had with Deacon about a year ago talking about all the supernatural creatures that live here?"
Scott stared at the two with a blank look on his face.
Jo and Stiles looked at each other and let out a sigh.
Stiles swung forward grabbing a hold of the edge of the roof and unhook the bottom of his jeans. He then let go of the edge of the roof and drop gracefully onto the porch with an evil grin.
"Let me riddle you this, Riddler. If Justin Robbin's father was the leader of the fairy group called Fairy Brownies, wouldn't his power get passed down? And who is the mass killer that is going around town killing creatures?"
"Larcener," Scott mumbled.
Jo pushed Scott's arm. "And Bingo was his name-o. We are totally going."
The three teenagers marched into the Beacon Hills Woods. Stiles couldn't help but feel the déjà vu of doing this last year. Things truly do come back in a circle. This time around the three teenagers was smart about searching in the woods for a dead body and did it during the day time. And hopefully this time no one gets bitten by a werewolf. But no promises were made.
"I still think this is a horrible idea," Scott said. "We have finals coming up, we have SATs, and the anatomy project that is our final."
Jo narrowed her eyes at Scott. "Since when do you care about grades?"
"Since we are juniors and we are almost done with high school," Scott said as he and the three walked over a tree trunk. "I mean have you two even started the project yet?"
Jo and Stiles looked at each other.
"…yeah." "…yeah?"
"What system are you two doing it on?" Scott asked.
"The respiratory system." "The immune system."
The two shared a look.
"Jo, I thought we were doing it on the-" Stiles started to say when Jo yanked Scott and Stiles down on the ground. The three hid behind the trunk of a tree that was on the top of the hill.
"What was that for?" Scott asked.
Jo hushed him. "Did you not see the crime scene? It is just down there."
The three simultaneously lifted their heads up slowly and looked down at the crime scene. A police officer and police dogs circled the area. Five feet away a tree stared at the three teenagers. A high print was burned into the tree. A couple of feet in front of the tree laid Justin who leaned against the tree. His lips were dark purple. Light purple veins covered his face, neck, and arms. On the left side of his neck, the purple veins became darker and darker.
"What the hell?" Stiles mumbled staring at the crime scene.
"Why would Larcener leave a messy crime scene?" Scott wondered.
"Maybe Justin was giving a warning to his people," Jo whispered the idea. "Look at the handprints. Maybe he was warning the other fairies that live in this area."
"But the Fairy Brownies head office isn't in Beacon Hills. It's about an hour north." Stiles argued in a soft tone.
"Maybe just Justin lives here but the rest of his family lives in the town over." Scott offered the idea.
"Whatever he was doing, I think we need to talk to Deaton about it," Jo said.
The two boys nodded their head. The three teenagers slowly got up to leave the woods.
"Stop right there!" a voice yelled.
Stiles cursed loudly before turning around to his father walking towards them.
"I thought I told you to stay home last night?" John said looking directly at Stiles.
"You did Dad." Stiles agreed nodding his head. "You told me to stay home last night. You something nothing about today."
John nodded his head. "My mistake." John chuckled. Stiles let out a nervous laugh. "Let me clarify. You are grounded and are to stay home. Until the end of time."
"So, if I somehow get time to stop am, I allowed to go out?" Stiles asked. "Hypothetically speaking."
Jo bit her lip to hold back her laughter.
John placed a hand on Stiles' shoulder. "Stiles?"
"Yes, dad?"
"Get the hell out of here."
"Yes, sir."
Ann stood outside of the small grocery store. Years ago, Jo and Stiles were here getting a pregnancy test. That truly did seem likes years ago. She couldn't go in because she didn't have money and couldn't risk getting caught stealing. She shouldn't even be out. She didn't want to get caught by anyone she knew.
The young adult stood in front of a newspaper stand. She glanced around to make sure no one would notice her. Ann pulled down her sleeve around her fist and broke the glass. Ann then pulled out a newspaper shaking that small pieces of glass off the newspaper.
She was shocked that newspapers were still even a thing. Normally Ann would just go onto her holographic phone and looked up the news but that has not been invited yet. She opened the newspaper to see the death of Justin Robbins front cover.
Ann couldn't help but frown. Justin Robbins was not supposed to die. Not like this at least. The first death of the Larcener was Bob Howell a warlock. And even then, Bob Howell didn't die in the woods. He died in a 'car accident'. This wasn't right. This shouldn't be going down like this. Even if Ann was in the past and changed a couple of things, Justin shouldn't have died. She couldn't help but wonder if she was the only one who went back in time to change the past.
Ann closed the newspaper and shoved it between her arm and side. She might have to make a certain phone call for backup. She sighed. The last thing she wanted to call was to call back up "Jo?"
Crap.
Ann looked to see Jackson, a young version of Jackson, standing a couple of feet in front of her. He had a tub of Cookies n' cream ice cream and a DVD copy of The Notebook in the other. Some things don't change.
"What is with your hair?" Jackson wondered walking towards her. "And why are you wearing Stilinski clothes?"
"Son of a—"
Stiles dropped Scott off at home and dropped Jo off. The showing of Jo's powers would have to wait another day. Stiles still had another day to do all of this. He thought for a moment to talk to Deaton about Larcener but he needed a break from the supernatural stuff. He just wanted to go home and work on the anatomy project that apparently didn't even have a topic.
He walked up to his front door to notice the door unlocked. He narrowed his eyes at the door. Stiles would leave his door to unlock and either would Sheriff John Stilinski. Stiles walked into the house quietly. Stiles left the front door open and walked into the kitchen. He grabbed a knife.
Whispered appeared upstairs. Stiles let out a sigh. He didn't want to die but if he had to die anywhere, he was okay with dying in his house of all places. Stiles slowly started to walk up the stairs. He skipped the very last step, it creaked and looked around. His bedroom door was halfway open.
He pushed the door opened and raised the knife high. Jackson stood in front of Stiles' bed now looking at Stiles. His arms were crossed with a look of confusion on his face. Ann sat on his bed now looking at Stiles.
"We need to talk," Jackson announced.
Stiles let out a loud curse.
