Alright y'all. This is a little short, I'm aware of that. But it's pretty important and I didn't feel right to try and continue after this during the same chapter so, this is it for now and you'll get another chapter soon, I promise.
None of this has had a beta reader so sorry about errors.
Hope you enjoy!
AJ's POV
I'm standing in the hall in school, the one where Allie and my lockers are, but it's different. Its dark, like lights out at night dark. Why the fuck am I in school at night? Like seriously, I don't even like being here in the day, why would I be here now? I turn around and startle. There's someone standing at the other end of the hall, a familiar looking someone.
"Stiles?" I call out. Whoa, it echoes like crazy in here. It doesn't usually echo but maybe that's because it's usually full of talking students. Or maybe it's because this is a dream and dreams are weird.
Even in the low light, I can tell Stiles looks different, he is different. His hair is longer and styled differently, it suits him so much better than a buzz cut. His clothes look good on him too, I've never seen him wear something like that before. But he's pale, sickly pale with dark, almost purple circles under his eyes. Is he sick?
"Devine move." He mumbles as he starts to walk towards me, even his walk is different, picking up pace with every step. "Devine move? You think you have any moves, at all? You can kill the Oni but me? Me? I'm a thousand years old you can't kill me!" He roars, now right in front of me.
His voice is different, darker, deeper. Nothing like the Stiles I know, the goofy, cute, amazing kisser Stiles. Even though he's right in front of me, staring right at me, it's almost like he's seeing through me. "Stiles?" I whisper to him.
Suddenly, Scott appears right behind Stiles, his claws digging into Stiles' shoulder. Wait his claws? What the fuck? His eyes are glowing red and fangs protrude from his mouth as he clamps down on Stiles' upper arm forcing Stiles to shout out in pain. This is fucked up. Is this real? It can't be real, right?
"Scott what the fuck? Stop! Help him!" I shout at him but it's no good. He too looks at me but more through me.
Scott steps away and next thing I know, someone has plunged a sword into Stiles' back and through his chest.
"No!" I hear myself scream, the echo reverberating off the walls. "Stiles!"
The sword, a katana maybe, is pulled out with a gut wrenching sound that I can't even describe and the person holding it stands back, a young Asian girl looking determined and terrified as Stiles falls to his knees. I try to get to him to help him, hold him, save him, but I'm rooted to the spot, I can't move my feet. Stiles thrashes around for a few seconds before finally going still, his gaze fixated directly at me, through me.
"Scott, help him!" I yell, my voice cracking as I do but I don't care. Now isn't the time to worry about outing myself.
Stiles stares a few seconds longer before his face cracks like pottery or fragile glass. He falls to the side and shatters like a china doll, his entire body turning to black smoke. All I can do is watch as he dies in front of me, his whole body disappearing in a matter of seconds. I hear myself scream again as everything goes black.
Allison's POV
I'm woken by a terrified scream, echoing it's way through the house. Throwing my covers back, I run to AJ's room, through his door and to his bedside. He's screaming and thrashing in his bed, sheets tangled around him and covered in a mix of sweat and tears. I look up to the doorway to see dad standing in pyjama pants with a gun in his hand, a look of horror, realisation and sadness on his face.
"Allison, back to bed." He commands, placing his gun on AJ's desk as he comes to stand beside me, resting a hand on my shoulder.
"No way." I mumble. "I can help, like I did last time."
The last time AJ had a dream like this, lets just say it was very bad. Things ended up broken, namely AJ's hand and a cupboard door. It's hard to explain right now.
"Are you sure?" Dad asks me.
"Yes." I'm not leaving AJ, if I can help I will.
Dad just nods and squeezes my shoulder. Taking my poor, unconscious brothers hand, I squeeze it tight and close my eyes.
I can't explain the connection we have but it's almost like I have to search for him in a fog to try and bring him back to consciousness. "AJ, wake up!" I shout to him after a few seconds.
I feel him jolt awake and I stumble back, landing on my ass. The last time AJ didn't know where he was so he lashed out, hence the broken hand and cupboard. This time was a little different. He quickly scanned around the room clocking sight of dad standing over him and me on the floor.
"St-stiles." He mumbles on a breath before bursting into tears.
"I'll take it from here Allison, thank you. Go back to bed." Dad tells me and I know not to argue this time.
I stand up, give dad a weak smile and leave to go back to my room. I hate that this happens to him, whatever this is. Ever since we were little, AJ has had strange dreams. Not just your regular strange dreams that children get, his dreams are different. He usually goes rigid while the dream is happening, like he's having a seizure of some sort. They don't always end with him screaming and crying, only the nightmares end that way. He usually wakes up sweating and shaking.
When AJ and I were about six, dad starting taking AJ down to his office after one of these dreams. They'd take for hours sometimes and AJ would always come out looking frustrated and tired, sometimes sick. He would never tell what the dreams were about or what him and dad did after them. He'd always say its private.
He hasn't had one this bad in years and I hate that he hurts like this. I want to know what causes these nightmares and I'm determined to know what they are. There's no way I'm going back to sleep now.
AJ's POV
Holy fuck, not again. I hate this. I can't cope with this shit, this is too much.
"You okay, son?" I hear dads rough voice from next to me as he rests a hand on my shoulder. I can't hope but flinch as he does.
I simply shake my head no and continue to sob into my sleeves. I hate this, I fucking hate this! This is all bullshit. Why do I have to go through this? Dad waits for me to calm down a little before speaking again.
"Come on, we need to go downstairs. You know the drill AJ." And with that, dad leaves my room not waiting for me to follow him. He knows I'll go down in my own time.
Dads going down to his office to set up the camera and get out the journal. It sounds weird, just bear with me on this guys. I'll explain it all when I can.
I climb out of bed, not caring that I'm only wearing a hoodie and boxer shorts. Dads seen me in less before, he use to bathe me for gods sake. But I know I'll get cold pretty quickly so on second thoughts I grab a small blanket off my bed as I head to the door and downstairs.
By the time I get down to his office, dad already has the camera set up on the tripod and the journal open on the desk waiting to be written in. It's a new journal from the looks of it, must have filled up the last one already. That makes six now. It's been a while since we've done this and we've never done this in the new house before so trying to work out the lighting and things was difficult but dad worked it out. Jeez, I can't believe I'm thinking about freaking lighting right now.
Once I'm sat down and comfortable in the same arm chair as earlier, twice is twelve hours, aren't I lucky, dad hits the record button. "When you ready son, in your own time." He prompts, picking up the journal and pen.
I relay the dream to him, detailing everything and anything I can remember. Sickly Stiles, the words he said. The Asian girl with the Japanese sword. Scott with his red eyes and fucking fangs. At this point, I thought dad would think me crazy, but instead he pauses and stares at me for a few seconds before continuing to write everything down. The hall way, the darkness, everything. I pause, remembering the look on Stiles' face as it cracked like delicate pottery. I can't help the shudder that runs through me.
"AJ, focus, son." Dad calls to me. It means so much to me when he calls me son. Its like he's excepted me for me and I love him for it. "I need you to try and remember if there was a clock."
I know what he's getting at but it can't be. There's no way it can be. "Dad, Scotts eyes were red. There's no way. He had freaking claws and fangs, like, I dunno, like a wild animal. Like a wo-."
"I need you to try and see if there was a clock AJ. Forget about Scott. Focus on the walls." Dad snaps.
I force out a sigh and close my eyes, trying to filter through every part of the dream but each time I do, all I can see is Stiles. Sickly, dying Stiles. I shake my head and run both hands through my hair.
"I can't look past him, dad. His face, he looked right at me, looked into me almost. Like he was looking into my soul." I mumble to him. It's too early for this shit.
"AJ, son, come have to push past it. We need to know."
I sigh and search again. The walls are empty, there's nothing, not even school flyers which is unusual. The lockers are blank, there was nothing on the floor apart from Stiles' body. I look around again but this time, at the far end of the hall. High up on the wall, almost at the ceiling is a small round clock face.
"I don't want to know!" I shout. "I don't want to see it! I don't want to know if I'm seeing my fucking future dad, it's fucked up!"
Yeah, did I mention that I can sometimes see the future through my dreams?
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