Notes:
Hello, I'm back. My leg is all healed up. I have a long scar about the size of my index finger down to my thumb. It's pretty big, but it is healing. I took a photo of it like yesterday, and I saw it, and it was much better. I'm going to be what it used to be. It fully closed in August, but I finally got to writing recently. This chapter was written before my leg happened, but I forgot that I hadn't posted it, so that's why it's not up, I guess.
Also, the reason why I didn't get right back into writing after the leg healed is because I was very depressed in the month of September. See September is supposed to be a happy time for me because it's my birthday month but once again, my birthday was a complete and utter disaster. Like, literally nothing about my birthday this year was good. I cried on my birthday and for five days after, which sucks a lot. Also, I was not allowed to move back into my grandma's house, so I'm stuck living with my parents, which is the sole reason for my depression; just FYI—end since moving back with them, I have wanted to die. I hate my family. I have never been more depressed than I am depressed at home.
Not to be a complete downer all the time and to talk about how depressed I am all the time, but it's a reoccurrence that happens a lot for me. I'm not very depressed right now. I feel pretty good. I've gotten a few helpful habits to not be depressed. One of them is to block my mom. What I do is I on my phone stop her text messages so that I don't get them. But if she calls me, I could pick up the phone. So that's what I do, and I have been much happier since doing it. She wants me to unblock her from the text messages but honestly, I feel so much better with her blocked that I think I will leave it that way forever. I can still read her text messages, but if she sends me something upsetting when I'm upset, I won't get the notification for it. So it's nice. Because usually, I get upset, and it just turns out a hundred times worse because she'll text me a bunch of mean shit, making me super depressed. And I'll cry a lot, so I don't want to do that so I've just blocked her messages because getting a hurtful message hours after is not as bad as getting it at the moment. She's annoyed I've done that because I've ignored all her text messages but screw it, I'm happier. Also, I've started to take care of myself more. I started showering more frequently, and I've gotten into the habit of brushing my teeth again, which is going great. My teeth have never looked better. So I'm happy about that. I'm also a little more confident in myself for weird reasons, but I'm glad about that. I'm also trying to take advice from my therapist about setting boundaries in my life. That's an uphill battle. Let's stay to keep it short. My mom doesn't respect me, and the intern doesn't care about the boundaries I'm setting. So yeah, shit's difficult.
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Stiles POV:
Well watching everyone through a camera felt icky, but it also was useful.
From what I gathered so far after watching for about a week; first off, Lydia forgot about me for a little while, then Peter also forgot about me completely. How great...I think sarcastically. After that, Rei completely forgot about my existence.
The only person who did remember my existence was Klaus, of all people. Maybe it's a hybrid thing. I don't know; at this point, everything is weird and confusing, and out of my control.
However, Lydia did a little snooping around her own life, which led her to call Peter and get in contact with Klaus, who reminded her of my existence, so she knows what she needs to know. Peter is a lost cause at the moment, and he can regain his memory after all this is over. Rei somehow is working with Scott and Kira because he thinks that Kira is me, the student that he was supposed to be teaching, but he forgot about my existence, so he's confused and lost, but at least he's in a good place where he could figure out everything if he needs to. While Scott and the rest of the puppies don't know what's really going on, at least they are on the right track to knowing what the Wild Hunt is and that it is happening around them. That's better than not knowing anything at all.
My dad, Damon, and Bonnie are all huddled up in a hidden room in the train station. Since the Ghost Riders rolled through, again and again, they thought it would be better if they were out of sight and out of mind. Which was smart on their part. Because they witnessed, and I saw through the screen, one of the Ghost Riders killing a person by whipping him out of existence, so out of their sight is definitely a better and safer option.
But after sitting in the control room for so long and after testing what I could actually do in here, I've come to the conclusion that I can't just let them figure it out themselves.
It's like everyone is slowly heading toward the goal, which is defeating the Wild Hunt, but they're all facing different directions. They needed something to point them all in the same direction, and if I couldn't do it from the control room, then why was I here?
Honestly, even though I figured out that I could control things in the real world from this little 'pocket dimension' I was in, there was a limit to what I could do. It's not like I was there in the real world, being able to do things. I could knock something off the table. I can turn the light on. It's like I'm a ghost from a scary movie. I could interact with objects, but I can't interact with the living.
At first, I tried to contact Lydia. After she remembered me, I tried knocking things off the desk. I even tried to flicker the table lamp beside her. But everything was chalked up to faulty lighting and wind. How the wind was able to knock a 5-pound textbook off a table, I'll never know, but that's what it was chalked up to. So, in the end, I realized that while I could make my presence known unless I learned how to appear in front of them, everything would be shaken off as just being weird, but not supernaturally so. It's like these people have never watched a scary movie.
But all hard work pays off in the end. It took me quite a while, and I mean quite a while. But I did figure out how to get in contact with everyone.
Though the method was a bit tricky, even after I figured it out, it took me a while to get the hang of it.
I struggled for a very long time, and it only happened by accident. But I did end up figuring out a way to communicate.
I was watching Peter because everyone else had gone to sleep back in Beacon Hills, and I was bored. Since I couldn't sleep myself, I ended up just switching cameras to whoever was awake at the time. It was like watching TV, but my friends were the main characters, and the storyline of the TV series was really boring.
I had been doodling on a Post-it note. I was just drawing a little werewolf. I drew a little werewolf, and then I drew the moon, and I drew some trees. It was really shoddy artwork, but it was cute. At least, I thought so, so I put it on the computer to look at it while I was doing my work; however, the moment I placed it on the screen, it disappeared.
I paused, and I just stared at the empty screen for the longest time.
"What the hell?" I said out loud.
Obviously, I took another Post-it note and just drew a smiley face on it, and then I also stuck it to the screen, but it also disappeared.
"Huh."
Of course, I had no control, and I put like 30 Post-it notes on the screen, watching them disappear one after the other.
"What is going on? Hmmm?"
I sat back in the chair, staring at the screen. I was just staring at the screen but not focusing on anything other than the fact that there were no Post-it notes anywhere other than what was left on the pad sitting on the table.
The reason it took me so long to notice the change was that I was so confused about why they had disappeared. I didn't really focus on what I was looking at.
While there were no Post-it notes stuck to the screen, there were 30 plus Post-it notes on the screen. Except they were on the screen in a different way than how they were supposed to be. Instead of being stuck to the screen like Post-it notes were supposed to work.
The Post-it notes somehow had touched the screen and then disappeared only to reappear in the screen, or more accurately, in the place that was showing on the screen.
What was currently on the third screen was Peter sitting in the living room of our apartment reading a book. Well, he was reading a book until 30 plus Post-it notes appeared out of thin air, gently gliding through the air and falling down in front of him. Now he was no longer reading the book as he was staring at the Post-it notes like they were going to kill him. He cautiously touched one of them, but nothing happened. His eyes were blue, and his control was slipping.
Which seems to be happening more often for some reason. But even if he was losing control of his wolf, he was fully on guard of the situation around him even though he didn't know what was happening. He was acting as if there was an enemy in the room with him.
He stood there almost frozen like a statue, just listening for anything that might explain the post-it notes, but after about ten minutes, he figured he was alone and that something else was going on there. He cautiously gathered up all of the Post-it notes and started looking at them. They were completely random. Some had lines on them, while others had smiley faces, and the only one that was detailed was the picture of a wolf with the moon in the forest. Peter stared at that picture for a long time.
While this was all going on, I was freaking out internally. I could communicate with people finally.
Of course, I feel bad for scaring the shit out of Peter, but I am so glad I had just sent him 30 Post-it notes. If I could send him Post-it notes by placing the note on the screen, and it would just appear in front of him, then that means I could do that to other people as well. I could send a message out to everyone that I was okay. Better yet, I could tell them exactly what to do once I figured it out.
Wasting no time at all, I took a Post-it note and jotted down with very small print that I was okay and that I was figuring a plan out. I went over to the screen with Lydia on it, and I smacked the post a note onto the screen, waiting for it to disappear.
Except nothing happened. Huh? What the heck?
I grabbed the same Post-it note back off the screen and placed it on Peter's screen, and it didn't do anything either. HUH? I took a new Post-it note and wrote the word 'hi' on it. And I put it on Peter's screen, and it disappeared.
"Hm, thats weird," I said quietly.
Peter promptly freaked out again as another Post-it note appeared out of thin air.
He picked it up gently and mouthed the word "hi," looking confused.
"Well, now the question is if it's only this screen that I can send messages through or is it that I can't send information through? Was the problem that I wrote too much or that who's ever really in control of this control room is limited me from doing it? But if there's someone in this control room beside me, then where...?" I paused, feeling uneasy.
I always thought it was weird that I was here all alone. And I assumed that I was all alone. But if this really is a control center and I'm operating it, why isn't everything going how I want it to? What if there's someone else controlling it, but I just can't see it?
Who is the real mastermind behind the Wild Hunt? Who is really in control?
Like Peter, I, too, was on edge from an invisible force.
Peter POV:
*ring...ring...ring...ring...*
"Hello?" Klaus said, confused.
"Klaus, are you still close by?" I asked, whispering.
"Mmmm, not really, but I could be; why?" Klaus asked, getting up and shuffling around on the other end of the phone.
"I...uh...something weird is going in...I...uhhhhh. Honestly, I don't know what's going on. I don't even know how to explain it to you. But I think there's someone in the apartment. But either they're invisible or something else because I don't know. This is stupid. Bye!" I said, hanging up.
I felt stupid trying to explain this to someone that I can't remember. He says that we're acquaintances or friends or whatever, but I don't know him enough to trust him. All I can remember is vaguely helping him out with some ritual that he did to help him become stronger. But I did very minimal things within this ritual and not enough for us to be buddy-buddy enough to call each other when we were in trouble.
I don't even know if I'm in trouble.
What do you even explain this as?
It's obviously something supernatural in nature, but what supernatural ability allows Post-it notes to be dropped in someone's house for no reason?!
Klaus POV:
"What the...?" I say out loud.
"Is that a friend of yours?" Elijah asked.
I glare; Elijah has been speaking to me in this annoying tone every time Stiles, Lydia, or Peter calls me.
It's as if he's mocking me for having...friends.
"Yes. The one you like the least." I say, sighing.
I had told Elijah that Peter does not have purple eyes, nor did he ever throw him around in a parking lot. But it seems that Elijah does not believe me and subsequently is either irritated or hates Peter. Which is no skin off my back. Peter doesn't like me enough that I would classify us as good friends anyway. I don't think I'd classify anyone as a good friend, now that I think about it, really. I wouldn't classify anyone as friends until just recently. I've never been in a situation where I was forced to become a friend, but here I am. I don't hate it. I've had friends before, but friends are weaknesses, and I have too many enemies to have weaknesses.
Anyway, the moment I return the favor to Stiles, we will no longer be friends, and we will no longer have anything to do with each other. That's how it should be. How it has to be. But until then, I guess I can go see what's spooking Peter. It's not like I'm doing anything anyway.
As I leave the hotel that I was staying in, I see Elijah following me. Even as I run back towards Peter's apartment, I still see Elijah behind me. I mean, I don't mind if he follows. Not that he is needed if there is a real danger, I can take care of it myself, but if Elijah wants to come, he can come. But that doesn't mean I have to be nicely leading him there.
I start to run faster, trying to lose him just for the fun of it.
It's been a while since I got to spend some quality time with my dear older brother, Elijah.
We arrive faster than necessary since I speed up trying to lose Elijah.
I listen carefully before I even enter the apartment. Because according to Peter, there is someone else in there, but I don't hear anything. I open the door anyway, and I see Peter standing with his back towards me. Curiously walk up behind Peter and look over his shoulder. He's looking at a bunch of Post-it notes for some reason.
So I tapped his shoulder to get his attention since he wasn't paying attention. Of course, his immediate reaction was him trying to kill me, but he was twitchy, so I forgave him.
"K-Klaus, the hell?" Peter says, looking spooked.
"Make some noise if you are behind me. Sheeesh"
"Well, I assumed because you were a werewolf, you would have heard me, but what were you concentrating so much on, whatever distracted you?" I ask, pushing his anger aside.
Peter ignores me for a second before pointing to the post-it notes on the table. But he doesn't say anything else. I picked up one with a little drawing of a wolf on it and looked at Peter like he was a lunatic.
"A post-it note?" I asked, squinting my eyes.
At this moment, Elijah walks in.
"Yes, wait, why'd you bring your brother?" Peter asks, confused.
"My brother brought himself. But you were scared of a post-it note?" I say, ignoring Elijah and bringing the focus back to the yellow sticky note in my hand.
Peter growled under his breath,
"It's not the post-it note; it's how it got here that is the problem. It appeared out of thin air." Peter said, pointing to a spot above the living room table.
"Like Rei or a different kind of disappear?" I asked.
"Who's Rei?" Peter said as I forgot he had lost his memory again.
I sighed, massaging my face,
"The kitsune," I explained.
"Kitsune's could do that? Really? Well...I mean, it makes sense...so you think this Ray guy did it then?" Peter asks.
"Well, I don't know. Is he here?" I ask.
"I don't know. You brought him up." Peter says.
I sighed deeper this time.
"No, you know him. You just forgot again. Okay, let me try to figure this out; you remember none of your friends. But Lydia said that it's the cause of something happening in your hometown. Did Rei go with Stiles and Lydia? I forgot if he did." I asked Peter who was a lost cause as he, of course, didn't remember.
Elijah looked confused, but so was I.
Until a post-it note fell out of the sky in front of us.
"See! I told you. What the fuck kinda supernatural creature does that?" Peter said, pointing at the table.
I did not have an answer.
I picked up the note, and it read, "Yes, Rei did go."
I looked at the sky and asked,
"Are you Rei?"
Another post-it note fell. "No," it read.
I paused for a second and took a guess,
"Stiles?" I asked.
Another note fell, "Yes! Hi Klaus," it read.
I showed the note to Peter, who looked at the sky.
"Why did you send these notes if you could talk?" Peter asked, annoyed as he had been scared shitless up until this moment.
Another note fell, "Ah, that was an accident. I didn't realize you were getting the notes, they were just disappearing, and I just ended up sending like 30. Anyway, it seems Peter's the only one I can send notes to," it read.
"Well, this is something," I said after Peter let me read the letter.
"Stiles, where are you?" I asked the sky.
A note fell.
"I have no idea. I'm sorta trapped. Well, hmmm, it's a bit weird. I'm really close to Damien and Bonnie and my dad. But not at the same time. I need to speak with Rei, by the way, but uh, I was captured by the *&^%$#$*! but I'm in a % &*$%! Room," it read.
Peter, who picked the note up, looked confused,
"It's censored." He said, handing it to me.
I read the note, understanding what he meant.
I held the note up to the sky and said to Stiles,
"How are you speaking to us, Stiles?" I asked.
A note fell.
"I don't know. I am alone here, but I am starting to think that there is *&%$ #!~" The note was cut off.
"Stiles?" I asked, but no more notes fell.
Stiles POV:
I watched the screen as the notes became censored. I tried sending more, but I heard a loud crash behind me. I stood up, and my eyes glowed yellow as I was preparing to attack, but I was alone.
A box was on the floor, seeming to have fallen off a table. I turned back, and the post-it note I didn't finish writing was somehow in Peter's hand.
But I didn't stick it to the screen yet, so how did it get there?
I stood in front of the screen, watching Klaus yell at the sky, not looking at the camera fully, though I can't really call it a camera that is watching my friends because this isn't really a natural surveillance system. It's a supernatural surveillance system that doesn't need any cameras or working internet, or up-to-date monitors and graphics either. It all happens because it happens, and I don't have an explanation for it.
It seems that I can't contact him anymore. I tried putting another post-it note on the screen, but alas, nothing worked. And I kept looking behind me because the timing of that box falling was a little too hard. I did look around the room. Back to where there was once a door but now just a blank wall. I also walked into the four corners of the room just to check for what was there and if there was someone, in fact, hiding there.
I don't even know if I found someone, what I was going to do then. I feel like I'd scream and then try to defend myself in a probably shitty way. I am not good with jump scares. But there was nothing there.
Literally nothing.
Just me and this weird computer and a room full of dusty old stuff.
But I couldn't calm down even though I had searched the room because nothing in this place made sense, so why would someone hiding in this room technically have to make sense?
Maybe I just couldn't see them or that they could control more than I could control, and if that was the case, why was I here with them, and why did they even let me do what I'm doing?
But all of this is just speculation because I could be just paranoid and a weird mystical box by myself in actuality.
I had no way to confirm whether or not what was true or not.
Later that day in Beacon Hills...
Rei POV:
I knocked on the door that I was previously at earlier today, and instead of an older man answering the door, it was Kira, the girl that I had met previously.
"Hey," I said.
"Hi, ah, please come in," Kira said after staring for a second.
"Nice house," I say as I didn't really get the chance to look inside the last time I was here, but it was a really nice house, very Japanese style design, honestly not too unlike my own house, that I have.
I don't stay there often, but I do have one that looks very similar to this.
"Thanks; we just moved here recently, so thats probably why it looks so nice still. Oh, and we're having sushi, you don't mind, do you? I thought I should ask this time because I invited my boyfriend over here last time, and he wasn't really good with sushi; we ended up having to order pizza afterward even though he was trying to say he was okay with eating sushi, but he really wasn't so I'm just asking just in case so that situation doesn't happen again." Kira rambled, talking about her boyfriend.
"No need to worry. I love sushi. All so, even if you made something I didn't like, I'm an adult; I can eat it. I'm not picky." I told her, Sushi was great.
I love sushi, but even if it was something I hated, I could still eat it to be polite. I mean, when I was little, I was raised that way, so I guess old habits die hard, even though it's been a long time since I was a little kit.
"Oh, okay, well, thats great. Um, so, uh, before my mom gets here, you're a Kitsune, right? Like my mom and me?" She asks, whispering.
"Yes. We are not the same type of Kitsune, but yes, we are all Kitsunes." I clarified.
"Oh, I see, cool. So is it your type of Kitsune that lets you disappear out of thin air? Because I can't do that, at least, I don't think I can. And do you think there really is another Kitsune in the town beside us, since you said you were teaching someone, like a kid, but it wasn't me, so do you think there's another one here?" Kira asked quickly.
"From what I've seen from you so far, no, I don't believe you can evaporate into thin air. It's a special quirk of mine, you could say. However, you definitely have the potential to do more than you think. Your mother is probably taking it slow, which is also good; you have a long time to learn. Especially with the safety of your mother around you, you're free to slowly learn your craft and excel at it so that when you're older and alone, you can be more prepared. And as your mother told me earlier, there would be no reason why she would call me the teach you, so there is definitely another Kitsune somewhere. If they're in this town, though, I can't find them. They've either hidden themselves completely, or something else is going on. But I can't quite remember nor figure out what it is. It could have something to do with the Wild Hunt, but I don't know too much about it." I said, voicing my thoughts to the end.
"I see. I-" Kira gets cut off.
"I see you already met, huh, Rei?" Noshiko says, glaring at me.
I smile, "Oh no, was I caught?" I sass back, not intimidated in the slightest.
"You couldn't wait a few hours?" Noshiko asked again.
"Would you be happy to just wait around a few hours when you lost your memory? No, I don't think so. Anyway, it's not like I found your daughter all alone; she was with a bunch of other little supernatural children." I said, defending myself, because did she really think that I was going to wait a few hours just standing in the middle of the road because I don't remember why I was here nor where I was staying nor anything about why I was here and just wait.
Obviously, I was going to go find her daughter.
Or do something, at least.
"Okay, fine, come let's eat," she says, giving up on her anger.
After we finished dinner, I pulled Noshiko to the side.
"I have a question."
"Okay, what is it?"
"Are you creating the illusion?" I ask.
"What illusion?" Noshiko asks, confused.
"You don't feel it?" I ask, confused.
"No. What kind of illusion is it?"
"Well, it's encompassing this whole town; it's weird you can't feel it...but I think it's what is messing with my memory. Do you remember if there's another Kitsune in this town besides you?" I ask just in case.
"No. Well, not that I know of. This town attracts the supernatural, so I can't be for certain, but I don't know any others around here." Noshiko says.
After a moment of silence, Noshiko looks a bit uncomfortable but starts talking, even though it looks like she doesn't want to say it.
"We don't always get along; you know that yourself. But if you're going to stay here for a little while, at least until you figure out your memory, you can stay here if you want. And even though you weren't teaching my daughter, I'm sure she has a lot of questions for you, so get ready for that. Don't break my trust Rei, because I will kill you if it's for my family." Noshiko said and then walked off.
She's always been like this. There are not a lot of kitsunes as old as us, at least still around. So yes, I have known her for a long time, and yes, we've had some issues. And we are not the best of friends, but I guess having a child and a family has changed her a bit. She's still as fierce and scary as she was when I first met her, but she definitely toned down a bit. I feel like I have changed too. Maybe it's because I took a student for the first time in my life...who knows, though?
Huh...I need answers. But where do I get them?
That question didn't last long as I got a call from an unknown number. At first, I let it ring out, but it kept calling, so I picked it up after the fourth call.
"Hello?" I said, picking up; I was sitting in Nosiko's living room with the rest of her family.
"Rei?" A girl's voice filters over the phone.
I had never heard it before.
"Yes? Who is this?" I ask.
"Oh, this was the right number, thank god, why did you take so long to pick up; I was stressing out. Anyway, where are you?" The girl asks over the phone.
"Who are you?" I ask again; everyone in the room was paying attention to me but pretending not to.
"Huh? Oh, it's Lydia...ah, right, you forgot. Ah, can we meet in person? It's easier to have this conversation than over the phone." She asked.
"Are you the kitsune I'm supposed to be teaching?" I ask.
Noshiko and Kira look interested now.
"No, not me, but I know who it is. I...we all came to town together, you probably forgot, we all forgot. It's all because of the Wild Hunt. Anyway, I remembered with some help; I need your help. Where are you? I can come so we can discuss." I pause, but my curiosity wins over my caution.
"Do you know Noshiko?" I ask. Noshiko looked like she wanted to kill me but had a fake smile plastered on her face.
"Uhhh, do you mean Kira's mom? Are you at Kira's house? Of course, you are; I'll be there in a bit. Bye." The girl says, hanging up.
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Notes:
Okay, so this chapter was supposed to be posted before I went to the hospital or right after I was done with the hospital, but it didn't end up happening. Also, I forgot I wrote this chapter. And then, after I looked at it the last time, I thought I posted it. But when I went on the website and saw that it wasn't that, I was confused because I was pretty sure I posted it, but it wasn't obvious. So here it is. I'm going to post a few more chapters. Then I'm going to work on another book and post a few chapters there. And then I'll come back. But I think updating like three to four chapters is a good holdover for a little while. Thanks for being so patient, guys. I know I was sick with my leg and stuff, but thanks for waiting almost a year for an update.