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Chapter 32

Stiles

Tuesday, March 11th 2014, my second day without my wolf and fox.

I woke up, for the first time, not being able to hear things going on outside or in different rooms, not being able to smell all the different scents around me.

I didn't like it.

I didn't like being weak.

I didn't like not knowing what was around me.

It was disconcerting.

I guess that's why I was so willing to through myself into research as soon as the Betas all left, so I had a distraction.

While Derek and Peter searched through book after book after book – they had hundreds of them – I decided to do the modern thing and check to see if any of the information would be on the internet. I had even brought down the box books mom had given me when I was a kid, just so we had a bit more material to look through.

I mean, the books I had had been past down for generations on my mom's side of the family... So, they were bound to have some sort of information...right?

But, so far, after three hours of research, we had found nothing.

There were times where we thought we had found something, things that looked like the witch that had turned me human. But then we read what they did or could do, and it said nothing about being able to turn supernatural creatures human.

So, we were back to square one.

But this was only the first day...

Through the day, Peter and Derek were following me, no matter where I went.

If I went to the kitchen, one of them would follow me.

If I went upstairs, one of them would follow me.

It was getting ridiculous!

"You guys do remember that I'm nineteen and capable of going to the bathroom alone, right?" I sighed as Peter followed me out of the living room. "It's not like there's a...toilet monster!"

I stopped in the middle of the hallway, the older Hale walking into my back.

Because of the fact that I no longer had my powers, it meant I no longer had my strength... This meant, as soon as Peter walked into me, I started to fly forwards. At least Peter's reflexes were so ninja like, catching me before I face planted the floor.

It was embarrassing that I had no control over myself anymore.

It was embarrassing that I had to rely on someone else to catch me when I tripped or stumbled.

It was just embarrassing.

"There isn't a toilet monster... Right?" I asked when I had found my footing again. "I mean, with everything else we've seen or you've seen or we're going to see..."

"No, there is not." Peter chuckled. "Maybe one day, in the far away future. But definitely not in this day and age, my boy."

Nodding my head, I let out a small sigh of relief. I mean the last thing I needed to worry about was something attacking me when I walked into the bathroom.

Like, I was already worried about stepping out on to the porch now! The porch!

"Peter?" I asked, quietly, when I started walking again, knowing that the older wolf was going to follow no matter what I said. "Ha-Have you seen anything like this before?"

"No, I haven't." he sighed, gently placing a hand on my shoulder.

"Do you think we can stop it?"

"Yes. Believe it or not, my boy, but you mean a great deal to all of us, especially to Derek and myself. We are going to do everything we possibly can to make this right."

"I-If we can't... If I do end up...you know. Will you guys... I mean, if it's not too much to ask... It's just, I..."

"We will be right there beside you, I promise you that. Every step of the way. You're not going through this alone, Stiles."

I tried to swallow past the slowly forming lump in my throat, nodding again.

Even though I didn't have my fox or wolf anymore, I still knew I could trust Peter. I could trust Peter and Derek and their Pack.

They were the only ones I could count on.

The only ones I could trust.

I knew that now... But it was still hard to try and open up fully, to tell them everything that had happened.

I still couldn't tell them about the asshole that helped create me.

It would take time before I could let them in that much. It would take time and a miracle before I could finally tell them the truth about that...

I may have spent more time in the bathroom than usual. But, hey, I had to get away from the two followers!

So, that may have been why I was sitting on the floor, leaning against the door, in the downstairs bathroom...

Could you blame me for wanting some alone time?

"Give up now and I'll give you all the alone time you could ever want." the witch's voice said sweetly in my head. "It would be so easy to do."

I seriously couldn't get a minute alone!

"So, what do you say Momma's Boy? Want me to end it for you?" she giggled. "Want me to make it all stop?"

I tried to ignore it.

I tried to block it out of my head.

I tried to focus on something else.

But she wouldn't let me.

"You know what else I could do? I could let daddy know exactly where you are. I could lead him right here." she said, airily. "Would you like that? Do you want to see daddy again? Want them all to find out about what really happened?"

And, yeah, that made me panic...

If my dad found out where I was, then I was dead.

If the others found out about my dad, then I was probably going to run.

If my dad found out the people I was living with were helping me, he'd probably try to kill them.

"Oooo, that's really got your heart going!" she gasped, excitedly. "Well, I won't use that just yet. I'll save that one for a...rainy day."

Jumping up onto my feet, I moved away from the door, gripping at my head as hard as I could in my weak, human state.

It was then that she started from the beginning, repeating everything she had said to me, every word overlapping each other.

Going around and around and around.

Slowly getting louder and louder and louder.

Mixing in with all of my thoughts.

My nails dug into the sides of my head just a little bit more, the pain doing nothing to stop the voices.

The pain doing nothing to help me.

But I couldn't stop.

Nothing would stop.

"LEAVE ME ALONE!" I screamed as the voices reached their climax.

And, just like that, it all stopped.

Just like that, there was no more noise.

Just like that, the silence was ringing in my ears.

I guess that was why it scared me so much when the door to the downstairs bathroom suddenly burst open.

I jumped back so much that lower back slammed into the sink, my right hip smacked the wall and my head hit the mirror.

"Son of a bitch!" I groaned.

Back in the living room, Derek had leeched away the pain as Peter kept me sitting on the couch, both of them refusing to let me get up and walk it off.

Both of them demanded to know what happened.

So I told them.

Both of them wanted to know what she said.

So I gave them a brief description, leaving out the bits about my dad.

Both of them asked how I got scratches on my head.

So I told them what I did.

None of that had helped with them leaving me alone for a minute to go somewhere by myself.

With Peter sitting to my right on the couch and Derek sitting to my left in his armchair – he dragged it further towards the couch – there was no way I could escape with one of them noticing.

Of course, they were both faster than me now, so it wasn't like I could escape anyway.

So, sighing, I sank back into the couch cushions, going back to researching. Of course, this time, I put my headphones in, deciding that music would be the best way to help me keep my cool at this point in time.

And, the first song on the list? I Just Wanna Run by The Downtown Fiction.

I just wanna run, hide it away
Run because they're chasing me down
I just wanna run, throw it away
Run before they're finding me out
I just wanna run
I just wanna run
I'm out here all alone
I try to call your house
Can't reach you on the phone
I'll gather up the nerve
I'm packing up my bag
It's more than you deserve
Don't treat me like a drag

The Nightcore version of this song was good too, though it was a little high to sing to.

I'm feelin' like I keep on talking
I'm repeating myself,
My words lost all meaning
I keep talking
I repeat myself
I just wanna run, hide it away
Run because they're chasing me down
I just wanna run, throw it away
Run before they're finding me out
I just wanna run (oh, oh, oh)
I just wanna run (oh, oh, oh)

But the original was good too, even if it was a bit slow...

Like a game of chess
I predict your move
I think I know you better
Better than you do
I'm sick of feeling cheap
Cheated and abused
Sick of losing sleep
Thinking about you
I'm feelin' like I keep on talking
I'm repeating myself,
My words lost all meaning
I keep talking
I repeat myself

Sometimes I found my taste in music strange... But I guess that's what made me, me.

I just wanna run, hide it away
Run because they're chasing me down
I just wanna run, throw it away
Run before they're finding me out
I just wanna run (oh, oh, oh)
I just wanna run (oh, oh, oh) throw it away
I just wanna run, hide it away
Run because they're chasing me down
I just wanna run, throw it away
Run before they're finding me out, out
I just wanna run
I just wanna run, hide it away
Run because they're chasing me down
I just wanna run, throw it away
Run before they're finding me out
I just wanna run (Hey, hey, hey, hey,...)
I just wanna run (won't find me out, won't find me out)
I just wanna run

At least I didn't go along with what people thought of me.

I showed them that, actually I was completely different to the picture that they had painted of me.

Relaxing a little more, I listened for the next song, smiling minutely as it came on.

I mean, the Nightcore-d version of Rolling in the Deep covered by Go Radio was awesome. Definitely better than Adele's version.

There's a fire starting in my heart,
Reaching a fevered pitch and it's bringing me out the dark.
Finally, I can see you crystal clear,
Go ahead and sell me out and I'll lay your ship bare,
See how I'll leave with every piece of you,
Don't underestimate the things that I will do.
There's a fire starting in my heart,
Reaching a fever pitch and it's bring me out the dark.
The scars of your love remind me of us,
They keep me thinking that we almost had it all.
The scars of your love, they leave me breathless,
I can't help feeling like
We could have had it all,
Rolling in the deep,
You had my heart inside your hands,
And you played it to the beat.

There was just something about songs being faster and sounding more rock-y that made me love them more...

Baby, I have no story to be told,
But I've heard one on you and I'm gonna make your head burn,
Think of me in the depths of your despair,
Making a home down there as mine sure won't be shared.
The scars of your love remind me of us,
They keep me thinking that we almost had it all.
The scars of your love, they leave me breathless,
I can't help feeling like
We could have had it all,
Rolling in the deep.
You had my heart inside your hands,
But you played it to the beat.
We could have had it all,
Rolling in the deep,
You had my heart inside of your hands,
But you played it with a beating.
Throw your soul through every open door (ooooh),
Count your blessings to find what you look for (ohhh).
Turn my sorrow into treasured gold (ooooh),
You'll pay me back in kind and reap just what you've sow

But, hey, everyone had their own opinion and everyone liked things a different way. I just so happened to like the Nightcore–Go Radio version of this song.

We could have had it all;
We could have had it all.
It all, it all, it all.
We could have had it all,
Rolling in the deep.
You had my heart inside of your hands,
And you played it to the beat.
We could have had it all,
Rolling in the deep.
You had my heart inside of your hands,
And you played it,
You played it,
You played it,
You played it,
You played it,
You played it,
You played it,
You played it to the beat.

What was so bad about that?

Nothing right?

Exactly!

I already knew what song was going to come on next. It was one that I had found recently, one that I thought was actually quite good.

Budapest by George Ezra.

I still found his last name to be kind of funny...

My house in Budapest
My, my hidden treasure chest,
Golden grand piano
My beautiful Castillo
You
Ooh, you
Ooh, I'd leave it all
My acres of a land
That I've achieved
It may be hard for you to,
Stop and believe
But for you
Ooh, you
Ooh, I'd Leave it all
Ooh, for you
Ooh, you
Ooh, I'd leave it all

Was it shallow to say that one of the many reasons – apart from the fact that he had great vocals and guitar playing – that I liked this song was because he was actually quite fit?

No?

Good...

Give me one good reason
Why I should never make a change
Baby if you hold me
Then all of this will go away
My many artefacts
The list goes on
If you just say the words
I I'll up and run
To you
Ooh, you
Ooh, I'd leave it all
Ooh, to you
Ooh, you
Ooh, I'd leave it all

The second time I played this song through, I was able to put a harmony to the chorus.

I was fairly proud of it, to be honest.

I mean, usually it took me a while before I could find a harmony that fit, but this one was rather easy.

Give me one good reason
Why I should never make a change
Baby if you hold me
Then all of this will go away
Give me one good reason
Why I should never make a change
Baby if you hold me
Then all of this will go away
My friends and family
They don't understand
They fear they'll lose so much
If you take my hand
But, for you
Ooh, you
Ooh, I'd lose it all
Ooh, for you
Ooh, you
Ooh, I'd lose it all.

As I looked through different sites and looked at different witches, I couldn't help but air guitar when I could get away with it...

It was a habit that I could never stop...

Give me one good reason
Why I should never make a change
Baby if you hold me
Then all of this will go away
Give me one good reason
Why I should never make a change
Baby if you hold me
Then all of this will go away
My house in Budapest
My, my hidden treasure chest,
Golden grand piano
My beautiful Castillo
You
Ooh, you
Ooh, I'd leave it all.
Ooh, for you
Ooh, you
Ooh, I'd leave it all

The last part was always my favourite.

Don't ask why, it just was.

I guess it was because all instruments – apart from vocals and guitar – were stripped away... It always sounded so nice.

And, speaking of things that sounded nice, the next song to come on was another favourite of mine.

It was the Boyce Avenue version of the Spanish song ¡Corre!

It was...an amazing song!

Me miras diferente
Me abrazas y no siento tu calor
Te digo lo que siento
Me interrumpes y terminas la oración
Siempre tienes la razón
Tú
Libreto de siempre
Tan predecible
Ya
Ya me lo sé
Así que
Corre, corre, corre, corazón
De los dos tú siempre fuiste el más veloz
Toma todo lo que quieras
Pero vete ya
Que mis lágrimas jamás te voy a dar
Así que
Corre como siempre, no mire atrás
Los has hecho ya
Y la verdad me da igual
Ya viví esta escena
Y con mucha pena
Te digo no
Conmigo no
Di lo que podía
Pero a media puerta se quedó
Mi corazón

I don't know what it was about this song that made me love it... All I knew was, that I did.

I mean, just the melody and the tune... They were amazing.

Tú
Libreto de siempre
Tan repetido
Ya no
No te queda bien
Así que
Corre, corre, corre, corazón
De los dos tú siempre fuiste el más veloz
Toma todo lo que quieras
Pero vete ya
Que mis lágrimas jamás te voy a dar
Así que
Corre como siempre, no mire atrás
Los has hecho ya
Y la verdad me da igual

I understood some of the words in the song, when I was reading the lyrics. But I was still learning Spanish... I did, however, know that 'Así que corre' translated to 'So run'.

Tú
La niña de siempre
Los mismos trucos
Ya
Ya me lo sé
Así que
Corre, corre, corre, corazón
De los dos tú siempre fuiste el más veloz
Toma todo lo que quieras
Pero vete ya
Que mis lágrimas jamás te voy a dar
Han sido tantas despedidas que en verdad
Dedicarte un verso más está de más
Así que
Corre como siempre, que no iré detrás

It was a beautiful song...

When I heard it back in 2012 I thought that in sounded like a nice song for a lullaby...

But, it wasn't like I was ever going to have kids. I mean, I was doomed to be forever alone.

Los has hecho ya
Y la verdad me da igual
Los has hecho ya
Y la verdad me da igual
Los has hecho ya
Pero al final me da igual

Sighing a little as the song finished, I rubbed my hands over my face, pausing my music, before pulling my headphones out of my ears.

"Never thought you would be one to listen to a Spanish song, my boy." Peter commented, softly.

"It's a good song." I shrugged. "If I like it, I'll listen to it."

The same thing that happened on Tuesday happened on Wednesday.

And Thursday.

And Friday.

The only times they – both of the Hales, as well as the rest of their Pack – didn't follow me, was when we were researching the witch and what she did to me, or when we were all eating.

It was Friday afternoon, after the Betas came back from the university, that I finally had enough.

All I did was go into the kitchen to grab some water. Surely I would be able to do that alone.

Nope!

I had not one, not two, but three of the Betas following me!

Three of them!

It was getting out of hand.

"Guys!" I yelled, spinning around to face them, the heads of everyone else in the Pack suddenly appearing around door frames. "I need some fucking room! I can't breathe with you all following me!"

And, then, for the first time since Monday, I went out onto the front porch, sitting on the swinging bench in the corner of it.

Of course, I didn't expect Allison to be out there, leaning over the rail.

She didn't seem to notice that I had come out. I mean, the front door was already open anyway, so it wasn't like she heard it open.

Looking at the hunteress I noticed that didn't look like her usual bubbly self. Her arms were wrapped around her stomach, eyebrows furrowed, biting her lip. Every time she looked down too far, catching sight of her arms, she just looked back up as fast as she could, shaking her head.

It didn't take a genius to figure out something was wrong here.

"Everything alright, Als?" I asked, quietly, getting up and walking over to her side.

Even though I did, kind of, sneak up on her, Allison didn't startle as much as I thought she would. Just jumped slightly and spun her head round a little to fast. But she relaxed quickly when she saw it was me.

"Everything's fine, sweetie. Don't worry." she replied, smile not reaching her eyes.

"Allison, I don't need to have my super hearing to know you're lying." I sighed. "Come on, I can't help if I don't know what's wrong. And, if you don't tell me, I'll keep going on about it or I'll ask one of the others."

"No! Please don't!"

"Then tell me what's wrong."

Allison stayed quiet for a moment, weighing up her options, before closing the door to the house and sitting down on the swinging bench.

Taking the initiative, I walked over, sitting beside her, looking straight ahead so I didn't unnerve her even more.

"There's this girl, Paige Anderson, she's in my gym class. She's one of the mean girls that every school has." Allison sighed. "She doesn't like me, never has. Paige always goes on about the 'perfect figure', how everyone should be this one size to be considered acceptable."

"Let me guess, she decided you were one of these people you didn't have this, so called, 'perfect figure'."

The hunteress nodded, looking down at her feet.

"I guess if you hear something enough, you start to believe it." she shrugged.

"Don't you dare!" I told her, bending so I could look her in the eye. "You are beautiful, Als! Fat, skinny, whatever, you are beautiful. You're way too tiny to be considered fat. And I'm pretty sure Scott would agree with me when I say you are perfect the way you are, so don't even try to lose any more weight, you skinny minny."

Allison gave a small chuckle, but still her smile didn't reach her eyes.

So I did the only other thing I could do.

Jumping up, I took my key to the house out of my pocket, unlocking the door. Shoving the small piece of metal back into my pocket, I ran into the living room where everyone else was sitting, grabbing my laptop, before racing back outside.

I was gone for, no more, than twenty seconds, but that was enough time for Allison to have made her way into the hallway of the house. So, grabbing her hand, I dragged her back outside with me, somehow managing to close to door behind us, as well.

Setting my laptop up on the swinging bench, I quickly pressed play on my music, only having a few seconds before the song actually started. But that was fine, I could say it quickly.

"Do you know why I don't care about people being the 'perfect figure'?" I asked, grinning.

"Why?" Allison asked, suspiciously.

And then I started singing...

"Because you know
I'm all about that bass
'Bout that bass, no treble
I'm all about that bass
'Bout that bass, no treble
I'm all about that bass
'Bout that bass, no treble
I'm all about that bass
'Bout that bass
Yeah, it's pretty clear, I ain't no size two
But I can shake it, shake it
Like I'm supposed to do
'Cause I got that boom boom that all the boys chase
And all the right junk in all the right places"

As I sang, I could help but dance...

And, because Allison was there, I couldn't help but make her dance with me.

"I see the magazine workin' that Photoshop
We know that shit ain't real
C'mon now, make it stop
If you got beauty beauty, just raise 'em up
'Cause every inch of you is perfect
From the bottom to the top
Yeah, my mama she told me don't worry about your size
She says, "Boys like a little more booty to hold at night."
You know I won't be no stick figure silicone Barbie doll
So if that's what you're into then go ahead and move along"

It got her to laugh! So at least I did my job and made her happy again.

I mean, that seemed all I was good for when I was human – cheering people up and researching, oh and cooking. That was it.

So I was going to do my damn best to help!

"Because you know I'm
All about that bass
'Bout that bass, no treble
I'm all about that bass
'Bout that bass, no treble
I'm all about that bass
'Bout that bass, no treble
I'm all about that bass
'Bout that bass
Hey!
I'm bringing booty back
Go ahead and tell them skinny bitches that
No I'm just playing. I know you think you're fat
But I'm here to tell ya
Every inch of you is perfect from the bottom to the top
Yeah my mama she told me don't worry about your size
She says, "Boys like a little more booty to hold at night."
You know I won't be no stick figure silicone Barbie doll
So if that's what you're into then go ahead and move along"

Hell, Allison even started singing along with me during the chorus! That was even better!

And, not only that, but she even started dancing without me making her!

That just made it all the more fun!

"Because you know I'm
All about that bass
'Bout that bass, no treble
I'm all about that bass
'Bout that bass, no treble
I'm all about that bass
'Bout that bass, no treble
I'm all about that bass
'Bout that bass
Because you know I'm
All about that bass
'Bout that bass, no treble
I'm all about that bass
'Bout that bass, no treble
I'm all about that bass
'Bout that bass, no treble
I'm all about that bass
'Bout that bass
Because you know I'm
All about that bass
'Bout that bass, no treble
I'm all about that bass
'Bout that bass, no treble
I'm all about that bass
'Bout that bass, no treble
I'm all about that bass
'Bout that bass
'Bout that bass, 'bout that bass
Hey, hey, ooh
You know you like this bass."

By the end of the song, Allison was laughing and grinning along with me, neither of us noticing that the song had started to play again, since I had put it on repeat.

"Don't let that bitch get you down, Als." I told her, swinging my arm around her shoulders. "She's not worth your time."

Saturday, March 15th 2014, I woke up way earlier than I should have.

But I couldn't get back to sleep.

It was too early to start breakfast.

It was too early to watch TV.

It was too early to draw.

It was too early to play guitar/sing/dance.

It was too early to do most things.

Not too early to train...

So, that's how I found myself down in the training room at one in the morning...

Hey, I told you it was early!

But the training would help me get rid of the anger that had been building ever since Monday, so it was kind of a win/win situation...

Besides, if I do a couple of hours, maybe I could get back to sleep for a little bit longer.

I had to try, right?

I woke up in my bed, again, around midday... So, I was able to get a little more sleep...

But, damn did I hurt all over!

It hurt even more when I had to walk down the stairs...

Literally, as soon as I walked into the kitchen, I dropped down into my chair, groaning. Everyone was looking at me as if I had just started speaking Greek, some of them trying not to laugh.

"What's wrong, Stiles?" Allison spoke up after a minute of two, sounding concerned.

"I don't know!" I groaned again. "My while body aches! Maybe I'm dying! It was that stupid witch, I know it was!"

And then Allison – along with Scott, Isaac, Erica, Boyd, Danny, Lydia and Jackson – were all giggling.

Giggling!

When I could be dying!

"What did you do last night?" she asked me.

"Trained." I replied, confused. "Well, it was at one in the morning, but that still counts."

"How long?"

"Maybe six or seven hours, no more than usual."

That's when all the Betas were in fits of laughter, leaning against the table to keep them on their chairs.

Derek and Peter were looking at them as if they were all crazy just like I was... I mean, what the hell was wrong with all of them?

There was something seriously wrong with me and they were laughing about it!

"Stiles, sweetie, you're just sore!" Allison giggled. "You worked your muscles too much."

Oh.

So I wasn't dying.

"You know what," I mumbled. "Being a human fucking sucks."

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