Chapter 6: Abomination Part 2

This chapter was a little harder to write because of the recent episode of Glee, but I got it done anyways. So, here's the second installment of Abomination and I hope you guys enjoy it! Also thanks for all the wonderful reviews, they were all flawless and made me feel tons better! Especially the cheese slipping off the cracker one, I've never heard the expression before and I'm totally storing that on away for future use~

Dying feels...weird, for a lack of a better word. Not a bad weird (well, the first part was), but an okay weird. I'll give it a seven out of ten. The bright side of it was that the burning in my lungs had ceased as well as the insane, splitting headache. The downside was that it was dark. And wet. And freezing. Wasn't there supposed to be a light or something? I can't even remember what my last words were. I do know it wasn't anything cool like, "Hey, toss me that knife!" or "I drank what?"

Anyway, the best part about all of this? It was incredibly peaceful. I could breath. There was no burning, crying, useless coughing, failing, cramping, and most importantly; I didn't have lungs filled with water. In fact, I was breathing just fine. A little too fine.

"C'mon, Charlie..."

Okay, so I'm not alone in this damp, dark afterlife. My chest felt like someone was pounding on it repeatedly. Which was weird because I was fine a second ago. "C'mon, Charlie," I heard Stiles mumble.

Wait, so Stiles is dead too? Bummer. Poor Sheriff Stilinski.

"I can hear her heart beating," Derek said. Okay, if Miguel is here, then I'm definitely not dead because no matter how many times you kill Miguel, he comes back. He's like a cat with nine lives. Or more probably.

Suddenly the pounding on my chest had stopped. My body jerked and the next thing I knew I was awake and on my side coughing up water. The chlorine was fresh in my nose and burned badly. Okay, I'm 100% sure students use the pool for peeing.

"Ew," I croaked. I took a deep breath, only to cough up more water. My stomach rolled and I felt the contents of stomach coming up next. I felt a hand on my back to help guide me in a sitting position. I took in my surroundings after my fit was over. Derek and Erica had disappeared and Scott and Stiles were both at my side.

"Are you okay?" Scott asked. I shook my head silently as I tried to regulate my breathing. It felt like I just ran a marathon and I definitely came in last place.

"Hey!" Someone yelled. Everyone turn in sync to the source of the voice to see who was yelling. "I said hey!"

Geez. This dude didn't even give us a chance to respond the first time. "McCall, Stilinski! What do guys think you're doing?"

Oh. It was Matt. And he was pissed.

Stiles stood up to meet Matt who was storming over toward Scott and I. Scott stayed behind to help me up. Matt brushed past Stiles without missing a beat. "What the hell happened?" He asked again. I, on the other hand, was too focused on breathing and not throwing up anything else. Unfortunately, another coughing fit was making an appearance which only upset Matt more. He walked over and wrapped an arm protectively around my shoulder which caused Scott to back off.

"Well..." Stiles began, looking at Scott. He fidgeted a bit only to be cut off by a seething Matt.

"Which one of you pushed her in? You told them you can't swim, right?" He added to me quietly. Without waiting for my response, he continued with his tangent. "Was it you, Stilinski? Dude, she can't swim!"

"I-we-I didn't thi—," Stiles stuttered. "It was an accident. We were just goofing around a-and she-"

"How long was she under there?"

"Not even two minutes," Scott answered, taking a step closer to us. Matt's grip tightened around me in response.

"How would you know, McCall? Were you even paying attention. Or were you on the phone with your little girlfriend," he mocked bitterly.

Scott put both his hands up defensively. "I-"

"Save it. It doesn't even matter because what's done is done and now you idiots know better," he concluded. "We're leaving," he concluded with finality. Normally, I would've defended Scott and Stiles to the end of the earth and back, but I just nearly drowned and was still soaking wet.

The ride home was filled with rant after rant about Stiles, Scott, and how I needed to be more careful. Honestly, he wasn't telling me anything I already knew. Once we reached home, we both noticed that our dad's car was there. "You're not gonna tell are you?" I asked in a quiet voice.

Matt placed a hand to his temple and continued staring through the windshield. "Why shouldn't I?"

"Because the guys would be in so much troub-"

"Charlotte, you've gotta stop defending them. You could have died tonight because of those idiots."

"Those idiots saved my life, thank you!"

"Fine, whatever. I won't tell and it's your stupid decision to not tell anyone either," he huffed. I nodded once in response. Not only was he being beyond annoying, I also had the worst headache in my life. "As long as you're not hanging around them anymore."

Did I want to exacerbate the worst headache of my life by arguing with Matt? No. Will that stop me? Nope. "Matt, you're not the boss of me."

"I don't have to be to tell dad."

I scoffed weakly. "Why are you so keen to tell?"

"Because the same thi-. I don't want you to-. Forget it," he finished, getting out of the car. I watched him with utter confusion on my face as he stomped away like he practically had a tantrum. Well, that was way easier than I could have ever imagined.

I followed after him, listening to my shoes make a squish noise as I took timid steps. I managed to sneak in unnoticed behind Matt despite his lame attempts to keep quiet. As soon as I got to my room, I picked out some sweatpants and another stolen lacrosse shirt. I took a quiet, quick shower and decided to nature do its job with my hair. Tiptoeing back to my room was ten times easier without the squeaky shoes.

"Hey," Isaac greeted, making me jump on the spot. "Heard what happened. You feeling okay?"

"Did you hear how psycho Matt went too?" I asked rhetorically, ignoring his question. I felt like death. My head still hurt and it still felt like there as water sitting in my lungs. And I was guaranteed to have a cold for the next week thanks to the disgusting pool water. I angrily tossed my clothes into my hamper and sat myself down on the corner of my bed to face Isaac.

"Nah, Derek didn't mention it."

"Whatever," I sighed. "Where've you been, anyway? Definitely could have used you tonight."

"Around," he shrugged. "Getting my ass kicked by Derek on a daily basis."

I ran a hand through my still drying hair and sighed. "At least tell me if my swimming lesson was worth it tonight."

"Sort of. We got a name—Kanima—well, a Kanima, and apparently Stiles has the bestiary."

"But…" I egged on knowing that there's always something else.

"It's in a weird language no one can read."

"Right, of course it is," I nodded, "How did he find it?"

Isaac shrugged again. "Derek just said that Stiles has the flash drive it's on and it's in some weird language no one can read."

"Flash drive?"

"Yeah, the one on Gerard's keys."

Son of a bitch. The flash drive on Gerard's keys. I guess that makes more sense than a book as old as Gerard himself. "So, I threw myself to the wolves—kanimas, actually, for no reason?" I grumbled. I picked up my legs so I was leaning against the headboard next to Isaac. "What else happened?"

"He also said he doesn't trust you," Isaac added quietly. I'm not surprised Miguel the sassy werewolf doesn't trust me, but I just wanna know why.

"Why?"

"Because the Kanima never attacked you."

"Is he insane? I nearly drowned tonight because it was about to."

"Key word being about," he mocked in a deep voice trying to imitate Derek's. "He thinks if it was gonna attack you, it should have by now."

I pursed my lips in thought and pulled my knees to my chest. I mean, he did say that. And he was right. Up until I tossed Stiles's phone off to Stiles. Never got a thank you for that, did I? Isaac silently played with a loose string on my pillow case. "Oh my god, he's not kill gonna me is he?" I asked with wide eyes. Isaac's eyes widened to the size of saucers and ditched the pillow he was holding.

"No, no," he denied. "He's not killing anything until they find out more information, but even then I wouldn't let him."

I blushed lightly before letting out a dry laugh. "Didn't you just mention something about Derek kicking your ass on a daily basis?" I asked rhetorically. The situation in its entirety doesn't bother me because hey, who walks around pumping the life back into people they don't trust? Miguel.

He rolled his eyes playfully. "Maybe." After a silent pause, Isaac looked back up from his pillow and looked at me with a serious expression. "Seriously, Charlie, you have to be more careful."

"I know." I looked away from his intense gaze buried my face in my hands. "I'm trying."

"Promise me, because this Kanima thing is bigger, stronger, and faster than all of us," he stressed. "On top of that, Derek's planning something and you don't wanna get caught up in the crossfire. Again," he added as an afterthought. I nodded silently as an empty promise. "It's just...I already buried my brother and my dad..."

Hearing Isaac mention his family made my chest feel heavier than it did all night. I moved to scoot closer so I was properly sitting in front of him. Lifting my head, I swallowed thickly and held out my pinky for him to take. "I promise."

Isaac looked confused for a split second until he linked his pinky with mine. I doubt he would ever break my pinky if I broke my promise, but that didn't make it any less true.

"Thank you," he whispered, glancing down at my lips. I nodded silently again and began leaning toward him with a bundle of nerves sitting in my stomach. He started to close the small gap between us until he froze with a frown on his face.

Crap, I've should've dug out the Listerine.

"Someone's coming," Isaac whispered.

Maybe it's Matt bringing me mouthwash.

"Who is it?"

"I don't know," he shrugged, still listening.

"Well c'mon, Nancy Drew. You don't recognize their heartbeat or anything?"

"I know it's not your brother or Scott..." He trailed off. Slowly, our faces morphed into the same expression.

"Your dad."

"My dad."

Isaac shuffled quietly to my door. "I'll see you at school tomorrow," he mumbled before placing a quick kiss on my cheek and disappearing down the hall to Matt's room. I grinned to myself as I settled into bed to give the illusion that I was sleeping soundly. I heard the door open and shut, assuming it was my dad checking on me. "Char, cut the crap. I know you don't smile in your sleep," someone quipped after they shut my door.

I opened one eye to see Stiles standing in the middle of my room with his hands stuffed in his pockets. I silently untangled myself out of bed to look out my window only to see no signs of Stiles's jeep. "How did you..?"

"I parked a couple blocks away," he explained, pointing in the general direction of his vehicle. "I just wanted to see if you were okay and apologize for everything."

I shrugged and sat up on the edge of my bed. "It's cool. My entire body hurts from the inside out, I'm the most exhausted I think I've ever been in my entire life. But I got some free lip action from Miguel so I'd say it was definitely not wort—"

"What?"

"What?"

"Derek didn't give you mouth to mouth, I did."

Oh. I guess that made more sense since my chest felt like someone was beating it before the pool water made an appearance on the floor when I woke up. "Well, you give really good mouth to mouth action. Some would even say life changing."

Talk about word vomit, man. I didn't even bother trying to redeem myself from that one because there was just no going back. Especially with that smug look on Stiles's face. I'm pretty sure I inflated his ego to the size of Jupiter.

"Listen, I'm really tired so I'm gonna try to get some sleep." Stiles didn't say anything, but instead kept giving me that look on his face. "Just please say your piece so you can feel better and get out."

I didn't mean for it to come out so abrasively. But I did nearly drown tonight and Stiles had interrupted some serious potential lip action from Isaac.

"Oh, yeah," he said, dropping his smug facade. "Uh, sorry. I didn't think you were just gonna..." He trailed off to gesture his hand sinking dramatically. I lifted an eyebrow silently as his poor rendition of me nearly drowning. Three out of ten, bro. "Hey, now I know what to get you for your birthday this year!" He added hopefully.

"I think my chances of getting in another body of water have reduced to negative so don't bother."

Stiles slumped at another negative response and sat on the corner of my bed. He played with his hands and took a deep breath through his nose. "I'm sorry."

I shrugged after a dramatic pause. "I don't know what to tell you," I began sadly. "Accidents happen. I mean, how else did you get here?"

Now it was my turn to smirk because the look on Stiles face was absolutely priceless. "You...suck," he finished lamely.

"Mhm," I mumbled. There was no way I could accept his apology right now. These past two days have been entirely too traumatic. Not that it was Stiles's fault.

"Thanks," he said while sending me a small smile. I stood up and stood in front of him. I opened my arms and waited for him to comply. I wasn't a big hugger, but Stiles actually gives really good hugs if he's not squeezing the life out of you because he thinks it's funny. He complied by wrapping his arms around my waist and squeezing lightly. "I'll apologize to your brother tomorrow," he piped up.

I pulled away from him to give him a surprise look. "Really? That's mature of you."

"I know. Unlike you, who flaunts stolen merchandise in people's faces," he stressed eyeing my shirt. I frowned and looked down to examine my (definitely Stiles's) shirt.

"He who tossed it lost it, Stilinski," I said knowingly.

"That's not a real expression!"

"Tell that to your missing shirts."

And that's the end of Abomination! Review, please?