Chapter Two
Nuts
"Scott, something tells me that literally no one lives in this barely-developed housing development."
Scott had insisted on taking Stiles to see his "friend" who wanted to talk to him for reasons neither could figure out.
"Trust me." Scott responded, "If anyone was going to live here, it'd be him."
The shorter of the two led Stiles up a few flights of stairs and to a large sliding door, which he pulled open.
Stiles and Scott stepped inside, Stiles surprised by how actually livable the space was.
A "Hey." turned Stiles' attention to the guy on the couch, lying with his back to them, legs crossed.
"Stiles, Derek. Derek, Stiles." Scott said, introducing the two.
"Derek" swiveled, turning to look at the two teenagers, "So..." He said, standing and walking towards Stiles, "You're the Stiles I hear so much about."
"You talk about me?" Stiles asked, with a snicker, "I didn't know you cared."
In response, Scott pushed him lightly in the chest.
"It's your dreams I want to talk to you about." Derek said, "What you see."
Stiles blinked, "What? What I see?"
"You see things that others can't."
"Yeah." Stiles spat, "I'm aware. It's called being crazy." He turned and started to storm out, but what Derek said next made him stop.
"That's not what the MRIs say, is it?"
Stiles pressed his lips together, and said, not turning around, "What the hell would you know about my MRIs?"
"They don't say that you have the symptoms you do." Derek went on, as if Stiles had never spoken, "Your brain functions normally, give or take the anxiety, or depression. There is nothing to say you're crazy."
"Thanks." Stiles said, quietly, yet not void of annoyance, anger, and a bit of sadness, "I see why you needed me to come all the way out here to tell me what I already know."
He stormed off now.
"Stiles!" Scott tried to run after him, but Derek grabbed his arm.
"Let him go." He said.
"Why? What were you trying to tell him anyways?"
Derek let go of Scott, watching where Stiles had stormed out, his acute hearing telling him that he was down a few flights of stairs- way out of earshot.
"Stiles can see things others can't, as I said. But I didn't mean hallucinations."
Scott looked at him curiously, "Wha' d'you mean?"
Derek looked back at him, "He can see the future."
"The future." Scott raised his eyebrows, "Stiles." He pointed at the stairs that Stiles was now all the way down.
"Yeah. They think- he thinks- that he's crazy because he sees things he thinks can't be true. But they will be, he knows that. He just can't let himself believe it."
...
"Stiles!" Scott swung his leg off his bike, calling to Stiles getting out of his Jeep, who simply glared at him, shouldered his back and stormed into the school.
"Am I seeing that for the first time in my petty existence, you two fighting?" Issac Lahey asked, coming up behind Scott.
"That you are."
"Why?"
Scott explained what happened with Derek.
"Stiles." He pointed to the doors said mutual friend had just stormed through, "Scrawny, tall, slightly irritating Stiles is psychic?"
"Apparently."
Issac put his hands in a thinking position, "I mean... What if Derek's wrong? What if Stiles is just... Nuts?"
"He's not." Scott shouldered his bag, "At least, I hope he's not."
...
Lydia walked along side Allison out the door of the school.
"So... Your dad's trying to find what attacked that poor girl a few weeks ago?"
Alison nodded, "He might want your help, if he can't find it."
The sound of static hit Lydia's ears, and for a moment, she thought it was just Banshee stuff, before she saw Stiles in his Jeep, messing around with the dial on a walkie-talkie duct-taped onto his dashboard, and walked over.
"Stiles?"
He leaped, "Oh.. Lydia. Hey."
"What... Exactly are you doing?" Lydia asked, tilting her head for effect.
"Oh." He said, turning back to the walkie-talkie, "I'm trying to set it to the frequency the Sheriff's Station uses."
"For what purpose, exactly?"
He stopped, tapping his hands against the dash a few times, then looked up at her, "You ever get the feeling something really bad's going to happen?"
"Quite often." Lydia responded promptly, "Why?"
"Because... That girl that got attacked... I... I had a hallucination of it happening... Just these... These glowing blue eyes... And then, that night... It happened..."
Lydia nodded, "And you think someone's going to get attacked tonight?"
"No." Stiles said promptly, "I know someone's going to get murdered."
Lydia nodded, "You're right."
Stiles stared at her for a few seconds, his hand twitching the dial to the right frequency, "So... While we're waiting for someone to get brutally murdered, you wanna go get some drive-thru?"
Lydia stared at him, then smiled, "I'd love to." She tossed her car keys to Issac as he walked by. With lightning-fast reflexes, he caught them, "Take that back to my house for me, will you Issac? I'm off with Stiles for a bit."
When she wasn't looking, Stiles did a little victory dance to himself.
"Yeah." Issac said, grinning at Stiles, who gave him a double thumbs-up with an even wider grin, "Yeah, I got it."
"Thanks!" Lydia called. As she turned back and got in the car, Stiles shoved his hands in his pockets, "We off, then?" She asked with a smile.
"Yeah." Stiles smiled back, "Let's go."
...
"So we're just gonna sit here until there's a call on the frequency?"
"Yeah," Stiles said, "Pretty much."
"In an empty parking lot?" Lydia raised her eyebrows.
Stiles shoved some fries in his mouth, "Yea, pwebby mutt." He said through his food, then swallowed
Lydia chuckled, "You know, you're not so bad, Stiles."
He swallowed, smiling nervously, "So are you." He said, then his eyes widened, "I mean, you're not so bad, not you are so bad, I mean-"
"Shut up." She kissed him on the cheek to make sure he did just that.
He stared at her, face bright red, "Ahehe." He chuckled nervously.
All units! Attention all units! We have a code 187! I repeat, a code 187!
Stiles sat up straight.
"Code 187?" Lydia asked, fearing she already knew the answer, "What's that?"
"... A homicide."
...
The Jeep pulled up to the scene, Stiles and Lydia climbing out.
"Oh god..." Stiles whispered.
The body was mangled by slashes and tears, a clean line in his throat saying he was strangled by some sort of rope or cord, tape across his mouth to keep him quiet, presumably, and thrown atop the school as if making a statement.
To say there was blood everywhere would be an understatement.
Lydia stared at the body, her breath picking up as the screams of the soul who once inhabited it rolling through her head.
Stop! Stop, please! What are you doing? PLE- MMMM!
"Lydia?" Stiles put a hand on her shoulder, "Are you OK?"
MMMM! STMMM! PL-
And Lydia let out a scream that was, well, like a Banshee.
Stiles stumbled back, and the officers turned to stare.
Stiles blinked, turning to face the school parking lot, seeing the scene as if it were a hologram- a scene in a film played from a projector.
The man ran from someone- no, something- as it tore through the woods after him. It came out of the woods, blue eyes glowing-
"Stiles!" Lydia grabbed his arm, "What're you looking at?"
"I- ..." He looked back, seeing the parking lot, void of everything but the buses, "Nothing."
"Stiles Stan Stilinski!" Stiles cringed at the use of his full name- well, as close as it would get. The day his father used his real first name with his whole name was the day he died-, "What the hell do you think you're doing here?" His dad stormed over, "And you, too, Lydia."
"We knew something was going to happen." Lydia said, "We came to see what it was- and it was a homicide, just like we thought."
The Sheriff crossed his arms, "And how might you know that, exactly?"
"I hear things." Lydia said, "Voices... Whispers..." She looked up at the body, "I heard his last words. He pleaded, but his killer, whomever they be, didn't give him mercy."
"Dad." Stiles said suddenly, "give me your flashlight."
His dad was obviously spooked by what Lydia had said, but despite that, handed it to Stiles, who flashed it on the dark wall, illuminating a message written in blood.
He is not the last. It said, Not by a long shot.
...
Dun dun duuuuun
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