Another lightning flashes.
"You need to calm down" Uncle Jeremy says when he opens the door for her.
"Yeah, it's easy for you to say" Allison grunts. "It wasn't you after who they sent a hitman when you were just four years old" Adds sharply.
"What really matters here is that you're lived" He pointed out getting into the driver's seat and turning on the wipers so they can see their way through the thick blanket of water.
"Yeah, I'm alive because my mom sacrificed herself. Just what anyone wants to hear, you're really good giving advises" She says sarcastically and another thunder cracks loudly when he turns on the engine.
"You seriously need to chill out" He says with a stark look fixed on the road.
"How am I supposed to do that? Tonight I learned again that my whole life has been a lie, it doesn't matter how many times I think I found the truth, there is always some shit hidden beneath and to not mention the fact that I confirmed that I can't trust my dad"
"You're being too hard on him" Uncle Jeremy affirms as he takes the curve following Allison's fingers as guide. "Of course you can trust your dad"
"But he doesn't trust me" Allison replies with sadness and now tears climb to her eyes. She isn't just mad, she is pretty sad too. There are so many things stuck in her chest right now and she doesn't know which one she should let out first.
"That's not…" He tries to reply.
"He doesn't trust me" She repeats. "He thinks I'm going to screw everything up, that I'm going to be a crappy binder if I try to help him, that's the reason he didn't tell me where he was going"
It is so hard and painful to hear. Even harder coming from herself, but it is the truth.
"Where now?" Her uncle asks and she snaps.
"Take the left, three blocks straight and then turn right" She replies listlessly as she notices the excitement in his voice. It is true. Her dad and her uncle hadn't see each other in ages, it must be weird to show up in his stash all out of the blue with his brother. She misses her dad so hard, but right now…All she wants is to slap him.
She thought brings another lightning.
Uncle Jeremy spins the steering wheel quickly as the intense light blinds them and Allison's heart gives a lurch.
"Are you trying to kill us?" He grunts. "Control your emotions!" He orders moodily as he takes back the control of the car and keeps driving while Allison looks through her mirror the charred spot on the street where the lighting hit.
"Did…Did I really do….Did I really do that?" She says thrilled and frightened at the same time.
He nods without taking his eyes of the road. "You're everything they said you would be"
She bits her lip and again tears climbs to her eyes. What is happening to her?
"Why are you so upset about it? This is the first day you bind in your whole life? Didn't you feel before that you weren't like the others?"
"I'm normal! I'm like anyone else!" She says with fury. "I'm just…This is so weird. I always did bind small things in the past. Nothing with this proportions. I mean, since I woke up this morning I barely saw the sun, and it won't stop raining. Can a binder really have such power?"
Uncle Jeremy shakes his head and stops the car. Allison's blood turns cold and she holds her breath.
"Is this the street?" He asks thoughtful.
Allison nods. She would be impressed that her dad would hide in such hideous place if it wasn't before she knew this place already.
"In which one is his apartment?" He asks.
"Is the one in the middle" Allison says pointing the one with the worn front door and the dull light bulb on top.
He approaches the place and stops the car again. They climb down and the rain soaks Allison in a blink. They run to the door and come inside.
Allison shivers as she looks around the lobby to make sure they are alone.
She hears an explosion and jumps on her feet. The whole room becomes dark and she shrieks.
"Allison! Calm down or you're going to get us in trouble" Her uncle urges her.
It…It was me? She thinks with dread.
"I'm sorry" She breaths in and tries to keep her mind blank.
Uncle Jeremy unwraps his coat and puts it around Allison's shoulders. She breaths out relieved by how warm it is even when outside is flooding so badly.
"Where is it?" He asks in a whisper.
"Follow me" She replies as she walks toward the stairs as a thought crosses her mind and she snaps.
"Why you said no when I asked if a binder really can control a whole city's weather?"
"We shouldn't be talking about this things in this place, someone could listen" Her uncle mutters.
"It's okay, I just put everyone to sleep"
Uncle Jeremy stops short and looks at Allison straight in the eye.
"What?" Allison frowns.
"How did you do that without training?" He asks blinking.
"Do what?" Allison says with concern, why he is acting so weird all suddenly?
"Put everyone to sleep in the building" He says as he resumes his walk.
Put who to sleep? "Are you okay? Uncle Jeremy?"
"Allison, you just said that you put everyone to sleep in here" He points out.
Allison shakes her head angry. "How am I going to do that? I can't even control this stupid rain!"
"I heard you! You said it" He accuses.
Why…Why he is doing this right now?
"The only thing I said in the past ten minutes was a question and you haven't answered yet" She replies bitterly as she stops before the door and make his signs to follow her.
Here they are. Her dad's secret apartment. This is the perfect place for hiding considering that no one knows about it and her dad can spy anyone from inside and stay safe at the same time.
"Do you have a key?" Her uncle urges her.
Shit. Allison forgot that she needs a key and she doesn't remember where it is. The last time she….
It opens itself.
Allison gaps.
"See? Common binders aren't so strong" Her uncle says stepping next to her. "You would need twenty years of training and fifty binders to control a city's weather, and to not mention sending people to sleep without even interacting with them"
Allison holds her breath.
"You would need decades of hard training and instruction to do all the things you have been doing since this morning Allison, and the worst of all is that you make it look like child's play"
….
"He is not there Allison"
"What?" Asks Dylan's voice is a mutter.
Stiles opens his eyes groggily and looks at his side. Dylan tosses on the bed with his eyes closed.
"So you speak on your dreams" Stiles says with a smirk on his lips. He is smiling, but…For some reason he is angry, but not just angry. He is furious, he is mad at someone.
Derek.
Why…Why Derek comes to his mind so suddenly? And why he is so mad at him?
His head spins and he is dazed. He can hear rain in the outside and the air is cold, yet he is warm, no. Hot. He is burning with anger and fury, he wants to find him and hurt him.
He knows he is mad at Derek almost all of the time for being such a douche, but…Does he really want to…To murder him?
He is so confused, even when he has reason to want Derek death –To turn Scott human again, for example- He is feeling this unnatural and almost alive need to find him right now and kill him. It is stupid, Stiles doesn't feel able to kill anyone, even Derek or that Fenrir that has come to kill them all, but again…Why?
Maybe it has something to do with his sleep. He can't remember what he was dreaming just a minute ago, all he can remember is the touch of cold drops on his clothes and an intense light almost falling right on top of him. What does this have to do with that broody werewolf?
It's better if he gets some sleep, it will help to clear his mind and luckily his homicidal instincts will be gone in the morning.
Stiles takes a look at Dylan again and smiles. He looks so happy and peaceful in his sleep. He gets below the covers again and closes his eyes.
"Stiles…" The boy says in a mutter.
"Yeah?" Stiles asks half-asleep.
"I'm hungry"
Again? This is not normal. What kind of five year old is hungry at two am after almost eating a whole fridge himself?
"I'll see what I can find in the kitchen" He says with tiredness and comes out of bed.
He comes out of his room half-awake, almost dragging himself out. He almost falls down the stairs and turns on the light of the living room. He looks for his dad's coat in the couch, but it isn't there. He is not home yet.
Stiles breaths out with some sadness and scrubs his eyes to finish waking up. What is going on in the hospital? He barely sees his dad lately, he should go and inspect, but if his dad or Derek…Derek…There he is again. Why…Why he has this weird need to wrap his hands around his neck?
He hate him. He is a monster! He has to kill him himself with his own hands for what he did!
Stiles snaps. What…What was that? Damn! It finally happened. He went nuts.
He gets into the kitchen and goes to the fridge, snatches some lettuce, ham and cheese to prepare a sandwich for Dylan. There is something seriously wrong about his kid. He's always hungry and tired, he sleeps too much for someone of his age and that hunger…He should be puking right now for the amount of food that he engulfed today, and yet…Maybe he is sick. Stiles should Google about it after finishing the sandwich, because it doesn't make any sense, and then there is the fact that he couldn't cross the line of…
What was that?
He can swear he saw a shadow out of the… He shakes his head. He is really tired, maybe he can make his research tomorrow morning. Between Dylan's hunger, Stiles question's, his concern about the wolves situation, his dad staying to late night in the hospital, his classes and now his craving for killing Derek, he just….This is much of what he can bear. He really is losing his mind.
He finishes the sandwich and the takes the knife to the sink to wash it.
He spins the key and feels the extremely cold water piercing his skin. He groans and looks up to take the towel to dry his hands and now he not just see it, but listens to it.
Something just moved outside.
Stiles holds his breath and pretends he is still drying his hand. The bush in the right edge of Scott's house, it moved slightly, which is easy to understand considering how hard is raining outside, but…The shadow….A shadow too big for that bush.
Stiles squints through the layer of the rain behind the window, he can see something glowing, something blue, a pair blue circles swaying slowly.
Stiles finishes and steps back without detaching his eyes from it until it is out of sight.
He draws his phone and hurries to dial. He picks up instantly.
"What do you want?" He asks with his usual annoyance.
He hates him. He wants him death. He is going… No!
"De…Derek"
"I'm busy right now, what do you want?" He grunts.
"Are…Are you spying on me again?" Stiles asks hoping he is right, even when it sounds weird and wrong in so many ways.
"What? No! Why I would do that?"
"So…You…You're not outside my house?"
"No"
Oh shit.
….
They are coming. As soon as she is gone he hears them stamping, fighting their way out of the cabin to put their claws on him.
He runs. This is the chance he craved so hard and he can't miss it. They were going to kill him. Everything would have been lost if…If it wasn't for her.
Why?
He keeps asking himself that question over and over in his mind, as the darkness of the forest mixed with the downpour blind his senses. He can't see them, hear their strides or feel their smell. But he knows they are coming. That's the reason why he must keep running without look back.
"Where is he?" He finally hears a voice say.
"I think he went this way" A feminine voice replies and he stops to a halt and hides behind a tree.
The bitter cold rain makes his teeth chatter, but he manages to keep them still and he squints to see through the large and heavy drops hoping he can scrap into the dark and find them plotting there.
"He went this way" Erica's voice says and now Chris makes out a hand pointing to the opposite to him.
Great.
He breathes out some relief and decides to wait for them to leave until getting back into his cave. It is dangerous to look for his way out of the forest in this conditions, even with his luck, he is not sure of where he is and if he might end up running into them eventually.
"I think I heard something" Theodore says thoughtful.
"Come one, do you really think he would be stupid enough to go back to the cabin?" Deborah chortles.
"Stupid, or smart?" Theodore replies.
"So what we should do?"
"Let's split"
"Are you crazy?" Eric says shocked.
"What's the matter? Are you scared of a hungry old man?" Theodore mocks.
"Alright, but if I catching I'll get the credit"
"If I catching, no one will get any credit because he will be death by then"
"Stop saying crazy shit, Damian is going to kill us if we lose Argent"
"We will lose more times and our heads if we don't move right now" Deborah urges and they all grow silent.
Chris takes a deep breath and shuts his eyes. He is counting in his mind. Even when it might look like a torture to reach five saying each number on his mind, he reaches ten and then he finally stands up.
He looks around. He thinks he knows where he is, but this annoying rain blurring his vision, it is a bit complicated for him to confirm where he is, especially in the dark.
He looks up and since is so cloudy, he can't find stars in the sky to guide him, but he can listen to the dripping on water. He knows what that sound means. He is near the lake.
Guided by his ear he starts following his ears and making sure to stay undercover.
After another ten minutes he can see a vast display of darkness right ahead. There is no gnarled and scrawny shapes. Wind blows free and wild, making him shiver with every steps he takes. He got to the lake, if he can follow the lakes' trace we will find his stash eventually, now all he has to do is…
"I knew I heard something" A mocking voice says from behind and Chris' blood turns colder than this unmerciful weather.
He spins but is too late. They are already on top of him. They are two, a man whose face he can't make out in the dark and the she wolf he guesses must be Deborah.
He pins Chris' head to the muddy ground. He notices now that the lake flooded a bit, because his head is now under….
He can't breathe. He is chocking, he throws his hands up looking for something to hold on to, to fight but he is so tired. He has been fighting for his life for so long, is something that never ends. He just want to leave everything behind now.
He can hear his own heartbeat. He is about to reach a minute and a half without breathing while the claws of his chapter keep digging deeper into his throat.
If it wasn't for Allison…He would have given off a long time ago. He just can't stay arms crossed. Die like a simple person and leaving his girl behind.
He has no weapons, he is tired and hungry. He is a feral animal. He can see it now.
Chris grabs the wolf's arm with both hands and kicks up. The werewolf steps back moaning holding his crotch as Chris takes his chance and comes out of the water taking a big gulp of cold and fresh air into his lungs.
"You won't get away with his" Deborah roars.
She lumbers to him and Chris prepares to dodge but she never gets there. She is swept to the side like a rag doll.
Chris blinks a couple of times relieved and confused, and now he can see the large and furry shadow of a scaring monster.
It snarls and Chris shivers.
….
"So, I'm a freak even among binders" She stutters as the cold sweeps her again.
"Is not…I…I don't know how to explain this, but there is nothing you should feel ashamed about. You're special"
I'm a frigging monster.
"We will talk about this later, okay? We must find your dad before it is too late" He says with concern.
"Too late for what? Do you know something I don't?"
"Allison, the size and the strength of the storm you created is not normal, an according to today's forecast, it would be a sunny day"
"So what? Maybe they just made a mistake"
"Forecast aren't wrong ever, that's what they make you believe"
"Who?" She frowns making him signs to follow her inside.
They are in her dad's secret apartment. She hadn't been here in months, since the last time she came hoping to find him here.
"The STCU"
"So…Every time that the sky…"
He nods looking around. "This place is empty" Says balling his hands.
"Easy, there is a secret room below" She explains pointing at the main room where the dresser awaits for her.
"So, you think that whatever I did might draw their attention because it wasn't something they had plan or under control?"
"That's right, they control everything and has eyes everywhere, a storm of this size…"
"Those are great news!" Allison says relieved for the first time in days.
"No Allison, those aren't good news"
"Why?" She says angrily as she enters the room and slides her hand inside the gap of the dresser's. "They are powerful, they can come here and destroy those bastards"
"Is not that easy, we must find your dad first, alright?" He advises.
"Why? Don't you see that all our problems can disappear in matter of days? I have a bad feeling, I've been having it the whole year and today! Today it is especially strong, I live in fear, I can't sleep, it's driving me crazy, I feel like something awful will happen in matter of seconds, or hours and I won't be able to stop it!"
"Allison, we must find your dad first. We can't attract the STCU here just yet, if those wolves have been quiet and I hadn't make much noise in the past days, is because they don't want them here yet"
"So? Is better that way!" She roars. "If they don't know they are coming it will be even better!"
"You don't understand! You're a child, you're not trained. It would be dangerous for all of us if you call them" The man says furiously. "Promise me you won't do anything"
Allison's bottom lip wobbles. Why? Why he is acting this way? Doesn't he understand?
"Promise it to me Allison, promise me that you won't do any calls to the STCU until your dad and I agree is the right moment"
"I won't accept any orders from you until you tell me the reason"
"You want a reason?" He scoffs with despise in his voice. "Great, here is it" He takes a minute to stare at Allison straight in the eye with disgust.
"Your dad and I did something many years ago, and we have been in danger our whole lives. Before we can decide to call the STCU we must talk with a lot of people and make some deals to make sure we will be safe after all this ends"
"What? But…" More questions. Again there are more questions inside her head.
What…What they could have done to have to make deals before getting any help?
"I won't say anything else, this is personal information and it should be your dad who gives you answers about it, now take me with him, the sooner we meet, the quicker we will put an end to all this"
Allison nods a bit embarrassed. She gets into the iron ladder and climbs down in the darkness until she feels the ground beneath her feet. All she can hear now the thuds on the metal as uncle Jeremy follows her down.
Once in the tunnel that takes to the room she feels how anxiety grows inside her. She feels what she might find out now about her dad. The more she learns about him, the less she likes.
When they reach the arc she tugs out her phone and turns on the flashlight.
He is not here.
Is easy to say, even when the room is large it is all covered with cobwebs, there aren't any screens or computers neither a single chair. It looks just as it looked the last time she was here.
"Is here?" Uncle Jeremy asks with disappointment.
Allison nods. "This doesn't make any sense. I thought…I thought he would be here! I thought that when he said he couldn't tell me where he was going, was hoping for me to look him here!" She shouts furiously.
"Why he keeps doing this to me? Why he can't trust me? I could be of help to him"
"Allison…"
"I'm so angry! I'm sick of all this, of my dad lying, of going to bed scared as shit, of pretending that everything is fine at school, or my friends keeping me secrets none….None of this would have happened if it wasn't for Derek Hale, he tried to kill me, he killed my mom, he turned Scott into a wolf! He was the leader of those motherfuckers that killed all those people months ago, it has always been him. It will always be him, until…Until I kill…"
"Allison!"
"I'm going to kill him. I'm going to…"
"What's that?" Uncle Jeremy asks frowning.
"What?"
He takes her hands and aims it to the left corner to her, the flashlight lights up the wall and the ground and then Allison spots it. Something shines in there. They both approach slowly and she kneels to take a better look.
Laying in the ground is a silver knife, shimmering with the light of the flashlight.
"Blessed silver, it's not the best, but it still can be useful to defend yourself"
Allison takes it in her hand and grips it tight when an stronger glint almost blinds her
She squints and takes the tiny object in her hand, it is an arrow head. But it has a strong hole around it that makes almost impossible to look at it directly.
"Careful with that" Uncle Jeremy warns her.
"Why? The halos can't hurt humans"
"Who said that? Anyway, I'm not talking about them. Do you see the yellow patch in the tip?"
Allison squints a little more and finds a short yellow stain right when her uncle points out.
"Is temero"
"Temero?" Allison repeats confused.
"Poison itself, something despiteful and forbidden. You can recognize it by its greenish yellow color and for containing blessing proprieties within weapons"
"What do you mean despiteful?"
He chuckles. "It is the original poison, they say it can kill any living creature in seven minutes, and not just that, during those seven minutes you will remember the most painful and hurtful moments of your lives, it not only kills your body, but your soul"
Allison holds her breath.
"I wonder where your dad got this, it needs strong bindings"
"So what?"
"Your dad can't bind anymore"
Something shudders inside her. She is not sure but she keeps hearing that, or she just imagines she did? At this point she isn't sure of anything in her life anymore. "Why you say that?"
"He must be seriously desperate for killing and torturing"
Answers. Answers. She isn't sure why she keeps bothering on trying to get them, they will never lead them anywhere. "I'll take it with me" She affirms with bitterness.
"You must be careful with that thing, you only have one shot and you must be utterly sure of who you're using it"
Derek. His name comes to her mind almost instantly.
"I think I know where Derek is, we can go now. We can finish him together"
Uncle Jeremy's eyes pop open. "Are you crazy? Didn't you hear what I just said?"
"Yeah, that's why I'm sure. I don't just despise him, it isn't just hatred. I need him to die. I see it clear now Uncle Jeremy. I can't trust anyone in this world, no my friends, or you, not even my own father and all because of Derek. He destroyed my life and I'll destroy him and will enjoy every second of those seven minutes"
He looks at her with some terror.
"Allison! This has been a long day for you, there are so many things you discovered and you need to get some rest"
"All I need is to find Derek!" She roars and tears climbs to her eyes. Why he doesn't understand? Why he can't see how broken she is? She won't be the same ever again, not after all the things she have lived and learned. She is so lost and she can't see a light at the end of this dark tunnel. There is nothing here for her anymore.
"You don't know what you want! You're drunk and confused, rage has took over you. If that Derek is the same Derek that murdered your mom, he is a token, he is a chance if we use him wisely when…"
"I don't care! I want him dead!"
"Enough!" He growls furiously.
Allison bits her tongue and balls her hands.
"I'm taking you home Allison and we will not discuss any more of this until we find your father"
"But…"
"I mean what I just said, now let's get out of here. We have school tomorrow and you're drunk"
Allison's breathing comes out of control, but she follows him.
To her surprise, Scott isn't home neither his mom when she arrive. She doesn't bother to cook or eat. She just take a hot bath to wash the rain off her. When she gets in bed the world she finds out that the storm got even worse in the last hour. She sighs hoping she can calm herself.
Takes her phone in her hand to look for Scott's numbers. She knows she is mad at him for some many reason, but know she now fears for his life. He is with Derek and Derek is dangerous. He will kill Scott eventually, and she knows Scott is not even, even after everything she can see that beautiful and pure heart through his eyes. If she only…Today she misses his warm body and words more than ever.
Stiles in other hand….She is so upset and dazed right now that she can't control her emotions. Her anxiety fear and the panic inside her doesn't let her concentrate. It is useless, she can't talk to anyone. Not even Uncle Jeremy understands her pain. She is alone in this world and again, it is all because of Derek Hale.
She rises her finger to turn off her phone when she notices the forecast widget in the main screen.
She taps it and looks through that day's prognostic. Uncle Jeremy is right, it was supposed to be a very hot and sunny day. She scrolls up to get out of the page when it refreshes and a news pops in front of her. She frowns at the picture and squints to read the header.
"Strange storm sweeps four states"
…..
It's all a mess. Why…Why he didn't draw a line of fertility after getting Dylan into his house? What the hell was he thinking? He…Wasn't thinking clearly. If Dylan can't cross lines he would be safe inside until Stiles found his mom, but now…Now everything went to shit because he has been so careless. If he was it after all…Because…Because maybe he didn't do it subconsciously so certain wolves could come inside his home whenever they want to.
Stupid. He thinks with terror growing inside him with every breath he takes.
Whoever is out there is waiting for something. Maybe the wolves into the forest said something about him. He recall that crazy man's face as he saw Stiles with excitement.
They came here to kill him, or turn him into a werewolf. Either one is the scariest thing that can occur to him, though…If he dies…Maybe the other could have a chance, as a werewolf he would… He would be forced to betray his friend and take part in the bloodbath.
He must do something quickly.
He steps back slowly with his eyes still fixed in the window opaque by the intense rain.
When he is sure he is out of the angle of vision of whoever is hiding in the bushes he turns and hurries to run upstairs. He saved some graveyard dirt from the time he fought the Wendigo outside the forest. If he could…. Just get a bit of it, he could fight or at least stay alive long enough to tell Dylan to hide into Scott's home.
He gets to the stairs, but before putting a foot on the first step a hand comes from behind and yanks him from his shirt sending him flying backwards until hitting his head with the top of the hearth. Stars fly before his eyes and his mind gets cloudy.
"Is he upstairs?" Stiles hears a woman's voice from above. He blinks and finds two shadows standing right before him.
"Yes, the scent is stronger there" Replies a male voice.
"Let's go them"
"What do we do with this one?" He asks as Stiles makes an effort to recover his senses, but the world won't stop swaying.
"I think is dead already, why bother with him?" She says with despise.
"Yeah, but…There is something odd about his scent"
"I know, it would be better if we let him to die, it could be dangerous"
Stiles listens to the shuffling of feet. They came for Dylan. They are here to hurt him. He needs to do something quickly or else something awful might happen to the kid.
"I'm not dead" He manages to say in a mutter and then he scoffs. "I though you alphas were tougher"
They jolt and quickly. A hand comes out of nowhere and takes Stiles by the collar of his shirt. He blinks and finds a pair of blue eye staring straight at his. There was a time when he thought that Derek's blue was cold and sharp. Now he just found a new shade of coldness. Even though the she-wolf's spheres glow insanely he can only see a dark void. Something raw and wild, she bears the hatred itself inside of her.
"I'm surprise you're not dead yet, but we have not time to play. We must go now"
"What? Are…Are you scared?" Stiles chuckles though he is sweating and stuttering. He will die.
Please Dylan run away.
"Aren't you afraid of dying boy?" The male werewolf asks with some sarcasm and yet a bit of interest.
"I should be the one asking that question" Stiles replies more firmly this time. Absently he sweeps the brick wall at his back trying to find something that he might use as a weapon.
"I'm not sure if you're just stupid or I hit you too hard" The she wolf mocks. "I can smell your fear, and is tasty"
"Maybe you're feeling your own fear" Stiles mocks.
The she wolf turns to exchange a glance with her partner which lets Stiles a chance to reach the edge of the chimney and snatch the fire poker.
"Is funny how humans are so haughty, you better keep your mouth shut"
Stiles looks around trying to find something else that might be helpful. "Or what? You're going to cry harder when I kick your asses?"
"He really thinks he will scare us, don't you know what we are?"
"I know perfectly" Stiles affirms. "The problem is that you don't know who I am" Stiles jiggles and swims the poker hitting her in the head.
Blood sprays his hand and she lets out a cry as she releases him and falls in the ground.
Stiles lands on her tights, before giving the other wolf chance to react and stands up and knocks him in the crotch. He roars furiously. Maybe he can't stop them, but if he makes enough noise might alert Dylan to run. Maybe doesn't stand chance against them, but at least he can buy some time for the boy.
"Grab him" She shrieks as she supports in the coffee table to stand up.
Stiles pales and looks back to run to the other side when a golden glimmer hanging not far from him calls his attention.
He looks back and finds them lumbering toward him. He darts to the door that takes to the back yard and with all his strength he hit's the grandma's bell's using the fire poker.
The ringing and the buzzing fill the air, though it is almost imperceptible for him he knows his plan worked, because they are kneeling on the floor covering their supernatural ears with their paws as they screech and stare at him with hatred.
There is no time to lose. He bought a couple of seconds, fifty if he is lucky. He passes next to them at high speed, holding his throbbing and dazed hair. Climbs the stairs and opens his room's door hoping to find it empty. Sadly…He is wrong.
Dylan is Stiles fast asleep.
"Dylan…" He hurries to stay shaking the boy a bit on his bed.
"S…Stiles?" The kid replies dazed.
"Listen buddy" Stiles says trying to stay as calm as possible. "I need you to hide below the bed"
"Stiles!" He says with terror.
Now Stiles notices that he has the she-wolf's blood over his shirt.
Shit.
"Stiles I'm scared"
"Is fine, just do what I say"
"Where are you going?"
"I need to go downstairs for a minute and then I'll be here with your sandwich"
"Stiles…"
"Everything is going to be Okay" Stiles affirms.
The kid starts sobbing, and Stiles feels his heart rate reaching a dangerous level.
"Please Dylan, you must listen to me"
"Stiles don't leave me alone, please don't go…Stiles don't go…Don't go"
Stiles takes Dylan by the collar of his pajama and forces him to get below the bed.
"Listen…"
"But my mommy, she never came for me…She said she would and….I want my mommy…I want….Don't go…Please don't go!"
"I'll be okay. I promise. I'll come back for you. I swear" Stiles affirms and he listens steps in the stairs.
"Stay right here" He mutters as he turns on his heels and prepares to go out of his bedroom when a silver object calls his attention from the top of the drawer at his right.
He can do this. He has to do this.
….
A tree fell, then another. The cold wind cuts Chris' skin like razors, the rain blinds him, and yet he keeps running. It doesn't matter how far he gets.
It is always behind him.
It is so dark that he can barely see anything. He needs to find his way out of the forest. If what they say is true and they are trapped in because of a line of fertility, he has a chance to get out and leave them here, but where is city? The rain clouded his senses, clogged his ears, folded his eyes and shut down the stars.
He trips. It is amazing that it took this long, but it happens now suddenly and Chris loses his balance. He falls over mud and leaves in a steep ground that takes him rolling downhill followed by the creature.
As soon as Chris stops rolling he stands to stay out of the way, but it is too late. The monster crashes with him and crushes him below its heavy body.
Growls and snarls, the air escapes Chris' lungs and he fights for breathing in, choking in mud, rain and the reeking scent of the beast's soaked pelt.
It stands up and Chris takes his chance to roll and breathe in. He listens to moans at his back and finds Deborah dodging the monster's blows.
"You're not going anywhere Christopher Argent" She shrills out of herself.
"Theodore, he is here!"
Chris looks around desperate for finding a place to hide, but it seems like they are back to the edge of the lake again, because he can't see anything ahead.
The monster sends Deborah flying backwards, Chris thinks about the possibility of getting inside the lake, but Theodore's voice stops him. At first it sounds like a mock, but quickly turns into angry growls.
He takes Chris by the hem of his shirt and tugs but he quickly releases him. Chris turns and finds Theodore moaning and fighting to take the monster's paws out of his right thigh.
"You stupid piece of shit!" He roars furiously as he jumps and digs his nails into the monsters' eye.
The beast grows crazy and angrier. It swings its claws to all directions, letting out a haunting moan that makes Chris' blood run cold.
Theodore kicks it back and then turns toward Chris with a crazy look on his eyes, while he licks the blood from his claws.
Chris steps back slowly and balls his hands to at least try to choke him to death.
Theodore lumbers growling furiously, his head lands on Chris' feet. Whose heart stops beating as he stares horrified at Theodore's body torn apart. With a blow of its paws, the best split him and with the other chop his head off before he got time to touch the ground.
It is still blind and now, it is angrier than before.
It attacks and Chris dodges. It follows its nose until finds Chris and lungs to him with shocking snarls that makes him feel uneasy and scared. It has been ages since he studied these creatures, but this is the first time he sees one and never thought they would be so scary and bloodthirsty. Wendigo.
He throws his arms back, looking for sticks and stones and he slowly recoils as he quickly uses a rock to sharpen a stick's tip.
He chuckles. Maybe he will die, but he will be remembered as the first silver in killing a Wendigo.
He keeps stepping back, until he trips on something and falls on his butt. The Wendigo attacks and Chris flinches back grabs his stick as a knife, quickly stabs the beast in the chest and slides below of it.
Now from behind Stabs it again in the back, right where the heart should be.
The Wendigo swims its paws back trying to find him. A claw finds him and before Chris can react he is feeling the rain stitching the wound in his stomach. He doesn't know how bad it is, but he can't…He can't lose his…
"The neck" She says from somewhere.
Chris puts a hand on his stomach and looks around.
"The neck!"
He shakes his head trying to clear up his senses.
She jumps on top of it. It sends her flying but she recovers midair and falls on her feet, jumps on top of it and grabs the beast by the head and forces it to fall on its back.
The Wendigo throw its claws in all directions whirling like a headless snake.
She digs her claws into its arms from behind and pins them to the ground. "Now!" She orders.
Stiles looks up and now he can get a glimpse of her face. Is she…The same she wolf he found in the wolf the other day, the same that captured him and later released him. There is blood smeared all over her face and she looks pale and terrified. Why…Why….
"I can't hold it back any longer" She breathes out powerless.
Chris snaps and jumps on top of the beast sinking the stick's pointy end into the Wendigo's throat. It shakes savagely sending Chris backwards as blood pours out of its mouth and throat. It scarcely manages to stand up and turns toward her to try to dig its claws on her.
She dodges its attack in the last second. Chris gaps as he finds the Wendigo stabbing her in the stomach with its long claws right before dying on her feet in the same spot where she passed.
….
"This is all my fault" Scott says looking through the window. Why Derek can't go faster?
"Don't say that" Derek replies moody.
"But it is true, I…I should have send him and Allison out of the town as soon as her dad asked me to"
"Did you see Chris Argent?" Derek asks shocked almost losing the control of the car.
"Didn't I tell you?" Scott asks a brow. "Never mind. I should have listen to him, Stiles and Allison would be safe now, I should have known they would come after him any time. It is all my fault, they are doing this to go after me"
Derek scoffs. "They aren't after you Scott, I'm the one they want. They want to us him to get me"
Scott hears Isaac snorting in the back.
"What are you talking about? He is my best friend, if they have been really spying on us all this time they now you hate him"
"I don't hate him…Much" Derek says embarrassed. "He is just so annoying, I told him thousands of times to stay out of our business. Damn it"
They are almost there. Just a couple of streets more and they will be there.
Please let him be alive, please…Please Stiles hold on. Scott thinks feeling how my guts squirm. He is angry and sad and so mad right now. "I'm going to kill that bastard if he did anything to Stiles. If anything happens to him I…"
"Stop blaming yourself" Jackson affirms.
Scotts prepares to reply but Derek is faster.
"He is right. This is all my fault. I should have listened to Eric and Vernon. If I had, we would have an army larger that the Fenrir's by now"
"You're wrong" Scott swallows. "At what cost you would have such army? Whipping humanity from the world? Making everybody a werewolf so they can survive? I bet most of them would wish to be dead than turned into monsters" He breaths out heavily, and then he realizes what he just said.
"I didn't…"
"Don't worry. I know what you mean" Derek affirms with some pain in his voice as he stops the car.
Before he notices, he is out of the car running toward Stile's home while the rain soaks him wet in matter of seconds, it is so intense, that he can't see anything apart from his nose. His senses are clouded by the raining. He can't smell a thing, except for…Except for two things. Two things that are actually the same. Happiness and Sadness mixed in single bodies. Pain and joy but now one of them is also drenched in fear and determination.
He is alive, and he is fighting.
Scotts gets into the porch and opens the door instantly followed by Derek and Jackson.
The living room of Stiles' home is dark silent. Now that he is out of the rain he can smell a couple of things inside the house, like a just made sandwich in the kitchen, but there is no trace of Stiles, where can he….?
"Guys!" Isaac yells from outside.
They quickly spin and meet the cold and heavy drops attacking them like millions of arrows. Scott gets to the left side of the house, where shadows crouch and flinch. They are more than one.
Derek lumbers toward them and Scott follows him.
"He is up there!" A female voice says furiously.
Scott looks up right where she is pointing and spots him. Stiles is hanging from the windowsill of the guest's room.
"Stiles!" He shouts with desperation.
The boy cranes his neck toward Scott shocked and falls. Scott's heart gives a lurch and he hurries to meet him, but a man and a woman are already there waiting with their claws outstretched to catch Stiles.
Scott pulls out his own claws with big effort and faces them, but he can't stand a chance, before he realizes the she wolf has spun and knocked them down. The air escapes his lungs, and he pants trying to breathe desperately on the wet floor.
He blinks and the she wolf shrieks in pain.
Isaac helps Scott stands up and when he cranes his neck, he almost gets breathless again.
Stiles backflips in the last minute and lands on his feet. The she wolf tries to catch him but he dodges her easily and with his feet makes her fall on her back. Before the other wolf has a chance to react Stiles has already caught him by the ankle with something shiny, looks like a very slim chain. The werewolf trips and falls too.
Stiles takes short and sharp breaths.
"I'm going to kill you!" The wolf says as he quickly stands up and fur starts coming out from all his body while he stretches and literally grows bigger and bigger until his clothes are torn apart.
"With what? Your stinking hair?" Stiles mocks and something hits Scott.
He was under control. Stiles was under control while they…The ones that should have been protecting him are all gaping staring at his abilities.
"I got her!" Scott hears Jackson's voice says with excitement.
"Let me go!" The she wolf growls sending him flying back with a single blow.
"Terry, come here" Growls a voice more animal than human.
She quickly takes off her leather Jacket Derek hurries to catch her, but she hits him in the stomach with a kick and he falls on his knees holding his stomach.
She turns now, even scarier than the male wolf.
Scott hesitates, he doesn't know what to do. His body is moving by itself and before he notices he is changing. He takes his chance attacks accompanied by Isaac they both go after the male wolf whose has completely turned and now is a gigantic black wolf with green eyes.
It howls and in a second is in top of Isaac, Scott kicks its head and it falls to the side growling furiously.
She comes from behind and hunches her sharp and long teeth on Scott's right arm. He cries in pain as the blood stars pouring out and she shakes him like a rag doll in the air.
No…No…No! Scott thinks fighting for his life when it all ends suddenly.
She releases him. Scotts falls on the floor and now she turns toward Stiles roaring with utter hatred. Whatever he just did really pissed her off.
She moves fast and smoothly. Scott tries to stand but a wave of pain immobilizes him before he has a chance to do anything.
"Stiles run!" He urges him.
Stiles stays right there waiting for her with his arms outstretched. She jumps on her fours and opens her muzzle widely showing all her pointy teeth.
He was always there. He has always fighting alongside Scott since they were kids. He can't just imagine it. He can't just picture the idea of losing Stiles. He is everything he has apart from his mom and Allison. He can't just…Why he has to be so weak? Stiles will die, and there is nothing he can do about it.
Scott throws himself onto his stomach and starts crawling feeling the pain in his arm like million knives poking him because of the rain. He can't see clear or hear anything. He can see his shadow. He can see Derek standing up and running toward him.
He is going to save him. He will save Stiles.
Scott makes a new effort to stand and he quickly has to throw himself to a side as the she-wolf comes flying backwards toward him.
He gaps and before he realizes Stiles quickly jumps over him. Scott turns and finds him landing on top of her. How…How he could jump that long and high?
She screeches and then Scott listens to a low frequency but powerful thud that makes him shudder.
Back to him, Stiles breaths faster and faster and when he turns. Scott finds that the wolf have turned to back to be a human woman of brown hair.
"What did you do? What did you do?!" The male wolf says with desperation and terror. "You murdered her! Murdered her" And now Scott notices that he is back into his human form. A naked thirty years old man.
Stiles turns to him and the light of Scott's room comes from above illuminating his best friend's face. He's wearing a grin, a wide and scaring grin that makes Scott shiver.
"She is not dead" Stiles affirms calmly. "Do you want me to kill her? That would make you climb another step Jake. Another accident during a mission, like you did with Leonard, and Hugo and…"
"Shut up!" Jake roars with fear leaping through his voice. He darts toward Stiles showing all his fangs and claws, but somehow Stiles is already behind him.
Jake lets out a shriek of terror as Stiles calmly puts a hand in his shoulder, but he doesn't dare to move.
"She is alive. I'm not a monster like you Jake, though if I were you I wouldn't care much about climbing steps. You're just a tool, used by everyone, and now is my turn to use you. Is that alright?"
Jake nods. Scott looks around and notices that everyone stares at Stiles openmouthed.
"Tell Marcus and Damien that this guy down there" He points toward Scott with his slim and long index finger. "He is the strongest werewolf that ever lived. It doesn't matter how many more of you puppies they make, this is it. No more running or hiding. They both will die in the next full moon"
Scott swallows now feeling all the eyes on him.
"Now go and take her with you" Stiles says giving him a pat in the back as if they just became friends.
No one dares to move while Jake quickly runs toward Terry and hauls her over his back. All they can hear is the strong dripping of the rain over the concrete floor.
Scott looks up. His room's light is out again…Allison…Did she see that?
"They are gone" Isaac finally says after what felt like twenty minutes.
Jackson comes out of nowhere and helps Scott stands, who hurries to run toward Stiles.
His best friend is standing without moving a muscle as he has been doing the past minutes. He looks like a robot. He doesn't blink or moves his eyes. Now Scott notices that he his shaking….He is….Afraid of his best friend?
How in the hell did he do all that? They couldn't stand a chance against those werewolves, how did he manage to get rid of them both? What about those moves? Or that "He is the strongest werewolf that ever lived?"
"Sti…Stiles?" He asks hesitantly.
Stiles cranes his neck toward him.
Nothing.
He can't explain it with words, but Stiles…Stiles isn't there, it is like…The light in his eyes is back.
"Scott! What happened to you?" Stiles asks jerking quickly toward him. "Are you okay?"
Now Scott recalls that it is supposed that they don't talk to each other, and now they stare into the other's eyes with awkwardness.
"Are you?" Scott asks still dazed for all the things he just saw.
Stiles nods. "Yeah, I'm fine and I'm so sorry, I should have listen to you. I was so scared and I thought I was going to die, if you would have come I…I"
"You're kidding right? It took longer for us to get here than what you needed to kick their asses" Jackson points out joining them.
Stiles blinks. "It was you Isaac?" Stiles looks at him shocked.
"How did you do that? They were so strong! There was a minute when I thought that…"
"Are you feeling okay monkey? What are you talking about?"
Stiles snaps. "Why are you acting so weird all suddenly?"
Scott gasps. "Us? Why are you acting so weird?" This doesn't make any sense. None of this…How is that…?
"Stiles…" Jackson starts with some dread in his voice. "What is the last thing you remember?"
Stiles bits his bottom lip breathing heavily he…He is scared. "They came in and I tried to find something to protect us. I fooled them and make them fall from the guest's room's window but they almost dragged me with them. I fell and you guys showed up and saved me"
He…Doesn't remember…He doesn't remember, but…Why?
"You kicked their asses" Jackson says amazed.
Stiles frowns. "You got to be kidding. I was frigging scared. I almost died, all I remember is the rain and you guys coming over, you fought them while I was near shock"
"You did it yourself" Derek's deep voice says mesmerized. "You saved yourself and us. Again"
Stiles blushes and looks down embarrassed.
"You should get inside and bath before you get a flu or pneumonia"
Stiles rolls his eyes and stands to get inside, but after turning he quickly snaps and cranes his neck toward them again.
"Stiles are…"
"Derek!" Stiles shouts.
"Derek!" Now he roars furiously. "I'm going to kill you!"
Scott freezes as he spots Stiles passing by him to get Derek, Isaac and Jackson try to stop him, but he dodges them without any issues.
Derek falls on his back and Stiles grabs him by the hair. He has this mad look again in his eyes.
"Stiles!" Scott says desperate. "What's wrong with you?"
"I'm going to kill you big son of a bitch!" Stiles growls as tears climbs to his eyes.
"You're a monster. She was good! She was going to make big things! And you…"
Stiles' neck cranes to the side and he snaps. "Der…Der…" Stiles struggles to say. "Stay away from me"
Derek stares at Stiles frigthened. "What is wrong with you?"
"I don't want to hurt you! Run! Run Derek! Run! I can't …Hold her back any…more"
"Stiles what is going on with you?"
Jackson and Isaac try to take Stiles from on top of Derek, but Scott doesn't know how they are now lying on their backs on the floor.
"What is happening to you?" Derek asks with concern taking Stiles by the arms.
Scott cant' see them, but he can smell the salty tears on Stiles cheeks.
"I…Can't…I wanna kill…No! Run now!"
And suddenly he stops short and stands from Derek's chest.
"Stiles" Scott Says with dread.
"She is here"
Scott hears all the light bulbs in the street exploding and now everything is pitch dark. All the can see is the shape of a girl walking straight at them surrounded by an intense light.
Is Allison.
….
There is nothing but her on sight. It almost feels like if they have been dragged into another world. Derek can't see the streets or the surrounding houses. He can't feel the scent of the others. Only Stiles and Allison's, if it wasn't for that and for the now unbearable storm, he would believe that he has been swept from existence. He would believe that Stiles just murdered him.
Was he…Was he really going to do it?
"Get out of here!" His voice suddenly says with utter terror within.
Now Derek is awake again. The white noise of the rain intensifies and now the drops are hitting him badly. Almost hurting him.
Stiles spins and with a simple touch of his palm sends Derek back him.
It hurts. It hurts pretty badly where the boy just touched him, but he didn't mean to cause any pain. How that is possible that a single brush of his hand can make such damage?
"You took everything from me" Her voice's whispers and Derek's heart gives a lurch. He can't see her now from behind Stiles, but he can swear she is right next to him. Flying in the wind or…Just inside of him.
"What…Who are you?" He hears himself say with dread, not sure if he asked that question to Allison or Stiles.
"I'm just a poor little girl you tried to murder twelve years ago" Says the wind.
Derek comes from behind Stiles and Allison steps ahead. When her feet meets the wet floor a lightning crashes behind her. Again and again while she calmly approaches.
"Der…ek" Stiles pants as if he is trying to speak with a knife stuck into his chest.
"Allison…What…What is going on?" Scott asks from the left as he hurries to approach her.
Allison doesn't bother to look at him and keeps walking steady and menacingly as a lightning keeps meeting the earth behind with each step.
"Allison! Are you okay? What aren't you listening to me?" Scott says with desperation taking her by the arm.
Allison swims her arm up and Scott falls on his back several feet behind.
"What the hell?" Says Isaac growling as he run toward her. "What is going on with you two? I want answers now!" He dashes toward her but now she is behind him, and with and after flicking her hand quickly Derek hears Isaac's arm snapping while he lets out a high pitched cry.
"Stay away from here Derek" Stiles repeats with fear in his voice.
What is he doing? Why he is hiding a teenage boy? He knew they both were strong, but had no idea of how much that meant. Either way, this is all his fault, it has always been. He knew this day would come sooner or later and he can't keep running from it anymore.
Derek stands still holding his stomach in the place Stiles' palm touched him. "I'm here. I'm ready" He says with his head high though he feels like a piece of garbage after what he done to this poor girl.
She is now behind him. "Good" She says with a shivering coldness in her voice.
Allison grabs Derek by the throat and rises him high. He feels her nails digging deep into his skin as he stars choking, but it doesn't matter. He will be free now, after all this years, after all this pain. He lost the war before even starting, and yet…The rain isn't hurting him anymore. His face feels in pace as each drop falls on his forehead and falls down his cheeks.
She lets him go.
Derek blinks when he falls on his knees and looks up to find Allison on the ground and Stiles in front of him again.
It is like minutes ago. Stiles is looking at him in the eye, but he can't see him clearly. One of his eyes has Stile's annoying and dumb flicker covered in terror and confusion, while the other…Is cold and sharp, an assassin's look struggling to break free from its jail.
"Derek…." He says with his voice. This is him, at least for now. "You need to stay away from us. Before it's too late, I can't hold it back anymore"
"Who? What you can't hold back? What is happening to you?" Scott says coming out of nowhere kneeling next to Stiles.
Stiles parts his lips to reply but Allison is now in the middle of them. Everything happens too fast. She rises her left foot and kicks Stile's jaw strongly.
Scott jolts and stands to grab Allison, but she dodges him without any effort.
"Mind your own business Stiles! I don't want to hurt you!" Allison growls furiously. "This is between Derek and me! It has always been between the two of us!"
Stiles rejoins without much effort and laughs as he whips the blood from his lips.
"Are you sure you don't want to hurt me?" He arches a brow.
Allison nods, but Derek who hurries to join Scott can see she just hesitated.
"Please Stiles" She says with fear leaping through her eyes. "Don't…"
"I's itching Allison!" Stiles replies with a mad look on his eyes. Derek can't see them, but he can smell the tears in his cheeks. "Your hand, I bet you can't help it. Mine is itching too….So badly…I can feel how it is about to explode" He points to his chest with his finger.
What is going on with them?
"No…" Allison cries shaking her head. "No!" She cries out now furiously and the apex of comprehension and humanity that she just wore a second ago vanishes.
"I'm going to kill him! You hear? I'm going to kill him!"
"You don't want to kill him! You're making everything up! This isn't you!" Stiles shots back.
"Shut up!" Allison cries and jumps on top of him.
Stiles laughs and Allison rises her hand furiously. The wind intensifies and now windows are clattering, somewhere birds are shrieking and the lightning is so constant that is like been inside a club's party.
Lightning. Allison slaps Stiles crying.
Lightning. Scott grabs Allison by the back.
Lightning. She jumps from on top of Stile's draws a knife from her belt and comes through Scott's arm with it pinning him to the floor while the young wolf cries in pain and anger trying to break free and hurting himself in the process.
Lightning. Jackson is next to Derek now. "We need to get out of here, we have to find help. Deaton…"
"No!" Derek says furiously. "This is all my fault, I have to take responsibility for what I've done to her"
Lightning. "Don't pretend to be a martyr you son of a bitch" She roars taking Derek by the back of his neck and starts crashing his face against the floor. It only takes a few hits before he is covered in blood. He is losing his conscience.
"Allison wait" He says as his face meets the ground for eight time.
"Stop it Allison. Stop running" Stiles grabs her by the back of her jacket and sends her flying backwards to the middle of the street.
Allison screeches insanely and Derek looks up to see the electric charge coming straight to him. It never touches him though. Stiles is holding the ray with his hand and now he is surrounded by pure bluish light that fades away in two seconds.
How…How is that possible?
"Kill me Stiles!" Allison says with sadness.
Derek looks up, the madness is gone from her face, but doesn't look like Allison either.
"Please!"
"Allison…"
"Enough, Stiles" Derek on the floor as he struggles to stand up.
There is blood in his eyes and his head is spinning fast by the pain and the dizziness.
"Derek" Stiles gaps at him.
"This is all my fault" Derek affirms with pain in his voice. "I've been running from this my whole life. I've been trying to right my wrong for years but we all know that I can't bring her mom back to life"
"But…"
"I'm here Allison" Derek opens his arms wide. "I won't try to defend myself in any way. We both know what I odd you and death can only be paid by death"
"You're making this too boring" The mad Allison is back.
"Derek…"
"Shut up Stiles"
Stiles gasps and steps back Derek slowly moves his face toward him. He is himself again, fully and he is scared probably as much as Derek is too.
"I won't try to defend myself with one condition"
"I don't need your conditions" Allison chuckles with despise. "I will kill you whether you want it or not"
Derek nods admitting his defeat. "Then consider this my last will, even when I don't deserve it"
"Allison! It wasn't him! It was all a trap, they want it your mom dead, that's why…"
"They wanted me dead, to hurt my mom! That's why they sent him!" She says whimpering.
"Yeah, but it wasn't those them, but other them"
Derek chuckles. He can't believe that moron seriously said that. He is back to be the same dumb and quirky boy he…
"I'm waiting Derek" Says Allison taking her hand to her back to snatch a powerfully shiny arrow.
"Temero" Derek says with a grin. "So you're planning on making me suffer till the end"
"Is the least I can do after twelve years of intense suffering" She shots back.
Derek nods. "You're right. Alright, here is my last will. You can torture me all you want, but leave Scott finish me"
"What?" He heard Scott say from somewhere in the dark.
"This is all I ask. Let him break free from his curse. After I'm gone don't look back, you must get out of the town. Change your names there is a large pack in England. You can hide with them, they will protect you"
"I would rather die than live among wolves" Allison spits.
"Then let them go. If you're not going, promise me you will take them to a safe place"
"I won't listen to any…."
"That is what your mom would have done" Derek affirms.
"Shut up! You didn't know my mother to…"
"You're wrong. I knew your mother very well. She was the kindest person I ever met and that is way…."
"That's why you killed her? That's why you betrayed her?"
"I was…"
"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!" Allison prepares her arrow and falls to the side.
"What are you doing?" She shrills dodging Isaac's and Jackson attacks, one on each side. Scott joins them and now Allison is having more difficulty to catch up their movements.
"Let her go! This must be done this way!" Derek orders.
Allison flinches a quick from Isaac, takes him by his broken arm and he falls on the ground moaning, now takes Jackson by the head and crashes his face on her knee. Finally she turns toward Scott.
"I warned you once to stay away from me, or else I would kill you"
Scott steps back frightened.
"There won't be a third warning" She says slapping him. "If you try to save him Scott I swear I'll put an arrow between your eyes" Said so she turns and before Derek realizes the light-bathed arrow is flying toward him, with such strength, that when it comes through Stiles' heart, it sends him flying back several feet until it meets the side of the boy's house where it hands him as if he is a disturbing painting.
The storm stops short.
Scott is shaking his head. Derek blinks once, twice. Something deafened him. He knows Scott is calling Stile's name loud and urgently but he can't listen a thing.
The eyes go from Allison's hands to Stiles chest.
Allison falls to her knees staring at her making with absent eyes and her mouth open in a huge gap.
Isaac and Jackson run after her but an invisible wall knocks them.
"Hi" His voice says.
Derek's heart quivers and he turns toward Stiles followed by Scott.
"Hi" Replies Allison.
Derek stops to a halt and looks at both of them in the darkness. Their eyes have a pale glow. Their bodies are in front of each other, but they are looking somewhere else. Their looks are lost in the horizon.
"You're the voice that I always listen in my head" The both say at once.
"My name is Allison"
"My name is Stiles"
"I knew that already"
Scott and Derek exchange glances confused and then something pops. He can't explained, but it feels like being thrown back into a place with air, life and sounds.
An invisible veil of tension just vanished
Allison starts breathing heavily and now she looks around disoriented. Confused.
"I'm…What…..I'm….Stiles….I can't…." She looks up and finds Stiles hanging on the wall with his head down and his eyes closed.
Scott starts breathing again and now his eyes are on the boy too.
"Stiles" He says in a whisper.
"Stiles" He repeats a bit louder.
"Stiles!" He cries aloud.