"How could he just escape!? This doesn't make any sense. Melissa, you said he wouldn't be able to do anything while he was in that stupid demon circle, so tell me- What the hell happened in there!?"
"It could've bee-"
"We could've all ben killed, Melissa! You know, dead!"
Scott sighed, dropping his head in his hands and rubbing his face. "Lyds, please stop yelling. None of us now what happened, okay?"
"Well, nothing would have happened if-"
Melissa rolled her eyes and cut Lydia off. "-If you hadn't said the demon trap completion spell wrong."
At that, Lydia balked, going crazy again. "Oh, so this is my fault? Listen, sweetie.."
Her angry voice faded off as Scott thought of what happened just under an hour ago. After Demon Stiles's escape, Lydia had gone crazy with panic. So far, nobody could calm her down, though Allison came close. Derek and Isaac both left after realizing that staying here was nothing close to soothing. Melissa got irritated with Lydia and, after awhile, started to rile her up. Scott didn't bother to try and calm her, since he knew exactly what kind of panic she was feeling. His best friend, who was trapped in his body by a majorly pissed-off demon, had no control and was alone. The little lecture on how bad Stiles's feelings had gotten before this all happened didn't help. For all Scott knew, his friend was lost alone inside his own head, thinking that his friends didn't appreciate him. We gotta find a way to talk to him, Scott decided. He won't fight this demon if he thinks he's useless. His train of thought was interrupted as Allison walked over to him, smiling tiredly. He missed that smile.
"Hey, are you okay?" Allison asked, sitting on the counter that he was leaning on. "You haven't said anything since the demon left."
Scott huffed, dropping his head for a second and bringing it back up. "I'm just tired, I guess. Lydia and Melissa aren't really helping." He turned his head to look at the hunter and the banshee, who were still bickering angrily. He shook his head and turned back to Allison, regarding her with soft eyes. "Are you okay?"
Allison sighed and shrugged. "I'm good. Fine." When Scott gave her his understanding pity look, she began to get defensive. "I'm fine, Scott, promise. Just worried about Stiles."
Scott looked at her a few seconds more before pushing himself onto the counter next to her. "You know, Allison, I may not be your boyfriend anymore-" He hesitated, then pushed himself to go on. "-but you should talk to me. And I think you should start by explaining to me what the demon said."
Allison blinked, not expecting the sudden subject change. "What do you mean?"
"The whole, um-" Scott cleared his throat "-the thing with Gerard. What was he talking about?"
At this, Allison suddenly got flustered. She crossed her arms in front of her chest and chewed on her lip. "Look, Scott... I don't even know how to explain that night, okay? I was just too riled up from loosing my mom." As she tried to explain without completely revealing what she did, Lydia came over with a suspicious look. She wasn't to happy about the possibility of her best girl friend going bad on Stiles.
Lydia decided to butt in, not interested in hearing excuses. "What did you do, Allison?"
The huntress looked at both Scott and Lydia briefly before looking back at her hands. "I-I basically did what the demon said. It was the night that Stiles won the game. After, he tried to find Erica and Boyd... I don't know how, but he must've figured out that Gerard had them in our basement. He was doing that shock thing on them, and-"
"Wait, Gerard used shock tortue on Erica and Boyd!?" Scott interupted her. When Allison looked up at him to nod, she was almost heartbroken at the disappointment on his face.
"Scott, look, I'm sorry. I am so sorry." Allison sighed, trying again to tell the story. "When Stiles showed up, Gerard offered to take care of it. I didn't know exactly what he was going to do, but when I found out... I didn't even object, Scott. I just told him to get on with the plan." She seemed quite ashamed of this, refusing to look her friends in the eyes. "I never got to apologize to him, I never- I couldn't -ever tell him how sorry I am."
"Stiles told me that the other team roughed him up for scoring..." Lydia whispered to herself. "I knew something was up." Allison looked at her, realizing the banshee was tearing up. I guess, she thought, the stress is finally getting to her. Lydia isn't really one to show her feelings.
"After that, we just never talked about it." Allison sighed putting her face in her hands. "Oh, god. I can't believe I did that to him."
Scott stared at her for a second, then light put a hand on her back. "It's okay, Allison. Knowing Stiles, he probably understood what you were going through." He sighed, looking at Lydia then Melissa, who was worriedly glancing at her cousin. "Look guys, we'll get through this. Stiles will get through this."
Melissa finally spoke up, grabbing her backpack off the floor and heading towards the door. "I hope your right, wolfie."
Two weeks later
When Stiles woke up, he was in the woods. His shirt was bloody and ripped, showing his toned stomach underneath. With his pants matching the style of his shirt, he pretty much looked like a murder victim. The scariest thing, though, was probably the startling silence in his head. He didn't hear the demon's creepy voice, or feel the familiar darkness in his head. It was just- silent.
"Crap, Sti, what have you done now?" He grumbled. The teen winced as he stood, the stretching of his sore muscles felt immediately. He fished through his pockets and brought out his phone, cursing when he saw a blood soaked, cracked screen. "Aw, come on- Seriously?" He sighed, stuffing his busted phone back in his pocket and looking around. Judging by the bright, fresh light bursting through the trees, Stiles guessed it was early morning. He looked down at the patch of blood soaked grass that he was collapsed in a second ago. "Wow, that doesn't look good." He muttered. Sighing, he started heading towards what he hoped was Beacon Hills, ignoring the throbbing in his ankle.
Sherriff Stilinski was more worried than Scott had ever seen him. He had called a full APB on Stiles, and so far, the younger Stilinski's disappearance was the main priority for the town. Missing person posters were posted almost everywhere, police were doing night searches from the woods to the highway leading out of town, and all kids under eighteen were under town curfew to ensure no one else disappeared. Even Scott's dad had gotten involved with the case, though he avoided any interviews with Scott when the boy was brought in for questioning.
Scott's pack was preparing in a different way, though. Melissa was working with Deaton everyday to try and track down Stiles, occasionally letting Lydia help. Derek working with Isaac by doing constant sweeps around places Stiles would go and trying to catching a scent. Ethan and Aiden had volunteered to help, but Scott knew they would unintentionally break the focus of Derek and Isaac. They pretty much stayed in the background, keeping tier ears peeled for anything odd in Beacon Hills. They were all working their butts off, so Scott started to feel bad after the first week. He could see how Stiles's absence was wearing on everyone, even the twins and Melissa. His friend just had this quirk about him, Scott guessed. Stiles was the perfect guy for anything along the lines of support, whether it was a subtle pat on the shoulder or a full on heart to heart. In a lot of ways, Stiles's constant humor and easy-going attitude was holding everyone up. It was gone now, and everyone was feeling it. Scott had been watching as Allison worked until she was exhausted, Lydia pushed herself to get both perfect grades and help her friends. Even he was feeling like the more Stiles was gone, the less chance they had to find him. Things were looking hopeless.
Until, of course, Stiles showed up on his doorstep.
He was just done eating a bowl of cereal and studying Lydia's notes. She lent them to him with the intent of helping him with his history test, even though she knew his mind would be occupied with Stiles. His mother was still at the hospital, helping on an emergency surgery that came in at four o'clock in the morning and was so bad that she wasn't back yet. Scott pulled is backpack over his shoulder and made his way to the door, sighing. He opened it and stopped short at the sight of Stiles, panting and bloody, looking nervous and clenching his phone in his hand.
"Hey, buddy." Stiles chirped awkwardly, clearing his throat quickly. He flashed a small smirk, innocently looking on as his friend blinked in shock. "H-How's it hanging?"
Scott swallowed, looing at his friend hopefully but still wary as he tried to get over his shock. "Stiles?" He paused, setting is backpack down behind him. "Is that really you, or..?"
Stiles sighed, hanging his head a little as his hands started to tremble. He wasn't nervous, because he knew Scott wouldn't hurt him. He was terrified because, once again, he had absolutely no idea what was going on. "Honestly, Scott. I have no idea. I mean, I think so. Can't be sure, exactly." He shrugged lightly, shaking his head.
Scott blinked again, slightly sniffing as he looked over his best friend. "Dude, what happened to you? That's your blood, for sure, but it reeks."
Stiles shook his head again, looking around. He was extremely uneasy, as that hour walk trough the woods had given him time to freak out over what could have possibly happened in the time he was blacked out. "Scott, man, I'm telling you. I don't know. I don't remember anything since the day after I collapsed, when you visited me. I know time has passed since then, I can practically feel it, but whenever I try to figure out what I've been doing its complete blackout."
Scott's eye widened when Stiles revealed that. He knew the demon could easily be posed as Stiles right now, making all of this up, but he highly doubted it. Stiles still looked as handsome and healthy as the last time he saw him, but he wasn't holding himself the same. Stiles looked uncomfortable with the extra inches and muscles he now had, and he slightly kept his head lowered as if he was hiding. His hands, in a complete Stiles fashion, were playing with his phone with jittery movements, like he couldn't keep still. All of this was enough evidence for Scott. He sighed through his nose, thinking about how concerned his mom would be once she got the absence call from the high school. He stepped back a bit, opening the door for his distressed looking friend. "Come on, man."
Lydia sat quietly in her class, tapping her pen on her notebook as she waited for her teacher to finish talking about something she already knew. The back of her mind was paying attention, easily soaking up the information as she focused on thinking about the uneasy feeling that has been with her all day. Her first worry was the fat that Scott wasn't I class first period, but she knew this feeling was about more than that. Her banshee-feelings were tingling, as Stiles would say. When she looked around, convinced that whatever was bothering her was in this room, her eyes stopped on a innocent looking Asian-American girl sitting two seats to her left. Lydia saw that the girl taking notes was too invested in the lecture to take notice of her staring, so she gazed at her questioningly.
Who are you? She thought, furrowing her eyebrows as she looked at the girl. Lydia was sure that the person sitting in that seat everyday before was a small, nerdy kid named Gregory. No one had mentioned a new student in school today, but Lydia was known for knowing at least one fact about every student in school, and she didn't even know this girl's name. As she sighed, pondering, the girl in question looked up and immediately mentioned the banshee's eyes.
Lydia cursed herself inwardly as the girl looked questioningly back at her and gave a small smile. Then, she just went back to her notes, writing with what Lydia noticed was the same pen she was using. The redhead reluctantly turned to looked at the teacher, tapping her fingers on the notebook and squinting in thought.
Who is this girl?
When the bell rang, Lydia made a beeline to the girl in question, tapping her shoulder as she was packing her backpack. When the smaller girl looked up, she let out a nervous little smile. "Um, hi. Lydia, right?" She seemed innocent enough, with her wide brown eyes and soft grin.
"Yeah, Lydia Martin." The redhead snipped. She put a hand on her hip and cocked her head confidently. "I was just wondering who you are. I haven't seen you in this class before, and I make it a habit to know about everyone." Lydia didn't mean to sound bitchy, but sometimes her demeanor suggested it. This was probably one of those times.
The new girl looked a bit startled at the girls attitude, blinking once and letting her smile falter a bit as she pulled on her backpack. "Um, I'm Kira, Kira Yukimura. I'm new." She held out a shaky hand to Lydia, who shook it confidently. "Nice to meet you."
Lydia had once more sweep at this girl, Kira, taking notice of her denim jacket, jean short, and Beacon Hills High t-shirt. She then smirk, beginning to walk past the girl. "Nice to meet you, Kira."
Okay, guys, first things first. I'm sorry for not updating until now, but I guess I'm just one of those slow writers. Hope you'll forgive me :)
Anyway, what do you think? What happened to Stiles? And what is this girl doing in Beacon Hills? I have a feeling most of you can guess the second one, haha.
Leave some reviews! Bye :)