I will never forget Coach yelling about how he was going to die from an arrow piercing him above his stomach. Some sort of trip wire trap had been set up on the track, and he was unfortunately the victim. He will live thankfully, and we successfully got everyone off of the cross-country track without any injuries.
Today, I decided to go to the Animal Clinic to see Deaton. The fact that the Oni only target the supernatural was all I could think about, and I needed answers. All these weird premonitions that I have been having about Stiles are confusing me. It's like I can tell when he's in danger and I can tell when its the Nogitsune instead of Stiles.
"Hi, Deaton. Are you busy?" I asked, making my way into the room that he was in. He looked up from some paperwork and gave me a smile.
"No, I'm not busy. What's going on, Olivia?" He questioned, dropping the pen he was writing with onto the counter.
"Well, Scott told me something about the Oni. He said that they only target the supernatural, but the other night they tried to see if I was the Nogitsune." I swallowed thickly and sucked in a shaky breath after speaking. Deaton looked at me as I spoke, taking in every word that came from my mouth.
"Ah, I see." He stated, moving his body to face me more. I nodded, feeling my palms start to sweat.
"And lately, I've been getting these feelings about Stiles. Like the other night, I could tell he was in danger before I even knew anything. And whenever I see him, I can tell if it's him or the Nogitsune. I don't understand how." I continued honestly, staring blankly at Deaton.
"I've heard of this before. When you're with Stiles, can you sense what he is feeling? Can you sense his emotions before he shows them?" He inquired, to which I nodded. He was describing exactly what has been happening.
"What does it mean?" I asked, nervously. My eyes darted around the room before returning to Deaton's face.
"It's called being an empath. There are many different kinds of empathy, Olivia. Precognitive, negation, perception, and the list goes on. You have a strong connection to Stiles, and that's why you are picking up on these things. You seem to have the precognitive part down very well, sensing when he is in danger. Whenever your ability is trying to tell you something, your eyes will glow. This might be hard to keep hidden while you are out in public. This isn't anything to be afraid of, though. This is a gift."
"What do you mean by a strong connection? This is why the Oni came for me? I'm supernatural? Why couldn't I predict them coming, then?" All this information is a lot to take in. I exhaled the breath I had been holding and pursed my lips together. I don't want to be supernatural. I never did.
"Yes, the Oni came for you because they could sense what you were. You couldn't predict it because you don't have an emotional connection to them. Empathy is all about emotions. You need to have an emotional tie to someone in order to use your ability on them. Stiles has been your best friend since you were little, that's why you can sense these things with him." He answered, looking into my eyes and speaking with conviction. I nodded, taking it all in.
"Why didn't I have these abilities until now?" I questioned, lifting an eyebrow. I have never had these premonitions before this.
"Possibly because your gift wasn't needed until now." Deaton replied, tilting his head slightly.
I told him I appreciated the information and went to leave the room.
"And Olivia. Don't get involved in the negation part of your abillities. You can completely lose your humanity, and turn off all emotions." He added, and we exchanged looks. He was definitely being serious, and it sent a chill up my spine.
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After visiting Deaton, I went home and slept on everything he told me. He said being an empath is a gift, but the glowing eyes part seems like a curse. How am I supposed to control that?
I woke up with short breaths, my body nearly convulsing as I shot up from my sleeping position. Thoughts raced through my mind of Stiles holding a wrapped present and walking onto a school bus. I blinked my eyes and tried to get the thoughts out of my head, but they remained.
Deaton said my eyes would glow if I was having a premonition, so I made my way to the full length mirror in my room. I covered my mouth and gasped when I noticed my light yellow glowing eyes. In that moment, another vision took over. Stiles wasn't himself, he was the Nogitsune, and the package was definitely something dangerous. I ran to my bed, grabbing my phone to call Lydia. I waited impatiently for her to answer.
"Lydia, what's going on at the school?" I questioned as soon as the line stopped ringing. I plopped down on the soft bed, eyes still glowing.
"There's some sort of package on one of the buses. They think it's a bomb. The bomb squad is coming to look at it." Her voice came through the small speaker of the device, and I sucked in a breath.
"I can't believe this. Look, there's some stuff I need to tell you and Scott but it can wait. Just keep everyone safe, okay?" I spoke into the receiver quickly, then ended the call. Something inside me told me to stay as far away from Stiles as I could for the time being. I let out a sigh and stood up to look in the mirror. My eyes began to fade from the piercing yellow back to their normal brown hue.
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