The bomb at the school ended up being disarmed and everyone was safe. After the whole ordeal was over, I called Lydia and explained what Deaton had told me. She was understanding and told me I would get through it just like she did.
That night, as I washed my face, my eyes started to change colors again. A vision of Stiles and his dad sitting in their car in silence came to me, and something in the back of my mind told me they were going to Eichen House.
I raced down the stairs of my house and walked to my car. I kept my head down in case anybody was around that could possibly see my eyes. I needed to find out why they were going there.
The car ride was silent, as I wasn't in the mood for music. I reached a stop light and realized that it was Sheriff Stilinski's car in front of me. I pulled my phone out and sent Stiles a text.
Pull over.
Almost immediately after hitting send, the car drifted to the side of the road and came to a halt. I checked in the mirror, and to my delight my eyes were their normal shade. I put my car in park and stepped out. Stiles and his father got out of their car as well, turning around to look at me.
"Where are you going?" I asked, approaching the two of them. Sheriff Stilinski gave me a confused look.
"Why are you here? Did you have another one of the feelings?" Stiles didn't answer my question, and I was taken back at his.
"What do you mean? Did Lydia tell you? And answer my question." I persisted, giving him a look of annoyance. He licked his bottom lip as his dad leaned up against the cop car. I loved when he licked his lip like that. He often did it when thinking or hesitating about something.
"Yes, she told me." He still didn't answer my question, and I gave him another look.
"Whoa, your eyes." He stepped closer to me in shock, furrowing his brows. I blinked a few times before getting another feeling. He was going to Eichen house.
"What the hell, Stiles? Why are you going to Eichen house?" I asked forcefully, with a hint of irritation in my voice.
"I feel like I have no privacy anymore." He joked, still not answering my question.
"Um, Stiles..Olivia wasn't on the chess board." The Sheriff interjected, referring to the chess board Stiles had used to explain all the supernatural creatures of Beacon Hills.
"Yeah, well she is now." Stiles mumbled, crossing his arms. I bit my lip nervously and looked at Stiles dad.
"Banshee?" He questioned, to which I chuckled in response. I suppose my abilities are similar to a banshees.
"Uh, Empath." Stiles replied, uncrossing his arms and turning to face his dad. His dad let out a almost inaudible "oh my god" remark before exiting the conversation.
"Why are you going there, Stiles? Do you not remember the part where a man who came from there had a tumor full of flies?!" I was speaking with a lot of emotion, as I didn't want him going into a place like Eichen house.
"If I'm in there, I can't hurt any of you." He said softly, looking into my eyes. I nodded understandingly and gave him a hug.
"It's only 72 hours." He spoke while holding me tightly. I felt tears well up in my eyes, but I didn't let them fall. He pulled away from the hug, putting his hands in his pockets.
"Okay. Be careful." I pleaded, getting a nod in response.
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I laid in bed that night trying to sleep, but all I could feel was every emotion that Stiles felt. It was like I was linked with him because any emotion he felt, I felt too. Nervousness, anger, fear...I felt it all. Until it suddenly stopped. I assumed he fell asleep, and I faded off into sleep as well.
The next two days were just normal school days. Well, except for the connections I had to Stiles feelings. It's like if I really focus and think about him, I can sense what he is feeling, but if I am focused on something else the feeling slips away. I don't quite understand all of my abilities yet, and it's going to take some time to get used to it.
Two days after entering Eichen House, Stiles somehow escaped. Everybody is now trying to find him, myself included. I've been trying to use my Empath abilities to sense his presence and find him, but I've had no luck. Kira's mother told us about how the Nogitsune came to be, and she insists that Stiles isn't going to come back. She said he's void, and is gone for good. I have a feeling that that isn't true, that we can save him somehow.
It's weird, being able to practically predict the future. After spending nights doing research about my abilities, I have come to the conclusion that I am a precognitive empath just like Deaton said. I can sense Stile's emotions and tell if he is in danger. Kira's mother may think that Stiles is void for good, but I know he isn't. I can feel it.
I joined Derek, Sheriff Stilinski, and Mr. Argent on a trip to Stiles room to look for clues. I informed them of my abilities and told them that I had a special connection to Stiles. I explained how I felt all the emotions he felt, and how I could tell when he was himself or when he was Nogitsune. Now here we are, standing in Stiles room. I observed the room, reading his board for anything new.
"What's this? What are the sticky notes for?" Derek spoke, and I turned to face him. He was motioning to a chessboard with different colored sticky notes. I looked at each piece on the board, reading the names of everybody on each note. Stilinski explained to Derek and Argent that Stiles used the board to explain the supernatural in Beacon Hills. My name was on a gray one, and I remembered Sheriff Stilinski saying something about me not being on the board.
"Hey, Sheriff, you said I wasn't on the board before right?" I asked, noticing that my pawn was right by Lydia's, who had a yellow sticky note on top. Stilinski nodded in response, then looked down at the board.
"Well, I am now." I stated, feeling my palms start to sweat. Stiles had to have done this.
"Maybe it's a message from Stiles. The real Stiles." Derek suggested with his arms crossed. I began searching the room for any other clues that could've been left.
"You think there's any reason my name is on the king?" He added, and I glanced back to the board to see Derek's position on the board.
"Well, you're heavily guarded. Though I guess the alarming detail is that you're one move away from being in checkmate." Stilinski spoke, pointing out things that I didn't understand. I've never played chess. I never understood it.
"It's not a message from Stiles. It's a threat from the Nogitsune." Mr. Argent said, and then it hit me. I couldn't feel Stiles emotions anymore last night because the Nogitsune had taken over.
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