DISCLAIMER: I do not own Teen Wolf, it's canon characters, storylines or dialogue. I do however own my OC Elsa Kirsch and any other OCs that make appearances in this fic.
"I feel really bad." Oliver sighed as him and Elsa exited their Spanish class. Elsa shifted the weight of her backpack on her shoulder as she glanced up at her best friend, a momentary flash of confusion illuminating her features. The pair walked slowly through the corridors of Beacon Hills High, pushing their way past students who were rushing to get home at the end of the school day.
"I didn't think the test was that bad, it could've been a lot worse." Considering the fact that she'd been too busy discovering the supernatural world to study for the Spanish test she'd just endured in her final period, she was actually pretty proud of herself. She'd answered every question, she didn't doubt that a lot of them were wrong, but at least she'd written something.
Oliver tilted his head slightly, squinting at her before shaking his head. "No not the test, I'm pretty sure I scraped a C in that. No, I'm talking about Shane…"
"Oh she was fine this morning, just tired, don't worry about it."
"Yeah but I bought it, you know," he leaned a little closer to the shorter blonde, lowering his voice so that passers-by didn't hear him "the weed." His eyes bulged at the sound of the word and Elsa couldn't help but smirk. "Maybe it was a bad batch. Maybe I poisoned her."
"Or maybe Shane just isn't as hard core as she likes to let us think she is?"
Oli mulled over Elsa's suggestion for a moment and she laughed when he shook his head. "Shane's the most hard core person I know."
"You're right," Elsa agreed. "She puts us all to shame."
He nodded in agreement, pushing open the double doors that led out to the playing fields. Elsa had soccer practice today after school – yet another reason why she hadn't ditched school with Lydia and Kira to play detective and look into Tracy Stewart's life – and Oliver never missed the chance to watch the girls' soccer team practice from the bleachers. "You wanna do something tonight? Go see a movie or something? I feel like I've not seen you in ages." Oli asked nonchalantly, as the pair walked onto the playing field. His words were directed towards his best friend but his dark eyes had long since drifted towards the girls warming up on the soccer pitch, many of whom were sporting crop tops and short shorts thanks to the hot weather.
Elsa raised a brow, smacking him in the chest lightly, dragging his attention away from her team mates. "You're looking at me right now."
"You know what I mean." He chastised, feigning injury by rubbing at the spot on his chest where her fist had made contact. "You're spending a bunch of time with McCall and his weird group of friends, I miss you and I know that Shane does too…"
Elsa felt a pang in her chest, it was guilt. Guilt that she was progressively spending less and less time with her two very best friends in favour of a bunch of supernatural tearaways who Elsa was almost certain had no clue what they were doing half of the time. And guilt that she still hadn't told Oliver the truth about what had really been happening these past few days. It wasn't that she didn't think he'd believe her, she was pretty sure he'd believe that the sky was red if Elsa told him it was, it was that she was afraid of what might happen to him should he know the truth. Despite the fact that she told herself Shane and Tracy Stewart's night terrors were not connected, she couldn't help but feel as though perhaps they were, and perhaps it was her fault.
"Hey Else, are you listening to me?" Oliver grumbled, forcefully dragging Elsa from her thoughts.
"What?" She asked, before rushing to answer his question. "No, I mean, yeah let's do something. Shane's on house arrest though, Vik's orders, so maybe come round tonight? I've actually got something I want to talk to you about…"
"Ohh, sounds serious." He joked, and Elsa frowned. She turned away from him, walking backwards towards the centre of the pitch. She pulled her t-shirt up and over her head and kicked off her jeans, revealing the grey Nike Sports bra and matching shorts she'd changed into before their Spanish class.
"Yeah, something like that." She shrugged, pulling a face at Oliver when he raked his eyes across her toned physique. "Don't be gross Blackwood, and sit at the back of the bleachers I don't want you scaring the girls!" With that she turned away from him and jogged lightly towards her team mates.
The Beacon Hills High school female soccer team was a mixed bunch, they were an entire group of girls all hailing from different social cliques who came together three times a week to unite as an unstoppable sporting force, and Elsa Kirsch – to her unending surprise – was their captain. Elsa tied her hair up into a ponytail, something she only did when she was playing soccer and something which told everyone that she meant business, and surveyed her team. There were a few new faces, freshmen who had tried out for the team on the first day of school, and then there were what Elsa liked to call her 'golden oldies', girls she had been playing alongside since preschool, who if it were not for Shane and Oliver, Elsa would absolutely consider her best friends.
"Alright ladies, good afternoon." She bellowed, grabbing the attention of every one of the girls, all of whom turned to look at her. "For those of you who already know me, welcome back, I hope you had a great summer. For those of you who don't I'm Elsa, and for reasons unbeknownst to me I've been elected as your captain this year. You can call me Elsa, Kirsch, Captain, your majesty, mom…" Her voice trailed off and she grinned when a couple of the other girls chuckled at her. A few of the younger girls exchanged glances, unsure as to whether or not this blonde chick in her full Nike kit was actually being serious or not. "Relax newbies I'm joking." She assured them, smirking when they visibly relaxed. "It'll be a short practice tonight so don't worry, I just want to see where everyone fits within in the team. I know we're in need of a new striker after Britney graduated last year so that spot is open if anyone thinks they can fill those sneakers."
There was a murmur of conversation amongst the girls and Elsa took the time to glance at each girl in turn, stopping when she reached Hayden Romero who was her first choice for Britney's replacement. There was something off about Hayden this afternoon Elsa thought, the usually bubbly Latina was positively silent, getting lost amongst the louder voices of the other girls. "Okay so we'll start with a couple of laps of the pitch, just to warm up then we'll head straight into a penalty shoot-out sound good?" Elsa asked, rolling her eyes when the team groaned at the idea of doing laps. "Listen, it's either that or you can all write me a detailed essay explaining the off side rule, it's up to you." It took a few seconds but eventually the girls took off, their pace picking up as each one decided to race the person in front of her. Before Hayden managed to kick off and join the group Elsa caught a light hold of her wrist. "Hayden, can we talk?"
Hayden snatched her wrist out of Elsa's hand, holding it close to her chest, her dark eyes wide. She only lowered it to her side when she caught sight of Elsa's concerned expression. "Uh, yeah, sorry what's up?" She asked quietly.
"I heard about what happened in your history class this morning; I just wanted to make sure you're alright?"
The brunette watched her carefully, doing her very best to decipher whether there were any hidden meanings to Elsa's question. Did her team captain know what had happened to her this morning, how the cut on her wrist - which she'd sustained courtesy of one Tracy Stewart – had disappeared before her eyes? Hayden didn't think that Elsa would believe her if she told her the truth, and so she simply lied. "Yeah I'm fine, I mean it was weird but I'm over it you know."
"You good to play?" Elsa asked, genuine concern lacing her tones. She smiled when Hayden nodded. "Excellent cause I've got my eye on you for our new striker Romero."
For a brief moment Hayden forgot about what had happened to her earlier that day, and instead she lunged herself at Elsa, wrapping her arms around the blondes neck and giving her a tight hug. "Are you kidding oh my god Elsa!" She beamed before pulling away from the hug, a soft blush peppering her tan cheeks. "Can you do that though? Aren't positions and stuff decided by Coach Finstock?"
"Coach has been in rehab for over a year, I'm pretty sure I can do whatever I like." Hayden grinned again and Elsa laughed, nodding her head towards the rest of the girls who were nearing them and their second lap of the pitch. "Don't think I'm going to let you slack though, get going." The brunette didn't need to be told twice, she bounded off after the rest of the girls, looking considerably happier than she had done only minutes earlier.
"You're good at that you know." Oliver said as the pair walked away from the soccer pitch and towards his car after practice had finished, Elsa pulled a face and Oli rushed to explain himself. "I mean those girls love you, they fucking run laps for you. McCall hasn't been to practice in months and I'm pretty sure if he asked me to run a lap I'd laugh in his face."
"Scott has a lot going on, I'm not sure lacrosse is his priority." Elsa defended Scott, unable to hide the small smile that threatened to lighten up her features at the mere thought of him.
"Well it should be, I'm going to college on a lacrosse scholarship and we haven't won a game in months. The Cyclones used to be force to be reckoned with; when Jackson was captain we were national champions, now we're a joke." He sighed dramatically. "Not to mention the fact that we've lost Lahey as well, and Mahealani seems to have dropped off the face of the earth."
Elsa nodded slowly as the pair walked towards Oliver's car. She didn't speak again until he unlocked it and she'd climbed into the passenger seat, she waited for him to get in on his side before she turned to him, her expression serious. "It's this town. It's always been weird." She offered an excuse and Oliver nodded in agreement.
"It's a shit show, try and tell me one other school where as many students have died under mysterious circumstances. I bet you can't."
"Uhh…Hogwarts?" Elsa suggested, making Oli laugh.
"Honestly, at this point I wouldn't even be surprised if Voldemort himself turned up and announced that Scott McCall was the chosen one…all roads lead back to McCall." He turned the key in the ignition and raised his brows at Elsa who turned away from him, resting her head against the glass of the window, watching the trees that lined the streets blur as Oli drove across town to the Kirsch house.
"Do you really think that?" Elsa asked as they pulled up on her drive way, Oliver's Toyota was by no means new, but it looked positively futuristic parked up alongside the ancient tin can on wheels that Viktor Kirsch drove. "Do you think there's something weird going on with Scott?"
Oliver pulled a face, resting his arm on top of the steering wheel and turning his upper body to face his best friend. "I know that there's something weird going on with Scott, everyone knows there's something we just don't know what it is exactly. I also know that you seemed to have gotten dragged into it." Elsa feigned confusion but Oli merely shook his head. "I've known you long enough to know when you're keeping something from me E, and look it's fine you can tell me whenever you're ready, I just want you to be careful around him. Too many people close to McCall have gotten hurt and I don't want you to be the next one."
Elsa sat back in her seat, astonished by the entire exchange she'd just had with her oldest and dearest friend. She'd been so uptight, worrying about how to tell Oliver that there was something weird going on with her, that she never thought that he'd have noticed it all by himself; she really didn't give him enough credit. Her silence didn't go unnoticed and Oliver sighed, reaching across the care to take a small lock of her hair in his hands, he gave it a light tug – something that was actually meant as a display of affection and one that he'd been doing since they were children – and smiled at her.
"Look, we can leave it for tonight. Let's just go inside, see Shane, order a pizza and watch some trash TV?"
Elsa nodded slowly. "Sounds good."
Oliver grinned a toothy comic grin at her and moved to clamber out the car. Elsa followed suit, grabbing her backpack which she'd thrown into the back seat and climbing out of the passenger side door.
"Oh thank god!" She heard Shane Campbell before she saw her, or rather felt her as the brunette ran full force into her best friend. Wrapping her arms around Elsa and squeezing her as though they'd been apart for years and not just a few hours. "I forgot you had soccer after school, I've missed you so much all day. I have been so bored. There is only so much mah-jong I can play with Vik before I want to throw myself off the lookout point." Shane's words came out as a fast jumbled mess, and Elsa simply laughed, stroking Shane's head affectionately and hugging her back just as hard.
"It's not even been a whole day." She teased, laughing again when Shane looked up at her through shocked eyes.
"It is the longest we have spent apart since that time I went to visit my mom like three years ago. I thought I was dying, you're like my left leg, do you know what it's like to lose your left leg?"
"I mean, not personally…." Elsa mused, "I missed you too."
"Are you feeling better?" Oliver piped up as he walked around the hood of the car to join the two girls. Shane released Elsa and immediately moved to hug him too. Elsa couldn't help but smile at the way the pair of them lit up the moment they embraced, it was so cute that it was almost sickening to look at.
"I am now." Shane chirped, taking both their hands and dragging them into the house. "But if I never seen Viktor and his damn loincloth again it will be too fucking soon."
"I am so full, it's gross look at me." Shane announced, climbing up from the sofa and pulling her shirt up to reveal her completely flat stomach. Elsa and Oli exchanged a glance and Shane did her very best to stick her none existent stomach out as far as she could. "I mean, talk about third trimester am I right?"
Elsa leaned forward, stroking Shane's stomach affectionately. "Oh Pepperoni Blackwood, I am so excited to be your aunt." She cooed, grinning when both Shane and Oliver blushed.
"So uh, another episode?" Oli asked, changing the subject. Shane nodded, pulling her shirt back down and flopping onto the couch between her two best friends. She shot a glare in Elsa's direction and the blonde raised her brows as if to say 'what?' before smirking when Oliver instinctively wrapped his arm around Shane's shoulders.
"Someone's phone is vibrating." Shane announced, halfway through the three of them singing along to the opening credits of yet another episode of Orange Is The New Black. Elsa patted down her pockets, resigning herself to the fact that it wasn't her phone when she couldn't find it on her person, Oli shrugged, muttering something about his battery dying hours ago. "Well it's not mine, Calamari got hold of mine this morning and I've not seen or heard it since."
Elsa glanced at the pug she and Shane had been bought two years ago as a joint Christmas present. He was curled up in his basket beside the window, his small feet twitching every now and then. Calamari snorted in his sleep and she couldn't help but laugh. "We'll find it later…" She mused, turning her attention back to the TV, much to Shane's displeasure.
"No, can you please just answer your phone it's so annoying and loud."
"The only thing that is annoying and loud is you." Oli muttered, turning the volume up on the television.
"Seriously can you not hear that?" Shane whined, pushing Elsa off the sofa in a desperate attempt to force her to retrieve her phone. "It sounds like it's coming from the kitchen."
Elsa stumbled as she was pushed from her previously very comfortable seated position, and had to use the arm of the sofa to steady herself. She had planned to simply sit back down, but Shane throwing her legs up into Elsa's place prevented her from doing so, and when the brunette pointed an angry finger towards the door Elsa threw her hands up in mock defeat. She couldn't hear her phone, and part of her didn't think Shane could either, she probably wants to be alone with Oli, she thought as she ducked out of the room, wandering slowly towards the kitchen. True to Shane's word her phone lay face down on the counter top of the island in the centre of the room, right next to the now empty pizza boxes that had been delivered to the trio less than an hour previously. Wiping any residual pizza grease from her fingers onto the back of her jeans Elsa picked up the phone, frowning when she turned it over and saw a multitude of messages.
LYDIA MARTIN:
S.O.S
KIRA YUKIMURA:
Meet us at the Sheriff's station asap x
Elsa read and reread the messages a handful of times, tapping her fingertips along the edge of the phone as she tried to make sense of the texts before finally tucking the phone safely away in her pocket and hurrying back to the TV room where Shane and Oli were still watching the same episode she'd left them with.
"Did you get it?" Shane asked, sensing Elsa's presence in the room. Elsa pulled a face, part of her wanted to ask when Shane's hearing got so good, but a bigger part of her knew she had to get out of the house and to the Sheriff's station across town.
"Uh yeah I did, it's Lydia…and Kira actually."
"Oh yeah, what do they want?" Shane asked again, her gaze still set firmly on the television set.
"Some kind of emergency, they need me to go to the Sheriff's station."
As though it were rehearsed Oliver and Shane groaned in perfect unison, their heads turning in an eerily synchronised way to look at Elsa who stood in the doorway. "You're going to ditch us again?" Oli asked bluntly, not bothering to sugar coat it.
"Are you forgetting that we are team Shelsa?" Shane was cut off by Oliver clearing his throat and rushed to correct herself. "Sorry team Shelsiver."
"Ellydira is a very new friendship and not one I think calls for dropping all your plans just because you get one measly text." Oli stated very matter of factly. Elsa was tempted to correct him, she'd received far more than one text from Lydia and Kira respectively, but something told her that her best friends didn't really want to hear it. "At least finish this episode with us, and then if you really need to go I will drive you across town myself?"
His offer was a good one, without a car of her own all Elsa had to get across town was her bicycle, and as much as she had enjoyed riding it as a child, the pain she got in her butt from sitting on that damn plastic seat was honestly not worth the time spent riding instead of walking. Well aware that they'd talked Elsa around without the need for much persuasion, Shane and Oli high fived in a small display of celebration and Shane patted the empty space on the sofa beside her, urging her best friend to take a seat and get comfortable.
Two episodes of Orange Is The New Black and eight texts from Lydia later Oliver Blackwood's black Ford pulled up alongside Lydia's car in the parking lot of the Sheriff's station. Oli leaned his elbows on the steering wheel, peering out the windscreen towards the building with a frown. "Doesn't look like much of an emergency."
Elsa, who was sat beside him in the passenger seat, murmured a sound of agreement. "I don't think they'd have text me so much if there wasn't something up."
"You want me to come in with you?" Oli asked, but Elsa shook her head.
"No, no, you go home. I know you promised Luke you'd help him with his homework and besides," she motioned her head towards the back seat where Shane appeared, grinning in the dark. "I've got back up."
"Yes you do." Shane chirped.
"Alright Campbell, let's go get this over with."
The girls took turns to kiss Oliver goodbye, thanking him for the ride and assuring him that they'd get Lydia to drive them home whenever they got finished doing whatever it was they'd been summoned for, and waved him out of the parking lot before heading into the station.
From the outside the station nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary, the lights were on and Elsa could make out the silhouettes of the deputies sitting at their desks. The only thing that seemed marginally concerning was the silence, it was unusually quiet. Elsa hadn't spent a whole lot of time in police stations but she figured that there would be more shouting coming from prisoners or at the very least the quiet hum of first responders answering the 911 phone calls. To her surprise there was none of that, in fact it was positively silent.
She knocked on the glass panel of the door that led into the reception, but didn't bother to wait for anyone to invite her in. Instead she pushed the door open and stepped inside with a not too uncharacteristic air of confidence. "Knock, knock only me." She called out, smiling at Lydia and Kira who were stood side by side a little way away from where she stood. When neither one of them spoke Elsa continued. "Sorry I'm late, I know your text said urgent but Shane wanted to finish the new Orange Is The New Black episode so…"
Still Lydia and Kira did not speak, and when Shane popped her head around the door Elsa offered her a simple shrug. "Well everything seems to be pretty chill here." Elsa mused, quickly growing tired of the sound of her own voice. Sure, she'd waited an hour or so to actually come when she was called but that was no excuse for Lydia and Kira to be icing her out the way they were. Turning away from Shane the blonde watched her new friends carefully, and it took a good few seconds for her gaze to follow theirs up on to the ceiling. "Holy fuck!" She yelped, taking a small step backwards, her arms instinctively moving out to shield Shane who was still stood behind her. Up on the ceiling something stared down at her, its teeth elongated, its eyes a vibrant yellow and its skin covered in what appeared to be scales. The only thing that gave Tracy Stewart away was her long dark hair, which even now was styled to perfection, which only served to agitate Elsa further. "Is that Tracy Stewart?" She asked incredulously, despite knowing the answer to her question was a resounding yes.
Tracy dropped down from the ceiling, landing perfectly on her two bare feet. She took one look at Shane before turning to her blonde companion and snarling at Elsa the moment she straightened up. In that moment it was as though everything slowed down, Tracy inched closer towards her and Elsa knew instantly that she was in danger, and more importantly so was Shane. When the all too familiar tingling sensation began pricking at the skin of her fingertips, slowly licking its way up her hands and arms, for the first time since it had begun Elsa didn't try to fight it, instead she closed her eyes, steadied her breathing and embraced it.
"Mom run!" Lydia's scream forced Elsa to open her eyes and when she did, they were not her usual icy blue but instead a deep and fiery orange.
Kira pulled her belt from her jean shorts, smirking when it instantly went ridged, forming a sharp edged sword. Twirling the katana expertly in her hands Kira lunged for Tracy who dodged the blow in a near miss. Elsa used the distraction of Kira to her advantage; focusing all her energy and concentration on the feeling those rose from the pit of her stomach. Unlike the first time she'd felt it, now it didn't hurt, she couldn't feel the heat of the small ball of fire that materialised when she held her hand out in front of her and when she brought her other hand up to join it, manipulating the fire felt like second nature.
Kira and Tracy sparred, each one taking a swing at the other and each one narrowly missing each time. Elsa continued to work on the embers that flickered between her palms, fashioning the flames into a perfect sphere, it was only when Tracy's tail flicked out, striking Lydia in the stomach that Elsa thrust her hands outwards, hurling the fireball towards Tracy and hitting her square in the chest just as Lydia fell to the floor, crimson blood soaking her light pink sweater.
Tracy roared, turning to Elsa and bearing her teeth. Behind her Kira raised her sword high above her head. A fiery spectre seemed to emanate from the girl, and Elsa watched it with a mixture of horror and intrigue. In that moment the world sped up again, and in one fell swoop Kira threw down her sword severing the long tail that seemed to be growing out of Tracy Stewart's spine.
"Shiiiiiit." Elsa heard Shane mutter under her breath as she backed up impossibly closer to the wall behind her before rushing to Lydia's side after Tracy darted out of the room.
Kira's chest rose and fell in quick succession, and the fiery aura that surrounded her grew brighter with each passing moment. Taking a few tentative steps towards her friend Elsa held out a hand, edging closer and relishing in the warmth that the fire surrounding Kira brought when she touched it. Elsa closed her hand slowly, curling it towards herself. With her movements the fire surrounding Kira diminished, and the searing pain that travelled up Elsa's arm told her that she was absorbing it, or at the very least helping Kira to extinguish it – though she couldn't have explained how she'd done it if she was asked. Once all and any fire had been extinguished the previously brightly lit police station seemed positively pitch black, and for a second after her eyes had returned to their usual colour Elsa struggled to see in the artificial light that the LED light bulbs provided. She was out of breath and weary, but they were not out of the woods yet.
"Guys, I'm not a doctor but this looks bad. Like really, really bad." Shane's voice was manic as she pressed her hands against Lydia's wound, doing her very best to stem the bleeding. Kira and Elsa exchanged a glance, one that said I don't have any idea what that was but thanks for helping before the pair of them rushed to Lydia's side, dropping to their knees beside Shane. Elsa took Lydia's hand in hers, stroking her thumb gently over Lydia's fingers in what she hoped was a reassuring way, whilst Kira worked beside Shane, pressing down on the wound in Lydia's stomach which was gushing with an unnerving amount of blood.
When Malia came running into the station moments later, Elsa visibly relaxed. Where there was Malia Tate there was Stiles Stilinski, and where there was Stiles there was Scott. And Scott McCall would know what to do. Elsa had every faith in him.
"Malia…" Lydia's voice was weak but it drew the attention of the werecoyote who had previously been too absorbed in looking at the devastation that had once been the Beacon Hills Sheriff department to actually notice her friend bleeding out on the linoleum flooring.
"Lydia?!" She asked, her voice laced with worried urgency.
"I'm ok, it's not, it's not as bad as it looks…" Lydia lied.
"Yeah." Shane agreed. "It's just a flesh wound." Elsa didn't know who Shane was trying to convince, Malia, Lydia or herself. But she smiled at her friend regardless and Shane returned it meekly.
"Malia, listen Tracy she thinks, she thinks she's asleep she thinks she's dreaming….it's a night terror." Lydia's voice faltered as the pain washed over her body. Malia frowned and shook her head.
"I don't know what that mea-"
"She's not dreaming. She's not asleep. Get her to understand." Lydia explained.
Elsa gently dropped Lydia's hand from her own, smiling at Kira when the kitsune immediately took over what Elsa had previously been doing. "Malia," Elsa stood up, looking seriously at Malia whose frantic eyes flickered from Lydia on the floor to Elsa Kirsch who was slowly approaching her. "They're in the basement." Elsa said.
"They?"
"Tracy, and Lydia's mom."
Malia nodded when Elsa motioned her head towards the door on the opposite side of the room and without another word the two girls disappeared through the door and down the stairs to the basement. It didn't take them long to find Tracy, who had long since found Natalie Martin and paralysed her the same way she had done all the deputies in the station. Catching sight of the two girls, Tracy dropped Natalie's leg – which she had been using to drag her across the floor to god only knows where – and kicked Lydia's mom out of the way. Elsa watched Mrs Martin roll a couple of times before coming to an abrupt stop against a stone wall, her eyes open but completely glazed over. Malia instinctively flicked out her claws and Elsa found herself wishing she had something more than the occasionally unruly fireball to defend herself with.
Tracy's eyes flashed a dangerous yellow, and beside Elsa, Malia shifted into her werecoyote form, protruding eyebrows, elongated teeth and vibrant blue eyes. The two girls snarled at one another in a raw, animalistic way and only stopped when one of Elsa's unruly fireballs hit Tracy in the leg, singeing a hole in the pyjama bottoms she was wearing. "Malia, get a hold of her. We have to make her understand that she isn't asleep."
Malia nodded, pushing Tracy to the ground, using her hands to pin Tracy's arms above her head, and pushing her knee against the brunette's throat, restricting her breathing.
"Malia…" Elsa warned as Tracy began to shift back to her usual, very much harmless, self. "Malia she can't breathe. Stop!"
The werecoyote glanced over her shoulder towards Elsa, whose wide eyes had returned to their usual oceanic blue, and growled only to be met with a stern look from Elsa.
"Malia she doesn't want to do this, she thinks she's dreaming. We have to make her understand. Let her go."
A few agonising moments passed by before Malia released Tracy from her choke hold. Beneath her the brunette coughed and spluttered, desperately trying to get the air that she had been deprived for the last few minutes into her lungs. She rolled over away from her two assailants, crawling until her back was pressed up against some old filing cabinets.
"Tracy…" Elsa said quietly, taking a small step towards her. Malia moved with her, nodding when Elsa offered her a small smile.
"Tracy, hey, look at me." Just as Malia had shifted back into her human form, her voice too had shifted and was now soft, almost to the point of being soothing, and had Elsa not been positively traumatised by everything that had happened within the past twenty minutes she would have been bursting with pride at the werecoyote's change of heart. Tracy responded to the sound of her name by staring through large, terrified eyes at the two girls in front of her. Confusion flourished upon her, still slightly scaly, features and Malia hurried to explain things to her. "You're not dreaming, this is real a-all of this is real. You get it? You get that. You're not dreaming Tracy."
"What's happening to me?" Tracy asked.
As if out of nowhere a masked figure appeared, a large needle held in what appeared to be a mechanical hand. Elsa gasped, looking away for the fraction of a second that it took the creature to insert the needle into Tracy's ear canal. Malia lunged forward, only to be held back by another figure that emerged from the shadows. Elsa raised a flaming hand, readying herself to rain hell on whatever it was that was pumping Tracy full of foreign substances but screamed as her hand was crushed between the metallic fingers of a third figure who twisted her arm until the flames that danced in the palm of her hand were forcefully extinguished.
Both girls watched in horror as a silver liquid poured out of Tracy's mouth and her dark eyes rolled into the back of her head.
"Condition. Is. Terminal." The creature beside her said as it dropped Tracy Stewart's lifeless body to the ground.
With that, Elsa and Malia were released. Malia – who hadn't once taken her eyes off of Tracy – slid down the wall in defeat, whilst Elsa rushed to Tracy's side pressing her fingertips to the brunette's neck in a desperate attempt to find a pulse.
"What are they?" Elsa hissed at Malia, whose blank stare shifted from Tracy on the floor to the flickering light of the corridor ahead of them.
"Gone." Malia said.
A/N: Hey guyssssss! Look at Elsa getting a hold of her powers in times of crisis don't you just love it. Also I am so pleased to have been able to get a little more of the Shane/Elsa/Oli brot3 into this chapter, because honestly I adore their friendship so very very much. I just wanted to take the time here to thank you guys for all the reviews you leave on this fic, I can't quite believe that From Ashes is almost at 100 reviews! That is a milestone I never believed in a million years that I would reach but here we are! So thank you! As usual if you like to see any Elsa edits then head over to my blog on tumblr (lydamartin) alternatively search the Elsa Kirsch tag as they can usually be found in there. I also track that tag so if you ever want to tag either me or Elsa in anything then use that. Please feel free to follow/fave/review as those emails make my day and since I've started working a full time 9-5 jobs the little things like reading reviews on my lunch break are what get me through the day. Thank you again for the continued support, you guys are the greatest!