Lydia Martin watched as Stiles collapsed forwards onto a very startled Kira. Kira started to lurch backwards, surprised about the additional weight added onto her slim figure. Scott turned around and lifted Stiles off of Kira.
Lydia had stood up with alarm, along with everyone else when Stiles had suddenly went to recovering from a some sort of coma to super- psycho. The worst part was, she hadn't heard what Stiles had said to Kira.
What was so important about Kira?
Kira looked just as freaked as Lydia felt. Lydia watched helplessly as Scott gently placed Stiles on the metal table, much to the Sheriff's dismay.
Lydia stared at Kira. What had he said? Before anyone could say anything else, she offered up what she knew they were all thinking.
"What did he say?" She asked, her voice echoing, sounding strangely metallic in the vet office.
"Goryō." Kira whispered.
"Gory- what?" Scott asked.
"Goryō. They were, are, vengeful Japanese ghosts, from the aristocratic classes, especially those who have been martyred." She looked extremely pale, even more so the usual.
Deaton, who had maintained radio silence for all of this, finally spoke up. "The Goryō are the spirits of powerful lords who had been wronged. They're capable of catastrophic vengeance, including destruction of crops and the summoning of a typhoon or an earthquake."
Lydia's ears perked up. She hadn't noticed it before, but outside had gotten considerably darker than normal, even though it was in the middle of day. It looked as if it had become apparent to Deaton as well.
"They have a vendetta. Although they normally act alone, Mr. Stilinski seems to have mentioning that there were more than one. Such an appearance could cause a very big disturbance. I wonder why they are working together."
Sheriff Stilinski looked out the window, where the sky was purple and the leaves swirled around in miniature circles.
"What does that mean? What can we do, I mean?"
"Well, ccording to tradition, the only way to quell the wrath of a goryō" was with the help of a yamabushi, who could perform the necessary rites that would tame the spirit."
Deaton said, his voice steady, his face emotionless.
"What's a yamabushi?" asked Kira this time, which kind of surprised Lydia, but since Kira was half Korean half Japanese, Lydia guessed that she wouldn't know everything about myth and religion.
"The Yamabushi are Japanese mountain ascetic hermits. They have a long tradition, endowed with supernatural powers in traditional Japanese mysticism. They follow the Shugendō doctrine, an integration of mainly esoteric Buddhism of the Shingon sect, with Tendai Buddhist, Taoism, and Shinto elements."
"Then, let's go find one." Lydia said. This time, Kira shook her head, adjusted the strap of the sword that gave her a sense of grace, something she needed in her clumsy life.
"We can't act so fast. It'd be hard to-!" She was cut off as the windows suddenly blew out, giving out a sound that was compared to gunshots.
The room was filled with wind and shatter glass, which was blowing in room unnaturally towards the group. It got loud, very loud. Lydia could have sworn mixed in with the wind were whispers. fukushu fukushu fukushu
The wind got tighter and tighter and tighter around them. Lydia felt her heart surge her forwards, that kind of feel when she was about to 'go banshee'.
Scott, as Lydia could see lurched forwards and pulled Kira past the little gate, which Lydia remembered was made of Mountain Ash, the stuff that keeps supernatural creatures out. He tried to close it, but he couldn't even touch it. Lydia made a move towards it, but she realized she couldn't even touch it either.
"Sheriff! Close that gate!" Lydia yelled over the window. Sheriff Stilinski was on the floor, a glass piece stuck in his cheek and leg. He nodded breathlessly and scrambled for the gate.
Deaton looked cool as a cucumber as he dropped to the floor, scribbling something on a piece of paper in ink quite rapidly.
Lydia couldn't see, there were papers and glass flying everywhere. She was knocked to the floor by a large text-book looking thing. The impact didn't hurt, in fact, nothing hurt except for her chest, her lungs.
Scott was also on the floor, Kira in his arms, slowly healing herself. He looked up at Lydia, and as their eyes met, his turned bright red.
"Scream!
He didn't need to tell her twice.
From the pit of her stomach, she let out a guttural cry, a scream louder than any one she had let loose before. It lasted for quite a few seconds, and the winds picked up on her scream, carrying it out the door and into the upcoming storm. It carried it voice all over Beacon Hills. It would be impossible to have not heard it. You'd have to be deaf or in an underground bunker.
Sheriff Stilinski was having troubles reaching the little gate in the whirlwind hurricane that was attacking the office.
Lydia crawled to the metal table, covering her head to block from the flying detritus, like they had taught her in elementary school. She decided to check on Stiles and pull him under the metal table. Gathering all of her strength, she pulled herself off the floor to check on Stiles.
She gasped.
Stiles, he wasn't, well, he didn't. He wasn't even scratched. Not hurt at all. It fact, the wind had stopped completely around him. All the things flying in the air… they didn't even touch him.
"Stiles!" Lydia cried out, shaking Stiles, hoping he heard her over the noise.
"Stiles, wake up!"
Stiles didn't move so much as an inch, and the door of the office suddenly shattered open, revealing someone who looked more like a body builder then human.
"Derek! Do something!" Lydia called out, but before Derek could do anything, a dark figure darted out from behind, leaping like a cheetah, running in between the gate and helping Sheriff Stilinski up, with Derek trailing behind.
Malia!
She turned around and saw Stiles lying on the floor, and almost dropped the Sheriff, if not for Lydia using hand movements to motion her into helping Sheriff Stilinski get to the gate. As soon as he shut it, the wind stopped in their little section of the office.
Lydia gasped as she collapsed back onto the floor, relieved.
But it wasn't over, as the winds only picked up in the waiting room, throwing chairs around.
"We can't stay her forever." Derek said gruffly, walking over to Stiles. Malia had also abandoned the Sheriff to turn her attention over to the unmoving Stiles.
"Is he dead?" she asked, a little too terrified to get closer.
"I hope not." Derek muttered under his breath.
Lydia couldn't talk as she was breathing too heavily, so she merely shook her head. Now her head really hurt, and she could feel the wet, sticky blood run down her face and into her eyes. She whipped the blood from her eyes so she could see. She did so just in time to see Deaton take the piece of paper he had been writing on and throw it into the wind.
And just as fast as the wind had started, it stopped.
"What was that?" Scott asked. Deaton looked towards him. "Just a thing I learned from an old friend."
It was awkwardly quietly for maybe a few moments, when the sound of crunching of glass underneath shoes turned everyone's attention towards the door.
Someone walked into the vet waiting room, hands in his jacket pockets. He looked at the room up and down and then towards everyone in the office to the left of the waiting room.
"Who the hell did you guys piss off?"
Lydia whipped away more blood from her face and got a good look at the guy who had just walked in.
"Isaac?"
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