Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf. Jeff Davis does in order to hurt us right in the feelings every week. I also loved the Season Finale! Hope you guys did too!
The next morning Kinley woke up and went to check on Lydia, but she was already gone. Kinley had no idea where the girl went, but she hoped it was for something Lydia wanted to do and not another black out moment. Kinley grabbed her things and got ready for her day. She surprisingly had a pretty light day ahead of her. She was meeting up with Stiles for lunch and then going over to meet Deaton to work on controlling her powers.
Kinley and Stiles had a plan to try and figure out what his dad knew about the current homicides in town. They were hitting dead ends everywhere when it came to connecting the murders, and Stiles hoped that his dad might have found out something they hadn't. However, every time Stiles tried to talk to his dad about it, he got shot down. The sheriff, being good at his job, refused to release details of the case to anyone, including his teenage son. So Stiles thought that a "get to know the new girl in his life" lunch in the sheriff's office would be a good cover to get some information.
Stiles told his dad that he wanted him to get to know Kinley since she would be around a lot more. Even if they couldn't get any information out of his dad together, at least they could lure the sheriff out of the office and then have the other snoop around if nothing else. Kinley also thought that Stiles really did want Kinley and his dad to get to know each other. Besides Scott, his dad was the only important person in Stiles life.
Kinley got in her car and drove to the sheriff's station to meet Stiles. Stiles said he would pick up lunch for all of them and meet her there. As she pulled into the station parking lot, she saw Stiles leaning on the back of his jeep waiting for her. She parked next to him and got out of the car.
"Hey," she said as she walked up to him. She gave him a hug and a peck on the cheek.
"Well, hi." Stiles said with a stupid grin on his face. Kinley shook her head. "Ready?" Stiles asked and grabbed her hand.
"Yup, let's go manipulate information out of your dad." She replied.
Stiles laughed at her bad joke and they headed inside. They walked straight passed reception without a word. Everyone was used to Stiles coming and going. They got to his dad's office and Stiles knocked on the door frame to signal they were here.
The sheriff looked up. "Hey guys, have a seat. Nice seeing you again, Kinley." He said.
"You too, Sheriff." She replied.
Stiles shut the door behind them and gestured for Kinley to take a seat across from his dads desk. Stiles started unpacking the food out. It was just burgers and what Kinley thought would be fries from the place Stiles took Kinley the night he found out she was a hunter. Stiles then took the seat next to her and continued pulling food out of the bags.
The sheriff took one bite of his burger and looked at Stiles with an annoyed expression. "What the hell is this?" The sheriff asked.
"Veggie burger." Stiles told him.
"Stiles," The sheriff said and put the burger down. " I asked for a hamburger."
"Well, veggie is healthier. We're being healthy" Stiles responded.
Kinley took a bit of her burger. "Stiles! Did you get me a veggie burger too?" She said through the awful taste in her mouth.
"Like I said were being healthy." Stiles repeated and gestured to all three of them.
"Yeah a burger has lettuce on it. Close enough." She replied and Stiles rolled his eyes.
"She gets it." The sheriff said and pointed at Kinley.
"Just eat." Stiles sighed and he began to eat his salad.
Kinley reached for a box that she prayed held fries. When she opened it, she found celery and carrots. She looked at Stiles for a reason why she had vegetables and not fries. Stiles dad saw what Kinley had and then opened his. He gave Stiles the same look.
"Oh, hell. Why are you trying to ruin my life?" The sheriff asked his son.
"Okay, I'm trying to extend your life, okay? Could you just eat it, please, both of you." Stiles responded and then took another bite of his salad. "And Dad tell me what you found?" Stiles added then he took a drink of what Kinley thought was soda but was probably just water.
"No, Stiles, I told you before. I'm not sharing confidential police work with some teenagers." The sheriff said.
"Is that it on the board behind you?" Kinley pointed out. Behind the sheriff's head was a large cork board covered in photos, newspaper articles, and strings tying one thing to another. Kinley had been looking at it and trying to figure it out, but from this far, and without knowing what each piece meant, it was hard to decipher anything.
"Don't look at that." He told the teenagers.
"A'ight." Stiles replied and then stretched up out of his seat to try and see more.
"Avert your eyes." The sheriff told them.
"Okay." Stiles replied and still looked over his dad's shoulder.
His dad moved in front of Stiles to try and block his sight. Kinley just looked over the other side that wasn't blocked and the sheriff moved to block her which then left Stiles free to look again.
"Just-It's just- I see arrows point at pictures" Stiles said as he stared at the bored.
Stiles dad went to block Stiles view again.
"I see-" Kinley started but then the sheriff spoke over her.
"Okay, okay, stop. Fine." The sheriff gave in. "I found something."
Stiles and Kinley sat back in their seats to listen.
"Mechanic and the couple who were murdered. They all had something in common."
"All three?" Kinley asked.
"Yeah, you know what I always say, Stiles, ones an incident, two's a coincidence, and threes-"
"Three's a pattern." Stiles finished the sentence.
"The mechanic, the husband, the wife-All the same age." The sheriff revealed. "All 24."
"Wait a minute, what about Mr. Lahey?" Stiles asked. "I mean, Isaac's dad isn't anywhere near 24."
"Which made me think that either A. Lahey's murder wasn't connected or B. the ages were a coincidence, until I found this, which would be C." The sheriff then pulled out an old case file and handed it to Stiles. "Did you know that Isaac had an older brother named Cameron?" The sheriff asked.
Kinley and Stiles looked at the file. It was about Isaac's brother Cameron. He was in the military but was now deceased. Stiles looked back up at his dad and answered his previous question "Died in combat," Stiles read from the file.
"But if he were alive today, take one guess as to how old he'd be." Stiles told them.
Both Kinley and Stiles said, "24."
The three exchanged a curious look and then all of them got up from the desk and rushed to go look at the board. Kinley scanned it looking at all the connections. Age was just a number. It grouped people together, sure, but age didn't bring anything in common but that? There had to be something else. If someone is the same age then- then Kinley had a thought.
"Now what if the same age means same class-I mean, did you think of that?" She asked.
"Yeah, uh, yeah…" Stiles' dad replied. "Okay, I would've. I mean, I- look I just got Lahey's file two hours ago." He told her. "Who is this girl? Who taught you to read case files" The Sheriff asked.
"My uncle was an insurance investigator," She lied and Mr. Stilinski looked at her with a puzzled expression. "He was really thorough," She added. "Almost like a cop." She said and then went back to looking at the board.
Stiles being the smart guy that he is, changed the subject of her background. At least, she hoped she impressed the sheriff even though now he thought she was a little odd but so was his son.
"Same class." Stiles said and then looked at the two of them like he had an idea. "Yearbooks." He told them.
The sheriff and Stiles ran over to cabinet to look for old yearbooks and school records. Kinley followed them and helped them pull and carry all the files back to the Sheriff's desk. They all began flipping through files.
"Hey, hey, here it is." Stiles said and Kinley and the Sheriff put down their files to look at the one in Stiles' hands. "Class of 2006. They all went to Beacon HIlls, including Isaac's brother."
"Alright, so what if they all knew each other you know?" Kinley asked. "I mean, two of them were married, so maybe they all just hung out."
"Well, they could have had the same classes together." Stiles suggested. "They could've-" Stiles paused and looked down at the paper in front of him. He must have found something.
"What?" His dad asked.
"Same teacher." Stiles said and pointed to a picture of Mr. Harris, who had all of them on the same class roster.
"Okay, why am I sheriff if you two are doing all the work?" Stiles dad asked. "What have you been doing with your free time, Stiles? Solving mysteries?"
Stiles and Kinley looked at each other and tried to keep straight faces. If only the sheriff knew what they were caught up in.
"It was a lucky guess, dad. You'll be useful eventually. We can't asked for warrants, but if you want me to interrogate the witnesses, I-" Stiles joked and the Sheriff rolled his eyes.
"Alright that's enough." The sheriff told his son and Kinley laughed. "They were all in his class." He reiterated.
"All four." Stiles replied.
"And I don't know how Mr. Lahey fits in, but this-Kids, this is definitely a pattern." The sheriff said.
"Alright, give me one of the 2006 yearbooks." Kinley said and "We need faces to these names."
"Which ones?" Stiles asked.
"Everyone in that Chemistry class." The sheriff answered for her. He gave her a smile like he approved of her. It really did make her feel good that she impressed Stiles' dad, not the sheriff but his dad. "If the killer is not done killing-"
"Then one of them's next." Kinley finished his thought. The sheriff nodded and got on the phone to tell his officers what they had found.
The next couple hours Stiles and Kinley helped Mr. Stilinski go through the yearbooks to get photos and any current information on the kids from that chemistry class. They compiled files on each student from current whereabouts to last known jobs. Anything that could lead to either where they were or how they were all connected. Stiles stayed longer to help because Kinley had promised Deaton she would meet with him. Kinley lied to Stiles and said she needed to catch up on school work and that she would see him at school tomorrow. He kissed her goodbye, and she headed to the Animal clinic to train with Deaton.
She had been practicing the telekinesis on her own as much as she could. So far she had moved about as much as a pen across the floor, but the floor was probably slanted, which meant she probably didn't really even move it herself. It was all becoming so frustrating and she just wanted to work on that power, but Deaton didn't. He thought it was best to work on the emotional power. He felt that one was more important. Kinley could understand that to a point, but she was in the middle of a fight, and she needed fire power, something that could do some damage. But she couldn't control Deaton and she was stuck working on what he wanted.
She pulled into the parking lot of the clinic and saw that only Deaton's car was there. She headed inside and found Deaton in one of the exam rooms with a bunch of CDs and a stereo.
"What's all this?" She asked looking at the stacks of CDs.
"This is the lesson. Like I told you before, Sirens learn to sing first then to talk. So you have a lot of catching up to do.
"I didn't think you were serious." She said.
"Dead serious, Kinley. This power is not something to toy with. You many not even know when you you're using it. Manipulating people is a subtle art and you need to be aware of when you're doing it." He warned her.
Kinley sighed. "Fine. Let's get this over with."
"We'll start with easy songs that have an obvious meaning and tone." He told her and placed the CD in the stereo that was set up on the back counter. It began to play, "I'm so excited!" by The Pointer Sisters. She roller her eyes and groaned.
"Do I really have to do this?" She whined.
"Do you want to control Stiles feelings for you on accident or do you want to know they're true?" He replied and gave her a serious look.
The song continued to play, and she began to sing, but it just felt awkward and weird.
"Come on Kinley, believe in what the song says. Make me excited!" He told her. She tried but the entire thing felt so forced that she just couldn't do it. She also felt ridiculous singing this song.
"Okay, okay, stop. This obviously isn't working." Deaton said,
"Ya think?" She replied and stopped the music on the stereo. She already hated that song, and now she hated it more.
"Let's take a different approach. Do you have a music player with you?" He asked.
"Yeah, I have my ipod." She told him and reached into her jacket pocket and pulled it out.
He took it from her and plugged it into the stereo. "Go through your music and pick something that means something to you. Something that I don't know. It just has to give you a feeling. It doesn't need to be about anything specific. Then just focus on memories and feelings that go with it. Then I will tell you how I feel after your done." Deaton explained
Kinley took a deep breath and nodded. She picked up her ipod and searched through it until she found a song that might work. She saw "Fast Car," by Tracy Chapman on a playlist and a specific memory came to mind. This version was a cover, but she thought it would work. She played the song and sang along. As she sang, she remembered sitting in the back of her Dad's car with her mom next to her. She must have been 2 or 3 at the time. Whenever they traveled late, she had a hard time falling asleep in the backseat. So her mom would sing her this song and she would immediately get drowsy. It made her feel safe and warm.
She finished the song and looked at Deaton. "How was that?" She asked after she finished the song.
Deaton had a very relaxed and calm expression. "I feel like someone just gave me a muscle relaxer." He told her. Slowly, he seemed to come out of it. He shook his arms out and moved around. "Whoa, that was intense." He said and threw his arms behind him and kept pacing. "Sorry, I just got to wake up."
"So it worked, then?" She asked.
"I think so." He responded and finally sat back down. "What does that song make you think of?" He asked.
"My Mom used to sing it to me on long trips when I couldn't sleep." She replied.
"Ah now it all makes sense. I also felt mildly upset like something was missing that shouldn't be." He explained. "That must have been you feeling the absence of you mother when you sing this."
"Must be." She said and suddenly felt very naked.
"Now let's do it again but this time, make me not feel it. Keep it to yourself." Deaton requested.
She nodded and played the song again. It took her a few times to get it, but eventually Deaton was feeling less and less of the song.
"I think that is enough for the day." He told her and yawned. "Next time you come in, pick a new song and instantly try and make me not feel it. You have a handle in giving your emotions to others but not hiding them."
Kinley sort of thought that was strange. She hated revealing feelings, but she guessed magic was ironic that way. It worked against you to make sure you would control it. It was like a safety net for whoever got the power because the last thing Kinley wanted to do was reveal her feelings and her powers made her.
"Also, you may want to stick around. Scott and Derek and coming in to talk Kanima." He added as he began to pack away the CDs and stereo.
"I know." She replied. "That's why I had lunch with Stiles so then I could come here and not miss the 'special' meeting. But first, I'm gonna get some air. Bottling emotions takes a bit out of a person."
Kinley walked outside and took a deep breath. She was always told that bottling up emotions was a stress on the body. So she guessed that this exhausted feeling would stick around for a while or forever. She would always have to be on top of what she was feeling. She hoped it would get easier.
She then sat on the front steps of the clinic and just gave herself a moment to relax. As she sat there, she saw Scott pull in. She stood up and pulled herself together. It was time to work more.
"Hey, you're early." Scott said as he walked up to her.
"I've been here for a while with Deaton. He's been helping me out. Also, we got some good information from Stiles' dad at lunch today." She informed him.
"Yeah, Stiles called me. And what is Deaton helping you with?" Scott inquired.
"He's helping me control my abilities. You must know what that feels like."
"All too well." Scott replied and then nodded his head for them to continue this conversation inside.
She followed Scott inside and to the exam room where Kinley had just finished her training. Deaton was inside puttering around.
"Oh good Scott you're here." Deaton said when he heard them come in. "When is Derek arriving?"
"Soon." Scott replied. The moment Scott said that he perked up and looked back at the door. "Make that now." Scott revised and then walked over to the door.
Kinley followed him back to the waiting room where he opened the door for Derek.
"What's he doing here?" Kinley asked and pointed at Isaac who was standing behind Derek in the doorway.
"I need him." Derek replied curtly.
"I don't trust him." Kinley told him and looked Isaac up and down with a sneer.
"Yeah, well he doesn't trust you either." Isaac replied and gave Kinley the same once over.
Derek and Isaac pushed passed Scott and Kinley into the clinic.
"You know what? Derek doesn't care." Derek said agitatedly to the both of them to end the stupid argument that was about to begin. He then turned to Scott. "Where's the vet? Is he going to help us out or not?"
Deaton then appeared out of nowhere. "That depends." Deaton said as he leaned against the wall that led to the hallway back to the exam rooms. "Your friend Jackson, are we planning to kill him or save him?"
Scott and Kinley both replied, "Save him" and Derek replied "Kill him" at the same time.
Scott said, "Save him," again in a more intense tone that reminded Derek of their previous agreement. If they were going to help Derek, then he had to do it their way. Derek rolled his eyes and nodded begrudgingly.
Deaton waved them all to follow him and then led them all back into the same exam room Kinley spent her evening in. The three werewolves and Kinley were on one side of the table and Deaton was on the other. Deaton had placed a series of small bottles, no bigger than salt shakers on the table. Each bottle had a powder like substance inside and a different symbol on their lid. Isaac went to touch one and Derek slapped his hand.
"Watch what you touch." Derek scolded Isaac.
"So what are you? Some kind of witch?" Isaac asked in a condescending tone as he leaned forward placing his arms on the table.
"No, I'm a veterinarian." Deaton replied flatly. Deaton picked up each bottle and looked at it. "Unfortunately, I don't see anything here that's going to be an effective defense against a paralytic toxin." Deaton told them.
"We're open to suggestions." Derek said.
"What about an effective offense." Isaac suggested and sounded already fed up with the new non-aggressive plan.
"No, we already tried." Derek told Isaac and then looked back up at Deaton. "I nearly took its head off. And Argent emptied an entire clip into it. The thing just gets back up." Derek informed Deaton.
"Has it shown any weaknesses?" Deaton asked.
"Well, one, It can't swim." Kinley told him.
"Does that go for Jackson as well?" Deaton questioned.
Kinley looked at Scott for that answer.
"No," Scott said. "He's captain of the swim team."
"Essentially, you're trying to catch two people." Deaton explained and then turned to pull something out of a drawer. He came back with what looked like a coin but it was not solid. It had the image of a man cross-legged with symbols around him, and it was weaved out of the metal. Everyone stared at it for a moment. "The puppet." He said indicating the coin-like thing in his hand. "And a puppeteer." He added. He placed the coin on the table. "One killed the husband, but the other had to take care of the wife. Do we know why?" He asked.
"I don't think he could do it." said Scott. "His mother died pregnant too, and she was maybe murdered. I don't think he could do the same to someone else" He explained further.
"How do you know it's not part of the rules? The kanima only kills murderers. If Jackson kills the wife, then the baby dies too." Isaac said.
"Does that mean your father was a murderer?" Scott asked Isaac.
"I wouldn't be surprised if he was." Isaac replied and then looked back down at the table.
Kinley took Isaac in a little more at that moment. She had never felt sympathy for him since his actions lately had been so cruel, but then she never knew the Isaac before he was a wolf. In the moment when he spoke about his dad, she saw the shy and scared kid he used to be. Maybe he wasn't so bad after all.
"Hold on." Deaton told them and they all focused on him. "The book says they're bonded, right? What if the fear of water isn't coming from Jackson, but from the person controlling him?" Deaton asked. "What if something that affects the kanima also affects its master?" Deaton said and then poured black dust around the coin to demonstrate his point.
"Meaning what?" Isaac asked.
"Meaning we can catch them. Both of them." Kinley replied.
The next day they had a plan in place with just a few kinks they needed to work out. There was a big secret rave happening that the entire school was planning on attending. If Jackson and his master would be anywhere together this place would be it. Scott had tried to get them tickets last night, but they were sold out. So to make their plan work they needed to find tickets elsewhere. The problem was no one knew where that place would be.
Kinley met Stiles and Scott at school in the parking lot the next morning. Kinley sat on the back bumper of her car, sipping her black coffee when Stiles' Jeep pulled up next to her car. Scott and Stiles hopped out and walked over.
"There's gotta be some other way to get tickets, right?" Scott asked Stiles as he walked up to her car.
"It's a secret show. There's only one way, and it's secret." Stiles answered.
The three joined up and began to walk into school. Stiles grabbed Kinley's hand as they walked alongside Scott.
"Hey," a voice called from behind them.
The three of them turned around and saw Matt walking to catch up with them.
"Any of you guys know why no one's getting suspended after what happened the other day at school?" Matt asked.
"Just forget about it." Stiles told him. "Nobody got hurt."
"I-I had a concussion." Matt replied. Matt didn't seem to understand their apathetic take on the events of the other day. But why would he?
"Well, nobody seriously got hurt." Stiles argued.
"I was in the ER for six hours." Matt replied.
"Hey, do you want to know the truth, Matt? Your little bump on the head is about this-" Stiles started and then released Kinley's hand and bent over with his hand hovering about an inch from the ground. "-high on our list of problems right now." He said agitatedly. Kinley and Scott stifled laughter. Matt did not look pleased.
"Are you okay?" Kinley asked Matt.
"Yeah, I'm fine now." Matt said. "So you guys didn't get any tickets last night either." Matt must have overheard their conversation.
"Are they still selling?" Scott asked.
"Uh, no, but I managed to find two online. You should keep trying. Sounds like everyone's going to be there." Matt told them and then his eyes lingered a little longer on Kinley than anyone else before he walked away.
"I don't like him." Stiles said and took Kinley's hand again. Scott turned to continue walking into school when Stiles put up his other hand to stop him. "Hey, are you sure about this plan?" He asked.
"Last time, whoever's controlling Jackson had to kill somebody because he didn't finish the job, so what do you think he's going to do this time?" Scott replied.
"Be there to make sure it happens." Stiles replied with a sigh.
"This is our one shot. We can't miss it." Kinley added and Stiles squeezed her hand.
"Okay, then let's find those tickets." Stiles replied.
After their world history class, the guys headed off to gym and told Kinley they would work on the tickets. They thought one guy on the team would have them. Kinley went to her free period class. She didn't really feel like working on anything actually school related so she headed to the library to do more research on her fae side. She had barely found anything but she knew she had to keep looking. Most of what she had found so far were legends that didn't add up to her. This time was no different. As she walked to the library, she saw Allison wiping her face in her locker mirror.
"Hey, are you okay?" Kinley asked Allison.
"Oh yeah, hey. Yeah, I'm fine. Things with Scott are just weird." She replied.
"What's going on? I thought the seeing each other in secret thing was working well...I mean as well as that could work." Kinley replied.
Allison shut her locker and turned back to Kinley. "Scott wants us to be seen seeing other people, which I get but…" Allison trailed off.
"I get it. That is weird." Kinley replied and tried to sound sympathetic. Kinley was really bad a girl talk. She wasn't sure if she should be offering the girl a hug or giving her advice. Granted, she was not the best person to ask for boy advice in any way. She was awful at all things dating related. Kinley was pretty sure things were working with Stiles because they hadn't tried to talk about what they were yet. They just kind of existed as a pair now.
"And I already accidentally said yes to going out with someone else. Scott told me that was great, and that I should even kiss him just to get our parents off our backs. He thinks if my mom sees me with someone else that she will really believe that we aren't seeing each other anymore." Allison explained.
"That makes sense. You're not the type to be dating two guys or cheating on someone, especially to your parents." Kinley replied.
"Yeah, you're right. I'm reading too much into this. It's what we have to do or who knows what my parents might do to Scott."
"Yeah, no supernatural creature is safe if they know about it." Kinley replied and wasn't thinking about how that would sound. Allison's face then changed and she looked liked she was embarrassed about something or guilty of something.
"Right, I have to tell you that too." Allison replied cryptically.
"Tell me what?" Kinley asked.
"Gerard and my dad know about Jackson." Allison confessed, but before Kinley could say anything, Allison explained. "I know it wasn't a good idea, but they were showing me dead bodies and saying that if we can't stop it, who's gonna die next. We're just a bunch of teenagers. We might not be able to handle this."
"It's okay." Kinley consoled her. "Really, it's probably a good thing. Hopefully, we can save Jackson but if we truly can't, there will be someone to save our asses. Let's just hope your dad makes the call and not your grandfather."
"Why is that?" Allison asked.
"Well, your dad seems a bit more open about saving before killing. Maybe we can actually make him see what we're trying to do. Gerard on the other hand…" Kinley said and knew Allison understood it.
"Gerard is not at all open minded. I know." Allison said. "Well, I have to get to class. I will see you later." She said and walked down the hallway.
By the time lunch hit, the boys had their tickets. Apparently they were having no luck, so Isaac handled it. And by handled it, he beat up some kid and took his three tickets. Kinley was not thrilled by the way they got their tickets, but she knew that the kid they took them from would be safe. So she really didn't feel too bad. After school, they all met up and headed over to the animal clinic to get the rest of what they needed to execute their plan.
They were all standing in the Clinic's exam room and Deaton was showing them what they were going to use to knock Jackson out.
"Ketamine?" Kinley questioned.
"It's the same stuff we use on the dogs, just a higher dosage. If you can get close enough to Jackson, it should slow him down enough to buy you some time." Deaton explained and then walked over to the shelf behind him and grabbed one of the bottles he showed them yesterday. This one had a symbol that looked kind of like an F if the two horizontal lines were moved to the middle of the vertical line. "This is some of what you'll use create a barrier. This part is for you Stiles." Deaton told them. "Only you." He then placed the bottle on the exam table.
"Uh, that sounds like a lot of pressure. Can we maybe find a slightly less pressure-filled task for me?" Stiles replied.
"It's from the mountain ash tree; which is believed by many cultures to protect against the supernatural. This office.-" Deaton then pointed around the room. "-is lined with ashwood, making it difficult for someone like Scott to cause me any trouble." Deaton told them.
Kinley had done the same thing to her room at Lydia's. She was planning on doing it to the whole house but she hadn't had time yet.
"Okay, so then what? I just spread it around the whole building and then either Jackson or whoever's controlling him can't cross it?" Stiles asked.
"They'll be trapped." Deaton replied.
"Doesn't sound too hard." Scott said to Stiles.
"That's not all there is. Think of it like gunpowder. It's just the powder until a spark ignites it. You need to be that spark Stiles," Deaton told the boy who now looked more nervous than before.
"If you mean light myself on fire, I don't think I'm up for that." Stiles replied.
"Let me try another analogy. I used to golf. I learned that the best golfers never swing before first imagining where they want the ball to go. They see it in their mind and their mind takes over. It can be pretty extraordinary what the force of your own will can accomplish." Deaton explained.
"Force of will." Stiles repeated and gulped. He was back to being extremely nervous about his task.
"If this is going to work, Stiles, you have to believe it."
Stiles took a deep breath to try and calm himself down. At least Kinley could be helpful for him right now. She placed a hand on his arm and felt him relax. "You can do this." She whispered to him and squeezed him arm. He took another deep breath and slipped his hand into hers. He seemed at ease now, but his face still showed his apprehension about the whole thing.
After they all got their assignments for the plan, they dispersed until it was time to meet back up for the rave. Kinley went back and slept at Lydia's. She felt like she hadn't slept in days. As she drifted off, she fell into the oddest dream. When she woke up, she couldn't really remember what happened. There were flashes of green and sparkling lights. The only thing that she remembered was the feeling of the dream. The was the strangest feeling of belonging and disapproval at the same time. Kinley didn't like it.
Kinley checked her watch and knew that Stiles would be arriving any minute. She put on a little make-up and the only skirt she owned to look more like she was really going to the rave. She heard the jeep's horn and knew she had to leave. She finished putting on her only pair of heeled shoes which were heeled ankle boots and walked out to meet Stiles. He got out of the jeep and opened the door for her.
She looked at Stiles and saw that something was off. He wasn't buzzing with energy as usual. Something was wrong.
"You okay?" She asked him as he held the door open.
"Yeah, I'm fine." He told her and she could tell he was lying and looked at him skeptically. "Are you getting in the car?" He asked, still holding the door.
"Okay, see, I am the evasive one who doesn't reveal emotions out of the two of us. If you start too then this will be one dysfunctional relationship." She told him.
Stiles sighed. "I just didn't want you worried about anything besides dealing with Jackson tonight." He told her.
"Stiles, what's going on?" She asked and was becoming really scared about what this could be about. Stiles could hear the fear in her voice.
"No, no, it's nothing like that." Stiles replied after realizing how he sounded. "It's just...my dad got suspended from being the sheriff tonight, and it's all my fault."
"Stiles, how is it your fault?" She asked.
"They said that 'The son of the police chief stealing police property and having a restraining order filed against him by one of the town's most respected attorneys did not reflect well on the county.'" Stiles answered and it sounded like he was quoting someone. "So they gave him a forced leave of absence, but really, they fired him."
"Oh god, Stiles, I'm so sorry. I thought that maybe since we got that break in the case, it might help him." Kinley replied.
"Yeah, I did too, but the kicker is, he's not even mad at me. I asked him why. He said he wasn't sure, but he thought maybe it was that he didn't want to make his day worse by having to yell at his own son." Stiles told her and then looked away.
Kinley could see Stiles fighting tears. She walked up to him and gave him a hug. The one relationship besides his one with Scott that he prized the most was the one with his Dad. After his mom died, he was all Stiles had. They had gone through everything together. Kinley could tell that he could barely handle his dad being this upset with him. She felt horrible.
"We will fix this." She promised him. "And it's not all your fault. We helped you with all of this and we will all help him get his job back."
They separated from the hug and Stiles ran his hands through his hair and nodded. "Right and the best way to do that is to stop Jackson and his puppet master." Stiles replied and had a hint of anger in his voice.
"You ready to do this?" She asked him.
He nodded yes and then she got in the car. He closed the door behind her and got in the driver side. They then left to pick up Scott. It was a quiet car ride to the industrial park where the rave was being held. When they arrived, Stiles parked and they all went to unpack the car.
Stiles then stared at Kinley for a moment.
"What?" She asked him.
"I forgot to tell you how good you look in that skirt and heels. You should try this look more often." He answered.
"I'll keep that in mind." She teased and Stiles usual goofy smile spread across his face.
They walked around to the back of Stiles' jeep and began unloading the supplies. Scott looked at Stiles strangely and then just shook his head.
"Let's grab the other bag," Stiles told them.
"We can't," Kinley replied. "Remember Deaton said you have to do it alone." She reminded him.
"Okay this plan is really starting to suck." Stiles replied.
Scott then got distracted by something and terror crossed his face. "No." He said and then walked closer to get a better look at whatever was freaking him out. "Not here, not now." He said. Kinley fell in step behind him and saw what he was looking at. It was Allison on her date with Matt.
"What?" Stiles asked and then Scott just took off running. "Scott! What am I supposed to-" Stiles yelled after him. "Plan officially sucks." He muttered.
"Just spread the ash and make sure sure you cover the whole place. We don't want anyone slipping by. I'm going to get Scott focused. It doesn't matter Allison is here. As long as we can trap the kanima like we planned, no one should get hurt." She kissed Stiles and then went into the rave.
The place was huge. It was your typical industrial looking warehouse. Everything was grey and metal. All the pipes and structural pieces were visible. The obvious additions to the industrial space were many strobe lights and black lights making the crowd look like they were in another dimension. Everyone in the crowd was covered in glow sticks, glow necklaces and glow bracelets, and they were dancing to the intense techno music with a very heavy bass beat.
Kinley weaved her way through the crowd and found Allison and Scott talking. Kinley walked into what looked like a very intense conversation.
"People are dying what am I supposed to do?" Allison asked him.
"You're supposed to trust me." Scott replied.
"I trust you more than anyone." Allison yelled at him.
"We've-we had a plan." Scott told her and began to look very distraught.
"So do they." Allison replied. "What do you want me to do? Okay, I can-I can fix it. Please, please, Scott. Just tell me." She pleaded.
"Stay out of the way!" Scott yelled and turned and smacked right into Kinley. Kinley wanted to asked what type of plan Gerard may have ready, but Scott grabbed her wrist and led her away from Allison. Kinley hoped that Stiles part of the plan was at least going better than Scott and her's.
"Come on, we need to find Isaac." Scott told her.
"Why?" She asked.
"Because the Argents are going to target us. They know why'd be here. Isaac has a better shot at getting to Jackson without interruption."
"Fine. You go find him and give him the syringe. I'm gonna see if I figure out what the Argents are planning or try and find Jackson.
Scott nodded okay to her plan and then left to find Isaac.
Kinley began making her way through the crowd again. She walked around the dance floor a few times and didn't see any Argents she recognized. As she made her way around a third time, she saw Jackson, but he had both Erica and Isaac on either side of him. Scott must have gotten the syringe to Isaac. So that was taken care of. She kept circling until she heard gunfire. She followed the sound and left the main building of the rave to look for its source. She guessed it had to do with the Argents since they were the only ones that really carried weapons. She walked out the back entrance to what looked like an old loading bay. She looked around, but didn't see anything. Then suddenly she felt something pierce her neck and she collapsed.
She woke up groggily. She was on her back on the floor of another room in some warehouse. She could hear bass thumping so she had to be near the rave. She tried to sit up but her body felt heavy. She looked around and didn't see anything that would lead her to a way out or that let her know exactly where she was.
"I wouldn't move if I were you." A female voice said. She turned to where the voice came from and saw Mrs. Argent standing there with a needle in her hand.
"What? Why?" Kinley choked. Everything she tried to do took immense amounts of effort. Her body was fighting any kind of movement.
"Because the toxin in your body works faster the more you try and fight it. The more relaxed and calm you remain, the longer you have for someone to rescue you or for me to administer the antidote. But to get the antidote you need to cooperate." Mrs. Argent explained as she walked over. Kinley heard the click of her high heels with every step, she took. They echoed around the large, empty room.
"What do you want?" Kinley asked.
"I want to know why you were at my house, talking to my husband."
"I wasn't-" Kinley started to say but then Mrs. Argent put a heel to her neck. Kinley reached to try and move it off, but she had no strength. She could barely keep her hands on the shoes. Eventually, she gave up and her hands dropped back to her sides.
"Don't lie, little girl. It doesn't become you." Mrs. Argent scolded her. "Why were you there!?" She demanded and dug the heel more into her neck.
"I-I-" Kinley tried to speak, but the shoe was restricting her airway. Mrs. Argent let the heel up a little bit off her neck. "I-I wanted to know what he knew about my mother." Kinley confessed. Her voice was barely a whisper.
Mrs. Argent took the heel completely off her neck, and Kinley choked on the air that came rushing back into her lungs. Mrs. Argent knelt down next to Kinley and got very close to her face. Her eyes looked deadly. "You are not the daughter." She spoke and said each word as precisely as she could.
"What? I never-" Kinley tried to tell Mrs. Argent, but before she could say anything, Mrs. Argent slapped her across the face.
"What did I say about lying." Mrs. Argent seethed.
Kinley was fighting tears. She had no way of fighting back and no one knew she was here. She had no control on this situation. The frustration of being unable to do anything was causing the tears more than the fear of what might happen next.
"Chris never loved your abomination of a mother, and if it was up to me, you would be dead along with her. You may not have shown any signs of powers yet, but you will, and they will turn you into whatever monstrosity she was." Mrs. Argent told her, and looked at her as if she was the most disgusting creature. "But if you turned up dead Chris would know one of us who caused it, and he wouldn't be happy about it. Again, we could make it look like an accident. You do tend to get yourself stuck in dire situations often. Or maybe I could just get you to leave on your own by threatening to kill someone that no one cares about. What's his name again, Stiles?"
"Leave him alone." Kinley managed to say even though each word caused her throat to burn intensely.
"So that really is your weak spot. A boy. God, it's so cliche." Mrs. Argent stood back up and walked away. "If only you loved Scott, then I could get two for the price of one."
The way Mrs. Argent said that, made it seem like she was hiding something, something about Scott.
"Where's Scott?" She demanded, but it it come out hoarse and just above a whisper.
"Don't worry he's just resting and breathing in some nice vaporized air." She replied with a mischievous smile. "Now that you mentioned it. I should go check on him. Don't move." She said with a giggle since she knew Kinley had no possibility of going anywhere.
Kinley looked around the room for anything to show her where she was or some way out. She crained her neck to see in front of her and saw a large sliding door. Seeing the door, only verified what she already knew. She was in the warehouse near the rave. Maybe if she could telekinetically open the door, someone would see her. Before she could try, she heard a horrific howl. Scott, she thought. This pushed her harder to try and open the door. She used every ounce of strength she had to try and move it, but it was no use. She was beginning to see spots in her vision from exhaustion. She heard another howl and then a crash. What was she doing to him? She struggled more to move the door. She needed to help him which meant someone needed to find her. There were more loud crashes and finally a scream of a woman. After that was just silence.
She waited in the silence and hoped someone knew she was in here, but no one came. She tried to scream but nothing came out. The toxin was pulling her deeper into a sleep that she knew she wouldn't wake from. She stayed awake as long as she could. Then she thought she heard metal scraping against the floor but everything went black before she could see if someone was there.