Disclaimer: I don't know anything expect for the OC and this story.
A.N: This takes place somewhere after S03B but before S04. Although most of the abilities are made up, you can take your guesses on what kind of a supernatural creature the OC really is…You got most of the clues.
Breath of life
Hospital strangers
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Months ago…
I woke up and got out of the bathtub. I didn't know what happened. I was confused. I was wet. I died. I drown yet I was here. Why am I still here? I should be death! He died! I don't want to be alone! I wanted to die. I died! I told him that I wouldn't be without him! I won't be without him! I can't…
It only lasted a moment. In the next one I was on my knees, and a pain stronger than anything I ever felt in my life. It was worse than the drowning. Much worse. It went right through me, and I might have only imagined it, but it reached my heart and then it just…
I slowly got up. I didn't know how long I was on the ground. The pain…it stop, but it became bearable like it was always there. Like I always lived with this pain inside. Maybe I did. Maybe I just never allowed myself to feel it, but it was always there…
I guess some people are born to live in pain, die in pain, and then live forever in pain…
I stepped to my bathroom mirror, and I didn't recognize the girl inside it.
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Scott's POV
'Seriously dude, I'm fine,' I heard my best friend from the other end of the line. I sighed, 'You sure?'
'Yeah, Malia is coming later.'
I smirked even if just a little bit, 'Later, huh? It's already 9 P.M.'
'Thanks for the memo, dad. I'll be sure to turn the lights out by 10. Hey, if you need me though just call, okay?' he asked his voice going from playful to serious. I understood it. Everyone was like this now. Stiles, my mom, the sheriff, dad, Lydia, Kira, even Malia who barely knew me and who was still adjusting to the life tried to spent more time with me although that was cause Stiles was giving her a crash course in social behavior. Everyone was concerned about me. I got it. I was concerned about them as well. I…we all missed her.
'I'm fine, Stiles. Say hi to Malia, good night.'
'Good night, bro.'
I sighed and put the phone down on the nightstand. I pulled out his biology text book and started reading again. It didn't take long before I took my phone again and went through my photos until I found the ones of her or us together. She was smiling on every one of them, and it was so surreal like I could just dial her again, and she would pick up alarmed if we were having another crises which is why I'm calling. She had been like that the last couple of weeks…of her life.
I looked up at my ceiling.
God, Allison, I miss you.
I had to brush my face as a tear fell down my cheek. I had to stop torturing myself. I didn't tell it to anyone since I didn't want to concern them more than they already were. Not to mention that I couldn't really talk about it with anyone. Lydia refused to open about the whole thing. Stiles still thought that it was his fault even if he didn't say it out loud. Malia wasn't good with expressing feelings, and I still had no clue where I stood with Kira now, so I didn't want to bring it all between us if we were going to have a chance in the future which I wasn't sure I wanted right now.
I'm in the arms of the person I love…
I closed my eyes. I still saw her. The look in her eyes of acceptance when she knew she couldn't be safe and the blood coming from her mouth it hunt me every night since. I tried to apology to Chris a few times, but he just kept on telling me that it wasn't my fault. A part of me wanted to believe it, but guilt was a funny thing no matter how much you rationalized about it, it just didn't go away. Also I wasn't sure I wanted it to go away because if it did what else was there to do? Start dating Kira? Act as if Allison was never here? Like she didn't die in my arms before she even finished high school? Like she died before she really started to live?
My phone rang.
Mom
I was wondering where had she been since her shift must have ended about two hours ago.
'Hi, mom wh-'
'Scott? Scott McCall?'
I blinked sitting up, 'Yes, this is he. Who is this?'
'Your mom had an accident, but she's fine. She's in Beacon Hills Memorial. She's asleep. Can you come?'
'Yeah, I, Jesus,' I said, and immediately got up. I-no. Not mom. Not now. Not ever. Not my mom…
That's because it doesn't hurt…
I started to breathe harder. Mom? My mom?
'Scott? Scott, listen carefully she's fine. They just gave her something to sleep,' said the woman on the other end calmly making sure I heard every word, 'Do you have someone who can drive you?'
'No, I'm on my way,' I said instantly taking my helmet and running down the stairs as fast as I could.
'Okay, and Scott?'
I took the handle and stopped.
'Be careful, it's slippery outside.'
I nodded to the phone not realizing she could see me and ended the call before I ran to my bike. Please be okay, please be okay. Mom just please be okay.
I couldn't think about anything else I didn't care what happened in the moment. The only thing that mattered was if she was okay. Nothing else, so please be okay, mom. My hands were shaking as I was driving my bike, but I couldn't stop and call Stiles. He would've taken too long. I was taking too long. I wanted to already be there and see…I needed to see her.
Please be okay, mom.
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It was dark. I must have passed four towns by now without a stop. I didn't look down, but I was sure I would run out of gas soon. I didn't care. I was kind of surprised cops didn't go after me already, but I didn't know how fast was I going.
It started raining a while ago so I just tugged the steering wheel and the car to the side and ended up on the ground.
It was raining down on my face. It was dark, wet and cold.
Sighing I got up. I couldn't stay. Cops would surely find the car soon and come so I had to leave before someone found me.
As I looked around I found nothing both empty road and trees. Yeah, I definitely could have found a better place. I walked back to the car and took out the small box. I started to walk. I didn't feel cold, but I knew it was since it was close to Christmas. I wasn't sure where I was going until I saw the sign.
Animal clinic 1 mile
I guess I knew where I was heading now at least. It took me a while before I reached my stop and actually stopped. I frowned a bit as I was looking down at broken glass from the opened door. This smelt like trouble. Something that I was never good avoiding so I walked in. Maybe if I was still myself I would have picked up a phone and call the cops. I used to be responsible like that. I always made sure I didn't get into anything, but then again I wasn't myself anymore. I wasn't anything anymore. I walked inside. Maybe it was would be fun for a while to focus on something. Perhaps a new victim.
'Hello?'
No answer.
I walked pass the main desk. It must have been a nice place when the front door wasn't busted and there wasn't glass everywhere. I heard movement and turned around only to find a woman dressed in scrubs on the ground all covered in blood.
I blinked and watched her for a while. It wasn't like I knew her. It wasn't like she was the first bleeding person I ever met. Some I even caused to bleed myself. Yet something about the woman moved something inside me. I wasn't sure what exactly, but despite myself I rushed toward her. Before I knew what I was doing I was on my knees in front of her, 'Hey, ma'am? Are you okay?' The stupidest question ever, but I didn't think there was a protocol in these situations.
She was alive, but barely and she wouldn't stay like that for long. I ran to the wall were I noticed a phone when I entered. I called helped which was hard since I had no idea where the hell was I, but the woman on the other line was apparently good in her job because she managed to find me.
Beacon Hills
Never heard of it.
When I reached the woman again I raised her scrubs to have a better look at her wound which was deep enough to be worried.
Ma'am? Come on, can you hear me?' I asked. I wasn't sure what I was doing. I had no idea what I was doing, but just how different it was than all those other people I helped over the last few months? How different it was than all those other people I hurt over the last few months? Blood was blood.
'...Sorry.'
I blinked, 'What?'
I wasn't expecting that. Why the hell was she apologizing for?
'S...Scott, I'm sorry...'
I shook my head. Who the hell was Scott? Still, it made more sense that she was apologizing to him and not me.
I looked nervously around the room. I really shouldn't have come inside. The hell I knew about saving people. I knew how to hurt people. I knew how to make them feel less hurt, not this.
'Hey, it's okay, ma'am it's going to be alright,' I lied. I had no idea, but it felt like something I should have said.
'I'm sorry...I wanted you to have a happy birthday...hijo.'
I knew a handful of words to know that she thought she was talking to her son. I had no idea if the ambulance was going to make it in time, so I guess I did just decided to do something without an internal motive for once and just be kind, 'Hey, mom?' I asked and put my hand on her cheek, 'Mom, it's okay. It was a good birthday.'
'Yeah?'
I nodded despite myself, 'Yeah, the best.'
The woman smiled a bit or it looked like she was smiling, and I knew what it meant. If she was smiling like this she didn't feel the pain, and if she didn't feel the pain, she was dying.
'I love you, Scott,' she said before she closed her eyes and stopped breathing.
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Scott's POV
By the time I came to the hospital, I nearly lost my mind. I had to go to the main desk and ask where mom was placed but before I could do that I noticed a woman in the middle of the hallway with red hair. They were a different shade than Lydia's. It might have been a trick of lights, but for a moment, I thought they were glowing. She had her back to me, but something about her made me stop for a moment and watch her. I wasn't sure what it was.
She must have sense that someone was staring at her since she turned around. She was covered in blood, and I felt how my heart stopped at the sight of her. She looked…broken, and I thought it was because of my mom.
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The boy ran toward me. I wasn't sure how he could possibly know I was the one who called, but he did. Then again, I knew he was the Scott, the woman, Melissa talked about before she well…passed out, 'Scott?'
He nodded gasping as he was looking at me fear clear in his eyes. As he was standing there I realize that he actually looked a lot like his mother. The eyes and lips although he had a signifying crocked jaw that Melissa didn't. There was something about him. I sensed it the moment he came to the hospital. He was close which made me sat up and walk to the hallway. He was in pain that drove me toward him. It did since I woke up, but this pain was different. His pain wasn't like the pain I usually seek.
I blinked confused. Why did I notice it? It was the first time I actually paid attention to something like that if I wasn't working.
Since he was quiet still looking at me scared, I decided to fill him in, 'Your mom is in room 203. The ambulance brought us here a little while before I called you. The doctor is inside so you have to wait, but he wanted to talk to you. She's fine, but he said that they will keep her through the night just in case.' As I was talking he started to look a little less in shock focusing on what I was saying rather than how I looked. I never really cared about it especially now, but with the way he was eyeing maybe I looked like a homeless lady and just didn't know about it.
He nodded to everything I said before he once again looked down at me, 'Is that all my mom's?'
I blinked and looked down as well. That was when I realized that my sweater wad ruin with blood. Melissa's blood.
'No, I had a car accident,' I lied a bit telling him calmly before I looked back up at him. He gave me a weird look before he nodded, 'Oh okay. Are you okay? Did the doctor check up?'
'No, I'm fine,' I said in my special voice and knowing that he would accept it and not ask again. 'Also your mom is fine, Scott.'
We stood there quite awkwardly so I pointed him to the direction of the room, 'You should go see her now.'
'Yes, uh, can you wait a bit?' he asked looking worried like he was sorry that he had to ask, 'I want to talk with you a bit and my friend can come and give you a ride if you're without a car.'
I shook my head, 'No need. I can get home on my own.' Another lie. I really didn't have a home to go to, but I didn't need to tell him that.
Unfortunately, the boy, Scott had none of it, 'No, please it's the least I can do. I want to see my mom now, but we should talk I want to know what happened.'
'No, really, I'll make it on my own,' I said again with the special voice with a secret demand in it, but the boy much to my surprised shocked his head, 'Please, stay.'
I blinked confused. This happened a few times before, but I was still surprised by it since over the months I grew to lean on the ability quite a lot.
I really didn't want to talk or wait, but I still nodded. Perhaps, I was too weak after the crash, and the vet clinic, or maybe he was just too resistant for the ability. However, there was some benefit in waiting for a while, I couldn't exactly go around with blood on my shirt so it might not be such a terrible idea to have someone drive me to that stupid car. If it wasn't taken by the cops already that is. Suddenly crashing was the stupidest idea of the night.
'Okay, uh, restrooms are that way,' he pointed before he gave me a look to assure me, 'I'll be back.'
I nodded. Okay, waiting for him might have been the close second worst idea of the night.
First I went to the bench where I left the box, and then I walked to the direction of the restrooms. It was the first time I actually looked in a mirror. If I cared a bit about myself anymore I would have been horrified by how bad I looked, but then again I didn't care so it was pointless. Still, somewhere in the back of my head, I had to say I looked older than I really was. I wouldn't have been surprised if the boy called me Mrs. or something.
Also I understood why Scott was so terrified when he saw me. I had blood all over my clothes and my forehead. I must have brushed it a bit when I was helping Mrs. McCall. Sighing I just started to wash myself. The blood slowly came out, but I couldn't put my sweater on wet. I wouldn't care, but the rational part of my thinking which probably just got to function again reminded me that blood on a sweater around people would have been bad, but a completely wet sweater wouldn't have been good either.
I just wanted to leave now even if I was only in an undershirt and bra I didn't care I wouldn't have been cold or at least I wouldn't feel cold.
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Scott's POV
'So she's fine?' I asked looking down at her sleeping form. I was so worried. I nearly crashed when I was on my way here. Maybe I should have gotten Stiles to take me, but might have taken too long, and I couldn't just wait, not with not knowing if she really was okay.
The doctor was a man I didn't recognize, but then again I wasn't coming to the hospital as often as I used to. Could I have prevented this? Why did I stopped picking her up? I got a stupid bike and, I just stopped picking her up completely even after she got hurt in the hospital by the Oni.
I painfully closed my eyes at the reminder
'Scott,' said the man very slowly.
I opened my eyes, 'Your mom will be fine. Full recovery, I'm sure. She just has a few cracked ribs and a small concussion.'
I nodded before I frowned, 'But the blood?'
'Blood?' asked the man confused.
'The girl that brought her? She had blood on her shirt, so I thought…' It was then that for the first time I realize that I had no idea what was her name. She most likely saved or at least helped my mom, but she was just the girl with red hair right now. What if she didn't stay? She looked like she wanted to leave as soon as possible. The way she said it and everything.
The man blinked, 'She was in a car accident.'
I blinked. It wasn't right because the blood was my mom's. I could smell it, but if my mom had no wound, how did the blood get there.
'Well, is the girl alright? She is bleeding then,' I said as I walked closer to my mom softly brushing her hair. She said she was fine, but…
'She's not bleeding.'
I looked up at the man, 'But her clothes are covered in blood so if she's not bleeding, and neither is my mom then whose blood is it?'
The doctor suddenly looked very confused.
'But she's fine...'
I didn't know what was going on but I was started to get a weird feeling that my mom's savior wasn't just a girl.
I kissed my mom's forehead and walked out of the room. The girl was nowhere in sight, so I just walked to the female restroom and just waited for a bit hearing sounds coming from behind the door. When she walked outside, she was holding the sweater in her hands and some sort of small wooden box.
'Uh, are you okay?' I asked, but she just nodded completely calm like nothing happened, like she wasn't in a car accident or helped out some woman.
'How's your mom?'
'Good, like you said. She'll be fine.'
She simply nodded, 'I should go.'
'Is someone coming to pick you up?'
She looked at me for a moment before she turned around and started to walk.
'No, wait,' I tried to block her way, 'My friend can come and pick you up and drive you home. It's late, and if you're without a car, you could use a ride,' I tried to reason. The woman was weird. A part of me could tell that she was incredibly…sad which made me sad as well. She looked alone. I couldn't get over the first thought that crossed my mind when I saw her. She was broken, but she didn't look scared or terrified, she looked…just broken. She liked she was over being scared…she looked numb a bit. Despite the redhead and freckles she looked and made the world around her somehow gray.
'I'm not waiting. I'll just go,' she said in a voice which made not for the first time made something vibe in me. I wasn't sure what it was, but I felt this almost cold sensation underneath my skin.
'Please, it won't take long,' I couldn't explain why did I want so much that Stiles come to pick her up. I couldn't go myself since I wanted to stay with mom, but why did I want Stiles to come and drive her? So that I could know where she lived? So that she would agree, and do as I asked her. Everything was weird about her.
She was suddenly looking at me suspiciously like she was planning something. I really didn't blame her. If she didn't want to drive with a stranger I shouldn't have force her like this, but for some reason I couldn't explain I did, 'Please.'
She blinked. I wouldn't say that her face softened or that she looked like she had given up, but she definitely grew tired of the argument.
She then slowly followed me to a bench as I dialed Stiles and told him what happened. He freaked out a bit which I expected. He was Stiles and he cared for my mom like she was his own before he agreed and promised to come as soon as possible which by the way he could drive would be seriously soon.
'Okay, he's on his way.'
The redhead nodded looking in front of her. For the first time I looked at her profile properly without worrying about my mom, and I could see that unlike Lydia who used quite a lot makeup to cover her face this girl had her face covered in small orange freckles. I looked down to her arms and notice that her whole body was covered in them. I couldn't help, but thought that they were nice. I guess only people who don't have freckles think that they're nice.
It was then that I realized that she didn't put her sweater on because it was red, and I instantly pulled off my jacket, 'Here, you'll be cold.'
She looked at it startled before she looked back at my face, 'No, I'm fine.'
'Come one, you can give it back once Stiles drops you off.'
She looked at it again, and then at me. She had the same look on her face like she was annoyed and at the same time didn't really care, but she just didn't want to argue about it. She took it and put it on. Since she was very skinny she was practically getting lost in it, but she just adjusted in her seat and looked to the front again.
'Uh, I'm Scott McCall,' I found myself saying after an awkward pause, 'And I know you know that already.'
She looked at me, 'Marika.'
I blinked a bit surprised, 'Is that European?'
She hummed, but didn't explain further, and I felt like an idiot for asking and like an even bigger one for making her stay here with me when she clearly wanted to do anything but that.
'So, how did it happen?'
She didn't look at me, 'I had a car crash, so I had to walk by foot to the nearest place which was the animal clinic,' she then frowned a little bit, 'Why was your mom there in the first place?'
It felt odd. Like distant. She felt distant. People don't just end up in car crashes and act like this, and all that happened the doctor, the way she said things, my mom's blood on her sweater? Things were weird, and I had been through too much to act as if I didn't notice.
'I don't know. Did she say something? I mean was she concessions when you found her?' I asked and watched the woman closely when I realized something. She looked older than me, but I had this feeling that it wasn't such a big difference as I assumed. She looked maybe 25 or 27, but something told me that she wasn't that old at all.
Licking my lips I waited for her responds, she looked lost in thoughts, and I was starting to think that she wouldn't answer. I was a bit surprised when she looked me straight in the eyes and said, 'She was apologizing for your birthday.'
That was a bit of a shock, 'Uh, what?'
She shrugged her shoulders, 'She thought she was talking to you, and she apologized for you having a bad birthday. I think she might have remembered one when you were a kid.'
I looked up thinking. I never had a bad birthday, did I? I used to have little parties that kids had inviting the whole class and stuff, and when it was me and Stiles we just hung and play video games, but I liked it since we still made it a bit special.
I was lost in thoughts for a while only later realizing that the redhead was looking at me probably waiting for some conclusion to the story.
'Well?'
I shook my head, 'My birthdays were fine.'
She watched me for a few moments before she turned back to the front. I had the strangest desire to ask what she was thinking, and it definitely surprised me a bit.
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So I didn't lie if his birthdays were fine. Maybe she was just the kind of parent who thought she never did enough. The pain got a bit worse for a second as I remember another parent who was like that. We stayed in silence after that since neither of us felt like talking. In about fifteen minutes later a pale boy taller than Scott ran to us instantly bombarding Scott with questions about his mom health.
The boy was a mess. He was startled and looked like he was on rehab from using or drinking. I could tell that with the way Scott was talking to him, he was trying to make sure the boy would calm down although he was worried himself.
'I'll call you as soon as she wakes up. Can you please take Marika home now?' asked Scott, and I winced at the way he pronounced my name.
The boy looked from his friend to me taking a double look as he must have just now realized that I was even there.
'Hi, I'm Stiles. Thanks for helping Scott's mom,' said the boy and raised his hand, but I didn't take it.
'Can we go? I'm kind of tired,' I lied easily, but once again Scott gave me that weird look. I wasn't sure what to make out of it. The boy confused me in a way.
The pale boy nodded several times before he looked back at Scott, 'Keep me update, please. I'll come back later and bring you something.'
'No, Stiles, I'm good. Go get some sleep,' argued Scott, but the other boy would have none of it. It was clear that the two were close.
He turned to me and nodded for us to go.
Scott waved at me. I wasn't sure why, but I had a feeling he hoped, we would meet again.
We wouldn't.
'Goodbye, Scott.'
I just left with the pale boy to his blue jeep.
The moment we got inside it was like an interrogation. The boy asked so many questions even if I wanted to answer I wouldn't know where to start. The weird thing was that he wasn't asking questions like where are you from and what do you do.
'Why did you come to Beacon Hills?'
'How did you know where to find Scott's mom?'
'Why are you so quiet?'
'What's in the box?'
The last one was clearly a joke because he had this huge smirk on his face looking like he ate a canary.
I shot him a look.
'You're a little bit weird, aren't you?' he asked which surprised me honestly. People tend to lie about what they really feel or think. They would rather act as your friend or give you a weird look, but never really admit to your face what they really think. They were hypocrites.
I didn't answer any of his questions just stared out of the window until we got to where I crashed my car.
I sighed as the road was empty. They probably took the car, 'Where would they take it?'
Stiles's fingers drummed against the wheel, 'I know where. Dad's a sheriff, and they work with this mechanic's, but I'm pretty sure he'll be closed right now.'
'Can you drive me there?' I asked looking at him. Since it stopped working with Scott, I wasn't sure it would work with this Stiles.
He blinked, 'Uh, it's going to be close, but at least you'll know where it is,' he agreed and started the car again.
'So did you talk to the deputy?'
I hummed. I didn't, well, he tried, but I didn't talk to him which again reminded me that I managed to get my way with the deputy who came and the doctor, but not Scott.
Maybe I was truly just that weak from what I did. I still felt weird about that. I helped people, but it didn't feel like helping it felt like justice, revenge, avenge. I hurt people, but only if I thought they deserved it. What I did to Melissa McCall? That was something completely else…
My mind drifted back to those moments early tonight while the boy chattered about something.
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I really didn't know what came over me. Calling help, being kind to her and pretending I was her son was one thing, but what I decided to so next was a completely different thing. I knew what would have happened. I fucking knew that it would make me hurt even more than it already did. I would bleed even more than I already did with every breath I took if I did it. Yet something about the woman…the mother to a son got to me. It was the first time something got to me through the pain and fog in months. I wasn't all that surprised that it was a mother carrying for her son in her last moments.
With a sigh, already regretting my decision, I put my hand over her cheek and pulled her back. I never did this before. I wasn't even sure I could, but I did. I would have regretted it, and I did as I got struck with such an intense main I felt like I was stabbed in every single nerve in my body.
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When we stopped by the mechanic's it was already closed, but it didn't matter to me.
'See?' asked Stiles pointing at the closed sign, 'Closed.'
I pulled the box tighter to myself before I turned around to look at Stiles and told him with my special voice, 'Thanks for the drive. You can go now.'
The boy, Stiles blinked several times like he wanted to argue, but I knew he wouldn't, 'I'm fine. You can leave me here and leave.'
He swallowed as if some part of his mind was sure that he shouldn't but he couldn't argue. No one really could.
'Okay, I'm leaving you here, bye,' he said before he walked away somehow still unsure. I noticed that it tends to happen to smarter or too confident people. Usually it's the kind of type that no matter how much and how many arguments you give them to show that they are wrong about something, they will argue with you like dogs over a bone that they are right in the end. I wasn't sure which was this Stiles, but maybe he was just too smart, too suspicious about people that seemed to it harder to compel people some time. Still, it could have been that I was just too tired and lost too much energy after I saved Mrs. McCall. I looked down at my hands. I could feel it. The pain was a bit more intense than before. They warned me that it could happen, but it wasn't as bad as I expected it to be. I thought, it was going to be unbearable. Instead it was just mildly worse.
I looked at the closed mechanic's. Maybe I should have just ask the kid to take me somewhere to town, but it didn't matter now. I simply walked to the near bench and sat down placing the small box next to. When I looked down, I couldn't help a frown. I shouldn't have taken the boy's jacket. I wasn't cold, and now I had to return it. But did I? I mean, I saved his mom the least he could do was to let me keep it, so I wouldn't have to meet him again.
Sighing and lied down on the bench and looked up at the stars on the sky. I definitely needed to work on the things I did so I didn't end up in situations like this.
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I was holding to my stomach which hurt terribly from what I just did.
'Are you coming with us ma'am?' asked the paramedic as the ambulance came. I was a bit surprised. I didn't want to stick around for the cops, so maybe driving with them would be a better option.
'Uh, sure,' I said and with the box and the woman's bad in my hand I got it holding onto my stomach.
'Are you okay?' asked the woman. I could tell she would like to have a look at me as well so I looked her straight into the eyes and said, 'I'm fine. There's nothing wrong with me. Make sure she's alright.'
She blinked and nodded before she without another word went to work on the woman. As we were riding I started looking through the bag looking for a wallet and an ID.
Melissa McCall.
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As I was lying on the bench, I heard someone was crying. I slowly got up. I was used to the sound. Crying. Babies cry because they have no other way to show their emotions, their wants. I don't think adults are much different. I used to cry a lot. You cry because you want to feel better. You want help. Even if you cry in silence. Even if you can't ask for help. Everyone wants help. Maybe I do as well, but I forgot how to ask for it. I think it's a primal instinct in all of us, but when I heard crying I walked toward it.
It didn't take long before I found a woman sitting on the ground pressing her hands to her chest while the tears ran down her face. Her clothes were torn a bit, and she had a large bruise on the side of her face.
'You okay?' I asked. She obviously wasn't, and I didn't even have to ask. I already knew with the way she was holding her blouse close to her. 'Do you want me to call the police?' They rarely did.
'Y-yes,' she cried harder.
I slowly went down so we would be at eye level, 'What if I told you that I could make it go away?'
She blinked away some tears looking at me confused, 'W-what?'
'What if I told you that I could hurt him so bad, he would feel the pain every time he would remember what he did to you?'
She swallowed hard looking at me.
'I-I don't understand.'
'You don't have to do anything, and I promise he won't know it was you, but he'll pay, he'll hurt, and he'll suffer,' I said in a soft voice. I never forced them to do say yes. I followed the rules. If they wanted to I helped to avenge them, if they didn't, I left them be. You can't help someone who doesn't want your help. You can't save someone who doesn't want to be saved. I didn't even see it as helping or saving, I saw it as revenge. I saw it as payback, or taking back what they too.
She swallowed and nodded, 'I…how?'
'You'll see if you accept,' I said calmly, I could already tell the answer behind her eyes.
She brushed her hair away a bit before she nodded, 'Okay, yes…'
And just like that I felt a click inside me as if she put her signature on contract between us. I raised my hand for her and waited until she would take it. For her it was just taking someone's hand, but for me it was seeing everything I needed to see in order to make things right for her. I helped her up and stood up as well.
'Okay, you should get up and go home. You wouldn't want to catch a cold.'
I started to walk away. I knew what was going through her mind. How will I help? I didn't know her. I didn't know him. What could I possibly do? Well, since I have been doing it a lot for the past few months let me tell you something. I hadn't had a disappointed customer yet.
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Scott's POV
I just watched my mom sleep. It was the least and only thing I could do right now. I hated it. They told me she was going to be okay, but I still hated it. She got hurt and although I didn't know what happened I had a feeling it was my fault. She got hurt because of me because of supernatural. I knew it.
The was a knock on the door, and I looked at the door and stood up.
I found the sheriff behind the door, 'Hey.'
He gave me a small supportive smile before he stepped a bit away so I could walk outside and talk in the hallway not to disturb my mom.
'Hi, Scott, how is she?'
I nodded, 'She's good. They said she will wake up soon.'
The sheriff looked visibly relieved by that, 'Thank God, Stiles called, but I needed to be sure.'
I smiled and nodded. The sheriff and my mom basically co-raised Stiles and I, and with everything that happened lately everyone was tense and worried about well…everyone.
'Do you know what happened?' I asked.
The sheriff scratched the back of his head, 'Well, that's a little bit of a problem. We came to the clinic. It was a mess. The door was smashed, but nothing was stolen. The witness she dropped your mom's purse, but took her clothes.'
'Wait, what?' I asked confused, 'Her clothes?'
The sheriff sighed, 'Well,' he brought out his small notebook, 'The nurse claims she asked for her clothes, and they gave them to her.'
I blinked confused, 'She…asked? And they just gave them to her?'
Okay, was that weird or what?
'Yup, also the deputy that came to interrogate her? She told him that she didn't feel like talking, and he just left.'
'What?' I shook my head not sure what was happening, but it was definitely weird
'That's the reason I'm here actually,' said the sheriff, 'I asked him, and he was completely shaken and confused about it. Now, I know I'm new to this, so I have to ask. Is there someone or something who can force people to do as they want? Because I know my Mike since he was a teen, and he's a good and hardworking guy. He would never just leave a witness go like that especially when he knew your mom was involved. He said. It was like he had to do it because she didn't feel like talking. He kept on repeating it, and he had no idea why.'
I listened to him before I nodded, 'I think something familiar happened with doctor.'
I turned around just as I sensed Stiles walking to us with a packet which smelled delicious and coffee, 'Hi, dad. Here, you go man.'
I took them, 'Thanks, Stiles did you drop off, Marika home?' I asked instantly, and he frowned, 'No, I tried, but she demanded that I leave her by the mechanic's where her car was taken.'
'Bill's?' asked the sheriff, 'But he closed at least an hour ago.'
'It was closed, but she insisted that I leave her there. She wouldn't have it any other…,' he blinked looking down for a second.
'What?' I asked already having an inkling of what he was going to say, 'I just…I didn't want to leave her. It was weird, but she said she wanted to stay, and I should leave so-'
'So you left.'
Sheriff looked worried and took a step closer, 'Are you okay, son?'
He nodded, 'Yeah, but it was so weird like I had to leave her there.'
I swallowed hard. Suddenly I wasn't so sure the girl saved my mom at all. Suddenly I was very worried about who the hell this girl was.
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I walked into a bar it wasn't too hard to find the guy. Pain leaves a mark a mark that is incredibly easy to follow. So I just followed it. I found him sitting by the bar talking to another guy laughing.
I walked and sat down next to him on the stool.
'What can I get you?'
I put down a bill, 'Vodka.'
'So did you finally got to hit it off with Jenny, man?' asked a man. I didn't feel anger not really. I never felt angry it was too strong of an emotion for me.
'Yeah, we did,' said the man with a hint of a smile on his face, 'and let me tell you, man, she was awesome, but I don't think it will work out.'
'Why is that?' asked his friend curious.
I slowly reached down and took his car keys, and phone before he would notice. I waited a little bit for the shot before I drank it and left. I walked to the parking lot. It was late so there weren't so many cars. It didn't take long to find the right one.
I opened it, and searched through it. I didn't find any evidence that he raped or sexually insulted someone tonight, but I wasn't looking for that anyway. I wasn't the type. Some could help the victims get justice through laws and police, I couldn't. I guess when you have too much pain inside, you get used to it, and when you do you just start seeking it.
I took his phone, and went through his contacts. People should really put locks on their phones. Nothing to use. I went further through the pictures.
'Hey, get out of my car before I call the police!' I heard suddenly.
I got out of the car and watched as the rapist and his friend ran toward me.
I wasn't expecting him to find so quickly that his things were gone but then again why wait?
Walking toward him I pulled out his keys and went through the car damaging the side door.
'You bitch!' he yelled and ran toward me.
'Stop,' I said calmly, and he obeyed. I looked toward his friend who looked drunk and confused, 'Go home. This was just a dream.'
He turned around without another word and walked away.
I looked back at the rapist, 'Tell me, do you like hurting woman.'
'No.'
'Then why did you rape her?'
'I didn't. She wanted it.'
'Did she say no?'
'Yes,' he said confused, and I took another step forward until I was standing in front of him, 'If a girl says no, she means no.'
He was looking at me not sure what to do. I could slowly see the fear coming behind his eyes as his drunk brain was getting started again realizing that he couldn't move.
I sighed, 'Tell me, did you ever do before? To someone else?'
He swallowed, 'Yes, a girl in the library in college.'
I nodded, 'Did she ever go the police?'
He shook his head, 'No.'
'Why?' I asked. Some people talked without me having to ask them others stayed quiet. I couldn't really tell why was it, and I honestly didn't care before.
'I don't know. I never saw her again.'
I clicked my tongue, 'You hurt them. They're in pain.'
He watched looking more and more panicked with every second.
I raised my hand, 'So I'll hurt you know. I'll make you fell all that pain. Every second of it, every moment of your little life.'
'P-please,' he said quietly.
I shook my head, 'Did they beg?'
'Yes.'
My hand reached his cheek, and when I touched him he started to scream feeling all the pain the woman he raped did all at once.
He fell to his knees, 'What? What did you do to me?'
I leaned down to him, 'I just made you feel what she felt. Now, every time, you think about taking something that isn't yours, about taking no for a yes. You will fell this pain,' I grabbed his jaw and made him look at me, 'If you ever even think about any of it, you'll feel this pain. If you ever even look at the woman you raped tonight, you'll feel this pain, and if you ever for a moment in your life think you're happy again, I want you to feel this pain again, okay?'
He started to cry like a little boy, 'Y-yes.'
I nodded, 'Good, now go home, and live long and painful life, and forget you ever met me.'
I stood up and walked away. I didn't feel better. I didn't think I would ever feel better, but there was something about making other people hurt…it felt…I couldn't even describe it. The fact that I hurt rapists? That was a bonus.
I took my box from the bench I left at on and started walking. I didn't know if I would walk back to the mechanic's. It was night. Maybe I could take an inn, but I didn't have money to spend, and I sort of doubted there would be something opened this late at night.
Mechanic's it is.
I took me a while to get there, but I didn't mind the cold walk. I still had Scott's jacket which I kind of decided to keep, and I didn't really feel cold. Not really.
I almost didn't notice the car that pulled over until I sensed the pain again. I stopped and turned around.
The familiar blue jeep stopped in front of me, and Scott got out of the passenger's seat. Apparently this night wasn't nearly as over as I assumed it would be.
'Hi, Marika.'
I watched him for a few moments before I started walking again.
He ran after me but kept his distance, 'Can we talk, please?'
I turned to look at him for a moment, but I still walked.
'Please, Marika.'
I regretted already that I told him my name, but I stopped and turned around and looked at him using my special voice, 'Stop following, Scott.'
He blinked but shook his head, 'I'm not sure what you're doing, but that doesn't work on me.'
That surprised me. I looked him up and down for a moment.
'You're not human.' It was clear, he wasn't. I should have known that there was a reason, he didn't obey me, but then again I rarely meant someone who wasn't human.
He looked me up as well, 'Neither are you.'
I waited for him to continue, but he just watched me.
'Are you going to say something?' I asked, 'I'm pretty sure you didn't follow me because you would like the jacket back.'
He blinked, 'No, you can keep it.'
'Thanks,' I said and turned around again, but he took my wrist and turned me around, and I instantly broke free from him. He looked startled for a second. I didn't blame him, I must have look pretty scary. He didn't know I did it more for his benefit than for mine.
'I'm sorry, I didn't mean to…,' he said, but I could tell he wasn't even sure why he was apologizing.
I watched him for a moment, 'What do you want?'
'I…I want to know what happened to my mom. You,' he licked his lips, 'You did something to the people. You made them do as you wanted. The doctors, the deputy, my friend.'
I thought about how it must have look to him. I came out of nowhere. Compel people, had his mother's blood on my clothes, and disappeared.
'You think I'm the one who attacked your mom.'
He immediately shook his head, 'No, well, I think you actually did help her, but I think that by not telling what really happened, you might risk her life.'
I thought about it.
'Whoever came after her might try again, so please I won't ask you about you, but I need to know about my mom, about what happened to her,' he explained, and I had to admit he was right.
I looked at the jeep where Stiles was looking at us not even denying that he was fully invested in our conversation, 'Is he afraid now?'
Scott turned toward the jeep as well before he shot me a grimace, 'A little bit.'
I nodded. I didn't blame him. The rational part of me that was slowly coming back to control understood. I would have been terrified if someone controlled me the way I did.
'Alright, I'll tell you what I know, but it isn't much.'
Scott nodded, 'That's all I'm asking.'
I looked at the jeep, 'Did you leave your mom alone?'
He blinked surprised but what I asked, 'No, I called another friend to come and keep her safe.'
I nodded as well and waited. It was becoming awkward how we would stop talking like that.
He nodded and pointed to the jeep. 'Right, let's go to the hospital and talk.'
I followed him silent and went to the car. The pale boy looked nervous, but didn't complain.
It took him two seconds to ask after he started the car, 'Okay, I have to ask, what exactly are you?'
Not bothering to answer, I just looked outside the window, 'A worst nightmare, I guess.'