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.

Enjoy

WARNING: Mentions of child abuse and rape.

Breath of life

Deep Water

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Marika's POV

Not bothering to answer, I just looked outside the window, 'A worst nightmare, I guess.'

Stiles, the boy, visibly shivered and didn't ask further while Scott kept giving me worried looks. I was stayed silent since I didn't feel like talking. What would have been the point? The drive was silent, but I could tell how tense both boys were that I was with them in the car.

I wasn't supposed to be returning to the hospital. I was supposed to be on my way out of the town. Why was I going back? Why wasn't I compelling the pale boy? I couldn't compel Scott, but maybe I would be able to run from him, or not? I wasn't sure what he was though. I had to wonder. I never met another supernatural creature except for my own.

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Months before

I was looking down at the man in front of me on the sidewalk, 'Please, make it stop! Please.'

I understood that he was begging. It hurt. It hurt terribly, but his begs meant nothing to me. I knew they should have. I should feel sorry for him maybe even pity. I should have, but I didn't. I felt nothing. He tortured that woman for weeks, but I felt nothing. There was no hate or anger, just an urge for revenge and justice for the girl. Just this feeling to make him feel as sorrier as I could.

'Looking at him won't make you feel things again,' said a new voice, and I turned around only to find a woman with long black hair and bright eyes looking at me.

'Leave,' I said firmly, and she smiled a bit, 'That doesn't work on our kind, girl.'

I blinked before I looked at the man again, 'Don't ever talk about what happened.'

The woman calmly waited for me with a calm expression on her face.

'So you're like me?' I asked walking toward her.

She nodded, 'Was.'

I frowned confused, 'Was?'

'The begs. They used to be pointless to me as well, now I feel a little bit.'

I blinked, 'How?'

'Time, and I had little help,' she said the small smile never leaving her lips, 'How about we'll go for some coffee and talk? I think it would be education for you.'

I watched her for several moments before I decided to follow her.

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Once we were in the hospital, Scott motioned for us to stop and wait as he went to talk to an older looking man who was sitting in front of Mrs. McCall's room.

They exchanged a few words before they came walking to us. The older man with light hair and was in pain as well, but it was a different kind of than Scott or Stiles or victims that I met. Then again everyone hurts differently. He lost someone a very long time ago, but the pain didn't go away. It faded a little bit, but it was still there.

The badge on him told me that he was the sheriff, so I assumed he was Stiles's dad from what he told me earlier.

'Ms.?' He nodded my way, and I returned the gesture. I wasn't sure what to think about him.

The guy didn't say anything else and neither did I which resulted in more weird staring and silence until Stiles broke it by saying, 'Well, this is awkward.'

I looked at him with raised brows just as the other two, where one looked annoyed and one shocked he said it in the first place.

I turned to Scott, 'Can I just talk and leave?'

'Got somewhere to be?' asked the sheriff, and I looked up at him, 'Not really, but what's the point in standing here like this?'

Scott nodded, 'Come on.'

We all followed him closer to the room. I could tell that the older man was trying to be intimidating as he didn't sit down and instead upon me looking down at me with his arms crossed.

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Scott's POV

Sighing I looked from the sheriff to Stiles who tried to scare the girl standing in front of her. I had a feeling that the girl was the kind that didn't scare easily. I wondered how would Derek look if he was here. He would probably try to scare her as well. It made me for a second wonder why wasn't he answering, but I tried not to think about it too much. I would get in touch with him later since I still had no clue what Marika was, and Deaton was out of town.

She casually leaned backwards to have a better look at us, but she looked as disinterested as if she was on some boring lecture. I didn't understand her. Why did she always look like that? Also her smell. Not once did her scent changed. Scents usually changed every few minutes. Confusion, fear, nervousness, embarrassment, hurt, discomfort, comfort, lust. This girl's scent was always the same or on the same level as well as her heartbeat. It was the most steady heartbeat I ever heard, and for some reason it bothered me. I only caught a few small skips when she lied, but it was way to steady.

'Okay, Marika, what can you tell us about what happened?' I asked as this was seriously becoming ridiculous.

She sighed, 'I had a car crash and started to walk. The Animal clinic was one mile away so I decided to go for it. When I got there I saw the glass. I'm not sure if someone else was there or how long your mom was there,' she said looking at me the whole time, 'I went through the door . Your mom was on the ground.'

She told us, and I couldn't help but blinked.

'What about my mom's blood?'

She watched me for a moment probably as it turned out by her next words deciding if she should tell us the whole truth or not, 'She was bleeding badly. She didn't just pass out. She almost died,' she admitted, and it brought us all back to a few weeks ago when Stiles was possessed.

I tried not to let it show, but the redhead looked at me in a way I had a feeling she knew or guessed that something like that happened.

'How did you stop the bleeding and healed the wound?' asked the sheriff suspiciously.

I was interested in this as well. If she was telling the truth which her heart beat suggested she was how did she stop the bleeding.

She watched us again for a moment, 'It's hard to explain.'

'Try us,' said Stiles looking annoyed and she nodded, 'She was in the in-between.'

'What's the in-between?'

'It means she died?' asked Stiles, and I froze before we looked at him fear clear from our eyes.

The girl sighed, 'No, it doesn't.'

All three of us looked at her again, 'You can't bring back dead. They're already gone. In-between means that they are standing in the doorway,' she explained slowly, 'One foot on one side, one on the other.'

I swallowed closing my eyes for a second, 'So you can pull them back if they're not on the other side yet?'

She nodded, 'Yes.'

'What's the price?' asked Stiles. It would make sense that if you pulled someone from this in-between there would have been a price. I didn't dare to imagine what would it have been.

She looked like she was over thinking it again before she answer, 'No one's going to die in return if that's what you're thinking.'

Stiles frowned confused, 'Then why won't you say what it is?'

She looked a little bit uneasy about the answer, and I didn't know why, 'Pain.'

'Pain?' asked Stiles looking worried, 'Sh-she's in pain?' I couldn't even talk after a thought like that.

The redhead shook her head, 'No.'

We all looked confused. The price was pain, but my mom was not in pain? Then who was-?

'You?'

It was then that I understood as well. This girl saved my mom, but taking in the pain she was supposed to pay with for being alive.

I swallowed looking at the girl shocked beyond anything else. A few hours ago, I was grateful for this girl to help my mom even if I knew something was off, now I knew that she didn't just help her. She saved her. She really saved her and brought her back from the death. There was no other way to describe what she did. I shook my head, 'You really did that for her? Why?'

I didn't understand it. This girl didn't look like a Samaritan. Definitely not someone who was so good they would save someone, a complete stranger like that. I didn't understand it. Why? I was feeling so many things in that moment that I didn't even knows what to say.

'Whoa, seriously why?' asked Stiles who always had something to say.

She looked at him and shrugged, 'I don't know. She just…she reminded of someone,' she admitted looking a bit confused herself.

I still didn't know what to tell her. She saved my mom. Saved her. My mom would have been dead if it wasn't for this girl sitting in front of me.

'Thank you,' I said swallowing, 'I mean it. Thank you, I-I can't never repay you. I-I can I repay you somehow? I don't even know?' I seriously didn't know what would have been enough in this situation.

She blinked, 'It's okay, you already gave me a jacket.'

I chuckled at that, but the girl didn't even smirk. It wasn't a joke, or maybe she just wasn't the type to smile, but hell it was comical and not comical at the same time.

I shook my head still unsure about what to say, so Stiles took the lead, 'What happened next? The wound healed?'

She nodded, 'Before she passed out, I called the ambulance through the phone on the wall. They came a little later. No one was there, I took her bag and found your number.'

'How did you know who to call?'

'She said that she was sorry about Scott's birthday. I'm sorry, Scott, I wanted you to have a happy birthday, hijo.'

It stabbed me to hear what my mom said to her. It might have just as well be her last words.

'I don't know which birthday she meant,' I admitted shaking my head, 'All my birthdays were good.'

Stiles put his hand on my shoulder, 'It's okay, man. Maybe she just thought you had a bad birthday.'

I nodded at that, and we looked back at the girl.

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Marika's POV

I looked at them. The boys were emotional about what happened, but I didn't really care or mind so I just waited until they would calm down a bit before I stood up, 'You asked me to tell you what happened. I did, now I'm leaving.'

What I said surprised them.

'Wait, you're leaving?' asked the pale one shocked, and I blinked confused, 'Yes, I told you everything that I know.'

I stood up, but the older one didn't move away and blocked my way, 'Why did you compel all those people?'

I shrugged my shoulders, 'Because they're human. I couldn't explain to them the blood.' Didn't he try to keep who he was a secret as well? I looked at Scott and waited. I didn't need his permission, but if I couldn't command him to let me leave, I wasn't sure he would let me. I never fought with anyone supernatural. I guess if it came to worst I could use the pain, but I wasn't sure it would end up in that just yet.

'I'm leaving. I have no more to tell you or help you,' I said. Scott sighed before he brushed his face, 'Okay, uh-'

'Scott?' asked a doctor who joined us, 'Your mom is awake.'

Scott looked from the man back to me, 'Please, just stay for a little bit. I promise, you can go once I talk to my mom.'

I watched him for a few moments. I didn't want to stay anymore. It was pointless really.

He raised his hands as if to show me that he wasn't treating me, 'Please?'

I nodded. I didn't know what was about this boy that got me to listen to him like that, but I did. He disappeared behind the door to Melissa's room, and I waited looking from the gloomy looking older man to the pale boy, who looked like he was dying to ask me something.

'Okay, I have to ask,' said the boy once he couldn't handle the silence again. I heard the older one sigh annoyed.

'Seriously what are you and how did you do that with the mind control?' he asked pointing at his forehead, 'It was like I had to do as you said.'

I shrugged, 'It's what I do.'

The boy nodded several times waiting, 'Really that's all you're going to tell me?'

I blinked, 'What else can I ask?'

'Well, how about how do you do it? And does it only work on human?'

I sighed again. This was going to get annoying real fast.

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Scott's POV

'Okay, how about from now on I drive you again, or you take the bus, hm?' I asked my mom gently brushing away her hair from her forehead while she was sitting on the bed.

She chuckled, and I was so grateful that I got to hear it again, I felt a bit like crying.

'Yeah, right, a bus.'

I sighed, 'Mom what happened?'

Her smile fell, 'I have honestly no idea. I was driving home, and my car just stopped.'

Scott frowned, 'Like you were having car trouble?'

She shrugged her shoulders, 'I don't know. It just turned off, and I could start it back on, so I got out. I heard the noise. Oh God, I don't know if it was an animal, or one of yours, but Scott, it sounded terrible.'

I tensed, 'Where was it coming from?'

'I think the woods. I couldn't see it, but with the way it moved it was big. I grabbed my purse and ran as fast as I could from there. Before I knew it, I was near the clinic that was when it caught me,' she said, and I felt her shiver.

I took her hand.

'I don't even know how it looked, it was dark and big, and I think it had glowing brown eyes, but I can't be too sure. When it slashed my side, I just felt the pain and nothing else, so I really don't know.'

She looked annoyed by that so I squeezed her hand a bit, 'Oh mom. It's fine. I swear. Don't blame yourself, okay?'

She nodded looking down for a moment, 'I think I got inside, to the clinic. I was bleeding badly. I lost a lot of blood, but,' she looked down, 'I had a look, and there's no wound or scar. What happened, Scott?'

I smiled a bit, 'A girl found you. She's different. Supernatural different. She saved your life.'

My mom blinked surprised, 'So she's the one who sang me that song.'

I blinked surprised, 'Song?'

My mom nodded the smile returning to her lips, 'It was such a sad and beautiful song. I'm not sure when she sang it, but I could hear it loud and clear, and I couldn't figure out who it was because I was sure I never heard it before.'

'Do you remember the song?'

She shook her head, 'Just the melody,' she said and hummed me what she could remember. The song didn't sound familiar like something from the Tunes or radio.

'It sounds sad,' I had to admit and a part of me drift back to the first time I saw the girl. It sounded like a song about her.

She nodded, 'But it was really nice, Scott. Is she still here? I want to thank her.'

I nodded, 'Yeah, I think, she wants to leave. I don't she's the type for thank yous, but I did gave her my jacket. She said it's enough.'

My chuckled, 'She's a little bit weird?'

'I think so,' I agreed, 'But she save you even if she didn't have to.'

'That does mean something. Come get her here.'

I nodded and even if I didn't feel like it I let her go, I did. Outside I found a very confused sheriff and Stiles sitting on the bench.

My eyes widened, and I ran to them, 'Where's Marika? What happened?'

They both looked up at me with confusion behind their eyes, 'She said she wanted to leave.'

I groaned and ran outside. It didn't take me too long. She was just a few steps ahead of me, 'You have to stop running away from me like this,' I joked.

She stopped and turned around, 'This is becoming really weird. I don't want you to follow me or run after me, so stop.'

I blinked, 'I just want to-'

She took a step closer to me, 'Just because you're a man, you don't command or control me if I want to leave.'

My eyes widened as I realize what she was implying. I was shocked. Not but what she said, but that she was right. Over and over she told me she didn't want to stay in the hospital, and I made her stay just because I wanted to talk to her.

I closed my eyes with a sigh, 'Okay, look, Marika. You're right, but my mom got hurt, and you said that she reminded you of someone. So I'm gonna guess it was your mom or dad? Please, if your parents were hurt wouldn't you try to get all the answers?'

She watched me for a few moments. An understanding forming behind those sharp ice blue eyes, but also pain from memories I must have brought back to her mind.

'Also my mom asked me to get you. She wants to thank you as well,' I said looking at the girl with an apologizing smile.

She looked away, 'I promise I will personally get you wherever you want afterward. The mechanics, home, a hotel, whatever. Just please this one more thing, and I'll be in your debt possibly forever.'

She frowned at that, 'That's a very long time.'

I couldn't help a chuckle although I wasn't sure she meant it as a joke.

'Just this once, for my mom.'

The redhead nodded after a while, 'Alright.'

I let her go first and then followed her as she was walking in front of me, I couldn't help myself. What was she?

I used my red eyes. It worked with Kira, so I thought that maybe they would reveal something to me about Marika as well. Kira had an armor around her. Marika was gray. I wasn't sure what it meant, but she was all gray. She had that glow around her when I first saw her, maybe she was just so sad, and I was so worried about my mom, but she looked that way from the start.

She turned around and caught my eyes before they went back to my original brown color.

'I-'

She looked surprised, for the first time she was honestly in awe. She took a step closer to me looking at my face. She was tall. Not as tall as Malia or…Allison, but taller than Kira or Lydia.

Our eyes met. Blue met brown. I couldn't help but thought about how her ice blue eyes reflected her behavior a little bit. She didn't appear to be nice. Not genuine nice like Kira or…how Allison was. I think I would have described her as uninterested or bored most of the times, but that somehow didn't see right now. Looking into her eyes, I saw something. Pain…and that pain it didn't make her disinterested or bored…it made her numb about things.

I had the weirdest urge in that moment. I wanted to touch her hand and took the pain away. It was weird and absolutely silly given how she acted when I took her wrist before.

'Uh, we should go,' I said quickly, it was a stupid thought.

Marika nodded and turned around. I thought girls wouldn't confuse me in junior year, I guess I was wrong. Big surprise there.

I lead her to my mom's room. Stiles and the sheriff were still sitting on the bench looking confused.

'What did you do to them?'

'I told them to sit down and wait at least fifteen minutes. I thought I would have been gone by then.'

I nodded at the respond since I wasn't so sure what else to say before I shook my head, 'Can you just undo it?'

She sighed one more time, 'I could, but it might be better to just wait. If I tell them to act normal or something I demanding it again, do you understand what I mean?'

He nodded, 'Yeah, okay, come on.'

We came into my mom's room.

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Marika's POV

I didn't want to be there. I should have left, and it was impossible how much I just decided to do for this boy and his mom.

'Hello,' I said quietly as the woman gave him a big smile and waved at me to come closer.

'Hi, I'm Melissa, officially now, and I can't thank you enough for what you did,' she said with so much light in her eyes, I felt something shift again knowing how easy it was for her to run out of it just a few moments ago. I didn't know why though. I just met this woman. She and her son had been nothing but a nuisance, but…maybe I was going crazy, or maybe they just reminded me too much of me and…

It was then that I sensed it. The pain. Someone outside.

'It's okay, really,' I said and turned to the door and went to leave.

'Wait-'

'Can't, I have things to do,' I said and went to the door, of course the boy followed me and unfortunately the sheriff and Stiles's time was up.

Both stood up instantly and went after me, 'I have to go,' I said to them, 'Don't follow me.'

They immediately stopped, but Scott didn't looking worried at them and then at them.

'What's going on?' he asked, 'You look worried,' he said as he followed me.

'I'm not, I just have to do something,' I said before I ran outside. I stopped and looked around. The pain was gone. The person who it belonged to left, but I already had its mark inside my soul.

I sighed knowing I wouldn't find peace until I would find it now.

I turned around and looked at a very confused Scott McCall, 'I might need some help now.'

He blinked surprised at that, and I couldn't believe I asked for it, but then again I asked for many things I never would have thought I would've asked before. Tonight I also felt many things I never would have felt before. I should have been running away from this boy and his mom, but I didn't. It got me wondering through. Why did I have to run? Would it hurt more to get attached? But why? I didn't feel anything for the pain. If I got close to someone it wouldn't make me feel more pain than I already was in, would it?

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In the next fifteen minutes I was sitting in the security room with the sheriff, Stiles and Scott who were silently trying to argue a bit in the back. It wasn't hard to guess what was the reason for their argue, but I didn't listen.

The sheriff was going through the camera footage in the hospital and mostly outside, 'Why do you need to find this person so bad?' he asked quietly for the first time in a while.

My eyes never left the screen, but I answered anyway, 'Many people are in pain. Some lost someone, some are just lonely, others?' I sensed him looking at me, 'Their pain was created by someone else. Someone hurt them badly.'

I heard the man sighed before he asked, 'Are we talking about rape victims?'

The boys quieted after that question.

I nodded a bit, 'Rape, molesting, sometimes someone got tortured, or someone close got murdered, but usually yeah…rape has a very intense pain mark.'

Stiles was the first one to talk after that, 'So you can sense this pain?'

I watched the faces of the people until the timer at the corner reached the time we were looking for, 'Yes. Stop now.'

The sheriff stopped the video, and I watched a woman and a little boy walking out of the hospital. The child had his hand in a cast.

'Is he being abused?' asked Stiles.

The sheriff went through some other footage, 'Okay, let's go ask the doctor they visited.'

Scott walked up to me, 'What exactly are you planning to do once you find the boy?'

'To the boy? Nothing,' I said following the sheriff to the doctor.

He looked a bit upset, 'And to the one hurting him? Are you planning to kill them?'

I blinked before looking at the boy, 'You have a problem with killing people.' It wasn't hard to figure out not to mention the boy looked like he wasn't the type to kill people.

'And no, I don't kill people,' I looked him straight into the eyes, 'Some people don't deserve to die. They deserved to live a long and miserable life until they beg for death.'

Scott looked shocked by that statement, and I could see the questions behind his eyes, but he couldn't ask them, Stiles, on the other hand, seemed like the more vocal one, 'Girl, you're dark.'

I shrugged my shoulders, 'I supposed.'

The sheriff turned back to us after he spoke with the doctor, 'Okay, we got a name and address, but I want to come with you.'

'No,' I said instantly.

'Oh man, you're gonna compel us again?' whined Stiles, and I looked at him for a moment before I turned back to the sheriff, 'I need to go on my own and do what I have to do. I'll let you know afterwards.'

Scott shook his head, 'You can't compel me, and I'm not letting you go not knowing what will you do.'

I looked a bit annoyed at him. Like I thought nuisance.

My gaze returned to the sheriff again, 'I'm not compelling you yet. So how about you take my word for it for now?'

The sheriff looked over at Scott with a hopeless look on his face.

'I'm going with you,' said the boy in a firm way which made me for a moment wonder if he wasn't a leader of some sort. It wasn't a completely terrible idea since the sheriff and Stiles seemed to listen to him.

I turned toward him again. I was seriously starting to get annoyed that I couldn't tell him to back off. It was the first time I ever meet another supernatural apart from the shot time I stayed with my own, but I already didn't like it.

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Scott's POV

I think I never saw Stiles so freaked out as when he was giving me the keys to the jeep. Marika for some reason refused to leave the box in the hospital so I couldn't take the bike. I couldn't stop thinking about what Stiles had told me about her and about what she told me.

'You're always thinking this loud?' she asked as I pulled to the house the doctor gave us the address to.

I chuckled a bit even if I didn't want, 'I just… Stiles thinks you're Pandora.'

She blinked confused. For a tiny second I thought I was going to see her smile for the first time that day, but she managed to hold herself back, 'Why?'

'You carry a wooden box around with you,' I shrugged. It sounded so silly right now.

She looked to the front, 'I doubt if there is a Pandora and her box it would literally a wooden box.'

I nodded, 'Yeah, it's never literal.'

She nodded as well.

'You're not going to tell what are, right?' I had to ask.

She shook her head, 'If you know what something is, you know it's weakness.'

I couldn't argue with that.

'Well, in that case, I won't tell you who I am either.'

She nodded, 'Okay.'

We both looked at the house, 'Is he inside? It's seriously late for a kid to be awake.'

She turned to me, 'It was seriously late for a kid to get his hand check because someone broke it.'

I nodded, 'What are you going to do?'

'Go in, tell whoever is inside to let me in, talk with the boy, figure out what he wants.'

I was surprised by that, 'What he wants?'

She shrugged, 'Not everyone wants revenge. Some just want acknowledgement that it actually happened.'

I had to hold myself back. I really wanted to ask if that was what happened to her. The way she broke free when I touched her, the way she accused me of doing the same thing abusers were doing?

I had to hold myself back. I didn't know this girl. She didn't know me. I had no right to ask but wasn't asking the least someone could do?

She looked to the back at the box, 'Take care of it for a while, okay?'

'I'm going with you.'

She shot me a look, 'I need you to stay here.'

'Why?'

She sighed, 'When…when I compel people, I leave something behind. They don't forget about me. I can tell them that it was a dream, but they know how I look. I'm leaving the town soon. You're not. If they see your face, they can find you.'

I blinked, 'You're worried about me?'

She opened the door, 'Keep an eye on the box.'

She waited for a second before she said, 'Please.'

I stayed in the car even though I didn't want to, but she did make a valid point. I turned to look at the box for a moment before I returned my gaze at her as she knocked on the door and after a moment rang the doorbell.

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Marika's POV

I felt something unsettling inside me about Scott's question. Was I worried? I was never worried. Well, I used to be before it all changed. I pushed a lot of rules and habits tonight with Scott and his mom, but was I actually worried? And would that mean that I care? No, I didn't care… or I thought I didn't. I honestly didn't remember what it felt to care for someone anymore.

Besides even if I did, why would I care about a boy and his mom who I just met literally hours ago?

A woman in her forties opened the door, 'Yes?'

I sighed, 'Don't scream. Who is in the house?'

She blinked, she was probably a little bit more dominant person than others, 'What?'

'Who is in the house?' I asked a bit more persuasive.

'Just me and my son,' she said in blind obeyance, and I walked passed her inside.

'Don't scream, go to your room and stay there. Don't call anyone. Where's your son's room?' I asked and the woman pointed me to the last room in the hallway.

I knocked on the door before I walked in. The boy was still awake and clearly confused why was a stranger coming to his room this late at night. He had light brown hair and big green eyes. He was sitting on his bed looking at me. He didn't look like he was planning to go to bed any time soon.

'Did you come to play with me?' he asked with a blank look on his face.

I blinked confused myself now, he looked about nine, but his face expression didn't match the one a child usually had when he was asking if someone would play with him.

'Why do you ask? Do strangers often come to play with you?'

'Yes,' he answered, and I froze a bit, 'They do?'

The boy nodded, 'Are you one of them?'

I shook my head, 'I came to help.'

He blinked, 'Help?'

I nodded dreading the outcome as I started to have a feeling there was more to this than I originally thought. Pains were different, and pains ran deep inside, 'If you want my help that is.'

When I first caught the pain, it was pain from someone getting hurt by someone else physically. Now, however, when I was here with this boy, the pain was different. The boy hurt far more than I thought before.

For some reason, my first thought was to reach Scott. It annoyed and got me…I supposed worried.

'What can you do? Are you the police?' asked the boy worried.

I shook my head, 'No.'

The boy looked away for a moment, 'I don't want your help.'

'Why?' I asked, 'You're hurt. Someone hurt you a lot.'

He looked at me confusion behind his green eyes, 'How do you know?'

'I know pain.'

He swallowed, 'If I tell you, you'll take me away to the place for kids, and mom said that that place is worse than anything I can imagine.'

I shook my head, 'A child's home?'

He nodded.

'Would it really be worse than living in that pain?'

I saw that he was unsure, 'Will I never see her again?'

I looked down at my hands, I didn't know what to do. If I told him I wouldn't tell the police I would be lying, if I told him that I would, he might not ask for my help, and I wouldn't be allowed to help him. Not the way he deserved.

I took a risk.

'Your name is Benny?'

The boy nodded.

'I'm Marika, and I can everybody who hurt you fell the same amount of pain you did every single second until they will die.'

He blinked, 'How?'

'I just can, but if you agree to accept my help, I have to hurt everyone, even your mom. I don't have to tell the police, but I will only hurt the people who hurt you until now. I can't guarantee you more won't come.'

He looked at his hands.

'I think you know that they can come again.'

He started to cry, 'I don't want you to ever hurt her. She's my mom. I love her. She loves me.'

He was crying, and I had no idea what to do. He was crying, he was hurt, he was in pain, and the crying was making things worse.

I trembled unsure what to do. Many people cried in front of me. Most of the people did. I usually let them cry, but this boy? He was a child.

'Does she really? Would she let you get hurt if she really loved you?' I asked calmly. I wasn't sure how logic would apply to a little boy, but I tried.

He looked up at me, 'What if I don't want her to hurt?'

'It's everyone or no one, Benny. No one gets a free pass.'

He looked confused. He didn't know what to do. Some people were like that. They didn't want others to hurt even if they hurt them. It didn't make up for their own pain, it didn't bring peace into their soul, but it did show them that there was a little bit of hope inside everything. It showed them that people had to pay for their mistakes. It showed that people got what they deserved if they hurt them. It showed them justice and revenge. But this was a little boy, who despite everything that might have happen to him, loved his mom. It was cruel to ask him to allow someone to hurt his own mother, regardless to the fact that she hurt him first. The world was a terribly cruel place though. It had no mercy or pity for children, women or men.

I offered my hand to him.

'It's simple. You take my hand, and you'll show me everyone who hurt you. Everyone who caused you pain, and I let them feel everything that you felt all at once, and every moment of their life until the end of them.'

The boy swallowed brushing away some tears, 'Who are you?'

'A worst nightmare.'

He looked at my hand, 'Will you call the police?'

'They already know,' I admitted.

He sighed and took my hand. The moment we touched I realized what he meant by a lot of people hurting him. It looked like I would have a long night.

Before I knew it though he reached forward me and hugged me, 'I just want it to stop.'

I didn't know what to do. Well, I knew I should have hugged him back, but I didn't feel like doing it. My mind was telling me that he needed it, so I hugged him, but I felt nothing. I didn't feel sad about what happened to him. I didn't feel the need to protect him, I was only going to avenge him like everyone else before.

I put my arms around him, and I brushed his back a bit. It was contact, but I didn't feel anything.

'There's a boy outside. His name is Scott, and he's in a blue jeep. You're going to tell him to call the sheriff. You can tell him whatever you're comfortable. I'll start with your mom, okay?' I asked as I pulled him away a bit.

He swallowed a bit shivering, 'You're going to hurt her now?'

'But not kill her.'

He nodded and walked to the door, 'And tell Scott to keep my box for I'll be coming back for it later.'

The boy nodded one more time before he was out of the door. I walked through the hallway to the woman's room.

She was sitting on her bed with that look on her face which told me that she didn't know what was happening, and she was terrified.

'Please, I-'

'What did you do?' I asked immediately being firm to make sure she would listen the first time.

'I rented him to people who paid good money for it.'

I nodded. So far it was the worst story yet, and I still felt nothing.

'How many?'

'Six.'

I walked closer to her, 'Did you watch?'

'No,' she shook her head, 'I just let them pay me.'

I stepped in front of her seeing the fear behind her eyes growing, 'How did you find out about this business?'

She started to cry, 'I-I need the money, and my neighbored he offered it. I didn't want to, but he promised not to touch him, and he didn't. Then the hooked me up with others, and I just…'

'What happened to Benny's hand?'

'One of the men lost it tonight.'

I nodded, 'Jessica, right?'

She nodded, 'I'm gonna hurt you, Jessica. Really bad. I'm gonna make you feel the pain your son felt all at once. You will feel that pain every second until you die. You will feel what your son felt every time you'll think about him, understand?'

She cried harder but nodded.

I nodded as well, 'But now, you'll tell me their names. Once the sheriff and deputies come you will wait half an hour before you will tell them their names, alright?'

She nodded again, 'Yes.'

I nodded as well and grabbed her neck, 'You're lucky I don't feel anything except for the pain? Because I pretty sure I would kill you. Now, the names?'

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Scott's POV

With widened eyes I listened to the boy who came before I looked at the house. I knew I should have come alone. I instantly called the sheriff.

'Okay, Benny? I'm gonna leave you in the car, okay? I'll lock the car, but I will be back before you know it, alright? I need to check on Marika.'

The little boy nodded and as much as it pained me I had to leave him and go look for Marika. I ran into the house where a woman was crying in one of the rooms.

I rushed to her, 'Hey?' When I touched her I immediately felt pain. I pulled my hand back. It was a familiar sensation I felt with Stiles right after we got the Void out of him.

'Did she do this to you? The girl?'

The woman didn't answer and just cried.

'Where did she go?' I asked, but she didn't answer.

I grabbed her by the shoulders, 'Hey?!'

'Sh-she said I will feel what I did…She said I will feel his pain. She went after the others.'

I frowned, 'What others? Where is she?'

'My-my neighbor, Ruzak. He lives next door,' she said still crying, 'Please, it hurts so much. I-I just need the money. I didn't want to lose the house-I-I needed the money.'

I left her on the ground and ran to the next house, where I found a woman sitting on the couch with tears in her eyes looking confused a man on the ground.

'What happened? Where's the girl?' I asked them, but the man was in no shape to talk, and the woman appeared in shock.

I looked down at him and cursed. I didn't want to do it. I really didn't want to do it when he was on the ground like this, but if I was right. If what I heard was right, then that son of a bitch deserved fan worse than that.

I grabbed him and pulled my claws out. She didn't want me involved, but I couldn't let her do it on her own. I had to know. I shoved my claws into the back of his neck.

I heard him hiss even more, but I was instantly pulled into his mind. Later I wished, I never went into it.