Chapter 6
Thomas got home to find his mom was there too. He was thinking about tonight and the move he had just done. Deep inside it just jumped between 'yes' and 'no' as a very bouncy ball when he understood he had already made his move. Then again, small voice at the back of his brain nudged him to call it off.
- 'Thomas, can you go get groceries from store?' She asked, pulling him out of his thoughts. Thomas blushed.
- 'W-Wha..?' Thomas, asked, confused, not even listening. His mother chuckled.
- 'Honestly! From your expression it's like as if you were in lo-' but as she kept looking in Thomas' face and noticing he was getting shade redder she figured she had nailed it. Thomas inhaled, remembering he needed oxygen.
- 'M-Mom what did you want?' He asked, his voice shaking.
- 'Groceries. Please?' She said and handed him money. Thomas took it and went back outside, leaving his schoolbag in hallway. He took his bicycle instead of motorbike.
It was great weather outside, if not counting the fact it was October, In fact, it was unusually warm for October yet no one objected, not even Thomas. It was good to ride without his jacket. When he rode past Sheriff's station, he noticed Stiles coming out from it. Scott was nowhere to be seen. Thomas stopped his bike.
- 'Hey, Stiles!' Thomas shouted. Stiles stopped, creased his forehead but came towards Thomas.
- 'Thomas, right?' He asked. Thomas extended his arm for handshake. Stiles took it and shook once.
- 'So did you find the body?' Thomas asked. Stiles' eyes narrowed.
- 'What body?' Stiles, asked, confused.
- 'The one you talked about in school when Scott-' but Thomas looked at Stiles whose face became even more confused.
- 'I haven't been today at school. I had to go in for doc appointment.' Stiles said.
- 'But you were there! Scott and I kind of slammed into each other and then you came running and urged Scott to follow you.' Thomas explained. Stiles looked at Thomas as if he was crazy.
- 'It wasn't me.' Stiles said. Thomas' eyes went wide.
- 'But then who…?'
- 'Or what! Damn it!' Stiles exclaimed and took out his phone and dialed Scott. Stiles became more and more worried as no one was picking up.
- 'Voice mail?' Thomas asked. Stiles nodded.
- 'I have to find him.'
- 'I'll come with you.'
- 'Why in the world do you think-'
- 'Stiles, it is not discussable! I am coming with you and that's that!'
- 'Fine, get in the jeep.' Stiles said and jumped in. Thomas left his bike at Sheriff station's parking lot and jumped in Stile's jeep, completely forgetting about groceries and tonight's visit to Jonathan.
Thomas sat silent in Stiles' car while Stiles was trying to reach Scott over phone. It was still going to his voice mail. Then he called someone else.
- 'Kira, has Scott called you?' Kira was Scott's girlfriend and another supernatural creature. Thomas looked outside the window and watched as they were driving into forest. He tuned out the Stiles' phone conversation and watched as forest flew by. Then, he noticed pair of red eyes.
- 'Stiles, stop, STOP!' Thomas shouted and Stiles slammed on brakes.
- 'What? What did you see?' Stiles asked. Thomas pointed between trees. Stiles saw it too. Both of them got out of car.
When they got to place where they had seen the red eyes, no one was there. Whoever was there had been gone.
- 'That was not Scott.' Stiles said.
- 'How do you know?' Thomas asked, confused.
- 'He wouldn't have run away.' Stiles said but then flinched. He had talked with Thomas so casually; just giving away Scott was a werewolf and alpha at that. Thomas guessing what was behind Stiles' expression chuckled.
- 'Would you relax? I know all about you, as in general, about all of you.' Thomas said. Stiles frowned.
- 'How do you know exactly? And since when do you care about Scott? Last I heard you had called him 'mutt' and that you hated him.' Stiles asked. It was slightly uncomfortable for Thomas but they both knew sooner or later it had to be addressed.
- 'How do I know? Allison told me. How do I know Allison? She was my cousin. Yes, Allison Argent was my cousin.'
When they were back in car, Stiles looked at Thomas. He was shocked, yet that explained a lot of things.
- 'So, when you say you are a cousin to Allison you mean-' Stiles began, still unable to believe his ears.
- 'Yeah, I mean exactly like that. I am her cousin, well was her cousin. And she told me everything about you guys.' Thomas responded.
- 'I didn't expect her to have a cousin.' Stiles blurted out.
- 'Maybe that's because no one asked?' Thomas laughed.
- 'So how come you hate us?' Stiles asked. Thomas sighed.
- 'I just… When Allison first told me about you guys, she was scared. It felt like you dragged her between all of this. And her family didn't encourage otherwise. Yeah, they tried to keep her from dating Scott but with the whole hunter thing gunning after supernatural creatures, they still pulled her even deeper. First her aunt was killed by Peter Hale and then her mother had done suicide… She just… she just kept going even after then and then…' Thomas inhaled. 'She died. I always figured supernatural would catch up to her. I just don't know… how she died. I mean, I blamed Scott for that, for pulling her in, I blamed her parents but in the end, even after when she left for France, she returned and came back to all of this.' Thomas stared straight out the window as Stiles was driving the car. Stiles was silent. He had gone slightly pale.
- 'Scott cared for Allison. He tried to keep her away from all of this but she loved him and tried to protect him. She was the one coming back even after everything. They broke up but yet she still… and then…' Stiles went silent. He was reluctant to go on. Memories of that time still haunted him, even though he didn't remember much himself, only after he was pulled out of it.
- 'Stiles, what happened? How did Allison die?' Thomas asked silently. Stiles went even paler. He was afraid to tell.
- 'When the sacrifices happened, we Allison, Scott and I had to do something because our parents were captured. All three of us were in state between life and death for 16 hours to do so and things happened. For a while, I couldn't read and I had horrible nightmares. Scott was scared of turning Alpha, paranoid he might not be able control the wolf form and go on a killing spree. Allison lost her ability to aim and was seeing her dead aunt everywhere, which, by the way is still alive and out there running, waiting for a chance to kill us, almost ending up killing Lydia and Isaac-' Stiles said but Thomas interrupted.
- 'Wow, wowowowow, back up for a sec, Kate is ALIVE?!' Thomas exclaimed.
- 'Yeah, she basically thinks we killed Allison and is out there to kill everyone just because supernatural creatures and yet she is one herself now.' Stiles said.
- 'And I thought I am holding grudges.' Thomas sighed.
- 'You're golden, compared to her.' Stiles said.
- 'No kidding.' Thomas said. He went silent again, urging Stiles to continue. With deep breath Stiles did so.
- 'And we became vulnerable, particularly me. That was when Kira showed up and for a while we thought she was evil but it turned out I was possessed by this evil spirit called Nogitsune. Kira's mother had summoned these spirits called Oni, who were supposed to find Nogitsune and kill him. They marked us off one by one searching who was it and then off and on I was conscious whereas Nogitsune within me was getting stronger and taking control of my body. We were separated thanks to Scott and Lydia but Nogitsune had found a way to get Oni to its side and… Allison had found a way to kill the Oni. It was silver. It acted a poison to them. She managed to get an arrow in one of the Oni, killing it but another killed her.' Stiles finished. Thomas stared out through window, silent tears streaming down his face. He finally had found out about Allison's death and now he could say his goodbyes, completely. He didn't blame Styles, he couldn't blame Stiles. Stiles didn't want this to happen and Thomas perfectly understood this. Goodbye, Allison….
Back in Beacon Hills Lydia went in trance, while doing her homework. She felt it building deep within her and yet she couldn't control it. Lydia Martin shrieked her banshee shriek – someone was supposed to die.