Author's Note: The language in this one is quite a bit more severe. It's also a bit more graphic. You have been warned. Moving on… I own nothing.
The Machine Shop
Stiles grumbled as she stomped away from the guy working on her car. She knew what she needed, and she needed to punch Erica for messing with her baby. Even if she broke her hand doing it she was going to punch the she-wolf in the face. She went to open the door into the waiting room and her hand met something slimy.
"Fuck! Seriously! That's disgusting." She groaned as she tried to wipe her hand on her jeans. She shoved the door open with her hip instead letting it hang open behind her. She pulled out her phone with her other hand continuing to wipe her right hand on her jeans and hoodie. She pulled up her text message with Scott and paused as something moved. She frowned as her fingers on her right hand began to tingle. Then she spotted the hand on top of her jeep. It was slimy like the boa constrictor she'd once had when it was about to shed its skin. Claws extended beyond its fingers almost like Scotts but longer and sharper. She tried to step forwards, she wasn't sure what she was going to do but she had to do something even if the guy was an up-charging asshole he didn't deserve to die. But instead of walking forwards she teetered and fell. She couldn't move her leg her hand was frozen too the tingling sensation had quickly spread. She felt her breath seize in her lungs. The thing on her jeep lunged at the mechanic. He slapped a hand to the back of his neck and cried out as he fell, landing with his left half under the lift that held her jeep. Stiles tried to shake her head tried to scream but she couldn't. She hadn't had a panic attack in a very, very long time but she knew that that was what was keeping her from breathing. But it wasn't what was keeping her from moving as the hiss of lift descending began. She wheezed as her vision began to blur and the mechanic began to call for help begging for someone to stop the lift.
Stiles' phone had fallen near her hand and she managed to twitch her left arm forwards and hit the call button. Every movement was agony but she managed to type in 911. Her eyes darted back over to the lift just in time to see the lift descend the last few feet. The mechanics earsplitting scream and the gurgle and splatter that followed it echoed throughout the room just as the woman on dispatch began the regular question 'What is your emergency?' Stiles stared at the half of the body that remained on the floor still twitching slightly and the blood that painted her once blue jeep red. But then another movement caught her eye and she glanced to the side of the jeep and stared still trying to gasp for breath. The thing, whatever it was hadn't left. It was sitting on its haunches staring at her. It had bright glowing yellow eyes and slits for pupils. It hissed and lunged forwards. Stiles squeezed her eyes shut sure she was about to die but then the noise stopped she opened one eye and tried to start backwards but couldn't. It was barely a foot away from her its tail swishing behind it as the woman on the phone tried to get a response from someone. It had what looked scale all over its body.
It tilted its head to the side and looked her over one more time before hissing and leaping over her. She couldn't move her head to see what it was doing but soon the sound of its hissing breaths was gone. Stiles' vision blurred again. Everything that had happened that night was too much and she still hadn't managed to get a lungful of air. She felt her self slip and let herself go to the unfeeling darkness of unconsciousness.