Now you see me, now you don't {S.S}

Chapter 34

I stood in the kitchen with my dad, unbagging the food he had picked up for dinner.

"Chinese?" I asked and he nodded, making me smile. "Great." I heard the door open, hearing a voice as two people appeared. One of hem flinched.

"Ah! Are you getting taller?"

"What are you guys doing here?" Dad asked them, glancing to me to see if they were here for me. I shook my head.

"Waiting for Scott." Derek spoke, sending me a nod, acknowledging me with a smile. Stiles looked between us.

"Well we're waiting for him too, we're supposed to have dinner. I brought extra, you guys want some too?" Derek nodded and Stiles said that they weren't hungry. I tuned out for a second, literally a second as I turned to the cabinets and grabbed a few plates. When I set the plates onto the counter, my eyes widened as I heard Derek speak Spanish. "Shrimp fried rice, or pork?" Derek came up to us, moving his arm around my shoulder as he stood beside me. I laughed.

"Uh, shrimp fried." I reached over and grabbed the box from the other side of the island, setting it in front of Derek before reaching across again and grabbing the egg fried rice.

"Egg roll?" I asked and he nodded as I held one out to him. He gladly took it from my hands.

"Thanks."

The four of us sat at the table. Dad across from Derek/Miguel. and Stiles across from me as we all ate.

"So, uh, Miguel, what'd you say your last name was again?" My dad asked as I looked down to the floor, a small plate beside my chair on the ground, Inkblot stood by it patiently. I giggled, picking up a few pieces of chicken and dropping them onto the plate, the bird waiting as I moved back to my own plate, grabbing a bunch of noodles with my chopsticks and leaning down, setting them onto Ink's plate. He chirped as the men conversed, happily necking down at his new plate of food as I lightly scratched his head. I sat back up and noticed Stiles staring at me with a very soft smile. Brief eye contact was made before I ignored it and went back to my food.

I randomly appeared on the stairs where Void and I had sat during the Nogitsune situation. I was more than confused. I was staring right at Peter, Scott, and Malia. I looked around to double check where I was, and when I did a full 180, I flinched backwards, stumbling at the sight human figure covered in anime bones and skin. A huge shiver ran down my spine.

"Mother of fuck, what is that?" I hurried up the steps to my brother, standing by him.

"Berserkers." Peter answered, staring down at it. When Malia went to run down the steps to attack it, Peter grabbed her arm. "Are you crazy?"

"There's just one of them."

"And that means we have a chance."

"To beat him?" This girl was aggressive, impulsive, she wanted the kill, the win, I despised that about her, she thought she could do everything.

"To survive." Peter turned, making a break for it, with Scott and Malia following. And so did the Berserker. I stepped to the side, letting it run right passed me since there wasn't much I could do.
The teenagers slowly backed towards the stairs, not having expected to see a second berserker.

"Excuse me~" I sang, perching myself on the stair railing as one of these creatures pressed my brother's head against a wall. It's attention turned to me. I smiled. "Hi, yes, that's my brother." I smiled with a forced chuckle. "I'm quite protective of him." My gaze latched onto the being, and as soon as I felt cold, I flicked my head to the side, watching with a smirk as the Berserker's body followed my line of sight, slamming straight into a wall, the back of the skull cracking enough to emit a yellow glow before the creature fell into dust, it's animal head and bones only remaining. I rubbed the back of my neck, leaning against the wall, stood on the railing and feeling the cold disperse.

"(Y/n)...You helped?" I shrugged.

"You're my brother, I only help you." His attention went to the struggling Malia. I shook my head, feeling and watching my vision goes fuzzy. I hopped down from the banister and leant against the wall. I really need to get used to using Telekenisis. The more I use it and get used to it, the less this will happen. I released a breath, trying to regain my vision from the white it had turned to. "You go help her." Scott nodded and went for the second Berserker. I watched Malia land on the floor, a gash on her leg as Scott tried to get his head from pounding. I sighed and stood up straight, forcing my way up the stairs and standing in front of the girl on the ground. I really didn't care if I didn't like her, but Stiles clearly did, so...she was worth keeping alive. The Berserker stopped in front of me, tilting its head. I rubbed the back of my neck, wondering how I should do this. Take the pain and blows? Try and actually get rid of it? Distract it? Divert it? My inner turmoil was my ruin. I felt something stab into my stomach, for the second time in my life, and I looked down. "You've got to be kidding me..." I mumbled, hearing Malia called my name from behind me. I ignored the pain and looked right through the holes of the Berserker's skull, right to where it's eyes should have been. I closed my eyes for a second, calmly opening them as the sharp bone that had been impaled into me, was pulled out, making me lurch to the ground, beside Malia.
I pulled myself to sit up, Malia pulling me over to her. I made a funny sound when the Berserker lunged for her. I grabbed Malia's hand, a freezing and dark presence surrounding us.
For me, everything went blank, but I could still feel the cold.

After a few minutes, I felt my hand drop Malia's since she had moved to be in front of me, shaking my shoulders.

"(Y/n)! (Y/n)!" I felt the air shift and rose my hand, catching a fist. I blinked a few times, my vision coming back as I snapped out of a daze.

"What?" I asked innocently. Malia looked over to my brother, concerned.

"Your eyes." I shrugged, not knowing what she was on about. "They were white."

"Completely?" She nodded, Scott coming up the stairs and kneeing beside me. "What happened?"

"You protected her, you made a forcefield or something." I slowly nodded, a jolt of pain ripping through my mid-torso. I gasped.

"Not this shit again." I laughed, tucking my hair behind my ear before feeling something drip from the corner of my mouth, like water...Oh no...again? Other people ran up the stairs. One with a bat, another with a sword, one without a weapon, and one with claws at the ready.

"What happened? Where are the Berserkers?" I looked from Malia and Scott, turning to the newly arrived group, with a smile. Kira had asked the questions.

"Uh, (N/n)..." Stiles pointed to the corner of his lip, nodding to me, worried. I rose my hand to my lip, dragging the back of my hand across the area. I looked down at it to see that it was blood.

"I'm fine." I stated clearly, using the stair railing to pull myself up to my feet.

"(N/n)-"

"Stiles." I spoke sternly as I pressed a hand to the wound, already now used to having wounds that bled profusely. Blood dripped over my fingers. "I said I'm fine, I can take care of myself." As I took a step, I stumbled into someone. They were quick to catch me. I looked up and smiled brightly, realising something. "Derek?" He was back to normal, his original age.

"Stiles, go start the Jeep, we're taking her to the hospital."

"Derek, I'm fine-"

"You're bleeding, a lot, and you can't heal like we can." He pulled me to my feet, although I did try to protest.

"No I can't, but I can die and come back. Just chuck me on my bed and leave me alone for like a week, I'll be good as new!"

"You'll be dead, and back. We're taking you to the hospital."