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

Chapter 42

Yet again, I randomly appeared somewhere to which I had no idea. I spun around, scanning the area and noticing that I was in a parking lot. I whipped around at the sound of crackling. I quietly groaned to myself as someone walked away from this burning car in the middle of the lot.

"This had got to stop happening..." I watched as this guy walked off before wandering over to the car. I tried my best to peek passed the flames and into the windows. My eyes widened when I saw a motionless man laying against the steering wheel. His hands were zip-tied to the wheel. The majority of his clothes had been torched by now, so he'd been there some time. I looked around and went over to his door, quickly pulling it open before flinching my hand back and blowing on it. By the time I had looked up, I flinched back in surprise, watching as he pulled himself from the car. "Parrish?"

"(Y/n)? What are you doing here?"

"Why are you being torched alive in a police car?!" I returned with an incredulous look. I reached through the flames and grabbed his arm, pulling him out of the car. Until I had dragged him away from the burning vehicle, his arm was around my shoulders for support. Over the time of our little trek, he regained his balance. "Was this about the dead-pool?" I asked and he nodded, moving his arm from me and taking in a deep, angered breath.

"We need to go to the station."

"We're walking?" Jordan nodded and I sighed, jogging after him when he had set off.

The sun had risen and the birds were chirping away as we finally reached the required building. I let Parrish enter through the doors, dramatically, before following after him. His skin was charred and all of his clothes were missing, which was...unfortunate. I wandered behind him, my hands stuffed into my hoodie pockets as we turned a corner, finally reaching the correct room. The guy I had seen walking away from the burning car was sat at a desk, being the person to look up and spot his supposed-to-be-dead victim.

"Holy-" The man reached for his gun and I flicked my head to the side, sending the weapon from his holster and to the other side of the room. Parrish sped over to him, slamming him against the wall. I smiled as his colleague struggled. "You're dead."

"Clearly not, man." I chuckled, sitting myself at this man's desk, noticing something on his laptop. He was trying to get the money transferred. When this other guy was pinned to the floor, Sheriff Stilinski emerged from his office, holding up his gun. I hurried to stand between the gun and Parrish. "Mr Stilinski, chill, please, it's just Parrish." The man in question continued to punch his co-worker.

"But you're dead!" When I continued to hear the sickening cracks and squelches, I did my best to pull Jordan away from this other man.

"Parrish! Parrish! Relax, he's out cold!"

"That's not good enough!"

"Jordan! Seriously, relax!" I yanked him back and we both stumbled back a few feet. He was panting, staring down at the guy he'd just beaten. "Feel better?" He nodded. I pat his shoulder a few times. "I know the feeling, I know it."

I hummed to myself as I wandered the hauntingly quiet corridors, heading towards a specific door.

"How close are we to them, (Y/n)?" I shrugged, aimlessly following my instincts, still humming, even as Parrish asked me the question. I felt a shiver as I walked passed a door. I immediately came to a stop. "Down here?" Parrish nodded to the door I had just passed. I nodded and gently pushed it open, carefully wandering down the corridor and listening out for any voices. I could hear Lydia protesting.

"In there." I whispered. Jordan nodded and snuck into the room with me just behind him. We found Lydia and Stiles tied to a pillar, a man near them holding a needle.

"Drop it!" Parrish had his gun drawn, pointing to this man, Brunski as I had been told. There was a needle in Lydia's neck. "Take your thumb off that needle and slowly withdraw it from her neck."

"Young deputy." I was holding Stiles' signature baseball bat. I tended to steal it from his car if he hadn't already taken it with him, only during supernatural situations. "You're rust a kid." Brunski turned to Jordan. "I bet you've never even fired a-" Parrish shot and I was startled, straightening up.

"You get Stiles." I nodded as he went to Lydia, a bullet now lodged in Brunski. I fiddled with the cuffs before undoing them, avoiding looking at Stiles.

"When'd you take my bat?"

"I take it from your car when it's in there." Stiles chuckled and shook his head as I pulled him to his feet, scooping the bat back up in my hands.

"It's not him, he's not the Benefactor."

"No." We heard from the doorway. We all turned and found Meredith, the other Banshee. "And, he wasn't on my list." I shared a look with Stiles. "But he was a bad person."

I sat in Stiles' hospital room as he was perched on the side of the bed, Melissa leaving the room.

"Hey, Stilinski..." Stiles looked over to me as I sat in the chair against the wall in front of him. "I don't, I don't think-" I sighed, giving up with telling him. "Nevermind...It's not important..."

"(N/n), are you sure?" He was tapping his hands against each other. "You used to talk to me about everything...Now you rarely talk to any of us...about anything..."

"It's nothing to worry about, Stiles." I huffed, straightening up in my seat. "I'm doing fine."

"You sure...? The last time you distanced yourself from one of us-"

"I know what happened, but look-" I showed him my hands, flipping them over and setting them back into my lap. "-No disappearing, I'm doing just fine."

"You promise?" I nodded with a small smile.

"Y-yeah." Stiles nodded reluctantly, just as someone knocked on the door.

"Stiles, there's someone here to see you." Malia rounded the corner and I pushed myself to stand up as my mom let her into the room.

"I'll leave you two to talk." I averted my gaze from the two of them as I slipped through the doorway, between mom and Malia.