Chaos Rising

3

Void

"Stiles, let's go. You're going to be late." I feel the Sheriff pull the covers off my body, a shiver runs down my spine. I've forgotten what it's like to feel cold. "I have been calling you for ten minutes," he complains, "ten minutes!" I groan, turning away from him. "Every damn morning, Stiles. Scott is already out front, and you're not even dressed yet." He pokes my shoulder.

I want to kill him.

But I can't, I have to play along.

"Five minutes." I mutter with my face in the pillow. "Just five more minutes."

"No, you do not get five more minutes." he crosses his arms. "You get five seconds, you hear me young man? Five seconds before... before I dump this glass of water on your face." He grabs the half empty glass from Stiles' night table. "Five, four, three..." he counts down.

"Fine," I force another groan, "I'm up, alright?" I push myself into a sitting position, trying my best to seem as though I have just woken up. In truth, I was never even asleep. I don't usually sleep. It is a waste of time. "I'm up." I repeat, the Sheriff sets the glass back down carefully.

"Get dressed, and bring all these dishes to the kitchen when you come down." I glance around the room, seeing that Stiles has at least eight glasses of water sitting in the most random spots, some aren't even empty. His father stops at the door, patting the trim with his hand. "And I might not be home until later tonight, McCall is coming to the station and... " he shakes his head, "I think you can guess what that means."

"Yeah, no, it's alright. I think Scott and I have plans tonight anyways. You're all good." I threaten a laugh, it feels unnatural in my mouth, like a square wheel rolling off my tongue. But he seems to buy it.

After getting dressed, I meet Scott outside. He has his stupid green dirt bike parked at the curb. I have the sudden desire to mess with it, to take an important component off and watch him freak out. Maybe the brakes? It'll be funny to watch his face when he realizes he can't stop. I grin to myself as I hop into Stiles' jeep, sticking his key into the ignition and starting it up, the distantly familiar roar of the engine fills my ears. I might not like Stiles, but I must say, this jeep is pretty awesome.

Even if it is literally held together by duct tape.

I follow Scott down the road, having to actively resist the impulse to run him into the ditch. I had tricked Stiles' father, and so far, I have convinced Scott. If I keep this front up for a few days, without anyone catching on, I will become strong enough to get rid of their annoying little wolf pack for good.

And then, wonderful chaos will come again.

Scott and I meet up with the rest of the pack, I see Lydia, Malia, Kira, and Scott's newly turned beta, Liam. This was a shock to me, finding that memory in Stiles' mind, learning that Scott has his very own beta. I am slightly impressed. But, if I were him, I would have let the boy fall to his death, there is no reason to have a beta. All they are good for, especially for a True Alpha, is stealing power.

I am greeted with warm, kind smiles as I walk up to the group, sitting crowded around a picnic table in front of the school. I can't help but notice that there are two members missing. Two members who had been casualties of our last encounter. Allison, whom one of my oni had run through, and Aiden, who died in his brother's arms. It is actually quite funny, even now, I can see it in their eyes. These teenagers cover their hatred for Stiles with happiness and laughs, but in truth, they still blame him. I had used his body, worn his face, and whenever they look at him, all they see is me, the same person that killed their friends.

If I could feel sympathy for Stiles, I would.

Because he has no clue what these kids really think of him.

"Stiles, are you okay?" I hear Malia ask, she has interlocked her arm in mine, looking up at me with concerned eyes.

"Yeah, why?" I try to smile, hoping it doesn't look too forced.

"You just look like you haven't slept in days."

"Is it that obvious?" I laugh, pulling her closer, remembering that her and Stiles are dating. "No, I'm kidding, it was only last night. Some idiot decided to mow his lawn at like three in the morning. But really, I'm okay." I lie. She stares at me, unconvinced. "Really love, I'm fine." I reassure, her face instantly brightens at my choice of words, her suspicions drift away.

"I like that," she tells me, "love..." she repeats softly, resting her head in the crevasse of my neck.

"Okay, love." I say, running my fingers through her hair. I catch Lydia looking in our direction, something of jealousy flickers across her face. Then, she meets my eyes and her gaze is redirected to something interesting on her shoes. Is Stiles really that blind? He has two girls in love with him, and he doesn't even know it.

My head snaps up and my eyes instantly dart across the school yard, searching. The feeling in my gut grows, almost like butterflies, but different. As if my heart is on a string, and the person on the other end is pulling at it, lightly, but enough to be felt. As I scan the parking lot, looking for the girl I know to be on the receiving line, the feeling is gone. The butterflies die and fall like deadweight stones in my stomach.

School goes by quickly, I listen to class after class, lecture after lecture until the bell rings. But my mind is preoccupied. She was here. In Beacon Hills. Abby was here.

Everyone floods into the halls, talking loudly to their friends, excited to get home. I do not wait for Scott, like Stiles would normally do, instead I make my way into the parking lot, where I find a row of bike racks. I take a quick glance around the area before walking up to a lime green mountain bike. I detach the brakes, pulling the wires on each side from the handle bars. It is a small thing, but a thing nonetheless.

I am already unlocking Stiles' jeep when I feel a hand on my shoulder. I turn to see Scott. I clench my fists, selling him a fake smile. Gosh, I want to rip his throat out. "You didn't wait up." He says, expecting an answer.

I pull open the door. "Oh yeah, sorry about that, I have to grab some food for my Dad, he has a long shift today." I half lie, I never plan on getting the Sheriff any food. He can starve for all I care. But from our conversation this morning, the last part is true.

Scott nods. "That's alright, but when you-" A sharp scream cuts through the air. Scott swivels around, searching for the source. I manage to hold back my grin, I know damn well what happened.