Contingency~TW/TO~ Lahey

Chapter 29: The Other Banshee

"Hold still," Deaton demands Aiden. He shoves his fingers down the werewolf's throat and holds him under the running shower head as he had moments ago with his brother, Ethan. "Don't fight it. Hold still."

Aiden grunts, resisting Deaton's assistance in ridding him of a fly he must have swallowed and made him go berserk like the other two possessed wolfs. His gagging echos around us and I feel Isaac flinch under my arm at the sound of his struggle.

Allison and Kira had stayed outside of the entrance of the shower, close enough to see what was happening while I stood near Deaton, keeping Isaac close to me.

When the three wolves collapsed to the floor, Allison had instantly called Scott. He sent Deaton our way to assist us since he seems to be the only one that knows what is happening in this town. All we know is that this is a certain possessed teenagers doing. Not that I am surprised Stiles is behind all of this. The reason they had gone unconscious, though, is because Scott had brought Stiles back. But not in the way we hoped. He was all over the place when he explained it over the phone. But what I could comprehend is that there are two Stiles' in Beacon Hills now. And while they believe they have solved a problem, I know we created a larger one. There is too much at risk now if he has the power to control these three wolves and make them kill each other. What if all of this was meant to be a distraction for something larger? Or if he needed certain pawns off the chessboard to put other pieces in place?

"Almost there," Deaton calmly reassures him. As he promised, a fly is quickly pulled from his throat and captured between the veterinarian's fingers. Aiden coughs from the feeling of being violated and stares up at the creature. Deaton drops the dark-winged insect and it flows down to the drain, never to be seen again.

I can't help the smile that wants to surface knowing Deaton is causing them such uneasy feelings. I know that what had happened tonight wasn't their fault, but I want to rip both of them to shreds for trying to kill the ones I care about.

Aiden shuffles back from the showerhead, completely drenched, and water sloshes from his trek toward his brother that leans against the tiled walls beside Isaac and I.

"Isaac," Deaton calls out. "You're next"

Isaac hesitates with his hands raised in a surrendering position, "Wait, all right?" But Deaton doesn't listen to him as he grabs for his arms and places him where Aiden used to stand.

Isaac grips the creases in the tile, his nails scraping against the grout as he struggles to work with the veterinarian. "Don't fight it," Deaton demands him. "Don't fight it. Don't fight."

But Isaac does the exact opposite. He grabs at Deaton's shirt and arms, attempting to give him any release from his determined fingers. I turn my gaze to the tile, knowing if I watch, I will intervene.

"Isaac, stay still," Deaton seethes. Seconds pass until he finally huffs out harshly, "Got it."

I loosen my shoulders, not realizing how tense my body had gotten, and when I turn around, I watch the last fly drop into the stream of water before disappearing like the others. Isaac stumbles over to me, placing one hand above my head as he leans down to catch his breath and rubs his throat with the other hand from the after effect. His eyes stare ahead intently, slightly covered by his matted hair. Droplets drip from the tips of his flattened curls and roll down the side of his face just to drip off his chin and onto his shirt.