The Mutated One 🐺Cora Hale🐺

Chapter 3

The white-haired teenager walked through the halls of the school before seeing things that he had never "seen" before. He could hear things that he shouldn't have been able to. See things that he never could before. The sensations were overwhelming. Actually, overwhelming was too small of a word to use to describe what he was currently feeling.

He squeezed his eyes shut before seeing a strange figure in his mind. A muscular man with long white hair and facial hair. Eyes just the same. His face covered in scars. He wore armor...as if he was some sort of knight. He wore a medallion around his neck...of a wolf it seemed like. "Hmm. So Destiny comes to rear its ugly head to be correct once more." The man voiced. "I'm sorry...what the hell is going on? Who are you? Where am I? Why do your hair and eyes look like mine? And why do you look like you walked right out of The Game of Thrones?" Stiles pestered the stranger. The man rolled his eyes with annoyance. "Why must all my acquaintances be ones that can never shut up?" The mysterious man sounded into the foggy atmosphere.

He took a step towards Stiles as the boy instinctively took one back. The armored man let out a sigh. "I mean you no harm, child. I promise." He stated. "Really? Is that what you told the people who gave you those scars?" Stiles countered. The man chuckled with a smile. "Child, if you must know...these scars...are not of human origin." He answered. "What?" Stiles asked with wide eyes. "Come." The man voiced as the atmosphere changed into that of the forest. Stiles looked around bewildered before noticing the man standing beside a horse.

"You are not human." The man said bluntly. "Gee, thanks. Because who cares about subtly anymore?" Stiles shot back sarcastically. "Hmm. How about this? You come from a long line of warriors that hunt monsters." The man explained. "Now tell me...would you have believed me then?" The man added. Stiles looked at the man in silence. "You're telling me...that I come from monster hunters? Me? Of all people in the world? Me? Really? Are you sure?" Stiles asked. "Deny it all you want. There is no escaping Destiny. Many have tried and none have yet to succeed." The man sounded. Stiles scoffed. "Right. Because why should I believe anything you say?" Stiles asked crossing his arms.

The man turned to the horse and whispered something indistinguishable before turning back to the boy. "Simple. Because my blood...is currently running through your veins." The man explained before leaning back against the brown horse. "What do you mean—" Stiles began before thinking. "We're related." He whispered in realization. "Ah...so he does have a brain. I was beginning to worry that Roach was right." The man said. "Roach? Who's Roach?" Stiles questioned. "My horse." The man answered pointing at the horse behind him. "Your horse? You talk to your horse? Wonderful." Stiles voiced.

"Sorry, but do people not speak to a dog as if they could speak back?" The man asked. Stiles opened his mouth to argue before closing it. "Then how is that any different to how I talk to Roach? I'll help you....It's not." The man added before standing before him. The man was a couple inches taller than Stiles. "Also...speak ill of my horse again...and I'll cut out your tongue and feed it to the wolves." The man spat lifting the teenager into the air with one arm. "I'm sorry...what did you say your name was?" Stiles asked. "Geralt of Rivia." The man replied. "And like me...you...are a Witcher." Geralt added dropping the teen to the ground and walked off before disappearing.

Right at that moment, Stiles' eyes snapped open with a gasp and found himself in the middle of the school hallway looking into the face of Cora. "Are you okay?" She asked him. "What the...fuck...is a Witcher?" Stiles asked before collapsing to the floor unconscious.