Into The Truth [Isaac Lahey]

Chapter Forty-Four

03rd November 2011

"Can we get a cat?" I asked, I was sat in the studio with Nan and we were painting although we were both supposed to be in bed. I was ready for bed of course not knowing when I'd feel tired. Now wasn't it though, instead I was quite happy with my terrible painting of a cat. It was supposed to be a Birman cat.

"Why do you want a cat?"

"I don't know, they're cute," I offered and she looked to me annoyed.

"And who would be looking after this cat, Flo?" She asked, and I offered the most innocent looking smile that I could. It was the one I reserved for teachers and people I need to impress.

"Me?"

"Hmmm, that's what they all say. Now off to bed you, you have school in the morning," she reminded and with a sigh I put the paintbrush back in the pot before picking myself up from the chair.

As I got into my bedroom, I kicked off my slippers before heading over to my phone. I didn't like having it with me anymore just in case dad called. What was I going to say to Nan? Oh yeah, I'm ignoring him because he's the reason hundreds are dead. She'd think I'd gone mad. Sometimes, I think I've gone mad.

As I turned on the device, I found several missed calls and texts. They were all relatively recent so I hadn't missed too much. What could it be and could I be bothered with it, that was the question that needed to be asked. Tonight had been nice. There'd been no supernatural issues today it was just school and then time with Nan. Everything had been so peaceful and so nice.

Did I really want to destroy that and overturn the good memories with more supernatural issues?

But it might be important, it could be someone dying so I suppose I should probably go and help.

Checking the texts, I found where I needed to go before pulling my boots and jacket over my pyjamas. If the supernatural want me to be dressed then they can bother us in the day time.

Arriving in the Stilinski house, specifically Stiles' bedroom I found everyone else all gathered around trying to find evidence of the missing boy. There were red strings pinned everywhere all across the room and it was probably the most clear display of insanity there was.

"How did you know?" Scott asked to Lydia and Aiden who had apparently only just appeared as well, "did he call you, too?"

"I heard it," Lydia urged and we all looked at her confused.

Aiden shook his head, "don't ask-- it gets more confusing when you ask."

"Okay..." Isaac muttered.

Lydia shook her head as she stepped up to all of the string that was pinned from one wall to another, "not as confusing as this. He uses red for unsolved cases..."

"Maybe he thinks he's part of an unsolved case?" Aiden offered.

"Or is an unsolved case?" Isaac reminded, as he was still missing and Lydia whirled around to look at us.

"Hold on-- is he still out there? You don't know where he is?"

Scott was the one to respond, "he said that he was in an industrial basement somewhere."

"We came here to get a better scent."

"Well, what else did he say?" I cut in, and Scott began to grow anxious.

"Something's wrong with his leg-- it's bleeding."

"And he's freezing," Isaac added on.

That brought no comfort to any of us, "tonight's the coldest night of the year. It's going to drop into the twenties."