ochisia | stiles stilinski [2]

chapter four: abomination

Beads of sweat trailed down the back of my neck as I heaved in a breath before lifting my fists back up, getting ready to strike. 

"Come on, little girl. Are you too weak?" Jason taunted me as we circled the mat we were currently standing on. The only source of light was the fluorescent light humming above us, making my skin glisten because of the light layer of sweat. 

I rolled my eyes, a tiny smirk on my face, "you know, you really got to get better insults. These are starting to become boring."

Jason's smug smile dropped and swiped his leg out, hoping to catch me off-guard. I jumped back, dodging his attempt, and immediately threw my clenched fist forward. He grabbed my fist just before it was going to land on his jaw and twisted it so that my back was to his chest, his arm going around my neck in a mock-choke hold.

His arm wasn't tight enough to cut off oxygen but strong enough to keep me in place while his hand was on the back of my head.

My mind whirled with possible ways to get free, remembering something from my training back at Laguna Beach and I mentally prepared myself.

Without any warning, my arms flung back and grabbed onto the arm that was behind my head. I pulled it over my head, using one hand to yank the arm that was around my neck loose. Slipping my head down the opening, I spun around, and struck him once in the stomach once and the cheek with my other fist. He doubled over, heaving for breath.

"Come on, little boy. Are you too weak?" I mocked his words earlier with a smirk.

"You-" Jason panted as he stood up straight, still a little winded. "I'm not training you anymore."

"You say that every week," I informed him in a bored tone, used to this routine by now.

"And I'll say it again next week."

It was honestly pretty amusing to see a 6'1 completely ripped 25-year-old stick his tongue out.

I turned my head to my bag to the floor as soon as I heard a shrill ringing coming from it. I gave Jason an apologetic look and jogged over to my phone, pulling it out of my gym bag. My eyebrows knit together as I slid my finger across the lock screen to stop its incessant ringing.

"Scott?"

"Lexi! You need to come and get me, right now."

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"And he didn't say anything else?" I glanced at Scott before focusing on the road again.

Scott shook his head, worry written all over his face, "no, he just said that the creature that we saw at Isaac's paralyzed him and crushed a mechanic with his jeep."

To be fair, that's quite a lot of information.

Turning the wheel, I guided the car to the array of blue and red lights that emitted from the multiple police cars in the lot outside a foreboding building. Stiles' head snapped up at the sound of my engine and relief flashed over his face before disappointment settled in.