A World In Need

Chapter Sixteen

Stiles's POV

Waiting at the command center for them to show up was incredibly boring. Like were they moving in slow motion or something?

Is something wrong Stiles?

I winced at the unfamiliar voice in my head, but quickly realized that it was Master Gaylor.

That's definitely still going to take some getting used to.

"You know. How about you actually talk to me instead of being lazy?" I said annoyed as I leaned back onto a wall.

"Very well. Is there something wrong?"

That was way better. He can't read my mind anyway. I have a spell up to prevent that. That's probably why he's asking what's wrong, but I still don't care.

He just had to keep bugging me didn't he? What was the reason? Does he still not trust me?

"You still don't trust me do you? I have given you no reason not to, and yet you still sit here monitoring me, afraid of me!" I stayed angrily as I pushed my back off the wall.

He looked like he wasn't intimidated, but I could tell better than that. He was hiding it. Hiding the fear. The fear he never stopped feeling whenever I was around.

"I have no reason to fear you. You have assured me countless times that your magic is in check, so as long as that doesn't change I have no reason to feel anything against you."

Hearing this somehow only enraged me more than I already was. It was like my magic was somehow fueling my anger. I liked it though. It made me feel powerful, like I stood miles above him in every way.

"Don't lie!" I slammed my fist into the wall and watched as blue sparks came flying off.

The look on his face told me that I had to pretend that I was sorry and in control before he told on me.

"I- I'm so sorry. Sometimes in rage, my magic gets the best of me. I promise it won't happen again." Probably the most sincere insincere thing I have ever said in my life.

Like I said before, he can't read my mind, so I can lie all I want, and he can't do anything because he has nothing to base anything off of.

"It's alright Stiles. I believe you. We'll just have to do a little more work with your magic. That's all. That way we can help you to control it."

I don't want to control it.

"But what if it takes over. I can't promise that I'll be strong enough to fight against it. It's compelling, and addicting once you get a taste of it."

"We can help you with that too. You're just going to have to trust us."

Yeah sure. Like I'm going to trust him. He doesn't even trust me. He just wants me on his side so I don't kill him, and so that he can contain me if something goes wrong.

"Not that I don't want to continue this conversation, but my friend's making dinner, and I'm going to be late. Can I go?"

He nodded and I teleported straight out of there.

Somehow I ended up in the middle of times square. How that happened I am never going to know, but there were literally mirrors everywhere I looked. Just happens that I look into one. What I saw though was weird.

My eyes were normally Hazel, but my eyes were now tinted blue around the outside, and not just like a hazel eye switch color thing. No this was like a bright blue. Like the color of my magic blue.

I have to hide this from my friends. They can't find out.

So I waved my hand and a pair of sunglasses appeared in my hands, which I then put on to cover my eyes.

I'm going to look hungover, but I guess it's worth it.

Now to go back to the penthouse.

The others are probably already there seeing as how I made a pit stop in times square first. Honestly though. I meant to go back to the penthouse first, so my magic must still be a little dysfunctional. I mean not using it for a long time could definitely cause that.

And now I'm overthinking things.

Come on Stiles.

Just go back.

If you're not an obvious hyperactive lying spaz for once in your life then they shouldn't be able to notice anything.

You'll be fine.

But if I can't use my magic, then I have to walk. Which is annoying since I've gotten used to teleporting, and my magic could literally do the exact same thing.

...

I made it home after about like half an hour which meant that I was totally late for dinner, which meant I was eating potato chips that I stored in my room tonight.

Let's just hope that I can get back into my room without causing too much suspicion as to why I was back so late. My room is on the first floor so it should be pretty easy to.

...

Or so I thought.
....

I really didn't think that they'd all he there waiting on the couch for me when I got back.

"Stiles where were you? You missed dinner." Lydia asked worriedly as she scanned me up and down looking for any injuries on my body.

"Yeah well. I'm just gonna go to bed. See you guys tomorrow" I said as I started to leave, but Jackson's quick reflexes stopped me.

"Are you okay man? You seem agitated." I just shrugged him off and went to my room.

This time none of them tried to follow me in my pursuit to the bedroom.

...

As soon as I was inside I shut the door, and locked it (just to be safe).

From there, I slipped my jacket off, and flopped down onto my bed.

I let the blue sparks fly from my fingers, and watched as it danced around the room freely, without restraint.

That was the last thing I saw before I closed my eyes.