La Bete | Stiles Stilinski

Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven

"Hey, Deaton, how the hell did she get through the Mountain Ash?" I gritted out, absolutely annoyed to be paralyzed right now.

"I don't know," Deaton responded. I could only see Stiles' face, which I'm not entirely complaining about. He and I were making eye contact. At least it was a pretty sight to see. "It's a barrier no supernatural creature should be able to cross."

"Scott did it," Stiles mentioned and my eyes widen.

"Once," Scott added. "But it almost killed me."

"We should've killed her." Malia angrily spat.

"Meanwhile, she's probably on her way to killing someone else." Stiles unhelpfully said.

"Listen, everyone. We need to concentrate. Scott, Malia, and Addison, you three will probably be able to move long before Stiles and I can. But you need to focus."

"Focus on what?" Malia asked.

"Healing," Scott responded.

"You know I suck at focusing," I mumbled, looking around the room frantically.

"That's right," Deaton agreed with Scott.

"I don't know how to tell my body to heal," Malia panics.

"Malia, calm down, it's okay," Stiles tells her gently.

"I can't calm down, I can't move." Malia grits out angrily while I tried so desperately to focus.

"It won't last long," Scott tells her. "We're going to be okay. Doc, how do we focus?"

"Think of a body part." Deaton began to tell us and I instantly focus on the tip of my fingers. "Your hands, your feet, even just the tip of your fingers. Imagine them moving. See it in your mind and your body will follow."

"Okay," Stiles says after a while and I opened my eyes. "I'm pretty sure I just felt my right leg movement." I looked over at his right leg. "Uh, yep, definitely moving. Like a twinge, spasm, something."

"I'm gonna have to disagree. And I think I hold an informed opinion" Deaton comments.

"I'm gonna have to agree with Deaton's disagreement." I also add and then went silent again, trying to tell my body that my hands and feet are moving.

"Malia." Scott suddenly said.

"I don't think she cut me that deep," Malia says and I grew hope.

"Keep going." Deaton encouraged. "Keep moving." Very slowly, Malia began to stand up and I smiled. I was proud of her. Also jealous. I wanted to be the first one to move.

Malia pushes herself up. "What's happening? I can't see." Stiles complained. "What's happening? Malia? Malia, wait for us."

"There's no time," Malia spoke.

"Look, she's not a werewolf." Stiles reminded us.

"But she has a scent and I can find her."

"Malia." Scott carefully said. "Save her."

Malia just lets out a grunt before running out of the building and leaving us feeling a little more useless. Come on, Addison. Just move. It's not that hard.

"Hey, Addy," Stiles said. "You're moving."

I opened my eyes to see that I was moving my finger tips. I gasped out of excitement. "Yes!"

"Keep going," Scott encourages me and I did. I kept twitches my fingers and eventually, I sat up from the ground.

"I'll try to keep Malia from killing Tracy," I promised. "I'll see you guys there." I then turned and left the guys, running towards the police station.

Eventually, I get the police station, only to find it was a mess. Oh, my God. "Addison!" Lydia had called out, she was in the Sheriff Stilinski's office and I ran in there.

"Lyds?" I called and gasped at the sight. Kira was there with a panicked expression. Tracy had cut her deep. "Oh, no..." I ran to her side. "Where's Malia?"

"She's in the basement with Tracy," Lydia groaned out. "Addison, you need to get to Malia before she kills her. You need to save Tracy."

"But, what about you?" I worry, looking at her with wide eyes.

"I'll be fine." She grits through her teeth, lying to herself. I hesitated. "Tracy thinks she's asleep. She thinks she dreaming. I tried telling Malia that but I don't think she quite understands. You need to make sure Tracy knows that she's dreaming, okay? It's a night terror. She's not dreaming. She's not asleep. Help her understand."

"Addison, they're in the basement." I looked over at the Sheriff who as lying on the ground.

"They?" I asked.

"Tracy, my mother, and Malia." Lydia whimpered. Lydia's mother is here? Oh, god.

I looked at Kira. "Look after her, please." Kira nodded and I ran to the basement, pulling my daggers out, ready to fight. I take careful steps down the hallway, trying to control my breathing. I looked down at the path, seeing the grey substance, like grey blood. 

I heard nothing but silent whimpering. I knew it was Malia's. "Malia?" I asked, worried. "Addison?" I heard her and I walked around the corner, seeing Tracy dead. My eyes widen. "Addison, it's not what it looks like—" 

"You killed her?" I bewildered. 

"No! I didn't kill her, okay?" Malia snapped. "I swear, I wanted to, I almost did but I didn't. I tried to convince her it wasn't a dream. Because that's what Lydia told me to do." I looked at a passed out Mrs Martin and I ran a hand through my hair. 

"Malia..." I speak unsurely. Malia walked over to me, gripping my arms. 

"I swear, Addison. It was these three masked men, they came in and killed Tracy. I didn't do it."

"Three masked men?" I looked around. "What three masked men, Malia?" 

Malia pursed her lips. "They were here before. They showed up out of nowhere. You've got to believe me. One of them pinned me down and they—They're so strong. I couldn't do anything." 

Malia looked like she was about to cry. I pulled her in for a hug. She hugged me back. 

I wasn't sure if I was supposed to believe her or not. 

A/N 

Hey guys, I'm back and it's been a while, wowwee. I'm sorry for not updating but I'm gonna try to post more often, I swear. And because I'm sick, I most likely can. Please pray for me lol.