𝕁𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕒 𝕡𝕖𝕖𝕜

15. Success imminent

"We're going to need help with him, you know?" Theo stated duly as he laid back in the arm chair of the hospital waiting area.

"He'll be alright." Scott said, half not believing himself.

"He's 16 and in love.
first love, I'm sure you know what that's like." Theo continued, still sounding dull from the fact that he hadn't slept.

"Yeah trust me, I can remember."

"All those emotions mixed with the supermoon, tonight isn't going to be good." He reminded Scott, but for some reason Theo didn't feel anything, the words he said were just words.
He wasn't genuine, but also wasn't mischievous about it either, Scott noticed this.

"I know." Scott sighed.

"We need help, and I don't mean restraints or chains. I mean Malia, Stiles, Lydia.
You need your pack." Theo advised, looking over at the true alpha sitting nest to him.

"I'm not so sure I have one anymore." Scott admitted.

"Talk to them, I'll see what I can do." Theo recommend before walking outside.

»»———— ☾✩☽ ————««

"Can they fix it?" Malia asked softly as she drove the Stilinski around, going in whichever direction he pointed.

"There's not enough duck tape in the world to fix that thing." Stiles murmured as he looked out the window, watching the houses move by.

"Maybe you should try something other that duct tape." Malia shrugged, not sure how to help him.

"It's got a bad alternator, you know, needs all new belts, transmission going, the brake pads are basically metal on metal-"

"How come you let it get so bad?" Malia asked, not understanding anything about cars but it was obvious it wasn't good.

"There's been a few distractions if you haven't noticed." Stiles sassed but still kept his mellow tone.

"I notice. More than you think I do." Malia told him, sounding almost hurt, which left stiles to analyse her, trying to figure out what he did wrong.

"I-I didn't mean it like that." Stiles sighed Apologetically, looking over at her.

"Am I taking you home?" Malia cut him off, not in the mood to deal with those emotions.

"No, sheriff's station. I gotta talk to my dad."

»»———— ☾✩☽ ————««

Sitting on her bed, Thea scrolled through Netflix, trying to find something to watch.

She almost let out a sad laugh when she got the déjà vu of the whole situation.

"Just a peek.." the memory of the dark voices command echoed though her mind.

She opened up a new browser on her laptop.

'Hearing voices..' she wrote but quickly deleted it, realising how it sounded.

"What the actual fuck is wrong with me." She wined to herself, burring her face in her hands before a hot white pain bashed into her head.
The feeling was as if her head was being crushed from the inside out.

She griped her head tight, getting up from her bed with her eyes squeezed shut as a whine shot from her.
Waves of pain hit harder and harder causing her to grip onto her dresser for support.

Flashes spun through her mind, the school library, blood, full moon, and Scott's collapsed body.

"Danger." The dark voice returned, but again, it didn't seem so evil this time.
Just unknown.

Thea gasped for air as she dropped to the floor slowly, realising what her vision meant.

Frantically she got dressed, loose jeans and a random band T shirt, and some converse.
She grabbed her phone and purse before climbing out her bedroom window in broad daylight.
Since her room was on the second story and she was still injured, it was a bit of a mission but she got over it.

The bus drive was uncomfortable to say the least, the constant stares from strangers looking at her bruises and cuts.
The police station was the only place she knew she had to go.

Sirens wailed as she ran into the building, manic police offers rushing around the station.
Her eyes locking on stiles.

"Wait! Wait! Don't shoot! Just stay out of his way!" Stiles roared at the armed offers as the deputy walked pasted them standing tall, in a trance-like state.

"Stiles! What's going on?" Thea panted, as she ran over to him.

He looked at her confused before practically dragging her into his father's office.

"What hell are you doing here?" He scolded in irritation, grabbing her by the shoulders.
"It's dangerous!"

"Yeah, I can see that!" She laughed in a panicked tone, motioning her arm at the calamity that was surrounding them.

"Shouldn't you be at home? You were just kidnapped for Christ sakes!" Stiles squeaked, his voice begging to crack from stress.

"Oh my god, Shut up! Something wrong stiles!" Thea shouted, done with stiles playing big brother.

"What?" Stiles asked in a caring but perpetually tired voice.

"It's a long story but I'll just sum it up." Thea took in one deep breath in order to scare out as much words that she could at once.
"When my father was murdered I heard a voice in my head telling to downstairs, and it kept showing up when I was in danger, at first, I was like 'oh shit, I'm going insane' but now in know about the supernatural so know I'm more like 'oh shit, I'm something supernatural.' And i saw Corey die!" Thea rants, now using his shoulder for support as she caught her breath.

"What?" Stiles burst out in confusion.

"I was in the car when I saw Corey die, it was in my head—and it really fucking hurt by the way, anyways, I think it was a vision, and I may or my not... have just seen one of Scott."
Thea explained, in a small panicky voice.

"You had a visions?"

"Correct."

"Of people dying?"

"Yeah."

"And you didn't tell me!" Stiles shouted for the heavens to hear.

"I'm supposed to?"

"YES!"

Stiles grabbed her arm and yanked her out of the station, forgetting she was still injured.

"Where are we going!" Thea groaned trying to loosen his grip on her but gave up, knowing that it's no use.

"We've got to find Lydia." Stiles said in a huff as he remembered he didn't have his jeep anymore.

"No, we need to find Scott. He's the one who will probably- maybe die later."