Chaos

08

08 ; average temperature

I sat in silence in the back of Stiles's Jeep, not wanting to speak. I was going to run away, find the people that I belonged with but instead I was stuck with a bunch of damn teenagers. All of the occupants in the car looked uncomfortably at each other, not wanting to meet my eyes.

I spoke up and everyone around me winced, "I have a book that has information you'll need, it's in Ancient Greek but I can translate." The disappointment I felt about still being in Beacon was evident in my voice.

"You know Ancient Greek?" Allison said incredulously.

"You don't?" I retorted, if her parents really wanted her to be a hunter they should have at least gave her some basic knowledge of the language; a surprising amount of information was in it. I guess her parents didn't want her to be a hunter, I couldn't blame them really, I wouldn't wish this fate upon anyone.

The ride home was tense and no one spoke, faint noise from the radio informed us of the weather and played some awful music. I sat wishing that I could just leave, let the dumbass teenagers sort this mess out themselves, but I couldn't leave them to it.

I would not have anymore of this mess on my conscious. Surprisingly, I actually liked these dumbass teenagers, despite their many, many flaws, they seemed to be fighting the good fight. Like the Winchesters do - did - Sam and Dean were running the family business without me. I was out of the race, but not the game.

We drew up at Stiles's house and I climbed out of his car, wondering why we hadn't been dropped at the Argent's. they all went off to the side and talked in hushed whispers, I could tell it was about me but I didn't want to know what they thought of me. I don't think I could take it.

Eventually, they turned to face me, Scott spoke for them in a brass voice, "How can we trust you? You've been lying to us and-"

"Nope, I just didn't tell you anything. At worst it's an omission, not a lie."

"You said your name was Emily Watson, there's no record of a Sam, Dean and Emily Watson being alive, we checked the records and-" Stiles accused and I grew slightly annoyed.

"It's illegal to go through your father's files, Stilinski. keep that in mind when you admit to it."

Allison stared me down, "Cut the crap, tell us why you're here."

"Fine, Argent," I spat out at her, "I'm here because I was sent here by Sam and Dean, they forced me to come here and as much as I hate it, I can help you guys out and I intend to do so."

They looked around at each other, "So you're not here to kill me?" Scott asked with a confusedly relieved look on his face.

"Christ, no. Unless you deserve to die, I won't kill you, this creature, the kanima however... I'm not sure about it. But, i'd like to try for zero casualties. But I'm doubtful of that happening so I need to figure out the hunt, leave me to it and the kanima will be dead or gone in no time." I told the frightened teenagers, flipping my knife around in my hand distractedly.

I saw Scott watching the knife flip around and tossed it into the air, only to catch it with the other hand. When I did this he seemed to snap out of whatever trance he was locked in and looked me dead in the eyes, "Nobody's going to die, we'll find a way around it."

I let out an unladylike snort, "yeah, sure. You tell me how that works out for ya'."

"Why are you saying that? Do you think we can't do it? Save him, because we can-"Scott started and I cut him off.

"Oh sweetie, oh honey, oh pie. You clearly know nothing about how the world really works, so I'll clue you in. Some one always dies. They might not die forever, but they will die, it's the way of the world, sweetie." I told him, indulging myself in a dramatic speech.