The World Is Crumbling

Chapter Two

Malia slowly opened her eyes and closed them again without realizing her surroundings. She could feel Stiles's laptop on her legs, but something else was pressed onto her chest. Something heavy, almost like an elephant or something. Whatever it was, she could tell that it was there to hurt her in some way, so instinctively she started clawing out at the attacker, but stopped as soon as she felt the blade of a knife press against her throat. She opened her eyes once more to see none other than Allison Argent standing over her.

"Make one move and your blood will be all over this room, do you understand me?" Malia couldn't nod because then that would be moving, but she blinked very noticeably to somehow get the point across to Allison that she understood.

"Why are you here and why are you in Stiles's bed?" Malia glanced over at Stiles to see him still asleep, but asleep in the chair instead of on the bed.

So he had let her be comfortable even though he was the one in pain, Malia thought as she looked back up at Allison. Judging by the fact that it was still dark, Allison was the only one other than Stiles that knew she was there.

Not that it bothered her, but Allison's weight on her chest was getting heavier and heavier making it harder to breathe.

"Scott went crazy. I came to Stiles for help. Him and I were doing research, I fell asleep, now can you please get off of me?" She respected Malia's request and swung both legs off of her and the bed. Malia sat up on her elbows and glared at Allison whilst trying to keep her claws put away. Meanwhile Allison just stood there testing how sharp her knife was.

If that was supposed to be intimidating, then that word needed to get a new definition. Her claws could stand against that knife anyday. Easy as pie.

Allison seemed different. It wasn't in a bad way, but Malia couldn't tell if it was in a good way either. It was just different. She held herself differently, almost like she wasn't the same person at all as she was six months ago. Not even close to it.

"Hey Allison, can I ask you a question?" Allison didn't look up, so Malia took that as her cue to start talking.

"Why is Stiles in so much pain? I saw the black lines on his chest, but they kind of looked infected. Is he okay?"

For a brief second, Malia could've sworn that she saw a hint of shock, and fear swarm over Allison's previous calmness. Only for that brief second though because as soon as she put up the fake face, somehow her scent had concealed itself along with it. Then, she sat down on the bed next to Malia and looked at her intensely.

"What's wrong with Scott?"

This time it was Malia's turn for a different expression to swarm her face, because this time it was nothing but confusion.

"You don't know? Scott killed Kira and booked it out of Beacon Hills." It was still hard to say, but it seemed like every time she said it that the words flew off her tongue before she could even think about it. Allison's eyes widened as she suddenly got up and left the room.

She really hadn't known? When had the sheriff called Stiles? Or had Stiles been internet surfing and seen an article about it? Although it's doubtful that something like that would make the news since murder isn't really a new topic for discussion in Beacon Hills.

....

Allison came back a little while later with Isaac and Lydia in tow. They both looked just as baffled as she had when Malia had said it the first time.

They were looking at her like she had been the one to kill Kira, not Scott. Like she was the murderer. Her eyes may glow blue, but it's not for the murder of an innocent.