Inferno - Stiles Stilinski

Chapter 35

Luckily, we were put in one of the investigation rooms until the Sheriff and Jackson's dad were 'ready for us' whatever that means, when Allison calls.

"If Jackson doesn't know what he's doing, then he probably doesn't know someone's controlling him." she says over the speaker of my phone.

Yes. You heard that right.

Turns out, according to Lydia, who can read Archaic Latin, Ms. Morrell's translation was wrong, and the kanima seeks a master, not a friend.

So, someone's not protecting him, they're controlling him.

"Or he doesn't remember." Scott comments.

"What if it's the same kind of thing that happened with Lydia when she took off from the hospital?" Stiles suggests.

"A fugue state?" The girl on the phone clarifies.

"He'd have to forget everything. The murder, getting rid of the blood, I mean the whole shebang." I tell them.

"Yeah, he had help with one thing though- the video." Stiles points out, "And someone else helped him forget that."

"Probably whoever's controlling him."

"Are you sure Jackson has no clue about any of this?" Allison asks.

"Oh, I'm pretty positive. He's still convinced he's turning into a werewolf and Lyds somehow delayed the whole thing... which is insane, but not the point."

"So, do we try and convince him he's not?"

"If it helps us find out who's controlling him, then yeah..." Scott confirms.

"Do you think he'll talk to us after what we did?"

I answer, "No, absolutely not."

At the same time Scott does, "Yeah, it's us!" and he turns to look at me questioningly, "He'll talk to us, right?"

I immediately shake my head, telling him that I don't think he'll be open to it, but Scott decides he's going to try anyway.

Sighing, I take one of the seats and lean my head back against the wall, closing my eyes for a moment. I feel someone sit next to me and by the smell, I can easily tell its Stiles, so I rest my cheek on his shoulder and try to take a quick nap, seeing as I've been awake for almost two days straight.

I don't know if I actually slept or not, but the next thing I know, Sheriff Stilinski and Mr. Whittemore have come back into the room and have now added my mother to the mix.

Oh no, this isn't gonna go over well.

But what shocks me is that Stilinski sits the boys down at the table and starts reading off a clipboard to them.

And leaves me where I am.

He doesn't even mention me in the document he's reading from... which I soon figure out is a restraining order from Jackson against Scott and Stiles.

But not me...

My mom quietly signals for me to stand by her in the doorway, and I do as she asks while Noah tensely recites the regulations the others are being put under.

"You will not go within fifty feet of Jackson Whittemore. You will not speak to him. You will not approach him. You will not assault him or harass him physically or psychologically." He drops the clipboard on the metal table in front of him and the two boys.

Well, there went any hope of talking to Jackson about the whole controlling him thing. See, Scott should really take what I say into consideration instead of shooting everything I say down.