True North

33

Season Six

A scared, frantic boy stood in the sheriff's office.

The sheriff told the boy, "Alex, you know we're having trouble locating your parents. And since you can't remember anything, we have a method, an unusual method that might have you remember. But I need you to be okay with it. I also need you to know that it's probably going to hurt you."

Alex shook his head. "I don't care. I just want to find my mom and dad."

"You ready?" Scott asked, kneeling in front of Alex.

He let out a breath and nodded. Scott flicked his claws and inserted them into the back of Alex's neck. He gasped and his eyes rolled into the back of his neck as Scott's closed.

Scott's eyes opened a few minutes later and stepped back. "What did you see?" Stiles wondered.

"I saw a guy on a horse," Scott said.

"Horse?"

"He had a gun."

Lena frowned, remembering her reading and her worry only grew.

The sheriff looked between the teens. "Okay, a guy with a gun. That sounds like my department, not yours."

Lena glanced to Alex and back to the sheriff. "And his parents? What happened to them?"

Scott shook his head. "I don't know. That's all I remember. But... I got this feeling."

"What kind of feeling?" Stiles asked.

"They're coming back," Alex replied. "They're coming for me."

Lena followed Stiles, Malia and Lydia out to a car. The car had a broken windshield and the passenger's door was missing.

"I don't think they're dead," Lydia said.

Malia shrugged. "They're dead. Probably torn apart. The only thing I don't get is why there's no blood."

Lydia frowned. "They're not dead. If they were dead, I'd sense it."

"If they were alive, I'd smell it."

Scott looked around. "Yeah, I'm not getting anything either."

Stiles looked at his friend. "Scott, what are you talkin' about? You were in his head for four minutes. I timed it."

"Well, it's not an exact science. And he's a kid. Maybe he's too freaked out to remember."

Malia frowned. "Why does it matter if they're dead? Dead is dead."

Stiles said, "Okay, if it's just a robbery, we can't help them. And if it's something supernatural, my dad can't help them."

Lydia narrowed her eyes at Stiles. "It sounds like you want it to be supernatural."

"It's been, like, three months since anything's happened."

Lydia rolled her eyes. "Yeah, and once a week you drag me out of bed like I'm some sort of supernatural metal detector."

"I can't stop if I know something's going on. You can't tell me that you think this is just some series of impossible coincidences?"

"What I'm saying is maybe that wouldn't be so bad," Lydia retorted as she walked away, followed by Malia.

Stiles let out an irritated sigh as he stared at the windshield.

"You're staring at a broken windshield," Scott said bluntly.

"There's something wrong with it," Stiles replied.

"It's broken. And it wasn't a magic bullet. It was a regular bullet that blew out a regular windshield." He motioned to several other cars. "Just like that one, and that one, and that one."