Looking Glass || Stiles Stilinski ²

07 || Weight of Despair

Episode: Shape-Shifted

Scott and Thaís practically sprinted out of the principal's office and toward the school's front doors, only to be met with the sight of the Sheriff's cruiser already leaving. Isacc Lahey in the backseat, his head briefly turning to look back at the two worried teenagers. In defeat, Scott clenched his fists.

"We need to get him out of there," Thaís whispered, shaking her head.

"I know." Scott nodded, "Come on. We'll figure it out."

Thaís scrunched her nose but reluctantly followed behind him.

Just as they were headed back inside, a loud screeching sound alerted them, making them turn. A black Camaro had pulled up, the driver leaning his head down so they could see him - Derek. "Get in." He practically ordered.

Thaís scoffed, "You can't be serious."

"You did that." Scott glared indignantly, "That's your fault."

Derek looked down, "I know that. Now get in the car and help me."

"No, I've got a better idea." Scott retorted, making the girl raise an eyebrow, following right behind him down the stairs, "I'm gonna call a lawyer. Because a lawyer might actually have a chance at getting him out before the moon goes up."

"Eh." Thaís grimaced, tilting her head, That's not always true.

"Not when they do a real search of the house," Derek stated.

"What do you mean?" Scott asked curiously.

"Wait, you're saying there's actual evidence they could use against Isaac?" Thaís asked, getting closer to the car. If this was true, they could extend his stay in jail and actually take him to trial, Juvenile Hall perhaps. That's if he doesn't maul people tonight and gets killed.

Derek sighed, nodding at her, "Whatever Jackson said to the cops, what's in the house is a lot worse. A lot worse."

Before Scott could input his thoughts, Thaís swung the passenger seat open, her investigative genes getting the best of her. "Show me." She climbed into the back and gave Scott a look, practically begging him to go with them. The boy huffed and quickly got into the Camaro, his curiosity getting the worst of him.

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By the time they arrived at the Lahey household, it was already evening. The night disordered her vision, guiding her with pure luck into the pitch-black, the flashes of moonlight not helping at all. All it did was make her skin tingle, reminding her of its omnipotent hold on her. She had no idea what was a few feet away from her, and the werewolf vision's red hue could only do so much in a dark room.

Derek had grabbed Scott and her some flashlights, and while they scanned the house, he continued explaining what had happened. Isaac had come running into his hideout, horrified, telling him Mr. Lahey had been murdered. He explained that he'd been running from his father, but it wasn't long after that he found his father's car near an alley; the car door ripped off its hinges, and blood sprayed all over the windows.

Thaís couldn't help putting the crime scene into perspective - For someone to have ripped the car door right out of its hinges, they must've been seriously powerful. She dreaded thinking about it, but they might be dealing with another shapeshifter. She hoped it was a werewolf and not anything else.

"If Isaac didn't kill his father, who did?" Scott questioned, flashing the light across the room.

She moved in closer to the unused fireplace, examining the photographs on the ledge, warmth filling her chest at the first photo she saw - Isaac, his father, and two other people smiling in what seemed to be a lake. He looked really young. His father was holding the woman by the waist - his mother. The other boy was probably an older brother. It sunk in that there must've been a time when the Lahey family was happy, and then terrible things happened to change the dynamic. There were no recent photos of Isaac and his dad anywhere except old memories - No one had moved on.