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Madison Stilinki, a high school student with anger issues, attends Beacon School High - her friendship group consisting of her twin brother, Stiles Stilinski, and her best friend...
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I stepped out the school, since my free period was the last of the school day - which meant it was also my favourite day since I got to go home early. Though, I was not looking forward to the walk home since Stiles has to stay since he has detention, but I'd rather walk than sit through a Harris detention - he's evil.
As soon as I step out the doors, a black Camaro I recognise all too well, pulls up in front of me, the front window already down.
"Get in." Derek tells me.
I stand there scoffing. "No way. Isaac is in a cell because of you, because of what you did to him." The puzzle that was Derek Hale was becoming all the more impossible to solve. Why had he turned Isaac, an innocent teenage boy? So he can be hunted his entire life? Just so he can have some extra power against the Argents?
"I need your help." He now tells me.
"My help? Why me, you have no idea what I am?" I respond.
"You had a dream that night in the hospital right? Of Lydia escaping, before it happened?" He questions.
I blink slowly. "...How did you know about that?"
"I told you I was going to keep an eye on you." He explains. Had he been watching me this entire time? "I want you to come with me to see if it wasn't just a coincidence."
"So you think I'm a psychic?" I question.
"I don't know what you are Madison, but it would be pretty helpful to make a guess." He tells me, and so I sigh, before walking over to his car. The only reason I was agreeing to this was because I wanted to know what I was. It just so unfortunately happened, that the only person I could go to help to was Derek Hale - who I hated again.
I climb into the passenger seat. "Where are we going, anyways?"
"Isaac's house." He tells me, the car swiftly moving away from the school.
I furrow my eyebrows. "Why are we going to Isaac's?"
All the reasons we could possibly be going swirled through my mind. Maybe we were going to tample with evidence, because Isaac had infact gone crazy last night and killed his dead, and we needed to cover it up. Or maybe Derek had no idea if he had or hadn't and wanted me to 'test my powers' by going back to the scene and maybe I'd psychically see the past all play out.
"Because you need to see what happened there." He responds - as always so mysteriously.
I narrow my eyes at him, not liking the lack of details. "Were you never taught how to answer question's properly?"
Derek glances at me, a look of annoyance on his face, before he looks back out at the road. "Look, I could tell you, but it's better for you to just see for yourself."
I nod briefly. "Yeah, because you definitely would tell me if you could."
