Secrets

Reflections

A couple minutes must've passed before she started to realize what had just happened. She shot up, clearly far too fast as she hit her forehead against the edge of the ceramic toilet, she sank back down to the floor with a disappointing and painful groan and her hand pressed against her newfound wound.

"Now that looked like it hurt" a deep voice said from above her, catching her so off guard that she almost hit herself in the head once more. She was in no need to add the already concerning amount of injuries she'd retrieved today.

She laid flat against the floor and let her eyes do all the work her body couldn't yet. Tracing her eyes from the black boots on the ground, to the face of the boy. She gazed up at the figure who stood at the bottom of her feet, lending a hand out to her, which she hesitantly took.
This boy had a short curtain of dark brown hair that swept neatly around his face, and in addition to the dark blue jeans, he wore a long sleeved black shirt that gripped his skin, exposing his toned figure.

"Um." Her mind was racing with thoughts of how to explain this to a human, someone completely unaware of the supernatural. Unless he only saw her attacker from behind, would he even be able to tell what he was when he was unconscious? Or mayb-

She was pulled from her mind when the boy started to speak once more "Nasty scratches those claws gave you" Emma's eyes widened. "Now, am I going to see those heal right in front of my very eyes, or are you one of the humans, like your brother?"

Before waiting to receive an answer, he reached out a hand to Emma, who hesitantly took it.
Only needing to grip the wall to stabilise herself once on the way up.

Emma was now standing face to face with this unfamiliar guy who, despite the mysterious aura that had Emma on edge, had just saved her life.
She stared at him, mouth slightly open and eyes wide, still breathing heavily, while he stared back with a calming and warm smirk, making Emma increasingly curious of him as she came more and more back to her senses.

What should she say? 'Who are you?' 'How do you know about all this?' 'What are you?'

All of these would work, and make the most sense.

But no.

"Thanks.." Emma spoke slowly, breaking the silence, and starting to gently dab her fingers against the small cuts on her neck; there were ten for each finger, or rather, claw. "And no, these won't heal right now."

The boy let out an amused huff. "Got a bad one on your head too, good job." He said, nodding up at Emma's forehead.

Emma sighed before moving over to the sink to check out the additional bump and blood circled just above the center of her eyebrows, letting out a quiet groan at the discovery.
As if already looking like she was living off an hour of sleep, and as pale as a sick victorian child wasn't enough. God, she looked rough.

"Who- uh, who are you?" Emma said, turning back around and finally asking the obvious question.

"Theo" He replied immediately, crossing his arms and sticking with the smile he hadn't broken once. "Raeken"

Emma nodded slowly, that wasn't quite what she wanted to know.
"I'm Emma, Stilinski"

Theo let out a small laugh once more, as if this situation wasn't the slightest bit odd for him.

"Yeah, I know." He was cut off as a group walked into the room.

"Emma!" Stiles exclaimed as he entered the room. Scott, Malia, and Mason flowed in behind, while Lydia and Liam could be seen lingering outside the entrance. The not-so-big bathroom was quickly crowded.

"You were taking a little while, and were acting strange so, I let them know." Mason chipped in. "Sorry, I didn't know they'd come rushing to find you, I tried to tell them you probably just wanted space. Wait, what the hell happened to you?"
Mason took a little too long to notice the bright red blood plastered on her forehead like a giant stop sign; he had been doing that more often than not since he found out about, well, everything. Getting so caught up in his thoughts and responses to things, that he'd only notice what new thing was happening in front of him about 10 seconds later.

Ignoring Mason's rambling, and Theo who was standing there looking at everybody while they stared back at him accusingly, Stiles pushed past Theo and grabbed Emma by the shoulder to take a look at her head and neck wounds, which were still dribbling blood.
He stared at her in shock and concern before spinning round to look at Theo "What did he do?"

Stiles moved towards Theo "what did you do!?"

"Stiles!" Scott interrupted, staring at the body on the floor inside the cubicle, ankles sticking out the doorway. "Look."

Everybody moved their eyes to the still body of some kid on the floor.
"I didn't kill him, but he should be passed out for a while as he heals." Theo turned to look at everybody, "I heard what was going on from the hall, I came in and he was attacking her, so I broke his neck." Theo spoke calmly.

Everybody simply stared at him with a raised eyebrow with a 'you what?! who the hell are you?' expression.

"Don't recognise me?" Theo continued, switching his glare to just two of the people in the room. "Scott? Stiles?"

Scott stayed confused for a second, before his look switched to that of realization. "Theo?"

He responded to his name with a pleasant nod and smile.

"Hey, there's plenty of time for this little elementary school reunion after we've got my sister bandaged up, okay?"

"I like the sound of that." Emma responded, wrapping an arm round Stiles's shoulders as he helped her walk.

"Theo, you come with us." Stiles paused just before leaving the bathroom with Emma, eyes slightly narrow. "You still have lots to answer."

Scott, Malia, and Liam stayed to deal with the 'mess'.