Running Scared || Scott McCall

Chapter Nine: Eichen

I panicked ripping the phone from Scott's hand and dialling his number again. After a few tries I grew angry and threw my phone at the wall running my hands through my hair. "We have to tell Sheriff." I said, not facing him.

"We promised-" I turned around growing angry. "Damn it Scott! We need professional help! We need to find him!" I sighed realizing that I yelled at him. "You're right, but first we need to catch his scent." Scott ran near the stairs yelling for Isaac to rush down the stairs.

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I ran up the stairs three at a time, we were hoping that Stiles was sleeping talking or even sleep walking. Pushing open Stiles bedroom door, I nearly tripped and fell but a strong arm held me by my waist.

Scott didn't say anything about it though. I pulled myself away. "What're you guys doing here?" Scott asked. I turned around, Aiden and Lydia were hovered above Stiles bed. "Did he call you guys too?" Lydia shook her head.

"I heard it." Banshee. They're everywhere back home. "Don't ask, it'll just be a lot more confusing." Aiden suggested. I darted my eyes to Stiles bed, pointing at it. "Not as confusing as that huh?" I said, ripping the covers from the bed. "We were getting to that." Lydia pressed her lips firmly against each other.

"We don't know what it means." Aiden huffed. "Stiles uses red for unsolved cases." I confirmed. Scott knitted his eyebrows confused. "So what? He think he's apart of an unsolved case?" Isaac pushed on stepping forward. "No. He thinks he is the unsolved case." Lydia said, probably on the verge of exploding.

"Why're you guys here?" Lydia rose her brow. "We came to find Stiles." I groaned feeling the urge to use the bathroom, I excused myself and hurried to the restroom. Opening the door, I glanced up at the mirror. Furrowing my brows at my appearance.

My eyes were glowing.

I shut my eyes and shook my head. Reopening them. They were still glowing, and my finger tips extend claws? I licked my bottom lip running my hands under some cold water; I screamed in agony at the burning itch. "Kell? You alright in there?" Isaac asked from the other side of the door.

I quickly turned off the bathroom sink, glancing at the mirror once again. Nothing. "Fine." I dried off my hands, no longer having the urge to 'go' I opened the restroom door and made my way down the hall. I bumped into a hard chest, balling my fist in fear I swung my fist straight to the persons jaw.

"That's one hell of a punch." Scott chuckled. My eyes widened, I returned my hands back to my sides. "I'm so sorry!" I clasped my hand over my mouth holding back a giggle.
"C'mon Isaac, you and I are searching for Stiles."

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I bit my bottom lip hoping out of Lydia's car. "Are you sure, Stiles is here?" Lydia called Scott earlier, she had what I call a 'Banshee Moment' by flicking his red strings and the voices told her that Stiles was in the basement of Eichen house. It made sense for a banshee, but I had my doubts.

"Eichen House?" Scott asked unsure, Lydia nodded staring up at the fence. "You're sure my son, is in there?" Sheriff asked climbing out of his car along with Aiden, Lydia once again nodded.

"He has to be here." She breathed sharply. "Has to." Sheriff nodded grabbing his car keys and walking through the open gate. Scott seemed nervous and reeked of fear. I bit my bottom lip and intertwined our fingers. I felt Scott's hand relax in mine.