Harbinger [A Teen Wolf Fan Fiction]

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Mack;

We pulled up to the hospital Scott's mom and Liam's stepdad worked at, assumingly to drop Liam off. Malia hadn't said a word to anyone since Liam blabbered what Stiles had told us. I felt like I couldn't breathe; surrounded by anger and tension and guilt. Stiles put the vehicle in park, pulled up closely enough for Liam to get out. "My dad's helping out in surgery," Liam said, as he opened the car door. "He's not going to be done for a couple of hours... So I could hang out with you guys?"

Stiles rolled his eyes. "Isn't it past your bedtime?" He raised his eyebrows.

Liam sighed. "I figured as much."

"Sorry kid, it's Senior Scribe. Senior, as in, two years older than you." Stiles sounded genuinely sorry, and for once, didn't lace his words with sarcasm. Liam nodded, and stepped out.

I watched as he walked toward the hospital. I felt empathy for him; I knew what it was like to feel isolated, and I could only imagine having the only friends you can talk to about certain things have to divide themselves from you. Especially on a full moon. "I'll stay with you." I crawled out of the back.

Liam turned to me. "You will?"

Stiles repeated his answer, more shocked. "Wait, you will? But Senior-"

I turned back to him. "Stiles, I've only been at Beacon Hills high for a semester. I hardly think I deserve to brand the school... You guys have fun, though." His eyes stared intensely into mine and I could feel a warmth surround me.

He sighed, knowing he wasn't going to win. "Fine. But be careful."

I approached Liam, and we made our way up to the entrance of the hospital. "Yeah, yeah. We will. Just like we always do," I said. I turned one last time, giving Stiles a smug grin from the doorway, and then we continued in.

I couldn't help feel Liam's eyes watching me, as we made our way through the twisting corridors of the hospital. "Everything okay?" I didn't even bother to look over and catch him staring.

"Oh, uh, nothing," He stuttered. "Thanks for staying with me." He added quickly.

"Course. We're friends, right? That's what friends do." I boarded the elevator and pressed the third floor button. "Besides," I turned and faced him. "I know I hate to be alone of full moons... It makes it all that much harder to focus on not changing." He looked down, almost embarrassed. I grabbed the front sides of both of his hands gently, flipping them to expose his palms.

He recoiled quickly. "I'm still having trouble, okay?"

I smiled, grabbing his hands again, showing off the gashes in his palms, the perfect size of claws. "We're learning." I rubbed the marks softly with the pad of my thumbs, slowly releasing them. I showcased my own marks covering my palms. They were just as deep, surrounded by pulsing, black veins.

He stared at the marks on my hands, shocked. "I thought you had control..." He barely muttered.

I shrugged, shoving my hands back in my pockets. "We all mess up, Liam." The elevator door opened and I walked out, not looking back. "We may be different, but we're ultimately still human."

He paused a moment, then sped up to catch up with me. "Thank you, Mack."

I stopped, and turned to face him. "You're welcome." I smiled, looking deep into his blue eyes. He had so much potential and I could tell that. He just needed more confidence in himself.

He was smiling back at me, and we stayed that way for a moment until his grin turned into a straight face and furrowed brows. "If we're in the ICU, why are there no doctors around?"

I scanned my surroundings, and understood what he was saying. No one behind the front desk, no one patrolling the rooms, absolutely no one. Only a subtle, constant beeping. "I don't know." I grabbed his hand loosely, and pulled him with me, searching the floor.

The walls seemed to deepen in hue as we walked farther and farther in. It felt like walking straight into a monster's mouth; as if we were walking deeper and deeper, straight to his stomach without realizing it. I was mesmerized and confused and conflicted, but I knew I had to keep trekking through this fantasy; that is, until I felt a weight pull me back. "Mack?" Liam said, his sea blue eyes filled with fear. I looked back and noticed he was standing by a patient's room, the door cracked. "Look inside."

I pushed the door slightly, sticking my head inside. I was shocked by what I saw. A kid, my age, strapped to the bed, an IV hooked into his neck. He looked panicked, his eyes flickering colors rapidly. "Help! Get help! Hurry please!" I could tell he was attempting to scream, but all that came out was a whisper. Tears rolled out of his illuminating eyes. I nodded, walking into the room, followed closely by Liam. "No, no. Don't come in."

I ignored him, tugging at the straps on the bed. "What? Why? We're helping you!" With a flick of my wrist, my claws were out and I was shredding the straps. I looked across the bed to see Liam mimicking me.

"Well well, looks like the claws are already out and ready. Perfect," A burly voice from the doorway said. My head flicked in his direction, intimidated instantly. He was huge; okay, so huge was an understatement. He had to be at least double my height. He was covered in black goo, and his eyes shone a bright blue, just like his claws? He was the first person, besides me, I've ever seen with glowing claws. What was this guy?

He lunged for me, and I flailed to the ground, rolling out of his reach. Not the smartest idea on a linoleum floor but it saved my ass. "Who are you?" I heard Liam say from the other side of the bed, his eyes glowing bright yellow.

I climbed to my feet and my eyes flickered. "What are you?" He rose to his feet and burst into manically laughter.

"You could ask yourself the same question, huh, Aaron?" I shook my head. How did this guy know my name?

"Shut up!" I yelled, throwing him a roundhouse kick. It landed flat on his ribs and he flinched, but barely. He started laughing again, taunting me. Liam slashed at him, aiming for his forearm but the behemoth caught him mid-swing and tossed him by his wrist into the wall. "Liam!"

"Maybe he should learn when things don't involve him," the behemoth murmured. He came at me with his glowing claws, aiming for my chest. I quickly dodged, and as he passed, I slashed at his back. He let out a yelp. I know I didn't have a strength advantage, but I had a speed advantage. He turned back towards me. "Little punk."

"Let's not resort to name-calling. I think I could win there." I knew it wasn't the time for sarcasm but I couldn't help it sometimes. He ran towards me again, and I decided to run back towards him. Right before he was an arm's length away, I slid to the ground to his legs and slashed at his calf. He fell to his knee and cursed in an uproar. I used this as an opportunity to slash at his face, but he grabbed my wrist, digging his claws deep into my veins. I felt all of my energy leave my body. My vision became blurry and I saw Liam in the corner, calling my name, struggling to get to his feet.

As I was about to pass out, the sinking feeling subsided and I fell to the ground. I lifted my head off the tile and, though my vision was foggy, I could see a figure fighting the guy who was just killing me. He had bright yellow eyes. He seemed to subdue him with ease. The man ran off and the figure ran up to me, pressing his hands against my wrist to add pressure to my wound. He looked so sincere; a kind smile and faded blue eyes. I glanced around the room and the boy in the bed was gone. Liam was limping towards the door, yelling something that sounded like static to me. Melissa McCall ran into the room and I smiled weakly. She was speaking to me and though I couldn't understand it, I nodded weakly. There were no nurses, no doctors... How is she here? I felt her hand against my face and I let unconsciousness take over.

a/n I havent proofread this chapter but I only have wifi so long so :)