Afterlife ↠ Argent [1]

24. Gut Feeling

I had tried to run towards the gun shots, but I couldn't cross that damn barrier to get over there. After trying my hardest to push through and get to the other side, along with trying to teleport across it, nothing would work. I was mad enough as it was, but I had just decided to follow after Stiles, since maybe I'll be able to watch over at least one person tonight.

He had taken me to a little room behind the building, one that looked like had been put together in a mere ten minutes. Stiles rips the door open as it squeaks, only to be met by Erica and Isaac about to claw out his throat.

"It's just me!" Stiles squawks as they back off, seeming to be a little on edge. I wasn't sure why though until I stepped inside myself, seeing Jackson sitting there passed out in a chair.

Stiles closes the door as he walks further inside, staring at Jackson. "How is he doing?"

Isaac's claws extend as he steps forwards. "I guess we'll find out."

My eyes narrow as I watch Isaac throw his claws towards Jackson's chest, only for Jackson's hand to fly up and grab it. I jump back for some odd reason as he twists Isaac's hand, earning gasps of pain and the sound of bone breaking from Isaac. Jackson finally lets him go before Isaac is jumping backwards, getting as far away from Jackson as possible.

Stiles scolds Issac. "Okay, never try something like that again!"

"I thought that stuff was supposed to put him out," Isaac gasps as he grabs his forearm.

Stiles shakes his head. "Yeah, well apparently this is all we're going to get. So let's just hope that whoever is controlling him decided to show up tonight."

I sigh before I look back at Jackson, just in time to see his eyes flash open suddenly, a demonic look on his face. Erica notices it as well before she grabs Stiles' shoulder, jerking him so that he would look as well. The four of us stand in awe as Jackon's eyes narrow, gritting his teeth.

"I'm here. I'm right here with you."

A chill runs down my spine as Stiles steps forwards, bending down so that he's looking straight into Jackson's eyes. "Jackson, is that you?"

Jackon's eyes looked lifeless. "Us. We're all here."

"Are you the one killing people?" Stiles says before glancing back at Isaac and Erica.

Jackson is silent for a moment. "We're the ones killing murderers."

"So all the people you killed so far-"

"Deserved it," Jackson finishes, his tone rising.

Stiles stares back at him. "You see, we've got a rule book that says you only go after murderers."

"Anything can break if enough pressure is applied," Jackson says dully.

Stiles' eyes narrow as I walk forwards. "So all of the people you've killed were murderers then?"

"All. Each. Every one," Jackson says.

Stiles gulps. "Well, who did they murder?"

"Me."

We all look around at one another before Stiles is furrowing his eyebrows. "What? What do you mean?"

Jackson sucks in a deep breath before his eyes flip to their reptile ones. "They murdered me."

Stiles jumps back and stands next to Erica and Isaac as I take a step back as well, not really sure why because he couldn't hurt me. "Alright, the guy needs more Ketamine. Get him some more."

"We're all out," Isaac says while holding up the bottle, causing Stiles to rip it from his hands.

"You used the whole bottle!"