Insidious ✖ Theo Raeken

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I whimpered, realizing that my body is regaining its stability. I tried to sit up but I needed an additional push, else I would have to wait much longer till the stiffness goes away.

"Someone help me up, please." I murmured with a hitched voice.

Theo immediately reacted and slid his palm to my back, helping me straighten myself. I grunted, leaning to the cold surface of the operational table with my palms, trying to shoo away the swinging from my head.

"Can you walk?" Stiles questioned, and as an answer I shifted to place my feet on the ground.

I pushed myself off the table and almost fell to the floor once again, but Theo managed to catch me, gaining me some time to straighten my legs and get a good grip of my balance.

I looked him in the eyes, silently thanking him, later being interrupted by haste Scott. "We need to go."

~

We stormed into the Sheriff's Station and were met by several thick blood trails on the ground and limp bodies of workers – paralyzed. I shivered at the sight and hurried to my dad's office with the whole group, only to see Clarke helping my dad stand up.

"Dad!" I whimpered but Scott approached him faster than I could.

Another horrifying sight was Lydia lying on the ground benumbed, deep gash crossing her waist. Kira, who crouched beside her, met us with a distressed gaze. All of us were stricken with shock.

Theo unwounded his belt in one motion and crouched beside Lydia, making her a tourniquet. I gulped down feeling numb and useless before I turned my head to my brother. Only few times I have seen him so tormented, and right now is one of them. Still, Lydia was his first love and I can't imagine him getting over her completely. Even though he's with Malia and they love each other, I know that his feelings for Banshee didn't falter anywhere.

Deaton paced around the long, slashed off Kanima tail that belonged to Tracy – Kira must have chopped it off with her katana. He took off his coat and covered the limb with it, definitely planning on taking it to the clinic.

To make matters worse, Lydia's mom, looking utterly distraught, sauntered into the Sheriff's office. The look on her face when she saw her daughter lying on the floor severely wounded was wholly dismayed. I guess she's the woman my dad has been seeing...

"Oh God," She blabbered and kneeled beside her daughter, stroking her forehead.

Meanwhile, Scott was ready to go somewhere else. "Stiles," he muttered, drawing his and also mine attention. "Stiles, come on."

I approached Scott who seemed not to mind my company to Stiles', who, in fact, still stood next to Lydia, looking like a lost animal.

"It's okay. She's all right..." Theo muttered, trying to calm Stiles down.

"Tracy..." Lydia murmured through the forced smile. "Stiles, I'm fine. Help Tracy. Go!"

"C'mon, Stiles..." Our dad murmured, encouraging him to join Scott and me.

And so Scott, Deaton, Stiles, dad and I hurried down into the basement to see Malia standing over Tracy's soulless body. She stretched her hands in front of her with a shaken look on her features. "It wasn't me."

Scott looked at her before crouching next to Malia, together with Deaton.

"What the hell happened to her?" Dad questioned, halting his pace.

"There were these people..." Malia began with a trembling voice. "They had masks..." She seemed to force herself to say those words, because she herself understood that they sound quite unrealistic. "Um, there... t-there were... three of them. I think there were three."