Just Go With It || Brett Talbot

20. Push Backs

I don't know how it happened, really. It happened so quickly. One minute we were at Brett's lake house, the next...

"Run!" Someone called, their voice echoing inside my head, like it needed to be repeated 10 times before it registered in my brain. Before my legs took off following the others. I didn't know who shouted to run, at that moment in time, it was all such a blur. Everybody else started to run, so I followed, stumbling, with alarm bells ringing in my ears, my heart pounding so hard against my chest, I thought I could feel my ribs cracking every single time they collided.

I felt like I was going to explode. My legs burning deeper to the bone with every sloppy step, until there it was...

Silence.

Slow motion.

A split second that felt like it dragged on for a few hours, a small amount of time where everything just stopped. I could feel the wind in my hair, my heart no longer felt like it was about to fall out of my arsehole or crawl up my throat and out of my mouth. Finally, I felt contempt, the loud noises that clogged up my brain, were silenced. The pressure that pushed against my skull like I was underwater and couldn't breathe had vanished.

There was light. So bright, I squinted at it until I had to screw my eyes shut, the pain coming back, sounds erupting inside my head, overloading me. Overkill.

It was overkill.

It was a killing feeling, sending shivers all over my body, goosebumps smothering every ounce of my skin.

Then sheer pain, erupting from my core, flooding through my veins like a replacement of blood, completely covering me, pulling me down into a never ending whirlpool of a pain so bad I could only try to explain and not even get close to what it really felt like.

The sound of my body breaking echoed after it happened. The scraping of my skin against the cold, wet road, my bones snapping, crunching and splitting as a large object collided with my body. It was like I could hear it all as well as feel it. My blood vessels ripping, my joints popping. It all seemed so loud. Even after it was over.

"Hattie" voices called, I could hear these ones clearly. I recognised their voices, I recognised his voice. Brett's.

It was like my body was on strike, for some reason I couldn't heal from the wounds I had from the car that hit me. Why? I don't know.

I could hear thoughts again now, for a while I couldn't.

'Ew, ew, ew, ew!' I could have guess that would be Lydia, I assumed it wasn't great. My current condition. I'm sure I looked like a state, ripped, broken and battered, exposed even. I was exposed to Brett. More exposed than I could have ever been. Never had I been so fragile as I lay on the road.

"Hattie, you have to heal." Theo told me as he stepped into my line of vision. He replaced the cloudy night sky, blocking it with his face, a smirk plastered upon his lips.

I tried to shuffle, move any part of my body but the pain was excruciating.

"Scott," I croaked out, wishing for some pain relief. But every time I closed my eyes, I felt comfort in Brett's touch, he didn't even need to be touching me, just the thought of his skin against mine helped me in ways he would never understand.

Scott reached my side, placing his hand on my arm, he helped me with taking my pain away, but he triggered my healing process. At least I think it was the healing he triggered.

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Brett's POV

She pushed Scott out of the way, sitting up abruptly. Her aura becoming visible to the naked eye, a consistent, crazy green and blue mist, flickering around her like it was out of control. She heaved like she was struggling to breathe, like all life was being sucked from her. And nobody stepped forward. I didn't step forward to help her. I watched in awe as her eyes glowed purple. A deeper purple that I'd ever seen in her eyes. After a few moments she got to her feet. Her aura now matching the colour of her eyes.

"Where is it?" She asked, still breathing heavily as our eyes met. I couldn't help but take a step forward.

"I'm taking you home, Hattie, you've done enough in this fight. You need to-" I began, but she turned around, walking along the dark road, surrounded by beacon hills forest. My eyebrows furrowed as people began to look at me. Scott, Theo, Liam, I could smell their emotions about the whole situation. The only person's emotions I couldn't smell was that unpredictable girlfriend of mine.

"Guys we better find her.." Scott said, before he got a few scared nods in return. Not even Stiles could throw in a sarcastic comment right now. Nobody had seen Hattie behave like this before. It was like she was possessed, going after the beast like that, it was like she had a hunger for it. We had to find her, to help her at least.

Hattie's POV

I don't care who see's me right now. But I felt free. I felt determined. Something inside me has been awoken. My power... Whatever power I thought I had before that car collided into me, was nothing. It all had been nothing. The headaches? The pain. Being unable to contain what was inside of me... It felt nothing compared to how I felt now. I felt like my insides were on fire, burning satisfactory, power into the very lungs I use to breathe with, pumping power though my blood, I felt like the very air I breathed was power.

I may as well have been struck by lightning continuously, I felt electric, I felt alive.

"I'm ready." I stated, before I broke off into a sprint, following the curve in the road, following the scent of The Beast. I've never been more ready...