Little runner § Stiles Stilinski

Chapter 18 § This has to mean something!

After 30 minutes of death silence the noise of a zipper closing echoed through the library making us towards  the desk. Mr. Harris stood up from his desk, taking his shoulder bag – you know the one all teachers have, the leather ones?- and walked away towards the door. Assuming detention was over, the rest of us packed in our own backs.

Mr. Harris turned around and chuckled "Oh, no, I'm sorry. Uh, yes, I'm leaving. But none of you are. You may go when you're done with the re-shelving. Enjoy the rest of your evening." A sigh escaped from everyone's mouth,  placing our backs back down at our tables. I so hate that man! Not even kidding.

After 20 minutes of re-shelving, Scott walked back in the library. "what did you do Scotty- boy," I chuckled ones he stood in front of us. And with us I mean Stiles, Allison and I.

He shook his head dropping the subject. "What did you find out? Did you find anything out about Jackson's real parents?"

I placed a book back on the shelf and told him everything Stiles, Erica and I had find out. "His parents died in a car accident. On June 14th 1995 a day before Jackson's birthday."

Allison and Scott both looked at me confusion. "It means he was born after his mom died, by c - section. They had to pull him out of her dead body," Stiles explained how his mother could give birth when she was already dead.

"So was it an accident or not?" Allison asked looking down to the floor.

I shrugged my shoulders telling them what the report said. "The word all over the report is 'inconclusive'."

"Then his parents could have been murdered?" Scott asked leaning on the car with the books that we still needed to place back where it belonged.

Stiles nodded in agreement "If they were, then it falls in line with the kanima myth. You know? It seeks out and kills murderers."

I took a deep breath "but for Jackson? Or the person controlling him?"

Scott stepped away from the car "We have to talk to him. We have to tell him."

"He's not gonna l -" Allison tried to stop him without any luck.

I sighed placing the next book back in the shelf, Stiles and Allison doing the same. "Erica!" a loud voice broke the silence.

We stepped away from behind the shelf to see what was going on. But before we could see what was going on, pieces of the ceiling crashed down and the shelves got fell down when something jumped on them, The Kanima.

Allison, Stiles and I crouched down to block ourselves from the pieces of ceiling falling down. Stiles held my head, my eyes turning gold and my fangs extended. "AAh!" a scream filled the air again seeing Erica fall down. And at that same time, my eyes closed as well, taking me to the darkness.

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"Hello?" A voice echoed in my mind. I recognized it as Lydia's.

I grabbed my head in my hands, the headache came back. I stood up a little wobbly, and looked at my surroundings. A giant white house, or mansion, in front of me the door ajar. Just like last time my curiosity took over and I walked inside. In the middle of an empty room, stood Lydia barefoot.

The floor was covered with leaves, the wind probably blew in inside. this house looks like no one has lived here for quite some time. Where am I? "Over here," a male voice interrupted my thoughts, making Lydia and I turn to the place the sound was coming from.

Again a young Peter Hale was standing in the doorway in jeans and a red shirt. "Is this your house?"

Young Peter looked around stepping forward "It was. I'll tell you all about it. But first - did you bring the flower?" He circled around Lydia to the point he stood behind here.