Very Soon.

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They all stand around me in worry as I sit on the metal bed of the clinic. Deaton is looking over the lyrics I had given him.

"This is no song stuck in my head." I said. Deaton nodded, understanding, as always.

"Well, let's have a look at them. Maybe it's a sign." I hand the crumbled and somewhat damp from sweaty hands and tears paper with the lyrics scribbled all sloppily around the lines. Deaton slung on his glasses and would nod or make sounds at the parts he would read. While he was reading, Stiles said,

"What are the lyrics?" I look up at him and gulp. I open my mouth, immediately filling with dry air as I inhale to state the song. I start at the chorus, because that's where it gets creepy.

"The boy cried out please stop you're scaring me, I can't help this awful energy," I choke my words. I regain my self and look up at the others, continuing, "You should be scared of me...who is in control..." I stop, swallowing and Deaton puts the paper down.

"It means something, but what?" Stiles looks petrified. I know why.

"What if I go-" He starts but Scott cuts him off,

"that won't happen. It's just a silly song stuck in Grace's head. I've heard it on the radio before. It's probably just her seer abilities catching up to her." Deaton nods at this. He then adds,

"Scott's right. It's probably nothing, but, if it gets more serious," He looks at me. "Contact me." I nod and look at the table, feeling like a skeleton. The words on the sheet seemed to be growing bigger and bigger as I looked at them. I finally gained enough strength to look away.

"We should be looking for the beast. and the dread doctors. C'mon." scott and Stiles head out, almost everyone following right after. The only one left behind, Liam. He looks at me.

"We can figure this out. I promise you." I nod and he smiles, holding out his hand. I take it. We walk, hands swinging, to the car.

"Okay, I don't have to be a mind reader to know you're scared." He finally drops my hand and moves closer. I sigh,

"Yeah, well, having a song about some type of deadly little boy stuck in my head every second of the day is kind of nerve-racking." I laugh a little and Liam takes my hand again. Our noses inches apart.

"It's going to be okay. I'm going to protect you." I smile at this and Liam kisses me.

We get into the car drive off to who knows where, to try to find this beast guy. But I know we are trying to solve the wrong puzzle right now. I know that because I can hear the Dread Doctor's thoughts,

And man oh man, they are scary ones.

Really Scary.

And those scary thoughts are going to be actions soon.

Very soon.

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