2016 July Collection

Request - The Pack "Just like a monster"

"Is it over?"

You heard Scott before you saw him and you moaned while you tried to open your eyes. Every part of your body was hurting. Your head was hurting. Your stomach was hurting. Your hands and feet were hurting. "What's over?" You pushed yourself up and you saw Stiles standing next to his best friend.

"How are you feeling?" Stiles sat down next to you on your bed and you shrugged your shoulders.

"Did I drink too much or something?" You narrowed your eyes and cocked your head. You had never drank before, but every time you had heard others talk about a hangover, you had been certain they had described something like this. "Did someone put something in my drink?"

Stiles and Scott shook their head and Stiles swallowed. "You were right..." He bent his head and stared at his feet. "You were right that something really bad was going to happen. It has happened. It's happening. Right now. And you're stuck in the middle of it."

You frowned your eyebrows and licked your lips. You had no idea what Stiles was talking about. Yes, you remembered that you had warned him that something terrible was going to happen. Just like you remembered that he and the pack had not wanted to believe you.

"Something happened to you." Scott nodded at you and he cocked his head a little, as if he was afraid to come closer. "Someone has managed to turn you into a kanima." Scott hesitated. "What's the last thing you can remember from last night?"

You looked away and took a few deep breaths. After you had tried to tell Stiles about the bad feeling you had had, you had come home angry. No matter how hard you had tried, Stiles had not wanted to believe you. You were only paranoid and spooked, according to him. You were only a little tensed after everything that had happened with the dread doctors, he had said. There was nothing you had to worry about, he had promised.

It seemed they had all been wrong. There was something to worry about. There was something bad to worry about and if they had listened to you it wouldn't have been as bad as it was now.

"There was..." You tried to concentrate on the vague imagine in your mind. "There was a boy. I've never seen him before, but..." You paused for a moment and frowned your eyebrows. "He was charming and friendly and..." You held your breath and your eyes widened. "He tried to paralyze me..."

Stiles' hand squeezed yours and he gently grabbed your chin turning your face back to him. "He was a kanima." It wasn't a question. It was a statement. "And he managed to turn you into a kanima too." Stiles sounded worried.

"He did what?" You felt the panic run through your veins and you looked from Stiles to Scott and back to Stiles. "Does this mean this is going to happen more often? Did I hurt you?" Your voice was trembling.

"No..." Scott shook his head. "We think he injected something. It's out of your system now, so you're you again. We can only hope he doesn't inject it again." Scott took a deep breath and he swallowed. "I'm sorry we didn't believe you. We're gonna find a way to solve this, I promise."