The Stilinski twin | Aiden

Ripping out tongues and a ouijia board. | chapter sixteen

Haley had folded her arms over her chest, aggravation an under statement to her feelings at the time.

She had been pulled into a problem that wouldn't be solved by her idiot brothers thinking.
That she didn't need to be in because all they needed was the psy- something Martin.

"Why am I here again?" Haley quiered as she saw her brother pull out a ouija board. Stiles glared at his twin as he dropped the object onto the lab desk.

"Because we need all the help we can get, and if I see you with that were-dick again I will personally rip your tounge out and feed it to you." Stiles spat at Haley, his tone matching hers from when she entered, with venom and disgust.
Haley was about to shout back before Lydia intervened.

"A ouija board. Really?" Lydia asked to divert the topic, noticing the flare of anger spark the gold in Haleys eyes. Stiles slowly turned to Lydia before his gaze dropped down to the table.

"Also known as a spirit board, and it's worth a shot." Stiles stated, he had had enough already. Haley sighed as her fingers combed through her hair, yanking any stray hairs away from her face.

"A shot in the dark." Haley commented as she sighed, she didn't want to be in the room. She'd rather be with mr Harris, and that was saying something. Stiles shot his sister a quick glare before continuing.

"Could You just try it? Please, okay? Let's remember who this is for... Scotts boss, the guy who has saved our collective asses on more than one occasion." Stiles begged, nearing the board and placing his finger tips in the pointer. His gaze drifted around the group, which alerted Cora.

"Oh you want us to do it too?" She asked, jumping up from her slouched position and stepping forward to join stiles actions. Stiles nodded, forcing the other two girls to join the position.

Haley felt a jolt of fear run through her as air got caught in her throat, spirits weren't something to mess with, and now it was one of the many things they were messing with.

"Everyone ready?" Stiles asked, his gaze once again sifting through the group. Two out of three of the girls nodded.

"Yeah."
Lydia whispered, soon followed by Cora.

"Yes."
The hale wolf hummed, their gazes stuck on the pointer.

"No."
Haley muttered as the air trapped in her throat fled out of her mouth with a gasp.

All of the eyes in the room fluttered closed as stiles ignored his sister and spoke the question.
"Where's dr. Deaton?" Stiles asked, the twins and the werewolves eyes crept open to stare at the strawberry blonde whose eyelids were focused shut.

"Aren't you going to answer it?" Haley asked, being the one to ask the question all three were thinking. Lydia opened her eyes and raised her eyebrows at the group, confusion obvious in her expression.

"I don't know the answer. I thought we were asking some sort of spirit." Lydia commented, causing everyone to sigh in unison.

"Well do you know any spirits?" Cora questioned bluntly, her eyes fixated on what was there only answer. Haley glared at the werewolf dumbfounded, This was Lydia Martin they were talking about, not some weird ghost whisperer.

"Is she for real?" Lydia asked Haley once she noticed the disbelief on her friends face. Haley turned to Lydia with a 'oh my god' look planted in her expression.
This was stiles plan?

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Stiles turned around in agitation, taking his second attempt out of his bag.

"I'm not a psychic." Lydia clarified, her arms folding and her perfectly shaped eyebrow arching. Stiles tugged a small object out of his bag in frustration, spinning around so he could see Lydia.