A Heartbeat In The Distance

Chapter 15

At school the next day I was walking into the girls locker room to get into my lacrosse uniform and I heard a bang from the boys locker room.

'Where's my stick?' one of the boys asks out loud even though there was no one else in the locker room. I slowly turn the corner into the boys locker room to see what all the fuss is about when I see Liam, he was being approached by someone with a lacrosse stick.

'Is this your?' the mysterious person asks. He then snaps it in half with his bare hands which makes Liam and I flinch at the sound of breaking metal, he's a werewolf too. He throws it to Liam's feet, the two broken pieces of the lacrosse stick clanged on the hard ground of the locker room, echoing throughout the room. Liam then looks up at the person with his glowing yellow eyes, the person just shrugs as Liam runs at him but he defects Liam by holding him up off the ground against a locker with his neck.

'Kara, what are you doing here?' Scott's voice comes from behind me, I jump, startled by Scott.
'Are you going to help him?' I ask him but he has already walked into the locker room.
'Liam.' he says trying to calm him down, I was just too curious to lurk in the shadows that I entered the room as well causing Liam and the person to glance at me before the person turns back to Liam.

'You're right. He is angry.' The person said to Scott in a calm tone. He lets go of Liam, letting him tumble to the ground. Scott pulls out another lacrosse stick handing it to Liam.
'This ones yours.' he says, the bell then screams at us telling us that it's time to get to class.
'Get to class, Liam. You too Kara.' the person says to us. After we'd left the locker room I caught up with Scott who has stayed behind a bit to talk to the other person.

'Who was that, how did he know my name, why was he here?' I asked Scott in a frenzy.
'His name is Derek Hale, he knows your name because I told him and he is here to help me teach Liam control and we could use his help in finding out more about the deadpool.' Scott said ticking off everything on my list of questions. Scott then goes off to class and I decide to go to the art rooms because I could here Lydia and Malia in there trying to figure out the next key word.

'Hey' Lydia says looking up at me as I enter the room, Malia looks up with a sneer on her face but doesn't say anything, which is a nice change from snide remarks and comments. I go sit on a stool behind a table with a book on it about supernatural expressions in drawing and painting, I flick through it while Malia hovers over Lydia waiting for her to draw something or write something. I come across a page with a banshee on it, I read through it vaguely and get an idea.

'Lydia.' I say looking over to her just as she was about to draw something.
'What' she asks annoyed, I didn't reply right away as I searched for a bit more information.
'Oh, my god, what?' she asks again a bit infuriated.
'Maybe we need help.' I suggest turning the book around for them both to see,
'From another banshee.' I also add.
'Meredith' Lydia says with final realisation.

I rush to my next class and sit down before coach arrives. He enters with a huff and starts talking.
'Economic Disparity.' He starts his lecture, he holds his lacrosse stick in his hands.
'Exists in all forms. Well, take sports, for example.' I look over to where Stiles is sitting and realise he's looking over the pictures of Carrie and the stab marks.

'Some teams have better training facilities. Some have better equipment. Unlike Beacon Hills that can barely afford the duct tape to keep our equipment together.' Coach gets annoyed at the fact that his stick is held together by duct tape. He then starts walking towards Stiles' table and he bangs the lacrosse stick on the table making Stiles jump.

'You know, Stilinski, if I could grade you on how profoundly you disturb me, you'd be an A plus student.' Coach says picking up one of the morbid photos.
'Thanks, Coach.' Stiles says nodding his head.
'Put those pictures away.' Coach says with disgust.