orphic [1] ⇻ stiles stilinski

x. magic bullet

[ start of magic bullet ]

ELEANOR LOOKED UP from her phone after her twin brother nudged her, shooting her a worried gaze as she sighed, pushing the device back into her pocket, shutting her locker as the bell rang, signalling her first class of the day.

She had been waiting for her older brother to message her all morning. She'd sent many messages however he would not reply. Derek hadn't returned home last night, after searching for the Alpha to find out whom it was, and it was increasingly worrying the twins. He had left nearly 16 hours ago, and they hadn't heard a single thing from him in that period of time. Eleanor hadn't been able to sleep knowing that her brother may be in possible danger, she was worried that he wouldn't be coming back. She'd just lost Laura and she couldn't lose him too.

Nonetheless, Jaden made sure that they both attended school. If Derek was missing for a short while, it would do the both some good to go to school and distract themselves by learning. Eleanor didn't like this idea, however she found herself sat in Economics, surrounded by her best friends.

Stiles frowned at Eleanor's slumped posture and lack of energy. "Nora, you alright?"

"What? Yeah, I'm fine." She smiled reassuringly at her best friend and he raised an eyebrow, the lie she had told obvious to him.

However, he let it go as he leant forward to ensure Scott would be able to hear his next question. "So if Derek isn't the Alpha, and he's not the one who bit you, who did?"

"I don't know." The Hispanic boy shrugged, not bothering to face Stiles as he spoke, answering vaguely.

Stiles rolled his eyes and leant forward even more. "Did the Alpha kill the bus driver?"

Eleanor and Jaden shared the same look. They had this conversation last night after Derek had left to find the mystery supernatural, and their discussion took up the best part of an hour. They both suspected that the Alpha had killed the bus driver, however they could never be too sure without knowing who or what the Alpha was like.

"I don't know." Another abrupt answer from Scott caused a sigh to fall from the ADHD enthused boy.

"Does Allison's dad know about the Alpha?"

This time, Scott's blunt response flared into a frustrated roar. "I don't know, Stiles!"

Jaden, Eleanor and Stiles flinched backward at the sudden raise in volume and the class quietened down, several glances being thrown their way. Scott slid further into his seat and ran a hand over his face due to the increase of stress he felt, and Eleanor sent a worried glance his way. A newly bitten had a high chance of shifting at the smallest of things, and Scott had been bundled with a lot of stress.