Familiar Stranger

Chapter 11

Eva's eyes had opened, but they were clouded over as if she wasn't really there, and in a way she wasn't. Deaton knew that she was unaware of what was happening to her, in her state of mind it was as if she was in a dream, a dream that she was completely unable to control, much more like a nightmare than a dream, really. She was seeing things from Isaac's point of view, as if she was the boy herself, yet unable to control his actions, viewing things as if in a twisted movie that she was forced to sit and watch until she was reunited with Isaac, or until he was away from the danger that he was in.

Derek, Scott, and Stiles had left hours ago, not wasting any time on getting to the search for Isaac. After all, this was a matter of life and death, and the death toll would be a high one unless they found him in time. Deaton had sat and watched over Eva since they had left, her cries tugged at his heart, because he had once endured such an agony before, not as the Psychic himself, but as the one with the connection to a Psychic. The very one that he had called upon to help with the hunt for Isaac, he knew he could rely on her, he just couldn't let the boys know about her. It was part of a pact he had made a very long time ago. Much like the one with Eva's parents about the creature that had attacked her and made her what she was now.

Eva was mumbling now, incoherently, tears streaked her cheeks, she had continued to writhe upon the examination table, which was why, as much as he hadn't wanted to, Deaton had to strap her down upon the table. As much for her safety as his own. There was no telling what could happen to either of them in her state of mind. If only he could see into her mind, know what she was going through, maybe he could help her then. Even though Deaton had an idea of what agony was, he had no idea of the pain Eva was enduring. She was being forced to not only feel the pain that the boy she adored so much was going through, but to also witness him going through it.

It was dark, not that it mattered, even if it was the peak of the day, the sun high in the sky lighting everything around them, Isaac would have been unable to see anything. He was unable to see anything through the blinding pain that was being inflicted upon him. He couldn't think nor could he so much as see straight. He couldn't even keep his eyes open long enough to catch a glimpse of his captures. He was in agony, indescribable agony. He couldn't even recall what he had done before he had been found in the lair of the beasts he was sure were torturing him now. He could feel claws digging deep into his flesh, he could feel flesh being torn open, he was both hot and cold. Cold compared to the hot blood that seeped from the wounds that were being inflicted upon him.

Still, he was healing, leading the way for them to dig into him more and more as they pleased. It had been around 6 hours since he had been captured, but it felt as if it had been days, for all he knew it could have been minutes. The pain was setting his mind aflame, it felt as if his every nerve end was on fire, as if he was burning alive, from the inside out.

The worst pain seemed to center around the back of his neck, he wasn't sure what it was, but he had a feeling that they were claws, digging deeply into his skin, puncturing the soft flesh so deeply that he wasn't sure that those wounds would heal. Isaac had endured a lot, broken bones, cuts deep enough to reveal muscle and even bone, but this was like nothing he had ever felt before.

Relief came moments later, although it didn't feel exactly that soon, he was given a break from the torture, but his mind was over come by the pain, the torture, so much so that the moment it ended, he slipped from consciousness.

Deaton's brow nearly met in the middle when he heard Eva's cries stop, her eyes had fallen closed again and for a moment he feared the worst, until he saw that her chest was still rising and falling. Quickly as it was, but she was obviously still breathing. That was a good sign, at least the torture seemed to be over for the time being. Deaton rose from where he had sat, approaching the table that the petite female was strapped to. When he reached it he began to un-strap her from the table, not wanting her to come to strapped down to a table as she was. That would be too much of a shock on top of what she was sure to realize when she woke. The less she had to deal with in this case, the better.

He had just finished unlatching the straps that had held her legs in place by the ankles when her eyes shot open again, they were glowing their wolf like glow before returning to normal again and she popped up into a sitting position. She gasped and then fell back onto the table again. Deaton stood still watching the girl closely, she was still breathing, he could see that from the rapid rise and fall of her chest, and then her eyes were fluttering open, slowly, as if she was waking from a long deep sleep She sat up, but her eyes held that far away look, as they had earlier. Deaton knew better than to interfere with this, he knew that attempting to break the trance she was in meant breaking the connection and breaking a psychic connection like this was dangerous. It could lead to a loss sometimes worse than death, she could lose her mind and there was no way to regain it either.

Her lips parted to speak, but it was obvious to Deaton that she was not speaking to him, she was voicing what Isaac was.

"My neck." A hand lifted to rub at the back of her neck wincing in pain as her fingers touched the spot that obviously caused her and Isaac pain.

There was a pause as she heard a reply that only her and Isaac could hear.

"But I don't remember anything." Again, a pause, then, in a slightly more frantic voice she speaks again. "I hear something," She looks around, her eyes scanning over the room, yet not seeing anything within it and as if her eyes had locked on an approaching figure she spoke again, her voice alarmed. "Faster! Two of them."

This continues for a few minutes, her body being jostled by an unseen force and before either Deaton or Eva can do anything about it her body is thrown off from the table, she crashes, hard, into the cabinet across the room and already Deaton can see the blood slipping from an open wound that seemed to have sprouted of its own accord from her abdomen, there wasn't a sharp item in sight that she could have been cut with. The blood seeped onto her shirt, and yet, he still he could do nothing but watch and hope this would end soon. He had a feeling that his very own Psychic had found Isaac, and if he was right about that feeling, Isaac was in good and capable hands.

Eva sat up, her eyes never leaving a spot far off from where she was laying upon the ground, trying hard to pull herself across the floor. She looked shocked, scared, eyes wide before she turned away covering her eyes and cowering into her arms before spinning around to look in the direction behind her before she collapsed onto the floor again.

A moment later his phone rang.

"I have him. He's safe." And then a click. He had been right, his psychic had found Isaac.