Different

Chapter 5: I'm The Real Monster

I got a call from my brother telling me that I had to go to the garage as it was something serious. I did as I was told and just arrived there. I saw him talking with our dad as he was sitting in one of the ambulances. I didn't care that he was talking as I just ran towards him.

"You're okay." I smiled as I pulled him into a tight hug.

"You can go, but not in your jeep. We're gonna have to impound it. Sorry kid, evidence. See you at home." Our dad said as he walked away.

"What happened?" I asked, letting him go.

"There was a guy fixing my jeep when I got paralyzed. It looked like something with extremely sharp claws. It then paralyzed the guy too as he died... And I'm not gonna say how as I know that you won't be able to handle it." Stiles explained.

"Wait... Did you just say that it paralyzed you?" I panicked.

"Yes, why?" Stiles asked as he looked confused.

"I'm just glad you're okay, let's go home." I replied as I hugged him again.

***

We saw Scott driving towards us as we entered the car.

"You okay?" Scott asked.

"Yeah. You're right. It's not like you. I mean, it's eyes were almost, like, reptilian. But there was something about 'em." Stiles explained as he closed the car door.

"Wait, what do you mean?" I asked.

"You know when you see, like, a friend in a halloween mask, but all you actually see are their eyes, and you feel like you know them, but you just can't figure out who it is?" Stiles continued.

"Are you saying that you know who it is?" Scott said as he looked at my brother.

"No. But I think it knew me."

***

"I'm so sorry about the other day. I'm trying. We'll get through this. I know, because I love you. I love you more than... Oh, my god! I can't... You and Allison just have to find a better way to communicate." Stiles said as we were sitting on the stairs at school.

"Come on. You two are the only ones that we can trust. Is she coming to the game tonight?" Scott asked.

"Yes, okay. Message complete. All right, now tell me about your boss." My brother replied.

"Uh, he thinks that Allison's family keeps some kind of, uh, records of all the things that they've hunted." Scott explained.

"It's like a book, which can't only tell what paralyzed you, but it probably knows what kind of werewolf I am... If I even am a werewolf." I continued.

"Oh, he probably means a bestiary." Stiles said, earning two confused expressions.

"What?" We both said at the same time.

"A bestiary." Stiles repeated. Scott started to laugh as he corrected him.

"I think you mean bestiality."

"Nope, pretty sure I don't. It's like an encylopedia of mythical creatures." Stiles answered.

"How are we the only ones that seem to know nothing about this stuff?" I asked as I looked at the two guys next to me.