"The locker room!" I yell almost as soon as Stiles pulls into the school's parking lot. It's empty and dark, but I can feel something happening inside.
"What?" Stiles sounds alarmed and slams on the brakes.
"The locker room!" I repeat, not caring that if he didn't get it the first time, he wouldn't get it the second time. I push open the door and fall out into the parking lot. "How did - How did they beat us here?" I hear my own voice in the quiet parking lot, and I am stunned by how bewildered it sounds.
"Derek and Peter are in there?" Stiles points towards the general area of the school the locker rooms are in.
I'm already running towards the doors, but I look over my shoulder to shout, "Yes! Come on!"
I don't even make it to the front doors before a vision washes over me.
"You've got to be shitting me! I already know!" I yell out in the middle of the sidewalk, doubling over.
Assaulting my eyes are flashes of blood dripping and a shower running while someone screams. I see Derek's house, tall and not-burned, with lights on inside. I see the two guys from the night Stiles took Scott to get drunk and I see two people pouring gasoline through a window - the same window from the fire Jackson was watching. I see Peter dragging one of the two guys towards the fire pit, the same place they found his body. I know what's coming next, and I want to close my eyes or look away, but the vision is inside of my brain. My eyes are already closed, but I can still see Peter drop him in. I see flashes from the night we all got trapped in the school, and I see him killing the bus driver.
"Stop!" I yell helplessly at my visions. "Go away! Please!"
They keep coming. I see smoke rolling out of the small window and that person screaming in the shower again. I see Peter in his wheelchair, following almost immediately by the sight of Derek's house in flames. The moon peeks through clouds above it, and, in a motion so fast it makes me sick, I'm rushed back into the scene, where I see hands reaching out of the window, begging to be let out. I hear their screams and smell their burning flesh, but I can't do anything. I can't close my eyes, and I can't plug my nose.
"I can't keep watching! Please, make it stop!" The sounds of the Hale family screaming are so loud that I can't hear myself screaming at whatever supernatural force causes my visions. I see Peter in that fire, then him running to the shower, and it finally sinks in. The man screaming is how Peter survived the fire. Blood runs down the drain along with the water. Before I can think too long on my discovery, I'm staring down into an all-too-familiar hole. Laura's unblinking eyes stare back at me. I managed to avoid looking at her when Scott and Stiles dug her up, but now ... now, she's on the other side of my eyelids. As more flashes of the fire and Peter screaming in the shower wash over me, I can feel myself crying. I need them to stop. I can't handle any more visions. "I can't ..."
A dark-haired woman, one I've never seen alive, is walking through the woods, and she sees Peter standing there.
"Peter?" she asks. He wheels around, revealing his burned face and letting his mouth drop open, exposing his fangs. I see me, Stiles, and Scott standing around Laura's hole and looking in. Then, suddenly, I'm falling into the hole. I feel my face hit something hard, a flash of pain, and then nothing. Absolutely nothing.
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Fanfiction"Don't be afraid of change. You might lose something good, but you'll gain something better." Emerson McCall is a pretty average high school student. She has one friend she shares with her brother, Scott, and between the two of them, she has all she...
