Full Moon //Derek Hale//

Sixteen

Stiles and I were currently in the mechanic’s garage, getting a new starter on his Jeep. When Stiles and I went to go check on him, he was starting to mess with something else he didn’t need to touch. “Hey! Hey? Wh, what do you think you’re doing? All I needed was a starter.” Stiles yelled.

“Yeah, but it looks like your whole exhaust system has got to be replaced here.” He scammed.

“Why do I get the feeling you’re slightly over-estimating the damage?” Stiles asked, running his hands through his hair.

“It’s probably gonna run you around like twelve hundred parts and labor.”

“Are you kidding? This thing doesn’t have a catalytic converter. And yes, I know what a catalytic converter is.” Stiles excused once the mechanic gave him a funny look.

“Do you know what a limited-slip differential is?”

“No,”

“I do, it is a type of differential that allows the two output shafts to rotate at different speeds but limits the maximum difference between the two shafts.” I smirk, sending a wink towards Stiles who stared at me in amazement.

“Hm, coming on more like fifteen hundred. But It could always be free,” He said suggesting the worse as he sent a wink at me as he looked up and down at my body.

“Hell no. Try it on someone else. Just finish. And we’ll be back here, seething with impotent rage!” Stiles said, standing up for me as I smirked at the mechanic whose face dropped dramatically.

I opened up the door before walking in, I pulled the door handle and grimaced at the goop that was all over the handle. “Oh. Nice. It’s real sanitary. Quality establishment you’re running here.” I shout, before showing the stuff to Stiles.

He looks at it for a second before dipping his fingers in it. “Kinda look like paper mache crap,” I say as I wipe it on a paper towel that was sitting on the table. I looked around and noticed the lacrosse photo with the mechanic in it.

“Figures.” Stiles muttered before grabbing his phone out of his pocket. As he went to type in a name to text, his fingers stopped moving.

“Stiles,” I said, looking up at him before feeling a tingling sensation in my hand. I lifted it up and noticed I couldn’t move my hand. As I looked back up, I saw Stiles start to fall. I went to reach out but couldn’t move either as I started to fall on my back, landing beside him.

“No. Hey. Hey! Hey! Uh.” He looked around as we noticed a lizard type thing crawl on the Jeep. I started to panic at the feeling. I didn’t like being able to not move, it drove me crazy.

“Hallie, calm down, you’re gonna be fine. Just take deep breaths.” I blinked before taking a deep breath and calming my heart rate. I started panic even more as we heard the thud of another body. I looked over Stiles and noticed the mechanic was now on the ground as the Jeep started to slowly descend on top of him.

As he cried for help, Stiles slowly moved his arm, typing in 9-1-1. He had just hit the call button when the Jeep stopped moving. A tear fell from my eye as we heard the noise of his body getting crushed under the Jeep.

When we stared through the glass, the lizard thing came up and stared into our eyes. But I don’t know why I got the feeling, but it felt as if I knew who it was, and it knew who I was.

“9-1-1, what’s your emergency?”

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Stiles and I were currently sitting in the back of an ambulance as his father questioned us on what happened. We had to lie and say that we had just gotten there and he was already dead.