The Harpy and The Hellhound

XI

"What do you mean your Mom will kill you?" Stiles asks, holding his fist with one hand. "'Cause I'm 100% sure that's against the law." 

Alisa sits down on Parrish's leather couch and hugs her knees to her chest. "It's what she does." She says softly.

"What? Kill you?" 

Alisa shakes her head and looks at the pack, "She isn't just a journalist, that's a cover she uses. It helps her get the information she needs and then she hunts down supernatural entities and beings." She begins to explain. "She's been doing it for years; sometimes people even pay her." 

"You're saying your Mom kills anyone that's supernatural?" Scott questions, looking worried.  

"She's been doing it her entire life, it's kind of like the family heirloom." She laughs awkwardly. 

"Hunting seems like a reasonable family heirloom." Malia says, sarcasm dripping on her words. "Are you a hunter too?" 

"No, I just go wherever my Mum goes." She says. 

"How long does it take her to find someone supernatural?" 

"She can do it quickly. We normally leave the town we're living in after three months. Sometimes four." 

"But you've already been living here two." Scott says. 

Alisa swallows hard, "She knows about you, all of you." 

"Is she coming for us? How much time do we have?" She can sense the hint of panic in his voice, she looks at him. 

"I think she's already hunted a few of you." 

"How do you know that? Do you help her?" Malia is inching slowly closer to Alisa. Stiles puts is hand to hold her back. 

"Malia." He warns.

"Something inside of me thinks that she has, she never tells me, but I can feel it. It's like I can see it happening in my head, like its a-"

"Dream." Parrish finishes the sentence for her and she looks up at him. 

"Like a dream." She repeats. 

"What if it isn't a dream?" Scott says, "what if it's actually happening to you?" 

"A fugue state." Stiles adds. 

"It's the exact same thing that happened with Jackson, remember? He had no idea what he was doing; he thought he was turning into a wolf on the full moons." 

She watches the two boys as the throw theories back and forth and panic lodges itself in her chest. 

"What, I don't understand." She says softly. 

"What we're saying is, is that we think you're the one killing these people, but you just don't know it. Think about it, Alisa, you're waking up covered in blood not remembering how you got to the Nemeton." 

"Just try and remember, Alisa." Parrish speaks softly. 

She closes her eyes and does her best to remember, trying to pull any kind of memory out of her. To see if she can access that part of her brain hat locks away certain memories and suddenly, its like fireworks going off in her head. She opens her eyes and they quickly dart to Jordan before she stares at the floor. Alisa can feel the fear rise, coiling its way around her lungs and it takes her breath away. She grips a fistful of the shirt and her eyes glaze over; it plays out like a movie scene in her head. She can see them, their faces; they look like they're in pure agony and fear. She watches as skin opens like flower petals and blood coats clothes. 

Human screams mingle with the guttural sound of a bird creature and it thrums in her head, bouncing around her skull and Alisa can barely take it. She puts her hands over her ears and pushes hard against them as she sinks to the floor. The noise is too much, the visuals make her stomach turn. Scott was right, she was the one that was killing these people. It was Alisa all a long. 

A smooth hand wraps around both of her wrists, pulling them away from her ears and she realises that she's been crying. Her cheeks  are wet and she sucks in a shaky breath as she looks up at Parrish.

"What did you see?" Scott asks. 

She grips Parrish's arms for support and lets out a soft sob, "I saw me." She sniffs, looking around at everyone crammed into Parrish's small apartment. 

"I saw myself, hurting people, maiming them. Killing them." Her voice breaks on the last sentence and she can barely keep it in. "You were right Scott. I killed all of those people." 

She wipes away a stray tear as Jordan helps her to her feet. "But I just don't understand why." 

"You probably didn't have a choice. You're almost like a Kanima, you're probably being controlled." Stiles explains. 

"Controlled? By who?" This is al too much for Alisa to take in at once, it's practically unbelievable." 

"That's what we need to figure out." 

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