UNIFIER

4

"We do not fear the unknown, We fear what we think about the unknown."

When Isaac opened his eyes, they weren't his natural ocean blue nor they were his were striking yellow beta orbs. his eyes were different, there was an eerie mist in them. one can say that his eyes were a perfect example of ghoulish eyes. he sat up straight, his appearance bringing a morbid atmosphere in Deaton's clinic. 

Stiles was alarmed by this and asked, " now what? what do we do Deaton?"   

Deaton said nothing because he knew nothing but to ease up the tension in the air he explained, "The reason I said that only Isaac can bring Allison back from the dead is because he is a fox, and among all supernatural creatures only a fox is the one who has the knowledge of both the worlds. we needn't worry he is under the control of his fox and it already knows what to do."

Isaac was sitting in an upright position not blinking once mumbling something to himself. It sounded like he was in a battle with himself, but he had a blank face.

Abruptly he stood up and started walking. others didn't even get a chance to reflect on it when Deaton suggested to follow him, " go behind him, don't touch him or call him or do anything to break his trance."

And others did exactly what they were told walking in silence with Isaac leading them. it was the most nightmarish walk through alleyways as stiles thought, having no idea where they were lead to.

soon it was clear, where they are going standing at the gate of the cemetery it was explicit that Allison's grave was their destination. Isaac walks up-to-the grave carried a stick and a sharp stone nearby and sat in a kneeling position in front of it. with the stick, he drew a what looked like a small mandala and with the stone he scathed his palm drawing some blood, dripping it on the mandala. he spoke in a grave voice, a voice that was not his own in a language that was not his,

"karta jakarta! letare moiri jagan tokah uaakah pabar jagart maran jiyaat rojaz rojaz , moire aakaanhal yechha tui pauri karr." 

And then he took the sand from the middle of the mandala which was on the grave with his blood mixed in it and he swallowed it. No one had any idea of what he spoke and why he did what he did. But as soon as he ate the sand there was a thunder in the sky and a brewing storm on the earth, pushing everyone away from the grave and Isaac. soon the blizzard settles down and everyone's vision cleared.   

Isaac was lying down in the middle of the circle eyes slightly opened, eyeballs rolled at the back still mumbling something incoherent. It looked like he was here but not here; Scott was moving towards him when stiles interrupted,' hey man! what are you doing?'

'what do you think I'm doing? I'm trying to make sure he's okay.' replied Scott as if it was the most obvious thing to do.'

' yeah right go move him once in the middle of his voodoo stuff and lose the chance of getting Alison back.' stiles replied sassily. And so they waited; waited for minutes, which then turned into deathly silenced hours. 

Pacing forth and back for something anything, then sat down observing; hundreds of thoughts running through their minds but that's the thing isn't it when you overthink you feel tired and worn-down and then you automatically lull yourself to sleep. And that's why they woke up with the start due to a shrill sound in the atmosphere, a sound eerie enough to scare you to your spine.

And what they saw was worse than their fears- there were three bodies instead of two in the graveyard, two unconscious and one standing tall, two were their friends and one was going to be their nightmare.

one thing was clear at this moment that nothing was ever going to be the same again.