Evolution//stiles stilinski☾

cinq

"Get him back under!" the vet shouted. "Hold him!"

I decided to jump in and help Isaac at the very moment, but got a few glares from Scott and Stiles. I'm sure they were worried I would get hurt, but since I was supposedly becoming a slave to the moon, I wasn't bothered by it. I wouldn't get hurt and if I did, I would heal, just like Scott or Derek can. If anything, Stiles shouldn't be holding down Isaac.

"We're trying!" Derek yelled back.

For a few more seconds Isaac struggled beneath our death grips. Eventually, he seemed to be calm and not moving anymore. We all let go, letting Isaac float to the surface calmly.

"Now, remember, only I can talk to him. Too many voices will confuse him and draw him out," the vet explained. "Isaac? Can you hear me?"

"Yes," Isaac sounded demonic.

"This is Dr.Deaton. I'd like to ask you a few questions. Is that alright?"

"Yes."

"I want to ask you about the night you found Erica and Boyd. I want you to remember it for me in as vivid detail as possible, like you're actually there again."

"I, I don't wanna do that. I don't... I don't wanna do that. I don't wanna do that," Isaac seemed fearful.

"Isaac, it's all right. Just relax. They're just memories. You can't be hurt by a memory," Deaton coaxed him further.

"I don't wanna do that."

"It's all right," Deaton was a bit frustrated but seemed to keep it under control.

"I don't wanna do that," Isaac kept chanting.

Relax. Relax. Good. Now let's go back to that night. To the place you found Erica and Boyd. Can you tell me what you see? Is there some kind of building? A house?" Deaton asked several questions at once.

"It's not... it's not a house. It's stone. I think marble."

"That's perfect. Can you give me any other descriptors?"

"It's dusty, so empty. Like an abandoned building?" Isaac was a bit unsure of himself.

"Isaac? Isaac?" He started to struggle under our new grips.

"Someone's here. Someone's here," I could see the fear in his eyes.

Deaton tried to help Isaac by saying "Isaac, relax."

It didn't work.

Isaac kept struggling. "No, no, no, they see me, they see me!"

"Just memories. You won't be hurt by your memories. Just relax. Relax. Good. Now tell us what you see. Tell us everything," Deaton said very calmly.

"I hear him. He's talking about the full moon, about being out of control when the moon rises." The lights were flickering.

"Is he talking to Erica?"Deaton asked Isaac.

"I think so, I can't... I can't see her, I ca... I can't... I can't see either of them."

"Can you hear anything else?"

"They're worried.They're worried what they'll do during the moon. They're...Worried that they're gonna hurt each other."

Just the barely glancing at Isaac's glowing, bored eyes made me want to hurl. So instead of watching them play a game of Memory, I walked out before anyone could stop me, my head already beginning to throb a steady beat. I didn't want this. I didn't ask for this to happen to me. If Troy hadn't drank in the first place this never would've happened. Troy. Troy was the cause of all this.