The Witch 🐺 {Under-Edit)

Chapter Twenty-Six: Shattered

Once I got inside, music pound in my ears, heart beats racing a mile, as teenagers enjoyed their time. I pull back straps of plastic sheets, to be hit with flashing lights and sweaty teenagers. Or what they call dancing these days. The teenagers were lit up with their own glow sticks, which they had attached to them or held them in their hands and waved them around like their lives depended on it.

In the crowd I could see Isaac dragging Jackson who was drugged, from the dance floor and moved him to a back room where they were going to be out of sight. I pushed my way through the crowed of teenagers. Half-way through the dance floor, I could feel the barrier finally connecting, and was up within seconds. I smiled pleased with Stiles commitment and thrive to get it done.

I made it to the other side of the dance floor and open the door that leads into the back room where they Isaac was storing Jackson. I opened the door and even before I got through, Erica and Isaac quickly turns to look at the door, ready to warn people away. But I held my hand up as in don't fight me.

They both turned relaxed as I shut the door behind myself. I turn my gaze to look at Jackson who was knocked out with the drug, sitting on a chair and leaning to one side. One hand on his leg, and the other drape off the chair. 

"He sure looks..." I began, and took a pause as I thought of a word for his current state. "Peaceful," was the right word to describe him right now. I walked behind Jackson with my grimoire in hand. 

Suddenly, the door to the room shot open and Stiles had entered but Erica and Isaac spun around. "Uh, no, no, no! Just me, it's just me. Don't freak," Stiles stresses out to them, he pulls the door shut behind him as he faces Jackson. "Is he okay?" Stiles gaze was on Jackson. 

"Well..." Isaac walked towards him, before stopping inches from him. "Let's find out," He extended his fingers from their fist shape, and claws shot out from his fingernails. He began to move his hand over Jackson's chest, as to swap across, but didn't touch him because Jackson had grabbed his wrist and started to bend it. Isaac groans in agony, as Jackson kept putting pressure on his wrist. Isaac began to kneel ever so slightly before Jackson pushes his wrist away from him. 

"Ok, no one does an anything like that again," I state rather calmly to the others. 

"Oh, I thought the Ketamine was supposed to put him out," Isaac replied, his tone hurt as he held his wrist. 

"Yeah, well, apparently this is all we're going to get," Stiles replied, as he held his hand out to Jackson. "So let's just hope that whoever's controlling him just decided to show up tonight," We all nodded to Stiles, agreeing with him. "Alice, you wanna start?" He asked me as my eyes darted from Jackson to him. Erica was confused and Isaac had a little idea on what Stiles was on about. 

"Ok, this state he's in will do, but I imagine who's controlling him will put up a fight. So," I state as I lifted my hand with the Grimoire in and it started to float in the air before opening to the page I needed, and began to float to the side of me, as I read the spell. I placed my hands inches from his head, taking a deep breath as I closed my eyes. I began to chant under my breath, to the others it looked like I was mumbling utter rubbish. 

In Jackson's mind was like glass, shattered, cracks appearing throughout, like his mind wasn't stable. Flashes of a little boy drowning in a pool came into Jackson's mind, but the boys face wasn't clear, and all I could see was water and the boy under it. Suddenly, a scream rang out in my ears, but it was the Kanima scream. I covered my hands over my ears, as the scream was death itself, but it was more high pitch...

Just then I shot my eyes open into the physical world, my eyes gazed to Erica and Isaac looking at Jackson and I. My eyes peered down, to look at Stiles kneeling in front of Jackson. "They murdered me," when did Jackson start speaking? Stiles stood from the ground and his eyes held fear, meaning I was missing something. 

I turned and grabbed my Grimoire quickly as I came to stand next to Stiles, looking at Jackson who was turning into the Kanima. "Okay, all right. More ketamine. The man needs ketamine. Come on," Stiles states worried as Jackson's hand started to move but it wasn't his hand it was being transformed into the Kanima's hand, along with all his arm.

"We don't have anymore," Isaac replied, as he held the small bottle between his thumb and index finger.

"You used the whole bottle?" Stiles asked slowly, like he wasn't impressed with that. He turns and grabs the bottle from Isaac roughly to look at it. Just then, Jackson got up from the chair, but Stiles wasn't looking. I tapped his arm as he turned around to look at Jackson. 

"Um, knock him out," Stiles rushed his words at me, tapping my arm to get on with it. 

"Phasmatos Somnus," I chant, my eyes focused on Jackson, but nothing seemed to happen to him, he just counited to look at us before snarling, showing us his teeth. "Okay, out, everybody out!" I stress to them, as Erica ran for the door and everyone pilled after her and we were out of the room in a flash. Isaac closed the door and we all stood in front of it like to stop Jackson from escaping the room.

"Find something to put in front of the door," Stiles rushed out as he pressed his back against front part. It was like we all were squished into one. But before we could do anything, the wall to the left side of us, burst open, a pole that was attached to the wall had come flying off as a full Kanima had ran through, leaving a gaping hole. 

We all looked stunned as we was helpless to do anything. Oh shit...

Stiles and I ran out of the building, passing all the teenagers who began to leave the rave as it was now finished. We stood outside, as people pass the barrier, meaning they weren't controlling Jackson. I brush pass Stiles as I could feel him following me, we ended up at his jeep, before crossing over the line. 

"So, um, we lost Jackson inside, and I didn't get much from Jackson," I replied as I felt Derek come to a halt beside of me. I could feel his eyes upon me like we needed that information just to learn something. My gaze went to the entrance of the rave to see Erica and Isaac come out to be stopped in their tracks as they looked over the edge of the platform they were on. Isaac had crouched down to look at the mountain ash, before looking to Erica, knowing that they couldn't pass. 

"Oh, my God. It's working," Stiles began, thrill laced in his voice. "Oh, this is--" He cuts himself off as he pounds the air softly with excitement. "I did something," he looked to Derek and I. 

"Congrats," I replied with sarcasm in my voice. "Can we get to the matter at hand," my eyes darting to Stiles, but I did give him a smile. 

Just then a wolf howl came from within the building, my super-hearing had picked it up and I could feel Derek beside of me tense up. "Scott?" He states. 

"What?" Bring Stiles attention to him. 

"Break it," was Derek's reply as his eyes never left the building. 

"What. No way," Stiles states, if he breaks the barrier Jackson and his master could get away and that what we didn't want, but I could feel Scott's panic, his fear from here. 

"Scott's dying!" Derek raised his voice to Stiles as he stretched out his arm to the building and for once I think Derek was right. 

"How do you know that?" Was another question Stiles had asked. I shook my head at him before waving my index and middle finger at the line, and the barrier line parted, like a gust of wind came and distorted it. Derek patted my shoulder before running off inside, going to rescue Scott.

I frowned in worry as this wasn't going to be our downfall. My eyes shot to Stiles who looked pissed at me. "I'm sorry, but Scott needed help, and my magic can't even do anything right these days," I sigh in defeat as my magic wasn't up to date as I was. After a century of not using it, it takes time to process and reuse. Life then was simple. Before Stiles could speak, I turn on my heels and walked away from him, my skirt bobbing up and down as I walked.

I heard my name being shouted by him, but I didn't stop, I carried on walking away. Wanting my head to be cleared. Because something Wicked this way comes...