The Omen

ꕥ Chapter Twenty-Four ꕥ

I was sitting in the waiting room chairs of a dingy auto shop. Apparently Erica, before she made it to the ice rink, was knocking out my boyfriend and shoving him into a dumpster. Stiles sat next to me impatiently tapping his foot on the ground. He kept glancing back at the man that was working on the jeep. 

"He's doing something." He snapped. 

I turn around and look through the window as well, "I think he's working on your car." 

"But not correctly!" Stiles stands up abruptly, "I'm going to say something." 

I watch as Stiles storms into the shop, "Hey!" I hear him yell at the man, "Hey? Wh-what do you think you're doing? All I needed was a starter." 

"Yeah, but it looks like your whole exhaust system has got to be replaced here." The mechanic explains. 

"Why do I get the feeling you're slightly over estimating the damage?" 

I peek over and watch the mechanic shrug, "It's probably gonna run you around like twelve hundred parts and labor." 

"Are you kidding?" Stiles throws his arms out, "This thing doesn't have a catalytic converter. And yes, I know what a catalytic converter is." 

"Do you know what a limited slip differential is?" I narrow my eyes at the smug mechanic. 

"No..." 

The mechanic gives him a sarcastic smile, "Yeah, coming on more like fifteen hundred." 

"Okay. Just finish. I'll be back here, seething with impotent rage!" Stiles turns and storms back towards where he left me waiting. When he opens the door he cringes, pulling his hand back quickly, "Oh. Nice. It's real sanitary. Quality establishment you're running here." 

He walks through the door and shows me an odd liquid that was on his hand, "Disgusting." 

"Ew." I cringe and offer him a tissue that I had in my purse. 

He grabs it and angrily wipes his hand off. "I have to text my dad now, and he's not going to like the cost of this." I watch as Stiles takes his phone out and just hovers over his dads name. He makes a move to type again but his fingers don't move. 

"Whats wrong?" I ask, putting my hand on his arm. 

"I-I can move my hand." Stiles stutters. 

My eyes widen as I look at him, "What?" 

"I really can't move m-" Stiles falls out of the chair and limp on the ground. 

"Stiles!" I cry and fall to the ground next to him, "Stiles what's happening?" Before he gets a chance to respond I feel my omen form take over. 

I walk over to the already slightly open and kick it all the way open. Inside the room the mechanic was laying on the ground under the jeep. I see an odd shadow crawling around on the ceiling. 

"Y-you're eyes." The mechanic wheezes, "Why are your eyes red?" 

The creature on the ceiling slashes his tail out and cuts a hydraulics line. The jeep begins to lower slowly on the man who seems to be paralyzed on the ground. 

"No. Hey. Hey!" Stiles yells from the ground in the other room, but I still can't make myself move, "Hey! Uh." 

The jeep lowers ever closer to the mechanic "Help me. Help me." He yells, turning towards me, "Help! Help - Help me. Why won't you help me?" 

I feel tears prick at my eyes as I try to make my body move. No matter how hard I try to raise even my finger, I can't. 

"Hetha!" Stiles calls form behind me, "Hetha listen to my voice and try to take control."