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3. New Kid

I arrived here two days ago. In these two days I found out some things about my surroundings. I gathered some information about me and my 'family' (lol lol lol).

My name is Adara Jones (like before) and I seem to be the same bitch here too. I moved to Beacon Hills two days ago. The same day I, the real me appeared here. I live with brother Ajax and his husband Félix. They still order me around sometimes because my parents gave them the right to. Otherwise I get no money from them.

And I deal with it because money is important (Which sounds like a lot ME). And I'm still a troublemaker. I learned all these from the shouting and threats I've gained in these two days with them. Here, Ajax is gonna work as a police officer (awkward when he sees me in the station near future) and Felix is gonna run a restaurant. Félix's cooking is heavenly. And heavenly means heavenly. Divine. Stealing food is my specialty.

What happened that day was weird. We arrived. I went to my room to unpack. Then I got bored (duh!). I went out for a walk. My brother and Félix forgot about me (I'm laughing. I wonder what they were doing) and then they got a call from the hospital. Mellissa recognized me. Because the first thing I did in this town was slipping and getting my elbow scratched when Ajax was stopping for some supplies.

Ajax came to the hospital when he got the call. Found me acting strange. And I'm supposed to go to a college here.

I practiced my new found power in these two days. At first it gave a major headache. But now I can move them as I want. Problem is sometimes I don't know how much mind pressure is needed. I broke a chair. I'm working on it, okay!

Today, I went into the woods. College hasn't started yet. And I know if I have to protect those people then I need to know them. Protecting sucks. And to find werewolves, what can be better than the woods? I wasn't following the trail. Werewolves have noses and I should smell different. If they find me, I'll act like an innocent person who is 'something'.

But as I said, the fate sisters hate me. I was just walking. Suddenly someone hit me on the back of my head. These days, I've done a fair share of blacking out.

Cold water in the face is a very cruel way of waking someone up. I shook my head to get the water out of my nose and looked up. A man in his forties stood in front of me. I felt dizzy and weak. Add a killer headache. I was tied to a chair. I looked up to him.

'If you need lube you should go to the store. Kidnapping is kind of a big deal,' I said.

He frowned and snapped, 'What?'

'I mean you need to take out the thing that crawled up your ass and died. My friend,' I said thinking about John, 'says lube makes it easier.'

Smack. My cheek stung.

'What do you want?' I said.

That man came to stand right in front of me, 'A game. I'm here to play.' He laughed.

I furrowed my brows, 'I'm an Arcade?'

Smack. Ouch.

'I kidnap you. The McCall pack smells human blood in the woods. They come to rescue you,' he said. He's a fine-looking man in fine clothing. And he's a nutjob.

'And?' I say.

He looked at me with an amused expression, 'And I play, with their lives. You don't seem that much afraid for a person who was kidnapped.'

I smiled a bit, 'Sorry too many shits in two days.' Then I sent him flying across the room (Heh heh superman go!)

He crashed in a wall and fell on the floor with a thud. He didn't move after that.

'Don't die and stay like that for a while,' I muttered under my breath. I tried to focus on the ropes that bound me to the chair but it didn't work. I can move things a moderate size but untying a knot seems to be impossible. I tried it in the manual way. I looked around. I was in a garage. There are tools everywhere but what I need is something sharp. There is a window on my left. I focused on a toolbox and sent it flying towards the window. It hit the glass and the glass cracked. I tried again. But I'm new in this. This time it didn't hit the same spot so it made another crack. I was gonna try a third time but then the gate of the garage got ripped from its hinges by a werewolf. It was Scott. Behind him I saw Derek, Malia and Stiles. Before they came in, I shouted, 'Stop!'

They stopped on their tracks. 'He said he wants a game, a death game!' I said shouting, 'There might be boobytraps.'

'Are you okay? Did he hurt you?' Scott shouted back.

'Nope, I'm good,' I said. Stiles was looking for something like traps. He found one rope on their path. They traced it to find out wolfsbane laced darts planted on the walls. They came near my and Scott ripped the ropes with his claws.

'You did that?' I stood up and saw Derek looking at me with his angry brows furrowed. That felt good. Not everybody gets to get an anger filled look from Derek. Welcome to the Teen Wolf world.

'Yeah,' I said, 'I recently found out that I can move things with my mind.' I tried to look I have no clue about what's happening here.

'Woah! You the new kid?' Stiles asked me. I nodded.

'Another supernatural. This is gotta be awesome!' Stiles grinned. His grin gave me creeps. He doesn't trust me.