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》 Scott
"Your sister?! As in brunette with luscious curly locks? Perfect fair skin? Pink full lips-" Stiles babbles on as we sat down at a table. "Yes Stiles! Gosh, don't have to point out every feature she has." I said. Stiles nods as he asks, data-p-"Why is she back though?"
"Our aunt thinks she's kidnapping her so she made her go home, here, in Beacon Hills." I replied. It was what our aunt really said; she sort of forcefully took Colline after our parents’ separation. Thinking that kind of event would turn her into some kind of runaway or rebel. "Oh. Has she talked to you ever since she got here?" Stiles asks, taking a bite of his food.
"No." I said.
"Why?"
"Well, she's still getting used around here? She hasn't been here for four years." I said.
"Isn't it your job to help her to be used around here?"
"Yeah. But-"
"But?"
"Nothing. The last time we saw each other was four years. No contact in those four years. It feels sorta weird." I sigh.
"Maybe you can help her sit in a lunch table?" Stiles looks off in a distance.
"Stiles. Seriously?"
"Yes. I mean look at her. She looks like a lost puppy." I turned around, seeing Colline looking around for a seat.
"Did you just call my sister a puppy?" I asked Stiles.
"What? Puppies are cute." Stiles said. I shot a look at him, "But I'm not saying that your sister's cute." He defends himself.
"Hey Colline! Sit over here." I called her, she walks to our table and sits beside me.
"Thanks." Her lips form a thin line.
"How's Wyoming?" Stiles talked. I furrow my eyebrows, Stiles looked at me and mouthed 'what'.
"It's Washington actually, but other than that, it's nice there." Colline replies.
"Sorry, um, are you really staying here for good? I mean, it's not that I don't want you to stay, I do. Ah - crap, that came out wrong. What I meant was-"
"Stiles, yes, I'm staying here for good." Colline cuts his babbling off.
"You still remember me?"
"Of course, awkward and sarcastic kid who had a crush on Lydia Martin." Colline joked.
"Actually. Still has a crush on Lydia Martin." Stiles corrected.
"Wow. Has it been going well?" Colline asks.
"No. No progress since you left."
"So, do you have any plans for tonight?" Stiles asks. "Nope. Since I only know three people here. I don't think I'm going to have plans yet." She says.
"You should hang with us." Stiles offered. I hit him by the arm and he looked at me weirdly. "Why?" I whispered.
"That's nice. But I'll pass."
"What? Why? We're fun." Stiles says.
"It's weird. I - You - I just - I haven't seen the both of you in a long time, I don't want things to be really awkward." Colline stumbled on her words.
"Colline Skylar Rose McCall, ohmygod!" I heard a scream from behind us. It was Lydia.
"Lydia!" Colline stood up and ran to Lydia and hugged her.
"I haven't seen you in like what, four years? Must say, you hit puberty really well." Lydia complimented her.
"Oh, um, this is Allison. Allison Argent." Lydia introduces.
"Colline McCall."
"I've heard." Allison chuckled.
"So, are you related to Scott McCall?" Allison awkwardly asks. "Um, yeah, I'm her sister, I've been living in Washington for the past four years. And I take it, you're new here in Beacon Hills?"
"Yeah, sorta." Allison smiled.
"Your sister just met her future sister-in-law." Stiles commented.
"Shut up."
"Have you talked to Derek, since you know? Erica and Boyd went missing." Stiles asks.
"No. You think I should?"
"No."
"Why?"
"Just don't dude."
"Hey, you two, so where are we hanging tonight?" Colline walks up at us.
"Actually, there's kind of an eme-"
"We'll meet you at the house. I just need to get something alright?" I smiled to her. And she nodded and went out of the doors.
So are you going to tell her?"
"No. She could get killed." I said.
Stiles looked at me, "Okay, at least not now. What if something happened, something like what happened to your mom? She's used as a motive?"
"She won't be. Not until I find a perfect timing." I said."Well that better be soon." Stiles said.
--Isaac
"You know, I'm starting not to like this idea. Sounds kinda dangerous." I say as I pace in front of the window. "You know what? I definitely don't like this idea, and I definitely don't like him." I say to Derek, who was reading a book. "You'll be fine." Derek says, monotonously. "Does it have to be him?" I ask. I was nervous. But we needed a way to access my memories.
"He knows how to do it. I don't. Be more dangerous if I tried doing it myself. " Derek continues. "You know Scott doesn't trust him, right? You know, personally, I'd... well, I'd trust Scott." I say to him, not wanting to offend him in any way. "Do you trust me?" Derek asks. I hesitate for a moment, "Yeah. I still don't like him."
"Nobody likes him." Derek states.
Just then, the loft's door opens, revealing Peter. "Boys. F.Y.I., yes, coming back from the dead has left my abilities somewhat impaired, but the hearing still works. So I hope you're comfortable saying whatever it is that you're feeling straight to my face." He says, walking towards us. "We don't like you." Derek shuts his book and throws it on the table, making a loud noise. "Now shut up and help us." Derek demands, standing up.
"Fair enough." Peter says.
Within a minute, I was seated on a chair, Derek sat on the other side of me, watching Peter who was walking towards me. "Relax. I'll get more out of you if you're calm." He says as he walks behind me. I turn to him, "How do you know how to do this, again?"
"It's an ancient ritual used mostly by alphas, since it's a skill that requires quite a bit of practice. One slip, and you could paralyze someone. Or kill them." He says, his claws tracing behind my neck. Making me shiver and more nervous than before. "You... You've had a lot of practice, though, right?" I ask, hoping for some reassurement.
"Well, I've never paralyzed anyone." He says. So he has done this before, right? "Wait, does that mean that you-" I was cut off by his claws digging into the back of my neck. I groan as I tried to pry them off but he held me.
"Wait, I see them." Peter says.
I was thrashing around, the pain was heightened all in one spot. And it hurt so much. Then all of a sudden, Peter's claws were withdrawn, I was let go. "What'd you see?" Derek asks. Peter was panting, but replied, "It was confusing. Um, im... images. Vague shapes." He tried to describe.
"But you saw something." Derek says. I held onto the back of my neck, which was still aching. "Isaac found them." Peter says, trying to make out what he just saw. "Erica and Boyd?"
"I barely saw them. I mean, glimpses." Peter says, still panting. "But you did see them."Peter emphasizes. "And worse." Peter held on to his knuckle. "Deucalion." Derek says.
"He was talking to them. Something about time running out." Peter says, Derek takes a seat, he was nervous now. I look at him, "What does it mean?"
"He's gonna kill them." Derek states. "No, no, no, no, no, he didn't say that. He did make them a promise that by the full moon that they'd both be dead." Peter recalls. "The next full moon?" Derek asks. Peter realizes this, "Tomorrow night."
--Scott
"I don't see anything." Derek says. "Look again." I insist. "How is a bruise gonna tell me where Boyd and Erica are?" Derek says with crossed arms. "It's the same on both sides. Exactly the same." I say to him. hoping he'd at least look at it like a clue. "It's nothing." He disregards.
"Pareidolia. Seeing patterns that aren't there. It's a subset of apophenia." Lydia states. "They're trying to help." I say, trying to make him cooperate or at least listen. "These two." Derek looks at me and at them disbelievingly. "This one," He points at Lydia, "Who used me to resurrect my psychotic Uncle. Thank you."
He turns to Allison, "And this one, who shot about 30 arrows into me and my pack."
"Okay, all right, now, come on. No one died, all right? Look, there may have been a little maiming, okay, a little mangling, but no death. That's what I call an important distinction." Stiles says, trying to bring some positive insight into the situation. "My mother died." Allison says to Derek. "Your family's little honor code killed your mother. Not me." Derek states.
"That girl was looking for Scott. I'm here to help him, not you." Allison says to him. "You wanna help? Find something real." Derek says before turning around to walk away. I chase after him, "Derek... Give her a chance. Okay, they're on our side now." I try to persuade him.
"Well then maybe you should tell her what her mother was actually trying to do that night." He says to me as I sigh and he walks off. Remembering that Mrs. Argent tried to kill me that night and had a perfectly good plan to cover it up.
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