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We don’t believe what’s on TV - Chapter 25

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Resume: I had an ordinary life, or that’s what I wanted to believe. I lost myself in the TV series that I listened to forget the normal boring life. What I didn’t know, however, was that my life would change completely overnight.

Finding myself in 2013 at Beacon Hills County.

This will be a Stiles x Reader but only further in the story

In this chapter: Hypnosis and demons, what’s inside my head?

Word count: 5783

A/N: Yeah yeah I know I’m a week late but I got a double words chapter! This chapter is the hypnosis as you could have guessed. It’s more on the reader story line, and y’all can learn a bit more of what’s happening to her and how she got there. But especially, what’s inside her head. Thanks to @maddie110201 who proofreaded it tonight, you know you’re the best, right? I hope y’all like this chapter! I’m a bit nervous about it so please tell me what you thought of it! (Ps: if you’re on the tag list or if you really enjoy this series it would be super kind to leave a feedback! It makes the author wanna continue! And especially with this story, it takes a lot of time for me to write it but only a couple of seconds are needed for a feedback!)

"I don’t think it’s actually a good idea ..." I murmured, my arms crossed against my chest, staring at the metal basin filled with water and ice. "Finally I don’t want to very much," I continued, laughing nervously, feeling the gaze of far too many people on me.

"Y / N ..." A voice came close to me and warm hands rested on my bare, cold shoulders. My body was already cold and I hadn’t even put a foot in the basin. "If you don’t want to, nobody's going to force you," Scott finished, stroking my shoulders gently. I glanced around at the animal clinic where Scott was working. The exact place where Isaac was hypnotized in the same basin in the same way and where Scott, Stiles and Allison would make the sacrifice to the nemeton in order to find their parents at the end of this season.

In front of me, on the other side of the basin was Deaton. He had his arms crossed on his chest and was waiting, his neutral gaze hiding all his thoughts. Scott was on my right, supporting me as best he could. Stiles was on my left and when my eyes met his, my heartbeat slowed slowly.

I didn’t know what to do. I had agreed to come, agreed to be hypnotized even if I had to get into the damn bath filled with iced water, and why? Why. I already had my memories, it was the biggest lie I had told them, my so-called memory loss. What would happen if the words came out of my mouth without my consent? The voice was angry at what I was thinking about doing, I could feel a dull ache in my chest. If I went into the basin, I didn’t know how I would get out of it.

"And what is he doing here?"

I turned slightly to look at a fourth person who was in the clinic a little behind, his back against the wall and his gray scarf inappropriate in the warm weather of the past days.

"Isaac has already been hypnotized, so having him with us is an asset, Stiles," Deaton replied and Stiles rolled his eyes mumbling whatever was with this scarf dude.

"I'll do it," I decided finally, closing my eyes tightly to take a deep breath that made shake my whole body.

" You are going to regret it. "

I then opened my eyes, really convinced. If ever Deaton could get crucial information from me to save lives in the future, even if it made me suffer, it was a good thing. And even though the voice was angrier than ever, I didn’t care. I hated its continual presence in my head that kept me from sleeping, thinking, living. Nightmares and blood were invading my dreams every night. If I could get rid of it, or at least make it angry, I would. It was a bit of a personal revenge.

And that was the biggest mistake of my life.

The water was frozen as my foot broke the watery surface, causing me to shiver, my breathing cutting through the shock. Scott helped me get into the basin while Stiles looked at me, biting his fingernail mechanically, surely very nervous. I entered my other foot and this time, the shock of the cold water brought out a painful sound from my mouth frozen in O.

"Are you sure it's safe?" Stiles asked as he moved his hands towards me, his look worried. "Isaac is a werewolf, but she's a human. In the very lethal sense. "

"If Y / N doesn’t stay too long there won’t be any problems," Deaton explained as I sat slowly in the water, my eyes closed and my teeth clenched so that my jaw didn’t tremble. Scott's warmth on my arm left, so I found myself sitting in the basin, the icy water to the shoulders.

"No problem he says ..." Stiles grumbled before turning his back to us, putting both hands in his hair. For my part, the cold prevented me from thinking rationally and speaking because my jaw had started to slam.

"And now?" Scott asked Deaton in a pressing voice, meaning that even if he had been the one proposed the hypnosis, he was very worried about me and not very much for the drastic methods of the basin filled with water and ice.

"Someone has to keep her under water, someone who has a strong connection with her, someone who can bring her back," Deaton mumbled and then only the sound of my teeth slamming together filled the silent room.

"Stiles.” That was all Scott said before he got away from the basin. Stiles jumped, not understanding why he was chosen, especially since he visibly hated the idea. But he didn’t refuse and came to me while passing a hand in his face to stand behind me. I only knew he was there when the warmth of his hands could be felt on my half-submerged shoulders.

"Y / N, are you ready? "

I swallowed hard and nodded positively as the words could no longer get out of my mouth properly. I was just wondering how I could answer his questions with the cold that was paralyzing my facial muscles. The water was so cold that a burning sensation was replacing the icy water on my skin.

Then Deaton nodded and a pressure on my shoulders tipped my head under the water. I had just enough time to take my breath and close my eyes that the cold and the blackness engulfed all of me, even my thoughts.

The darkness. That's all I remember, that's all I could see. My body was immersed in a space without movements or limits, numb, as if it didn’t belong to me. Something was wrong, especially when the feeling of cold that accompanied me at the beginning disappeared completely.

And that's when I heard the screams.

Heartbreaking screams piercing my eardrums painfully. But I couldn’t cover my ears because my body was absent.

The taste of blood on my tongue was strong. I no longer felt my tongue but the taste was present. Just like this desire for murder, strange and above all, an envy that didn’t belong to me.

Then the sensations came back into my body. Slowly my feet began to peck and my hands burned. I could feel something against my body, soft and wet. A cold wind passed over my back and my wet hair fell against my face. I moved my feet and then my fingers and it was at the moment my skin recognized the surface against which I was lying flat on my stomach that I understood something had gone wrong.

My eyelids opened abruptly as my head turned in suddenly in all directions to pick up an element that could help me situate myself. And unfortunately I recognized too well where I was.

The forest.

Panicked, not remembering to have walked so far and even less to have gotten out of the basin, I straightened up too quickly. But my muscles protested under my gesture and I fell flat on my stomach, grunting in pain. How could I be here? Soon the panic took possession of me and I began to breathe quickly and with difficulty, my eyes filled with water. My lips parted in the hope of making a sound, but my throat was dry, irritated, as if I had been shouting for hours. And the metallic taste in my mouth didn’t make me want to calm down.

I crawled on the ground to the nearest tree trunk, sobbing and weeping. I was lost. With a bonus memory hole. And above all, I was alone and unable to get up.

Then I began to weep for my incompetence and my weaknesses. I should never have accepted. Never.

As my panic attack rose in me uncontrollably, only making me more panicked, a noise behind me made me jump and immediately froze afterwards. I was still on the ground, belly crawling, my fingers leaving traces in the malleable mud. My breathing stopped immediately and my heart began to beat so hard in my temples it was all I could hear. A branch cracked and my fingers sank even deeper into the ground as I closed my eyes, a new sob trying to come out of my mouth. I held it as much as I could, but a pathetic little sound came out all the same. And when something landed on my back, the cry that came out of my mouth was painful.

"Y / N!” A voice I took several seconds to recognize spoke and I turned abruptly towards its source, my mind bathed in the confusion to see him.

"Derek?" I mumbled with difficulty, my voice hoarse and inaudible, only seeing his red eyes shine in the night. Among all the unimaginable people, it was Derek who found me? How did he know? How did he find me? Why was he here?

"I'll bring you back." He said to me, avoiding crossing my gaze by taking me in his arms. At the time, I didn’t think to be wary or ask myself more question, the relief to be found by a familiar face burying all questions. The warm idea of going home was so comforting I could only snuggle my face against Derek's neck, whom was now walking slowly in the forest in total silence.

Then it struck me.

"Where is Scott?" I finally managed to ask, the words forming with difficulty in my mouth still numb and my throat, irritated, still burning. I hadn’t noticed how cold I was, my clothes and my hair were still wet.

"He had to do something," Derek answered but I knew he was lying. Something was wrong, his explanations made no sense. His tone itself, which was sure, hard and neutral, hid a hesitation.

"I disappeared and he has better things to do?"

"We have separated to seek you," he added afterwards, as if his lie needed rectification.

"What happened," I insisted, fear slowly grabbing my stomach as my hands grabbed on his t-shirt, my eyes filling with water. Something had happened. Something serious enough for Derek to come pick me up in the middle of nowhere. It had to be pretty serious for Scott to not find me before him.

" I don’t know. "

Derek Hale hadn’t look me in the eyes when answering my questions either time, lying to me twice.

"You know that your mania for answering without really answering is really frustrating.” I mumbled between my teeth, feeling the anger rising from not knowing, my hands holding his shirt released the fabric to form weak fists. But Derek didn’t add anything afterwards.

Finally we emerged from the forest under my most obvious relief. I sighed, still sobbing a little as Derek walked to his car parked just off the edge of the reserve. He opened the passenger door with one hand and then placed me inside and before I could glance at him or add anything, the door shut in front of me. I heard his footsteps circling the car and he embarked on the driver's side, turned on the engine and started the car.

During the ride, Derek had made a phone call.

"Yes, I found her. She’s fine. Okay. "

And he hung up. I hadn’t even bothered to ask him who it was because I knew he wouldn’t answer. So I could only fix him, sitting in a ball against the door, my stomach turning in my belly, anxiety wreaking havoc. My body was still trembling with cold and fear, uncontrollable and very unpleasant tremors. I had no control over anything. Everything seemed to escape me, the truth flowed between my fingers. I was so weak.

A street light temporarily illuminates the interior of the car and I noticed something abnormal that made me straighten out while sniffing. I didn’t remember wearing red clothes today, but my memories were lacking so I didn’t pay more attention than that. But when a dim light illuminated again the dark interior of the car, I finally understood, raising my hands in front of my face which decomposed itself in horror.

My clothes were not wet with water. And under the dirt that covered my fingers, there was only red.

I was covered in blood.

"Stop the car," I panicked, glancing over at Derek, who left the road with his eyes for a few seconds to stare at me before putting them in front of him. His expression didn’t help me calm down. He was hiding something and I knew he felt compelled to do so.

"Stop the car Derek! Stop the damn car!” I yelled, knocking against the door several times, pulling on the handle while weeping with all my might.

"Shit," I heard briefly before the car made a quick and sudden turn to the right and as soon as the vehicle was immobilized, I rushed outside. My legs didn’t support me so I fell on my knees immediately, a high up in my throat with a sob of horror. I trained on all fours to reach the headlights of the car illuminating the deserted road in a sinister way. I didn’t want to know. But I had to see.

Once in front of it, I had confirmation. And the fear only intensified.

I was covered by mud and blood. My clothes, hands, everything. My sweater had a collar of red that stretched towards my pants, torn and covered with dirt.

"What happened?" I cried, my nerves dropping me. I didn’t understand anything. Nothing. Nothing made any sense anymore. "Tell me what I've done ..."

I couldn’t lift my head to look at him. It was too hard, the weight on my shoulders, imposing and painful, made me inevitably fix my hands in front of me, trembling and covered with blood. But whose blood? And why did I feel so weak?

"I was asked not to tell you anything ..." Derek started and I knew he got closer by seeing a shadow appear near my hands. "But I don’t agree with them. "

Surprised, I raised my head abruptly towards him, my eyebrows rising in the meager hope of having explanations. He crouched at my height in front of the light of the car and placed his hands on mine which stopped shaking. His gaze was worried, from what I could see in the darkness and the tears that confused my vision.

"I don’t know much because I wasn’t there when it happened. I was called, with Scott's phone. But it wasn’t him, it was Deaton, his boss. He looked panicked, and his voice pressing. He only told me I had to find you, that it was urgent. That I shouldn’t ask questions and that I had to call the number when I got you near me. And especially not to tell you. "

"W-why ..." I tried but my voice, trembling, made it very difficult to speak. "S-Scott ... not ..."

" I don’t know. I'm sorry, Y / N. I wish I could tell you more. "

The discussion brought me nothing but sobs and a growing fear of having done something horrible, or worse, hurt someone. I couldn’t live with the idea that the blood that covered me was someone else's blood.

Derek helped me back into the car and took us home, at his loft. I didn’t ask why, I was too afraid to know the answer and I was too lost in my thoughts to do so. At that moment, I would have liked Stiles to be there to take me in his arms. I would have liked to cry against his chest while his comforting hands were circling against my back to calm me down. I missed him terribly, and never before could I admit it.

But I could just hardly walk to Derek’s bathroom, helped by him.

I took a shower to clean the dry blood off of my body and tried to drown fears under liters of hot water, stolen smoke.

I walked with difficulty to Derek’s bed who told me he was lending it to me for the night.

All this happened in a fog of sadness and fear. The mattress cracked slightly under my weight as Derek helped me to settle down there. He had lent me his clothes, since mine were still worn out, and put the blanket near my chin. His kindness was so new and unexpected that for a moment I forgot the cause of my suffering.

"Why?" I murmured, still trembling. Cold or fear? Surely the two, mixed with the dull and omnipresent pain. "You do this for me ..."

"You saved my life, Y / N. I can lend you my bed for one night,” he smiled softly.

"Tomorrow ..." I asked not knowing what would happen afterwards. What was going to happen when the sun would rise? Would I stay here in silence and without knowing what had happened at the clinic? In fear and the unknown? The anguish was so intense in my belly that my heart began to ache and I felt nausea coming.

"Tomorrow hasn’t arrived yet," Derek murmured in a grave voice where I could detect pity. Then I met his eyes and I understood. It wasn’t pity, but empathy and understanding. "Sleep, now," he added before putting his lips on my burning forehead, a gesture that left me surprised all the more because he hadn’t hesitated to come to me. I didn’t know Derek very well, but his gesture was so soft and caring that a faint smile stretched my lips as my eyes slowly closed under the sudden inexplicable fatigue.

And I saw everything. I saw what happened in my dream, as if I were present in the room. As if I was watching an episode of Teen Wolf in my living room but way 2.0. And it was so strange that for a moment I thought myself at home in front of my television or in front of my computer watching the show. But I was really in the clinic, my body not appearing when I stretched my hands in front of my face. I was there by not being there, as if my mind was visiting my buried memories.

I couldn’t feel anything. My body was floating in this space where the last things I remembered were happening in front of me. No cold, no heat, no pain, I had no body. While the me of my memories entered the basin, I turned my head on all sides, looking for what was going to degenerate, the cause, the beginning of the end. And above all, I was waiting to see what had happened and how I had ended up in the forest. But I couldn’t look far, because the hypnosis had begun. My attention was then immediately on the scene and I don’t know how, but I managed to advance towards my body. My head had come out of the water, and Deaton was speaking softly to me, while Stiles' hands, still resting on my shoulders, were shaking slightly. I first thought it was the cold making them shudder but then I saw his gaze.

He was scared.

Suddenly everything degenerated. My nightmares changed shape completely, the walls began to flow blood and the image became blurry, tangled as a shrill sound echoed in my ears. Around me everything went black.

And when the image came back and the rest of the scene continued, I shouted.

It wasn’t uncommon for me to suddenly awake from a dream, sometimes shouting, others, moving in all directions. But this time, when I awoke from this dream or rather from the nightmarish memories that I would have liked to never see or live, I was no longer there. My mind was buried beneath a sea of guilt, sadness and anger that made me sick. I almost threw up, but nothing came out. And with good reason.

My body moved of itself, like a robot, as my gaze fixed the void. My hand resting on the mattress and my bare feet walked without feeling the cold of the floor. I was wearing only a t-shirt that was too big for me that Derek lent me for the night and my underwear that I had kept, so I knew the cold would soon strike. But I walked all the same, one foot in front of the other, my face lost, my head full of remorse and my heart cut in two.

I left Derek’s loft without anyone seeing me or stopping me and headed towards the forest as if I had always known the way. As if I was destined to return there from the beginning. Everything had begun there, and everything had to end there.

Nor did I feel the gravel beneath my feet or the dead branches of the forest when I reached it after I no longer knew how many minutes or hours. The sun was just beginning to dawn on the horizon, and never did the silent tears stop rolling over my cheeks like the sobs in my chest. The pain didn’t leave my heart, poignant and stabbing.

I had to leave. I should’ve left at the beginning, the moment when Allison made me question my decision. I shouldn’t have listened to her, leaving was the best choice from the beginning.

"Where are you going? "

My body froze when I recognized the female voice. The branches cracked beneath her feet as she walked around to stand in front of me. Her brown eyes were sad and worried, but a resolution also shone in them.

"You won’t go far dressed like that and especially barefoot," Allison pointed. I realized that the last time she had stopped me from leaving, she almost told me the same thing.

"How did you find me?" I asked, trying to hide my surprise to see her amongst everyone.

"I followed you, Derek called me, he had to go out so I watched over you. When I saw you leave, I preferred to follow you to find out where you were going. "

"I have to go," I murmured, swallowing a sob with difficulty. "Do you know what happened? What have I done?” I added, the pain betraying my emotions on my face.

A time. A silence. A pause of a few seconds that lasted an eternity of suffering.

"Yes," was all she said. Allison lowered her head to hide her face behind her hair and she tried but in vain to hide her emotions that I could easily detect.

"Are they are okay? Is Stiles doing okay? What about Scott? They must hate me ... you should hate me. You should put an arrow in my heart before everything degenerates to such a point again. "

"Everybody's fine," Allison whispered softly, cutting me off in my words. "Everyone is doing well," she repeated more for herself than for me, sighing. She didn’t tell me everything.

"Allison ..." I asked, fear returning painfully, my hands shaking. She sighed again, rubbing her forehead with her fingers mechanically.

"Stiles got out of the hospital, he had a concussion. He doesn’t remember what happened," she ended up saying.

A long sigh of relief escaped from my lungs, less pressure on my shoulders.

"It’s for the best. It's better he doesn’t know ... anyway ... "

"You remember what happened?" She changed the subject by raising her head after discreetly wiping her eyes with her sleeve, my self-destructive words wounding her.

" Yes. I ... my memories came back to me in a dream and ... I can’t believe that ... I ... Stiles ... Scott ... Isaac ... I ... they ..." I couldn’t finish my sentence because I burst out sobbing suddenly, incapable of keeping them anymore under the flood of memories that invaded my mind. All the restrained tears ran down my cheeks and a cry of pain tore the silence of the night. Mine.

Allison came to take me in her arms. I didn’t expect such gestures on her part especially after what I had done.

"It wasn’t you," she said softly. "It wasn’t you and we’ll find a solution. "

And it was in these arms that I decided to let myself go to my memories. We fell on our knees on the cold ground, and hardened by the fresh temperature of the morning. My knees got scratched as I passed, but it didn’t matter to me. Memories invaded my closed eyelids like an interminable horror film.

"Y / N, you must listen to my voice, my voice only. Can you hear me? "

" Yes… "

" Okay. You have to tell me, Y / N. Do you remember anything before you came to Beacon Hills? "

The water in the basin overflowed the edges as I moved my head frantically from left to right, not wanting to answer the question. He saw me. He watched me. I was scared. My eyelids contracted even more.

"Don’t be afraid, Y / N. You're safe," Deaton continued, and the pressure on my shoulders suddenly calmed me down. The sensation, the unusual heat in the biting cold that enveloped me was relaxing and comforting. My body stopped its spasms and my tense face relaxed.

"Yes," I replied, seeing red eyes in the darkness of my closed eyes. It was there. It looked at me. It was waiting.

"Where do you come from, Y / N? "

My heart beat unequally, causing my body to tremble abruptly in the cold water.

"I can’t answer ..." I murmured, feeling sharp claws colder against my heart, more painful than the icy water in which I could feel my body bathed.

"Y / N, where do you come from? You can answer. Everything is fine. "

My heart missed a beat once more and this time it was so painful my mouth opened to scream.

"Doc, stop!” A voice I recognized shouted and the sudden pain stopped as my body dropped dead in the basin. The red eyes approached, it wanted to hurt me. It wanted to silence me in all the ways possible, its dry lips stretched to show its long and sharp teeth.

"Elsewhere," I replied like a machine.

"I don’t think all of this is normal," another voice spoke as the lights started flashing, but in my memory I couldn’t attach a face to the voice.

"Everything is okay, Y / N,” Deaton went on, ignoring the other voice." What are you doing here? "

"I ..." I started to see the thing coming closer. It was getting closer. Its red eyes burned with anger and impatience to hear my answer. Its smile stretched further, breaking the skin of its cheeks, causing the blood to flow over its chin. "I ..." I tried again, its long fingers stretched out toward me.

"I want to change the future, save ..."

But I could never finish my sentence.

Because the hand reached my face.

Its fingers forced into my mouth, dislocating my jaw in an impossible angle, preventing the cry of pain from coming out.

Blood invaded my mouth and stuck in my throat as the monster, the monster of my dreams, entered me. He took my body and put it on as if it were just a jacket.

"At last ..." Its hoarse, dark, dull and painful voice echoed in my head. And it was weak and impotent that my eyes suddenly reopened, the light of the clinic causing no burn on my pupils until then accustomed to darkness. My field of vision wasn’t normal, it wasn’t human. Everything was red, shiny, visual faculty multiplied by 100.

"Y / N ...?” Deaton's voice spoke, but my head leaned to the side, a small smile on the corner of my lips as my hands stood on the edge of the basin to help me get up.

"Y / N ... is asleep. We should not wake her up, right?” My mouth was moving. My voice sounded like an endless echo in my ears. But I wasn’t the one in control.

"Y / N, wake up please," a voice came from behind me. A voice that warmed my chest and spasm made my weak body tremble.

" Not him. Not him again. I have to kill him. He's always there when I'm about to take control. I need get rid of him. "

My eyes fell on Stiles, who stepped back from seeing my face, frightened. My legs left the bath and my bare foot landed on the cold floor, followed by the second to slowly walk to him. And when my hand stood up, ready to hit, nothing happened. I hold on, the most I could, using all my remaining strength.

"Stupid human."

The relief then invaded me, lowering my guard. Everything happened so fast. At the moment when I thought it was over, after I had used all my strength to prevent the thing controlling my body from harming Stiles, weakness invaded me, giving the monster all its desired power. The weaker I was, the stronger it was.

And without me being able to control it, my hands clamped on Stiles' chest and I pushed him brutally. So much he revolved a few meters backwards and crashed against the back wall to fall to the floor, unconscious.

My voice screamed in my head and my actual hands clutched my ears as I did. Stiles, not him, not Stiles, stop, don’t, no, don’t hurt him ...

But I was weak, and my words did nothing. Powerless, I could only look.

And cry pathetically.

As Deaton went to Stiles, I turned to look at Scott and Isaac. Scott had his face torn. He had just seen his best friend being pushed like he was weighing nothing. He didn’t want to hurt me. But Isaac, meanwhile, charged without thinking, his claws out.

I don’t know how, but I was the last to stand, the two werewolves on the floor. Scott probably hasn’t given everything he had, he knew me, he didn’t know what was happening to me, he didn’t want to hurt me. Isaac, for his part ... his reluctance to hurt me was questionable. However, I couldn’t think long. The blood covered my hands, a few stains permeated my clothes. And my friends, the people I held the most were on the ground, all wounded and unconscious. All except Deaton who could only look, his eyes widened.

The sight did me something. Stiles. Scott. Isaac. All three were wounded. The inhuman force that was in me, the thing that controlled my body was not me. Hate, desire for murder and anger were not mine. My eyes filled with water slowly as my hand I didn’t control came to wipe my cheeks and my mouth sighed.

I could only do one thing. To save those I loved, I could only do one thing. It was dangerous. Deadly. Dumb.

"Allison is going to die. "

I could use the pain against itself.

The words had an instant effect and even the thing that possessed me didn’t expect it. It didn’t expect me to have enough strength to pronounce a single sentence. But I did. Seeing them hurt, I just couldn’t stay still. I couldn’t stay crying of despair in a corner of my mind. Adrenaline and rage invaded me, strength following close. The pain caught my heart and twisted it in all directions and I began to spit blood more than ever before. I said something so important, something I couldn’t have said in normal conditions.

The blood sank on my chin, fell on my hands covered with the blood of my friends, soaked my clothes with the sinister red hue. It was so intense and painful that my body, the monster controlling my body fled from the clinic, coughing in my own blood. It rushed into the forest. And it was exhausted, weak, hurt, unable to walk a single centimeter more, cursing me with all his rage. As I fell to the ground, the monster that possessed me, the most affected by pain, could no longer keep the controls.

And that's how I woke up after the hypnosis. In the forest. On the ground. The taste of blood on my tongue and my body weakened.

No one except Deaton had heard my confession, Scott, Isaac and Stiles being still unconscious, none of them could hear the words coming out of my mouth. I didn’t know why and how I'd done to defeat them, where the supernatural came from, but that wasn’t my biggest worry at the moment.

I wounded them. I didn’t even know if they were safe. Or how I could have put them in such a serious state that even hours later, Derek was the one who had to come get me.

My mind couldn’t chase the image of Stiles' face when the hope of seeing me had disappeared to give way to fear.

I suddenly returned to the present moment.

Allison still held me in her arms, in the forest.

"I am ... tired of being weak," I sobbed loudly, my jaw possessed by uncontrollable convulsions. "I-I-I can’t… B-be-powerless… I can’t… I never w-wanted… Need to l-leave…"

"Y / N, you can’t leave. We'll find a solution, you'll see. We’ll… "

"Why c-couldn’t I go?" The wind blew through my back, silent and cold, just like my mind, mute and frozen in denial.

"Because Scott would be demolished. Because I would miss you.” Allison sighed. "Because Stiles wouldn’t survive.” Before continuing, Allison drew back from my shoulder slowly to look me in the eye. I could see no fear in her pupils.

"I'm not afraid," she confirmed. "I know you don’t want any harm. You want to save us." She continued before stopping again to take a deep breath. "I know how it feels… I once felt weak, powerless. I know what it is. And that's why I'm going to teach you. "

"W-What are you going to teach m-me?" I didn’t understand. How could she want to help me after everything I had done? Why did she stop me from leaving? Killing me would have been simpler. Everything would have been finished.

"All I know," Allison finished as she stood and stretched out her hand.

My gaze passed from her hand to her eyes, which, in the morning light, shone with a thousand lights.

I took her hand.

In the next chapter : Training. Lying. Saving. Or at least, trying.

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