How hard could it be? • LM / SS

Chapter 108

Liam narrowed his eyes, his accusing tone turning to the hyper boy that had done most of the talking. "What are you?"

Stiles paused, taken off guard by the sudden question. He hadn't been prepared for that one. "For a little while I was possessed by an evil spirit. It was very evil," he could feel Jade's burning glare on his skin, almost as if she was setting him on fire with the daggers she was shooting from her eyes. In a way, it was baffling how you could usually tell how people felt, just by looking at their eyes— or the upper half of their faces, at least.

"What are you now?"

"Better, I don't—" Stiles grumbled, starting to get seriously annoyed with this kid. What else was he meant to say? He wouldn't be standing here with his friends if he was still possessed!

Liam gestured towards the table in the centre of the room, metal chains and restraints laid out for use. "Are those for me?" He shifted uncomfortably on his feet, trying to find an escape route. It appeared that the teenagers had planned this ahead of time, but technically the only thing in his way was the blonde girl that had spoken to him kindly earlier in the day. She wasn't that much taller than him: he reckoned he could take her.

Malia's long hair swung down her back as she shook her head. "No, they're for me," she commented, eyes igniting a striking blue that drew his attention away from the darkness of the evening sky.

"You'll learn how to do that," Scott pointed out, the slightest hint of curiosity spiking in Liam's chemo signals. He was feeling something other than complete nervousness, which was progress in his opinion. "But first, you need to get through the full moon."

"The moon's already out," Liam spat, wondering if the group were as stupid as they looked.

"And you're already feeling something, aren't you?" Scott challenged, pushing the boundaries slowly but surely.

Liam tried to protest, but his lips wouldn't part and his throat ran as dry as a desert. They weren't wrong and that terrified him a lot more than the watching eyes that were calculating his every move. A parade of non-stop percussionists were beating their sticks loudly against drums, his head about to explode with the force of the noise.

It was a full blown sensory overload, mind not being able to keep up with the overwhelming and crushing surroundings. "I feel like I'm surrounded by a bunch of psychotic nut jobs! You all are out of your freaking minds. I don't know how you did that eye thing and I don't care! I'm walking out of that door right now and I swear to God, if any of you try to stop me, I'm gonna..."

Max furrowed his brows in concern, his heart picking up pace at seeing the boy in so much distress. Liam had started covering his head, trying to block out the noise that was piercing through his skull. "Do you not hear that?"

Headlights reflected against the blinds on the window, car doors slamming shut and chatter already filling up outside.

"I told my friend Mason. You said it was a party!" Liam hissed through gritted teeth, his body shutting down as he cradled his legs on the floor.

Kira's heels clicked loudly as she pried a row of blinds out of her way, pursing her lips at the crowds of people that were swarming the garden. "And Mason invited everyone."

Glimmering sparks flew out of Jade's hands, nearly setting a tablecloth on fire as chaos broke out in the room. She tried to get her breathing under control by pacing, hoping to stop the panic attack that was pumping into gear. She swiped her hair over her shoulders, hands on her hips as she tried to ignore what was going on around her.

Liam's fingernails were replaced with claws, resembling a knife scraping against a chalkboard as they grazed along the wooden floorboards. Lydia jumped out of the way when he let out a roar, abandoning her complaints about the ground.