"Anachronism"
"Something that exists out of its normal time." Scott answers Stiles, not bothering to lift his head off of the bus window. We are currently stuck in traffic while driving to our cross country meet that is out of town.
"Nice, okay," Stiles turns and faces me. "Madison- incongruous."
"Do we really have to do this now?" I ask him.
"Yes, want it in a sentence?" Stiles asks me, I nod my head. "It is completely incongruous that we're sitting on bus right now on our way to some stupid cross-country meet after what just happened."
"Out of place, ridiculous, absorb." I say while sighing. Honestly I'm in so much pain right now, I really wish I was at home.
"Perfect! Okay next word, Darach... Darach, its a noun." Stiles starts, Scott and I both shoot him a look. "Look, we have to talk about it sometime. We're gonna be stuck in this for like, five hours, so why not?" Stiles continues, but Scott and I still don't say anything. He sighs, "Fine, next word, Intransigent."
"Stubborn-" I start but the bus goes over a bump, which causes Scott and I to groan in pain. I clutch my stomach.
"Are you guys okay? We shouldn't have come. I knew it. We shouldn't have come." Stiles mumbles.
"We had to. There's safety in numbers."
"There's also death in numbers, okay? Its called a massacre, or bloodbath, carnage, slaughter, butchery-" The bus goes over another bump and Scott and I groan again, in even more pain. I lean my header onto Stile's shoulder, squeezing my eyes shut. "Al right, that's it. I'm telling coach-"
"No. No, no, no. I'm all right." Scott says quickly.
"What about your sister?" Stiles asks.
"I'm alright, its just from Scot- ouch." I say while jolting up, which causes more pain in my side.
"Well, you two don't look alright. Would you just let me see it?" Stiles says while leaning towards Scott.
"Im okay."
"Just let me see it." Stiles demands.
Scott nods his head, finally giving in "Okay." Scott moves his jacket over, pulling up his white tee-shirt, revealing the wound that he got from the Alphas last night.
"Madison, lift up your shirt." Stiles tells me. I nod weakly, moving my flannel over, and lifting up my grab shirt underneath, revealing a wound identical to my brothers.
"I know its bad, but its because they're from an Alpha. It'll take longer to heal." Scott informs my brother.
"Shouldn't you be healing though?" Stiles asks me,
I shake my head, "I can't, because its from someone else who is also supernatural. I won't start until he does, I think."
"Scott, how come Isaac and Boyd are fine then?" Stiles asks my brother. We all look to the seat ahead of us, seeing that Isaac and Boyd are completely fine.
Scott leans his head on the window, closing his eyes. "I can't believe he's dead. I can't believe Derek's dead."
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I walk into my brothers room, seeing that he is putting on his motorcycle helmet. "Where are you going? "
"Uh, I was gonna get some food to eat." Scott says in a non-convincing way.
"What are you getting?"
"Uh- Mexican..."
"Dude, I love Mexican." Isaac says from behind me.
"Me too! We can come too." I say while smirking.
"Its okay. I can eat alone."
"You're not going alone. Come on." I say while grabbing my brothers arm, pulling him outside. Isaac and I get into my car and follow him to wherever he is taking us, which is an abounded mall.
"Are we seriously-"
Scott cuts me off, "We're just gonna talk to him, try to reason with him. That's it, alright?" He looks over to Isaac, who has a look on his face, "What?"
"Nothing. Its just that, uh, I'm actually kind of hungry now."
Scott pats him on the back, "So am I."
With that we walk into the mall.
"You didn't come alone." Deucalion tells my brother while we walk in.
"Yeah. This is Madison, and this is Isaac."
"I wasn't talking about them." As Deucalion says this, a familiar face comes from behind the wall.
"Derek?"
"You knew I would do this. Derek, don't. You cant do this so no one gets hurt. If someone else dies-"
Derek cuts Scott off, "Him. Just him." pointing towards Duecalion.
"Just me? Now, how's a blind man find his way into a place like this all on his own?"
All of the other alphas come out, each going for someone. I stand back, behind the wall, trying not to get involved. I honestly don't think I have an super-human strength, so better not to get involved. I watch as Isaac takes on the twins, which doesn't end well. Scott gets thrown into the wall beside me, which causes pain to shoot throughout my body. As Scott stands up and tries to fight them again, I swear I see his eyes flash a deep red. Scott starts to fight them, but it causes him to get scratched on his torso. This makes me wince in pain, falling to the ground.
One of the Alpha's throws Boyd onto the ground, I didn't even know he was here.
Kali grabs Cora, putting her foot on her neck so she can't breathe
"Kill Him. The others can go. You're beaten. Do it, Derek. Take the first step." Duecalion says. They're going to make him kill Boyd.
Derek doesnt move.
"Are we serious with this kid? Look at him. He's an Alpha? To what? A couple of useless teenagers." Kali states.
"Some have more promise than others." Deucalion tells Kali.
"let him rise to the occasion then." Kali puts more pressure on Cora, "What'll it be, Derek? Pack or family?"
Derek looks between Boyd and Cora, trying to figure out what to do. All of a sudden, something starts to light up the mall. I immediately realized what it is- Flash bang arrows.
"Your eyes! Cover your eyes!" Deucalion warns the others.
Derek then jumps up and attacks Ennis from behind. They both start to fight each other, getting closer and closer to an edge. Scott and I try to make it over to stop them. Scott then slashes Ennis leg, which causes him to start to fall over the edge, pulling Derek with him.
"No!" I scream trying to grab Derek. But its too late, the two crash down onto the escalator below us.
"Derek?" Scott whispers, tears starting to form is his eyes. Scott pulls me close to him, comforting me. I can't believe it.
Derek Hale is dead.
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"Hey, look at Boyd." I whisper to Scott.
Boyd's claws are starting to grow out, meaning that's he going to make a move, right now.
Scott then jolts up from the seat, clutching his side.
"Scott? Where are you going? Stiles questions.
"Boyd. H-He's gonna do something." Scott tells Stiles, while walking into the isle.
"Okay what? How do you know?"
"Look at his hands." With that, Scott walks over to Boyd and Isaac.
I sigh in pain as Stiles talks, "I swear to god if Boyd does something- hey are you alright?"
"Emotionally or physically?" I lean my head on Stiles shoulder, he tenses up for a second, but then calms down.
"Do you want to talk about it? Derek, I mean." Stiles asks me.
"I just can't help but feel like shit."
"Why?"
"Because the night before he died, I said some pretty mean things to him. I didn't actually mean them, of course. Derek's always been there for Scott and I. And now the last thing he remembered me by was yelling at him, not being there for him." I start to feel the tears form in my eyes.
"Madison," Stiles turns and faces me. "You know that he understood that you didn't mean whatever you said, and he's sometimes an asshole, so he probably deserved it. You and Scott have a special place in his heart, nothing you two could say and do would make him think differently of you two."
I can tell that Stiles truly cares about me. I look up into his dark chocolate eyes. He starts to lean in and I do to. Our lips are about to touch but then Scott comes walking back to the back of the bus. I pull away quickly, resulting in pain shooting up my body.
"Crisis averted?" Stiles asks my brother. Completely ignoring the fact that we almost kissed.
"Yeah." Scott slides into his seat.
"Okay, good. 'Cause we got another problem. Ethan keeps checking his phone, like, every five minutes. It's like he's waiting for something, you know, like, a message or a signal of some kind. I don't know, something evil though, I can tell. I have a very perceptive eye for evil, but you know that." Stiles tells my brother.
"I don't like him sitting with Danny." I tell the two boys.
"Yeah neither do I. I'm going to see what he's waiting for." Stiles says while pulling out his phone.
"What are you doing?" Scott asks Stiles.
Stiles starts typing something on his phone, "I'm gonna ask."
Stiles stops typing and puts his phone down. A second later we hear Danny's phone ring. A couple seconds after that Stiles gets a text from Danny.
No.
"Here give me it," I say while taking Stiles phone.
Danny, its Madison. Can you please just ask Ethan why he keeps looking at his phone? Its important. I'll do anything you want! Please!
I push send and wait for Danny to check his phone. A couple minutes later Danny answers.
As much as I love you Maddie- No.
Stiles takes the phone back from me, he starts to type rapidly. Spamming Danny's phone. Danny final gets sick of it and turns and starts to talk to Ethan. They both look up at us, we all fall down into our seats.
"Well, that wasn't very subtle." I groan.
We get a text from Danny again.
Someone close to him is sick. Might not make it through the night.
"Ennis?" Scott wonders out loud.
"Okay so does that mean-"
I cut Stiles off, "He's not dead."
"Not yet." Scott sighs.
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4 hours.
4 freaking hours.
We have been on this bus for 4 hours, and Scott and I aren't getting any better. Stiles starts to notice it too. And that's why he is currently talking to Coach Finstock.
"You know- there's like a food exit about a half a mile up. I don't know if we can stop and then maybe-"
"We aren't going stop" Coach says while chuckling.
"Okay, but if we stop-"
Stiles gets cut off from Coach's whistle, "Stilinski! Shut it! Seriously, its a little bus! Stop asking me questions!"
Stiles takes a deep breath before turning back to his seat.
"I hate him." Stiles looks over to Scott and I, noticing that we are getting even worse and worse every minute. "Did you call Deaton?"
"I keep getting his voice mail." Scott tells him.
"That's it. I'm calling Lydia and Allison." Stiles takes out his phone.
"How are they gonna help? They're back in Beacon Hills." I tell Stiles.
"No they're not. They've been following us for hours. Pathetic." Stiles puts the phone on speaker.
"Hey stiles. Yeah- we're just about to walk into a movie. You know, the popcorn and-" Lydia answers.
"I know you guys are right behind us. Put me on speaker."
"Okay."
"Okay, look, Scott and Madison are still hurt."
"What do you mean still? They're not healing?" I hear Allison say.
"No, Scott isn't healing, which is causing Madison not to. She said she thinks she is a little bit, but honestly I don't think she is. I think its actually getting worse. The blood's turning, like a black color."
"What's wrong with them?"
"W-What's wrong with them? I don't- do I have a PhD is lycanthropy? How am I supposed to know that!"
"Well, we need to get them off the bus,"
"Yeah, I've been trying.
"Reason with him."
"R-reason? Have you met this guy?!" Stiles exclaims.
"Just try something." Allison says while hanging up.
"Seri- Allison? Lydia?" Stiles looks at his phone, not realizing they hung up. "Did they hang up on me? They hung up on me!"
I send Stiles a soft smile, but squeeze my eyes shut, trying to block out the pain.
"Guess I have to go try something." Stiles says while sliding out of the seat, leaving Scott and I alone. I sit up and see that he is walking toward coach, he starts talking but Coach blows his whistle. I decide to listen into the conversation.
"It's 60 miles to the next rest stop-"
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"Being cooped up for hours is not good-"
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"You know, our bladders aren't exactly-"
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"Coach this is-"
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"Can you-"
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"Please-"
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"Let me talk!"
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"Every time-"
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"Get back to your seat, Stilinkski" Coach yells
"Okay!" Stiles yells while turning around.
"Jared, keep your eyes on the horizon." Coach says, right when Coach says this, Stiles gives Scott and I the 'I have an idea' look. Stiles goes up and sits next to Jared.
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"Jared, you suck!" Coach yells while opening the window of the bus, spraying frebreze. "Hey, somebody grab some towels, or a mop, or a new bus!"
Stiles holds onto me, taking Scott and I to the bathroom. Lydia and Allison set Scott down on the bathroom floor. Stiles does the same, setting me next to Scott. Allison lifts up Scotts shirt as Lydia lifts up mine. Both our wounds clearly not healing, but getting worse.
"Why didn't you tell us?" Allison asks Scott.
"Sorry." Scott replies.
"Okay, just give us a second, okay?" Allison says while getting up and going over to Stiles and Lydia, "This shouldn't be happening. I've seen him heal from worse than this."
"And Madison should be healing on her own, but not completely." Stiles tells the two girls, "But what should we do then? Do we just call an ambulance?"
"What if its too late? What if they can't help?" Allison asks Stiles.
I turn and face Scott, I see him getting paler and paler by the second. I can feel myself healing, but not a lot. I am definitely not as hurt as Scott.
"You know, it could be physiological." Lydia speaks up.
"What do you mean, like, psychosomatic?" Stiles says.
"Somatoformic." Lydia says correcting him, "A physical illness from a psychogenic cause. Its all in his head."
"So what do we do?" Allison asks our strawberry-blonde best friend.
Lydia pulls out a sewing kit from her purse, "We stitch him up. I'm serious. Maybe all he needs to do is just believe its healing."
"What about Madison?" Allison asks.
"Well, if Scott starts to heal, she will too. If she doesn't heal when he is, then we do the same thing to her." Lydia says.
"Well, neither of us know how to stitch someone else." Stiles points out. Everyone sighs, not know what do to.
I raise my hand up slightly, "I-I do, my mom and da- I mean my mom taught me when I was younger."
Stiles crouches next to me, "But Mads, your just as bad as him. Are you sure you can do it?"
I look over to my bother, "I'm alright, I'm not as bad as him. I'm not just going to let him die."
"But-"
"Give me the sewing kit." As I say this, Lydia hands me the kit. I re-position myself on the floor and face my brother. "He is going to need another shirt. Where's the bag he brought?"
"Its uh, on the bus. I'll go get it. I hate needles anyway." As Stiles says this he rushes out of the bathroom.
"We'll go too. Are you sure you know what your doing?" Allison asks me.
I hold a lighter up to the needle, "Yes. My mom taught me."
Allison and Lydia stare at me, making sure I knew what I was doing before exiting the bathroom.
Scott starts to slowly close his eyes, "Im tired."
"Scott, look at me. Just keep your eyes on me." I start to try to thread the needle, but it won't go inside the hole. "Come on. Come on!"
"Unbelievable. One simple little task? You can't thread a needle?"
I jolt my head up, looking around to see who the familiar voice is coming from. I look in the corner and see my father.
"Dad?"
"Thread the needle! Save your brother!"
"I'm trying!" I yell at my dad.
"Well, you want my sympathy? Because you're just a helpless 17-year-old little girl and this is all too much for you to handle. Well, get over it! Thread the needle!" My dad says harshly.
Tears start to burn my eyes. Why is my dad even here? "My hands won't stop shaking."
"Breathe. Madison, breathe."
I try to thread the needle again, but still no luck.
"Try it again."
I try again but the thread doesn't go through. I scream in frustration, making Scott jump in the process.
"How do we approach a situation like this?" My dad asks me, but I ignore him. "Madison!" He yells.
I take a deep breath, "Clinically."
"And?"
"And unemotional-unemotionally." I say.
"Then stop crying and do it!"
I take a final deep breath, putting the thread through the hole. I sigh in relief and start to quickly stitch Scott up, "Stay with me. Please."
I look in the corner and realize that my dad isn't even there. Was i hallucinating?
I do one last final stitch and look up at my brother, "Okay don- Scott?"
Scott doesn't move.
"Scott?"
I put my ear to his chest and listen for his heart beat. Nothing.
"Scott?!" Tears start to fall out of my eyes, I shake him, trying to get him to wake up." Scott please."
Scott suddenly twitches, he looks at me with sad eyes. "It was all my fault."
I sigh in relief, "Scott, it wasn't your fault. I promise."
Scott looks down, noticing the stitches. "You did that?"
"Yeah. Mom and Dad taught me when we were younger."
I stand up slowly, lifting up my shirt. I notice that the wound that was once there is all closed up. It literally looks like someone put invisible stitches in me. I crouch down and wrap my arms around my brother, lifting him up. When I do this I feel a burning sensation go through my arm. I look at it and notice that my veins and turning a deep purple color.
"Your in pain?"
"Your helping it heal." Scott tells me. I don't say anything as we walk out the bathroom. I notice that everyone is crowded around the bus. Stiles sees us walk out and rushes towards us.
"Stiles, what's happening?" Scott asks him.
"They went after him. I told them what was happening with you two and they just went after him. "
"Who? Boyd?" I ask him.
Before Stiles can answer, I hear coach yelling at someone. I look over to the two boys and start walking towards them, helping Scott along the way.
"Isaac! Isaac! Isaac! Back off! Stop!" Coach yells, but Isaac doesn't listen.
Scott gets out of my hold, and walks toward Isaac.
"Isaac!"
The same thing that happened in the closet happens again. Scotts voice seems to connect to Isaac and Isaac automatically stops.
I grab Isaacs arm and pull him over to me, "What the hell were you thinking!"
"They hurt you and Isaac, someone had to do something." With that, Isaac walks onto the bus. I roll my eyes and follow Stiles onto the bus. He slides into the seat in front of out previous seat and I sit next to him.
"All right. Let's go over this one more time. So it's the sacrifices, right? Everything has to do with them and someone who thinks he's, like, a dark druid of some kind."
"Or actually is a dark druid." Lydia adds in from the seat across from us.
"A Darach." I sigh
"You know, some ancient a cultures sacrificed people in preparation for battle." Lydia tells Stiles and I.
"Alpha werewolves against a dark druid."
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this is not edited so sorry for any mistakes!