After what felt like an eternity of struggling, the door finally yielded, allowing them to the room. Isaac laid on the floor, his body contorted in distress, his hands clutching his chest as his body spasmed as if he was having convulsions. Esther's heart sank as she reached out to touch his face, only to witness him flinch away in pain. Concern etched deeply in her voice, she exclaimed, "David, he's freezing!"
Isaac seemed entranced, his eyes darting aimlessly around the room, but David knew he wasn't actually seeing anything. David, with resolve, took hold of Isaac's forearm. In a grave tone, he said, "I'm sorry, but you have to trigger your healing." Without hesitation, he exerted pressure on the forearm until the resounding crack of bone breaking filling the air. In that moment, Isaac's eyes ignited with a fierce yellow glow, accompanied by a guttural growl mingled with the anguished howl of pain.
Slowly regaining his awareness, Isaac managed to crawl and lean against the bed, his body still trembling with the aftershocks of the ordeal. Tears welled in his eyes as he spoke in a fragile, shaky voice, "D-Did you see them?" David leaned closer, his gaze filled with concern, urging Isaac to continue. "There were five of them," Isaac whispered, his voice filled with fear. "Dressed in black with masks, I-I couldn't recognize them, they were completely covered." The tremor in Isaac's voice revealed his palpable terror.
Esther's eyes widened with alarm as she interjected, "What do you mean masks?" Isaac's head shook softly, his voice barely audible as he revealed, "Just masks, that's all I could see. But I saw one's eyes. They were yellow and green." He locked eyes with Esther, before saying in a soft tone, more similar to a whisper, "Like fireflies."
Both adults rose to their feet, their shared concern mirrored in their expressions. David extended a helping hand to Isaac, while Esther instinctively glanced toward the window, searching for any signs of intrusion. "How did they get in?" she questioned; her voice laced with urgency.
Isaac, still catching his breath, shook his head weakly. "They didn't get in," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper. "They came out of the shadows."
(...)
"So, when did you get there?" Rafael inquired.
"At the same time," Stiles replied promptly.
"At the same time as whom?" Rafael scanned the group of teenagers, his gaze lingering on each of them.
"Same time as me," Scott chimed in, pointing to himself. With each exchange of words, Alistair's annoyance grew, and he could sense a similar sentiment reflected on the sheriff's tired face and Lydia's expression.
Rafael pressed further, "Did the two of you arrive at the same time by coincidence?"
But, predictably, Scott and Stiles failed to grasp the question. "Are you asking me?" Scott pondered aloud, to which Stiles interjected, "I think he's asking me." An exasperated Lydia interjected, "I think he's asking both of you." Alistair could only bury his face in his hands, astounded by the sheer absurdity of the interrogation unfolding before him. This was, hands down, the most pathetic attempt to interrogatory he's ever been in.
"Okay, let me answer the questions," Rafael interjected suddenly, eliciting confused and quizzical looks from everyone present. Even the sheriff concealed a snort of amusement behind his hand. "Let me ask the questions," Rafael corrected himself, prompting Stiles to sarcastically smile and wink in response.
"Okay, this is ridiculous." Alistair interjected, drawing the attention of everyone in the room, finally making the Sheriff give his undivided attention. "Here's what happened," he pointed at Scott and Kira, "Scott and Kira were on a date at Kira's house, accompanied by her parents. You can verify this with them." Then, he gestured towards the others, "Meanwhile, Stiles, Lydia, and Michelle discovered a coded message indicating Barrow to take Kira, which he did. We discovered that Barrow was an electrical engineer who worked at the power substation. We thought, 'well, there's nothing to lose going there to check', which was truth, because we found her." A collective astonishment swept through the room, the sheriff nodding in approval as Alistair only finished with, "Can we go now?"
Rafael scrutinized Alistair for a moment, checking his own notes, before redirecting his attention to Kira. "Is that how you remember it?"
Alistair observed the obvious glances exchanged between Stiles, Scott, and Lydia. Internally facepalming himself at their lack of subtlety, he witnessed Kira confirming everything he said, requesting the return of her phone, which unfortunately needed to remain as evidence because Barrow used it.
And, so, with no more questions, they let them go.
(...)
They arrived at the parking lot of Derek's loft, enveloped in a comfortable silence. Exchanging smiles, they simultaneously opened their respective door. As John approached the other side of the vehicle, he noticed Derek's gaze fixated on three kids standing before him. Dressed in Halloween costumes, the youngsters nervously uttered an animated, "Trick or treat," the poor lads were scared shitless. When John crossed his arms over his chest, giving Derek an unimpressed look, who had his gaze trained on the children. Derek reached inside the car, he retrieved a large bag of candies they had bought a few hours ago for this very occasion.
Each child extended their candy bags, eagerly awaiting Derek's offerings. Unyielding in his stare, Derek dropped the candies into their bags without breaking eye contact. John didn't need heightened senses to know the poor kids were close to fainting there.
Then, with the kids still looking at him in fear, Derek's eyes transformed into a chilling icy blue, his fangs bared, and he let out a growl that reverberated through the air. Filled with panic, the kids fled without so much as a glance back.
Amused by his successful scare, Derek wore a mischievous smirk on his face. John, however, couldn't help but roll his eyes, playfully striking Derek's chest. "You're such a meanie," he said in a reproaching tone.
Derek chuckled, reaching down to John's waist, and drawing him close for a kiss. As their eyes closed, John suddenly sensed a shift in the atmosphere, similar to the night before. Opening his eyes with a jolt, he turned his gaze, but it was too late. The last image imprinted on his mind was that of five shadowy figures, shrouded entirely in black, their faces concealed by Japanese-style masks, and their eyes. Two small dots within the mask's eyeholes emitted an intense glow of mixed hues of yellow and green, reminiscent of vibrant fireflies.
(...)
Isaac spent the whole day insisting on going to a mysterious Halloween party, but was just as adamant to not give Alistair any kind of information about it. Now, standing at the entrance of Derek's loft, the pulsating music reverberating through the walls, Alistair finally got why.
As the door swung open, Isaac's voice resonated with a sense of urgency, "Derek can never know about this." Alistair found amusement in the weightiness of his statement.
However, as his eyes fell upon the scene before him, Alistair was left astounded. People of all kinds and probably all ages, swayed and danced without a care, their bodies covered with vivid phosphorescent paint, making the whole scene a spectacle to the eye.
Unable to contain his infectious laughter, Alistair firmly grasped Isaac's arm and pulled him inside, eager to immerse themselves in the vibrant celebration.
"Where are you taking me?" Amidst the thunderous and thumping music and bodies in motion, Isaac raised his voice.
Alistair, his laughter blending with the beats, glanced back and retorted, "I'm about to change your life."
Pressing his body against Alistair's back to navigate through the sea of bodies, Isaac leaned in and whispered in his ear, "Did we just quote Hamilton?"
Swaying to the rhythm and maintaining their course, Alistair shouted over the music, "Look around, look around, at how lucky we are to be alive right now." The sound of Isaac's laughter echoed in his ears as they continued on their path. "They must be around here."
As Isaac's curiosity grew, he wondered what awaited them, as he was about to ask what was around there. Suddenly, it came into view—a grand table adorned with an abundance of cans filled with phosphorescent paint, accompanied by an array of brushes. Alistair turned to face him, a mischievous grin adorning his face, and began removing his shirt.
Observing Isaac's inquisitive expression and teasing smile, Alistair simply stated, "I want to feel like a normal teenager, even if it's just for a single night." With a smirk, he extended a brush to Isaac, indicating him how to paint his body and decorate the two tattoos he had on his upper body—a majestic owl on the right side of his back and a raven on his left arm. Other thing he wanted to highlight, was the big claw scars on his left side.
Less than twenty minutes later, the two teenagers found themselves in the middle of the dance floor, their bodies moving along in perfect harmony, close enough to fuse as one. Alistair's arms encircled Isaac's neck, while Isaac's hands firmly grasped Alistair's waist.
In a moment, as Alistair's hands raised from the back pockets of Isaac's jeans to his neck, intending to draw him into a kiss, his gaze caught sight of a weird mark resembling the number five beneath Isaac's ear. Furrowing his brows, he mentioned it to the boy. "You have something here," he remarked, and, before Isaac could ask what he meant, Alistair started to lead the boy towards a nearby storage room without giving him a chance to protest.
Entering the room and positioning Isaac in front of a mirror, Alistair pointed to the mark in his neck. "Look, it's here. It's like a reversed five," he observed in a confused tone, as if seeking an explanation. When Isaac seemed about to make a comment, he suddenly halted, his attention drawn elsewhere. "Do you hear that?" he questioned.
Baffled, Alistair shook his head in response. Isaac began to search the source of the sound, traversing the space until he discovered Ethan in the floor, behind a stack of ice containers. Ethan lay on the floor, assuming the same position that Alistair's parents had discovered Isaac in the previous night.
Rushing to assist the fallen boy, they propped him up into a sitting position. Alistair tried to slap him to no avail, then, he instructed Isaac to grip Ethan's arm and break it, triggering the healing process. With a determined resolve, Isaac complied, eliciting a resonating growl of pain from Ethan as his eyes glowed with a blue hue and his fangs bared.
As Alistair adjusted Ethan's head, his eyes fell upon the identical mark that Isaac possessed. "They did the same to him," he remarked, realizing that these mysterious marks were connected.
(...)
As John woke up, he found himself still in the parking lot, in front of Derek's car. He was sprawled on his chest. Rising to his feet, he discovered Derek on his knees, waking up too. His trembling hand pressed against his ear, in a spot that John was feeling a slight burning in his. A howl of anguish and anger escaped Derek's lips, echoing through the night air.
Moving towards a very distresses Derek, John hastened to his side, extending a helping hand and helping him up. Both men shared a sense of weariness and depletion, their energies drained by the unknown figures. As they collected themselves, a realization struck them—they bore identical marks in the exact same location behind their ears. Reversed fives.
And, as if Derek's mood couldn't be soured, the moment he heard the distant sound of music emanating from the parking lot, his brows frowned more. A growl-like utterance escaped his lips as he muttered, "Those idiots," his voice laced with a mixture of annoyance and frustration, and he started to walk towards the loft.
(...)
As they entered the loft, Derek forged ahead, leaving John behind. Determined to reach the DJ, he was met with resistance from a bouncer who barred his path. Undeterred, Derek made a second attempt, only to encounter the same obstacle. Frustration surged within him, and with a swift motion, he seized the bouncer by the throat, "He'll listen to mine," and he threw him aside. His steps toke him towards the DJ, and in an act of anger, he toppled the table, sending it crashing to the floor.
The abrupt stop of the music caught the attention of the dancing crowd, their gazes fixated on Derek. With a fierce growl that reverberated through the air, Derek addressed them in a voice infused with power and authority, commanding, "Get out!" The intensity of his growl was so potent that John could swear he saw the tables tremble in response.
In the blink of an eye, a wave of panic rippled through the crowd, and they scattered in the door's directions, hastening to escape the place. John approached Derek from behind, aligning their bodies and resting his head upon Derek's shoulder. In a hushed whisper, he couldn't help but express, "That was really hot." From the corner of his eye, John caught sight of Derek's satisfied smirk.
(...)
As they went out of the storage room, carrying Ethan, chaos consumed the vast expanse of the loft. Panic-stricken individuals hurriedly evacuated the place, their frantic footsteps echoing through the air. Amidst the frenetic scene, five figures stood still. They were dressed entirely in obsidian black garments and adorned with Japanese-styled masks, as they stood as motionless as statues. They were just as Isaac had described them.
Yet, as the last person scurried out, leaving only those involved with the supernatural world, with a collective awakening, the figures abruptly sprang to life. Their gazes momentarily lingered on Aiden before turning their attention towards Alistair, their movements attuned with uncanny precision. In perfect synchronicity, the figures turned, their bodies gracefully moved as they took two resolute and long steps towards Alistair.
The moment they gave another step, reacting instinctively, Derek and Scott lunged at them. However, it swiftly became evident that these figures were masters of the martial arts, their movements fluid and elusive, enabling them to evade every strike and claw coming at them. In a fleeting moment of triumph, Derek succeeded in snapping the neck of one of them, only to be confounded as the body regenerated in seconds, throwing him aside.
Meanwhile, locking eyes in understanding, Alistair and John advanced, aware that their knowledge and training in martial arts granted them with an advantage. One of the figures surged towards Scott, but Alistair promptly interposed himself, blocking its path. Employing nimble footwork and evasive maneuvers, Alistair adroitly sidestepped the figure's strikes, moving around it, deftly redirecting them with his arms.
However, their combined efforts proved insufficient. In a jarring display of strength, one of the creatures seized Scott, exerting a mighty force against the boy's chest, propelling him forcefully against a sturdy wall. Now, only Alistair and John remained standing.
Resolute and undeterred, the brothers stood back-to-back, their eyes scanning the figures' every move. With calculated steps, they began to circle in a perfectly synchronized dance. As they maintained a watchful eye on their adversaries, John's voice reverberated with urgency. "Do you have anything on you?", his tone tinged with agitation, as one of the figures conjured a sword from its very core.
A big and confused frown took over Alistair's face. "What the fuck, man? I'm shirtless!" he exclaimed. John's laughter broke through the tense atmosphere, before launching himself at one of the figures. Alistair mirrored his brother's spirit, engaging another figure.
Then, in a heart-stopping instant, two figures cornered Alistair, one positioned directly in front of him and the other lurking behind. As the figure before him poised to unleash a powerful punch, the one behind surged forward in perfect synchronization. Swiftly, Alistair turned his body to the side, bending his back to evade both incoming strikes. The boy saw how the forceful punches collided with each other, momentarily creating an explosive clash of energy. Seizing the opportunity, Alistair seized their arms, utilizing their momentum to propel himself upwards. He extended his legs and delivered powerful kicks to both figures, forcefully sending them backward.
Everyone else gazed in awe, their eyes transfixed on the awe-inspiring display of martial prowess unfolding before them. Their eyes moving with every move, and every hit delivered.
John was able to put his arms around one of the figures' necks, utilizing it to launch himself and deliver a kick with both legs against another one.
Once more, the brothers found themselves back-to-back, encircled by two figures, but now, they had swords menacingly directed towards them.
Yet, amid the intensity of their fight, the relentless focus on finding an opening obscured their perception of their surroundings. The three remaining figures cornered Aiden, two of them gripping tightly his arms, while the third figure pressed a hand against his ear maintaining an intense eye contact with him, leaving behind a burning mark. The young teenager crumpled to the ground, with no force.
After that, the five figures start to approach Alistair, Scott coming to his side, their intent chillingly palpable. Scott emitted a primal growl that resonated with defiance, his eyes glowing crimson red. In that precise moment, the first rays of the sun pierced through the loft's windows, casting their radiant light upon the figures. As the luminous rays made contact with them, the figures disintegrated into swirling black mist, dissipating into nothingness.
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