"Don't you tell anyone what I did. Or I will hurt your little family."
Mr Daylee stood over me as I sat in a dark classroom.
The only light was a tiny lamp on his classroom desk.
Me Daylee was an odd man but this is weird.
I looked down to see my hands bound and my feet tied together.
What is happening? I asked myself.
"It'll be all over soon and you won't remember a thing! You'll think you were never late to class in the first place."
He sneered and pulled out a needle
"No!" I screamed as I felt him press his cold round hands to my neck.
"Goodbye."
The needle pressed into my neck and I felt everything go numb and tingly.
That's when I woke up
Lydia sat upright with a heavy breath and flung the sheets over her to get out of bed.
She grabbed her phone and shakily dialed y/ns number.
The phone rang and then the connection was through.
"Hello? Lydia? Do you know what time it is?" Y/n groaned.
"Y/n! I know why Mr Daylee is so weird! He's not Mr Daylee!"
"What?" Y/n mumbled.
"Get dressed and call the guys! Meet me at the clinic!"
Lydia hung up and got ready. She drove to the clinic and waited for everyone else.
"What in the world is going on?" Y/n asked as she rubbed her eyes.
Everyone gathered around and everyone was up and awake except for y/n.
"I had a dream."
"Oh this is always a good sign." Liam groaned.
"I had a dream about Mr Daylee drugging someone. He said something like 'now you won't even remember being late to class'."
Y/ns head shot up.
"I don't remember being late to class."
"Yes!! See! I told you you were!"
"Okay but why Mr Daylee? I haven't done anything to him." Y/n shrugged.
"Wait, maybe it's not Mr Daylee. Remember how we found out about you? You thought a witch was Deaton. Maybe a witch is trying to be Mr Daylee to get close to you." Scott connected.
"Right!" Stiles clapped.
"But that still doesn't explain the homework." Derek pointed.
"Right. Maybe we should crack it right now?" Stiles jumped.
"Stiles, it is four in the morning. I can't even speak proper English at nine in the morning. You think I'm gonna be able to decipher some witch code?" Y/n asked angrily.
"If anyone could do it, it's you."
She sighed angrily and rolled her eyes.
"Fine, give me the stupid homework."
She sat down and wrote out words that could be from the letters.
"I GOT IT!" Y/n jumped up.
"What is it?"
"Kill the girl, bring the master, once she's part, death will come faster." Lydia spoke as she peered over y/ns shoulder.
"What the hell does that mean?" Mason furrowed his brows.
"I'm it." Y/n muttered.
"What?" Mason asked.
Y/n stood up and looked at them.
"I'm it, I'm the last piece of the puzzle." Everyone was silent. "The power? The only one left? They want me. I'm the witch they want to kill."
Everyone's eyes went wide.
"Why you?" Liam asked.
Y/n looked down and Derek placed a hand on her shoulder.
"You don't have to tell them if you don't want to." He comforted.
"No, it's okay. I'm ready."
He let go of me and I sat down.
"Okay so when I was very young, my mom was a witch, she was forced by their hand. And my dad, who I'm told was a very good man, sacrificed himself so I wouldn't have to be turned into a witch when I was born." It was quiet and Y/n felt the lump in her throat. "I've never met my dad."
Lydia side hugged her and she wiped the tears from her eyes.
"Wow. I never knew." Theo sympathized.
"It's okay. None of you knew. Theo was the first person I told when we were attacked the other day."
Everyone was quiet, with a sad or shocked expression on their faces.
"Well sorry for depressing everyone here." Y/n laughed.
"It's alright. Everyone's got a story." Derek put his hand on y/ns knee.
"Okay, well maybe we should get back to the paper." Liam suggested
"Yeah. Let's do that."
Lydia paced and she spoke up.
"Okay so I think this must be a spell or something. Because here it says spells can be pretty much anything if there is enough magic, intention and it rhymes."
"Wow, witches really don't have high standards do they?" Stiles asked.
"Hey!" Y/n scolded.
"Sorry."
"So maybe y/n should try it on one of us?" Liam asked quietly.
"I mean, it couldn't hurt, could it?"
"You don't know spells then." Y/n mumbled.
"I pick... stiles. He's the least threatening here."
"What??! Hey!"
Stiles stood up and y/n recited then spell. A mist hit stiles in the face and his face dropped as he looked at her.
"Dead." He muttered.
Stiles walked to me and pushed me to the ground.
I threw a reversal spell at him and it did nothing.
"Reversal spells always work!! It's like the undo button of magic!"
No one knew how to help me. Stiles straddled my waist and put his hands on my neck.
"Derek!" I screamed.
Derek grabbed stiles by the back of the shirt but stiles was able to fend him off.
I knew I was going to die. This is it. I'm going to die.