Chapter 18
"Come one... please." I hold my breath as I slowly peel the gauze off my arm in the bathroom.
Still there.
A huff of air escapes my lips as I stare at the stitched-up scratches still present on my arm.
Still human.
On the bright side, it's dry now. I take a roll of bandage from the first aid kid and roll it around my arm until it completely covers the scratches. I look over my reflection one last time in the mirror before putting my jacket on and walking back into my room.
"Nina!" Allison calls me as she peeks her head into my room. She steps inside as I pick my backpack off the floor. "How are you feeling?" Her voice softens.
I nod my head slowly as my hand subconsciously reaches for my arm, "I'm okay... still human."
"Do you think it's permanent?"
I collapse onto the bed, "It seems like it." She walks further into the room and sits down next to me.
"Just take it one day at a time. I'm sure it will come back. If it is someone just messing with you then eventually they will get bored, right?"
I look over at her with a nod, "So I just act normal? Like I don't care?"
"Exactly. If you aren't reacting in a chaotic way, they might leave you alone."
"But who is it? Who's doing this to me in the first place?"
"Deaton will figure it out. He always does." It's quiet for a moment as my eyes look around the room before stopping on her hand.
"Thanks for yesterday."
"For what?"
"You covered for me. I thought for sure I would have to confess everything to him right then and there."
Why didn't I confess everything to him? To everyone? It's not like I can keep this a secret forever.
"Oh..." She breathes out in realization. "I was just keeping your secret." She smiles as she lifts up her palm. "I actually cut my hand when I was cleaning some weapons so it was good timing."
I should tell Scott what's going on. And if I have to leave the pack, then so be it. It's better than living a lie.
"I'll never get used to this." A smile overtakes my lips as I remove my helmet and shake my hair out. Even though I'm only human, there's a certain confidence that comes from riding a motorbike. You feel untouchable. Like a real badass. I get off to see four sets of eyes on me. Two of which I never wanted to see again. "What are you two doing here?" I grab my bag and stalk over to them.
Aiden rolls his eyes before turning his gaze back to Scott, "You need a pack. We need an Alpha."
"No way in hell." I keep my glare firmly planted on the twins.
"Yeah. Absolutely not." Stiles chips in. "That's hilarious though."
"You came to us for help. We helped." Ethan says matter-of-factly.
"You call that helping?" I sneer, taking a hostile step forward. Scott grabs my wrist and gently pulls me back. Instead of taking his hand away, he lowers his hand into mine.
"You beat his face into a bloody pulp. That's not helping. In my opinion, that's actually counterproductive ."
"Why would I say yes?" Scott questions.
"We'd add strength. We'd make you more powerful. There's no reason to say no." Aiden states. I scoff. Arrogant much?
"I can think of one. Like the two of you holding Derek's claws while Kali impaled Boyd." Isaac drawls as he walks into the conversation. "In fact, I don't know why we're not impaling them right now." Isaac glances at us in question.
"I have no objection," I smirk... If only I could.
Aiden growls at Isaac with his fangs out and eyes glowing blue, "Wanna try?" Isaac takes a confident step towards him, but Scott immediately grabs onto his arm and shakes his head.
He turns back to the Twins, "I'm sorry, but they don't trust you and neither do I." He walks past them with his head up high. I let out a light laugh as I raise my brows at the Twins.
"See you around- oh wait. I forgot... I don't want to." I walk past them making sure to knock into Aiden's shoulder in the process.
As much as it felt cool to do that, it was also terrifying. They could've easily decided to charge at me and I would be as defenseless as Stiles.
A shiver runs down my spine.
Defenseless as Stiles...
I catch up to Scott and Stiles as we enter the school. A roll of toilet paper is suddenly thrown straight into Stiles' face. I burst out laughing.
"Alright, that's my face!" He exclaims.
"Stiles, you just got TPed."
"Ha-ha you are so hilarious." He calls after me as I walk to my locker. I chuckle as I begin putting books into my bag. A huff of air escapes my lips as I put my heavy bag on my back.
Being human is great.
I open my bag again and stuff a bunch of books back into my locker. Not today. I slam it shut as my eyes move around the hallway before catching onto a certain someone.
If I want to act like I'm okay with being human, I need to step up my game... literally.
I make my way quickly down the hallway as he is about to open his office door. "Coach!"
He jumps and turns to me. "What do you want, Hale?"
"I just wanted to ask if girls can also play lacrosse or if it's only for boys."
"Lacrosse is for anyone. You thinking of trying out?"
"Yeah, it seems fun-" He starts chuckling.
"Listen here, Hale. Lacrosse isn't some fun sport that little girls can come and play. The sport is aggressive and trust me, it gets messy."
"I'm aware of that Coach."
"Good, because Hales are notorious for being good at sport so don't let me down."
"I won't." I hope. Hales are only good at sport for one reason... I don't have that reason anymore.
He nods and yanks the door open. "Peek-a-boo." He mutters as he stares into the room with a wary look as if the room was about to jump out and attack him. I let out a laugh, but disguise it with a cough when he turns around and gives me a suspicious look. He then precedes to check the door frame for I don't know what. I turn around and walk away.
I head around the corner when I realize that I actually need to ask him when the lacrosse try-outs are. I backtrack my steps to the office but freeze as I hear a huge bang. I run closer to see everything on the floor. The chalkboard, the shelves, everything... including Coach.
I burst out laughing but cover my mouth with my hand. I quickly turn around and run to Coach's class. He doesn't seem to be in the best mood now. Arriving late to his class probably isn't the best idea.
I scramble into the seat behind Stiles as Coach's voice rings through the class. He bursts through his office door into the room, giving everyone a glare. Scott and Stiles exchange a mischievous look in front of me.
I think I know who's responsible...
"Mischief Night, Devil's Night. I don't care what you call it. You little punks are evil!" Laughter fills the room. Mainly from Stiles. "You think it's funny every Halloween my house gets egged? A man's house is supposed to be his castle." Scott lets out another laugh. Coach hits his desk causing him to jump. "Mine's a frickin' omelet." I cover my mouth with my hand as I try my best to not laugh too loud.
Coach looks to the wrapped-up box sitting on his desk. "Oh, this? We're gonna do this again? I don't think so." Coach grabs the box and throws it on the ground, but it makes a shattering sound. I furrow my brows as Coach picks up the shattered mug pieces. He reads the card along with it. "Happy Birthday. Love, Greenberg." He grumbles out.
Oh, coach.
"Hey, Scott!" I stop next to him by his locker.
He looks up at me as he closes the door with a clunk, "Hey."
"I need to talk to you."
A smile overtakes his lips, "That's not usually something you wanna hear."
I laugh, "It's not a 'we need to talk' kind of talk."
"What kind of talk is it?" I grab his hand and pull him into an empty classroom. "Are you sure it's a talking kind of talk?"
"I'm sure."I look into his eyes before pulling the sleeve of my jacket up, "It's a supernatural kind of talk." His eyes widen as he gently grabs my arm. He slowly begins unraveling the bandage to expose the three red stitches in my arm.
"Is this from Malia? When she attacked you at the school?"
I nod, "It hasn't healed yet, Scott."
He slowly wraps the bandage back over my arm. "What does it mean? You don't heal anymore?"
"Scott, I'm not even a werewolf anymore." He looks up into my eyes with furrowed brows. I flick out my wrist and, as expected, nothing comes out.
"How is that even possible?"
"I don't know. Deaton is trying to figure it out, but he's not even sure. The next best person is Argent."
"What did Deaton say?"
"I didn't tell him about me not being a werewolf anymore but he knows I can't shift." I pull my jacket back over the bandages. "Remember that figure I told you about? Deaton thinks he's messing with me. Whoever he is."
"So, you haven't really lost your abilities. It's just been controlled?"
I shrug my shoulders. "That's the theory."
"Then you can get them back. We just have to find out who he is."
"The thing is, I don't think he's real. Deaton says he could be a demon."
His eyes widen, "A demon?"
"And how the hell do you trap a demon? No pun intended."
"We'll find a way. We always find a way."
My eyes dart around the empty class before looking back at him, "What if you can't? What if I'm just stuck like this?"
He puts a hand on my cheek, "You won't be. But even if you are, it doesn't change anything."
"I can't help you, Scott. I can't help anyone."
A smile overtakes his lips, "You could always get a baseball bat."He puts a strand of hair behind my ear, tracing his fingers around the side of my cheek. My eyes stare into his own before I bring my lips to his cheek. I pull away slowly and look up into his eyes. "What was that for?" He breathes out with a hint of a smile overtaking his lips.
"Cause I wanted to." I mutter out. His eyes flutter down to my lips as he slowly begins moving closer-
"Scott!" Stiles yells in the hallway. My eyes snap open as I look over to Scott. He rolls his eyes before we make our way out the door.
"Hey, dude!" Stiles runs towards us. "Where the hell have you been?" He only then seems to realize where we came from. "Wha- what...were you two doing in there?"
"Um..." I look over to Scott with wide eyes as I feel my cheeks getting warmer.
"It's not what you think." Scott tries to defend as he glances between myself and Stiles.
Lydia walks up to us as Stiles was about to open his mouth, "The police are leaving. Why are they leaving?" She rushes out.
what?
"The police?" Scott furrows his brows in confusion.
"Wait a minute..." I glance back and forth to Lydia and Stiles.
"They must have cleared the building and grounds, which means he's not here." Stiles states.
"Who? What are you guys-" Scott tries.
"He has to be here," Lydia says urgently, raising her voice. "That sound, the buzzing I've been hearing, It's getting louder." I furrow my brows.
What the hell is happening. What sound? Who is here?
"How loud?" Stiles questions. Lydia closes her eyes as her face contorts.
That can't be good.
They spend the next few minutes filling us in on the psychopath called Barrows.
"Glowing eyes? You mean like our glowing eyes?" I say in disbelief. "And he's here?"
Stiles raises his brows, "So now you see our problem."
"Have you checked the whole school?"
He squints his eyes, "Have we chec- yes! You think we wouldn't have checked for a mass murderer wandering in our corridors?"
"Well, then why are the police leaving?"
His eyes dart to the door behind us, "Not if I can help it. Come on." He motions to Lydia as they make their way outside.
I must say that I'm a bit scared. Not for myself, but for the other people. If Barrows is as dangerous as they say he is then he would have no problem hurting more innocent people to get what he wants. And he wants the kids with glowing eyes dead.
"She's here." Scott turns around to face me while holding his phone. We walk down the hallway until he spots his mother behind the wall. I dart my eyes around to make sure no one is coming while he goes towards her. After a few moments, he turns around with a bag in his hands and makes his way back to me. I give Ms. McCall a wave before we rush off to find the other werewolves.
"Lydia thinks that he's still here even though the cops searched the whole school. But they didn't have one thing." Scott takes the hospital robe out of the bag. "Our sense of smell." His eyes glance over to me as he gives the robe to Isaac to smell first.
I take a step back, "You guys go ahead. I'll go help the others."
"We need your help here." Aiden gives me a hard look.
"I would if I could."
"What does that mean?" Ethan glances over at me before looking at Scott. "What happened?"
"It's okay, I'll meet you later," Scott says with soft eyes. I nod before rushing off to find the others. After running for a while, with frequent breaks, I spot Lydia and Stiles down the hallway.
"Guys!" I call over as I make my way to them. "So glad... I found you." I breathe out as I place my hand on my side. "There's a stitch."
"Nina? Why aren't you with the others?" Lydia asks.
"I'll be better... suited to... helping you guys." I say in between breaths.
Stiles squints his eyes, "Why are you so tired?" He asks slowly.
I pause for a moment before filling them in, "Long story short, I'm not a werewolf anymore. Suprise." Stiles' eyes widen.
"Not a wer-"
"I'll tell you more later but first we need a find a crazy person." They nod before we rush into an empty art classroom. I begin searching in the cabinets and under the tables.
"Scott and Isaac are in the basement, right?" Lydia questions.
"Yeah, with Ethan and Aiden." Stiles speaks up as he peaks behind a board. "The plan is we meet in the middle, in the boiler room."
Lydia freezes before turning to face us. "All of the wolves... all of the ones with the one with glowing eyes are in the basement at the boiler room?"
"Oh no." I mutter as I realize where she's going with this.
If they're all in the same place it would be the perfect way to kill all the ones with glowing eyes.
Stiles turns around to face us, "An engineer could use a boiler room to blow up the whole school."
"We have to get them out of there."
"Lydia, we have to get everyone out." Stiles' voice rises.
"But how?" His eyes dart around the room before they light up.
"I have an idea." He rushes out of the room as we follow behind him.
"Why do I get the feeling this is going to be a bad idea?" I mutter as we make our way to the fire alarm. Stiles looks around the area before pulling it. The blaring sound rings through the hallways as students and staff begin filling outside. I nod my head. "You know, Stiles. You surprised me, it's actually a good idea."
He tilts his head, "Thank you?" Lydia suddenly freezes from next to me. I turn to look at her with raised brows.
"What? I'm surprised too but-" She motions in front of me with wide eyes. I follow her gaze and stiffen. Coach stands firmly on the ground with a glare aimed at Stiles, who stands oblivious with a goofy smile overtaking his face. Lydia clears her throat as she stares pointedly behind him. His smile drops as he turns around slowly before jumping backward against the wall.
"Wow." He mutters. The next thing I know Stiles is being dragged out of the school by his ear while Lydia and I follow behind. I bite my lip to prevent the laughter from spilling out.
"Pulling a fire alarm on Mischief Night is one thing. Doing it when there's a mass murderer spotted nearby is insane!" Coach's voice rises as he lets go of Stiles' ear. "If I was four years younger, I'd punch you."
"What Coach, that doesn't make any sense."
"Oh well, it does to me." He shakes his head before running off. I turn my gaze back to Stiles as we make our way to the others.
"Very subtle Stiles. The master of subtleness in fact." He turns to give me a glare as he holds his red ear.
"Not another word about this."
"You're actually kind of lucky if you think about it. If it were four years ago, you would have had a red nose and a black eye." I laugh at the thought.
"Ha- very funny."
"We didn't find anything," Aiden states as we walk up to them.
"Not even a scent," Scott adds.
"It's 3:00, so school's over. If there was a bomb, wouldn't he have set it off by now?" Stiles questions with his brows furrowed.
"What's this guy playing at?" I run a hand through my hair in frustration.
"Does that mean everybody's safe?" Ethan wonders as we turn our gaze to Lydia.
"I don't know. I just... I don't know." Lydia says frustration shows on her face. It must be hard being a banshee. Everyone expects you to know everything. But at the end of the day, you're only human.
"Nina!" Mr. Yukimura calls from the side. "Can I speak to you for a moment?"
I ring the bell and take a deep breath. It's only for a few hours and Kira will be there. They're doing something nice for you... so be grateful. The door swings open to reveal Mr. Yukimura. Kira stands by the living room wearing sweats and a baggy jersey.
"Hi." I smile at the pair.
"Nina, hi." Kira's eyes widen before she glances down at her outfit. "Sorry... I didn't know you were coming."
"Oh, it's all good."
She glances down at her outfit one last time, "You know what, I'm just gonna go change quickly." She mutters before dashing off leaving us.
It's quiet for a while before I decide to break the ice, "Um... you have a lovely home, Mr. Yukimura."
Well, this is going to be awkward...
A few minutes and a couple of small talks later we are sat around the table. I look to my side and smile lightly at Kira before looking back down.
"Nina." Mrs. Yukimura says causing me to look up at her. "I've heard so much about your family." A mysterious glint plays in her eyes.
There's no way she could know my family was majorly werewolves right?
"What about my family?" I try to keep my face neutral.
"Your family has lived here for years. Am I correct in saying that."
"That's correct. Well until the fire." I look down at the plate sitting in front of me.
"I heard about that. I'm sorry." She says with sympathy in her voice. "I can't imagine what that's like."
"What happened?" Kira asks hesitantly.
I turn to her slowly, "A few years ago, there was a fire... most of my family was trapped in the house."
She gasps, "I'm so sorry."
I take a sip of my drink, "It's okay. It's been years."
Sensing that the mood had taken a depressing turn, Mrs. Yukimura changes the subject. "So, I'm sure that as a native Californian, you've eaten at some pretty impressive Japanese sushi restaurants. But I have to tell you that my husband is a superb chef." Mr. Yukimura enters the room and places a platter of sushi down on the table.
"I've eaten sushi a few times," I say, recalling all the times I've tried it in South America with a very annoyed Cora. "With my sister, actually. She always hated it but she never said no to free food."
"Is your sister at the school?"
"Boarding school in South America." Kira speaks up.
"Okay, we have Hamachi, Uni, Ikura, and Hirame." Mr. Yukimura says pointing to each one.
"It looks lovely, thank you." I pick up my chopsticks and take a piece of Hamachi.
"Do you have any other siblings, Nina?" Mr. Yukimura asks. His wife coughs from next to him while Kira gives him a pointed look. "What?"
"It's okay." I smile. "I have two sisters and a brother."
"What do they do?" He asks before taking a bite of Ikura.
"Dad." Kira sighs as she runs a hand through her hair. "Her family... passed away in a fire."
His eyes widen, "I'm sorry, I had no idea."
"It's fine, I don't mind. Um...Cora is my twin. She's in South America as you know. My brother, Derek he's... on a road trip. He went to visit Cora. And my older sister she's... not here anymore." I shallow before taking a bite of the Hamachi. "What about your family?" I ask quickly.
"Well, I'm Korean and my wife is Japanese." Mr. Yukimura says after swallowing a piece of sushi.
"Yukimura is Japanese, right?"
"Correct. When we were married, I took her name as she was the only surviving member of her family." I pick up a piece of Hirame and take a bite.
"Was it possible to have both names?"
"We were married in Japan where the law says that the couple must share the same name. To belong to the same Koseki." Mrs. Yukimura replies.
"If you were married in Japan, did you move from there to California?"
"We lived in New York until recently."
"Why did you choose California?" I pick up another piece of Hamachi.
"I have family ties here. Several generations, but we always felt a pull towards this town."
"My wife's lineage is quite unique. I was actually going to discuss it in class." Mr. Yukimura speaks up.
"Please don't" Kira cringes.
"Kira." Mrs. Yukimura scolds. "You should be proud of your heritage."
"It was a profound honor to join your mother's family."
A smile overtakes my lips as I watch the exchange. I wish I had moments like this with my parents. I was only 11 when they died so I never got to experience the apparent 'moody' teenager phase with them or my first day of high school...
I take a sip of water as I feel a lump forming in my throat. I can't change the past and I can't change what happened, but a part of me will always wonder what if and what could have been.
After the meal, Kira and I went to her room to eat some ice cream. While she goes to fetch it I decide to try and phone Derek.
"Come on, Derek." I mutter. There are a few rings before it goes silent. I furrow my brows before checking the screen.
declined
Someone must have his phone... or maybe he just doesn't want to talk.
"Okay... Vanilla or Chocolate." Kira comes in with two different cartons. "We only have these ones"
"Chocolate is great, thanks." She passes me the ice cream as I plop down on her bed.
"Who were you calling?"
"My brother, Derek."
"He's on a road trip, right?"
"Yeah. He was supposed to return already, but he never did."
Kira thinks for a bit, "Maybe he's just taking a little detour."
"I think you're right about that." I lie. There's no way Derek would just want to turn off his phone and go wherever his heart takes him with his favorite psychotic uncle.
It's quiet for a bit as we just sit and eat ice cream before Kira suddenly speaks up, "I wanted to ask you. Why did you try to face the coyote?"
"At the school?" She nods. "I thought maybe if I could lead it away somewhere then it wouldn't go after you." It's not a complete lie. I did want to make sure Kira was safe but I wasn't going to lead it anywhere.
"Thank you." She smiles as she gets another spoonful of ice cream.
"How was your life in New York? Did you have many friends?"
"A few." She turns to look at me. "Life there was okay but it wasn't perfect, you know. Sometimes it just didn't feel like..."
"Like you belonged there." I finish for her. "I know what that feels like. I was in South America with Cora for a few years and I was fine there but it never felt like I was meant to be there. I always felt a pull to come back home. I don't think Cora felt the same way."
"What is your sister like?"
"She... she can be very scary but she does what she feels is right. And she's never afraid to speak her mind even if it gets her in trouble. And it has, multiple times." I shake my head with a light laugh. "She wasn't always like that though. She used to be carefree and clumsy... very clumsy. But things changed."
Kira takes a spoonful of ice cream, "Here's to new beginnings."
I smile before getting a spoonful as well. "New beginnings."
After a few more minutes, maybe hours, of talking I decide It's probably time to hit the road. I make sure to give my thanks to Mr. and Mrs. Yukirmura before heading outside with Kira.
"Thanks for dinner." I smile as I walk down the steps to my motorbike. It was an amazing change to finally have a night of normalcy. No supernatural talks. No risking your life -unless you count the wasabi. It's great to have a normal friend for a change.
"Thank you, and not just because you saved me from getting eaten by a coyote."
"What else did I do?"
"You remembered my name."
"It's a great name." I am about to get on my motorbike when something sharp hits the side of my head.
Everything goes black.
"Nina! Nina." Someone shakes me. I open my eyes to see Scott's wide ones. "Are you okay?" My head starts pounding.
I groan and bring my hand up to my forehead. Blood coats my fingers. "I'll heal." No, I won't... Scott grabs my arm and helps me to my feet.
"Are you sure you're okay?" He keeps his hands on my arms.
"I'll be fi- Kira? Where's Kira?" I dart my eyes around the area. "There was a guy... he hit me on the head. I don't know who-"
"Barrow," Stiles speaks up.
"Barrow? Why would he take her?"
"There was a coded message on the blackboard telling him to take her. He's been after her the whole time."
"Isaac and Allison are trying to figure out what it means for flies to come out of people's bodies." Lydia rushed.
"What did they find?" I question.
"We don't know yet." Stiles sighs.
Scott pulls his phone out of his pocket, "I'll find out." He then looks me in the eyes. "You good?"
"I'm good."
He nods before walking off to the side, "Isaac, did you find anything?"
My view suddenly starts to spin. I squeeze my eyes shut as pain still floods through my head. I feel myself rock before I lose my balance and begin to fall.
"Whoa, you okay?" Stiles asks as he puts an arm around me
Scott, who was a few feet away from us, turns around swiftly. "Alright, thanks." He hangs up the phone and joins me by my side. "What happened."
"I'm okay, I just got a little dizzy that's all."
"A little dizzy? If I wasn't here, you would have passed out."
Scott checks the cut on my head. "It looks pretty deep. Maybe you wanna see a doctor?" He leaves a hand on my shoulder.
"I'm okay really. I need to help Kira."
"You sure?"
"Yes, Scott." I smile. Trying my best to hide the throbbing pain in my head. He doesn't say anything else but drops his hand down to mine.
"They didn't find anything. We have to think of something, he's going to kill her."
"I knew he was there. How did I know that?" Lydia says with worry in her voice.
"Because you heard the flies right?" Stile looks at her.
"What do you hear now?" Scott.
Lydia glances down as her eyes stare off, "Nothing." She says with defeat. "I feel like I can do this. But I don't know what to do. It's like it's on the tip of my tongue, and I don't know how to trigger it." She turns away from us. "I just- I swear to God, it literally makes me want to scream." Her voice rises in frustration.
"Okay, then scream." Stiles takes a determined step toward her. "Lydia scream."
And scream she does. I cover my ears as the pain in my head intensifies. Her voice suddenly dies down as she stares off before slowly looking around. Her eyes finally settle on the street light.
"Lydia?"
"It's not flies." She darts around, making me jump back into Scott. "It's electricity."
"Wait a second, Barrow was an electrical engineer. He worked at a power substation." Stiles remembers.
"What substation?"
Stiles informs us and we all exchange looks before rushing to our vehicles. I go to hop onto my motorbike but Scott stops me.
"Are you sure you can drive like this? You know what it says in the learner's book."
"I need to help Kira, Scott. She's innocent. She never did anything wrong."
"Why don't you get a lift with Stiles? I can get your motorbike later, okay?" I nod my head slowly.
"Okay." He grabs my hand before walking over to the jeep.
"She can't drive by herself." He says. Stiles nods and opens the door for me, "I'll meet you there." He gives me one last glance before rushing off to his motorbike. I clamber into the jeep keeping my eyes trained on my motorbike as we drive off.
I'll see you soon...
After a few minutes of tense silence, we make it to the substation. Stiles parks the jeep next to Scott's motorbike and jumps out first.
"Okay. Wait here, alright? Just wait for the cops to come."
"Not happening." I say getting out of the jeep. "I may be human but I'm not sitting out."
"I was talking to Lydia."
"Oh..." I trail off following after him.
"Me? Wait, why?"
"I only got one bat."
Oh, stiles...
I pinch the bridge of my nose. "What about me, Stiles."
"You don't play baseball." He shrugs are we run after Scott.
"Neither do you." We keep running down corridors until a bang sounds from further along. We sprint down along the corridor and enter a room just in time to see Barrow bringing an electrical wire to Kira.
"Kira!" I scream as I run forward. Suddenly Barrow goes flying backward as sparks fly from every electrical box. The force brings me backward as I fall against the metal fence. My body is filled with unbearable pain as my body falls to the ground. My vision gets blurry but I try to focus on Kira. I blink my eyes.
That can't be right...I must be seeing things.
There's no way Kira is absorbing electricity through her hands... I must have a concussion of some sort. After all, I was knocked unconscious not even an hour ago.
My eyes suddenly feel heavy before everything goes black again.
Season 3B
Episode 3 (Galvanize)
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