Chapter 9
"Idioms, analogies, metaphors, and similes, all tools the writer uses to tell their story."
I tap my fingers on the desk as Ms. Blake stalks around the class with her heels clicking each step. I let out a breath and turn my gaze outside the window.
I really envy Cora right now. I wonder what she's doing. I wonder what Derek's doing...
Are Ms. Blake and Derek together? Why else would the Alphas bring her with if she meant nothing to him? If they are together and Derek's happy then so am I but she's still my teacher.
And that just feels wrong...
"Ms. Hale." She stops next to my desk. "Are you paying attention?"
"Sorry what?"
"Apparently not. I don't know about you, but I don't think staring out the window is going to teach you anything about figures of speech."
"I think I'll manage. I'm pretty unique if you haven't noticed." I smile at my attempt at an idiom.
"Yes you are." She says with a slight smirk before turning to Lydia, next to me. "Lydia, I wasn't aware you had so many hidden talents." I follow her gaze and see Lydia drawing a tree.
Again? She must really love trees.
"You and every guy I've ever dated." She responds with a smile. I let out a light laugh at her boldness.
"Oh, um, well, that was an idiom, by the way." Ms. Blake stumbles, continuing to walk forward. "Idioms are something of a secret to the people who know the language or the culture." She says while glancing at me, Scott and Stiles. "They're phrases that only make sense if you know keywords. Saying 'jump the gun' is meaningful only if you know about the starting gun in a race or a phrase like 'seeing the whole board'."
"Like chess."
"That's right, Stiles." She turns to look at him. "Do you play?"
"Uh, no. My father does." She smiles before continuing her walk to the front of the class.
"Now, when does an idiom become a cliche?..." She continues. I rest my head on my hand as I turn my gaze to Scott in front of me.
"What's the plan?" I whisper to him. He leans back and turns to face me.
"What plan?"
"To get even. They killed Boyd, remember."
"We're not going to kill anyone." His eyes widen.
"I know, I don't want to either but Cora's getting frustrated."
"Can't you talk to her."
"I've tried. She's even more stubborn than Derek." I click my tongue. "Maybe if we try talking to the Twins or something? But I don't think Aiden is really a 'let's talk about our feelings' kind of guy." Scott thinks for a while before leaning over to Stiles.
"I think I can get to Ethan. I'm pretty sure I can make him talk." Scott whispers.
"What do you want to do that for?"
"If we talk to Ethan maybe he'll see reason and tell us what he knows." I bring up.
"The druids are emissaries, right?" Scott adds. "So what if the Darach was an emissary to the Alphas?"
"Okay, first of all, I cannot believe that we've gotten to the point where a sentence like 'what if the Darach was an emissary to the alphas?' actually makes sense to me." He breathes out. "Second of all, we're gonna have a huge problem getting to Ethan."
"What's that?"
"Going through Aiden." Stiles says. "Ever since he's been back at school, they're always together. How are we gonna separate them again?" They stare ahead for a few seconds before simultaneously turning to face Lydia who's sat next to me. She looks up with an annoyed look on her face.
"What now?"
"Why are you even talking to me?" Ethan glances between us. "I helped kill your friend."
"Trust me, we haven't forgotten about that." I glare at him.
"How do you know I'm not gonna kill another one." His eyes move to Stiles.
"Is he looking at me?" Stiles' eyes widen slightly. "Are you threatening me? You know what I'm gonna do?" He takes a confident step towards him. "I'm going to break off an extra-large branch of Mountain Ash, wrap it in Wolfsbane, roll it in Mistletoe, and shove it up your freaking-"
"Stiles!" Scott exclaims pushing him back. "Okay, we get it."
"Wow, that was very vivid." I mutter quirking my head to the side. "Thank you for that... image."
"We're talking to you because I know that you didn't want to kill Boyd." Scott says calmly. "And I think that if something like that happened now, you wouldn't do it again." I turn my gaze over to Scott with a slight smile threatening my lips.
He's very admirable, he's really great at keeping a level-head and being sensible. From a family of Hales... I respect that.
"You don't know what we owe them, especially Deucalion." His eyes soften. "We weren't like Kali and Ennis when we met him. We weren't Alphas."
"What were you?"
"Omegas." Ethan crosses his arms over his chest. "In actual wolf packs, Omegas are the scapegoat, the last to eat, the one who has to take the abuse from the rest of the pack."
"So you and your brother were like, the bitches of the pack?" Stiles brings up.
"Something like that."
"What happened?" Scott questions.
"They were killers." Ethan's eyes darken. "I mean, people talk about us as monsters. Well, they were the ones who gave us that reputation. And our Alpha was the worst of them."
"Why didn't you guys just fight back?" Stiles asks. "Form Voltron Wolf, you know? Kick everyone's asses."
"We couldn't, we didn't know how to control it back then."
"Deucalion taught you." Scott figures out.
"And then we fought." His voice rises. "We took down the whole pack, one-by-one. And by the time we got to our Alpha, he was begging for his life." He takes a breath. "And we tore him apart. Literally."
"What about your emissary?" Ethan shakes his head. "They're all dead? Kali and Ennis' too?"
"All of them except for Deucalion's."
"You mean Morell?" Stiles voices. Ethan suddenly gasps and puts a hand to his chest.
"What?" I furrow my brows.
"Are you hurt?" Scott's eyes widen.
"Not me. My brother."
"Cora, you idiot." I mutter as I feel pain appear on my side. I quickly turn around and sprint to Coach's office where Lydia is distracting Aiden. I swing open the door to see her staring into the boy's locker room with wide eyes. I follow her gaze and see Aiden about to hit Cora over the head with a weight. I growl and charge at him as it hits Cora's temple. Pain throbs by my head as I push him to the side and he crashes into the wall. He gets up and growls at me before slashing at my side. I turn back to him and punch his face. He looks beyond annoyed now as he stares into my eyes with his own red ones. Blood drips down his nose as he puts a hand around my throat before pushing me against the wall behind him. I gasp as his claws dig into my neck.
"Stop!" Scott's voice yells as he grabs onto Aiden's arm. His red eyes burn into mine before he releases his grip. I fall to the ground as I catch my breath. Ethan grabs ahold of his brother while Scott bends down to my figure. "Are you okay?"
"I'm okay." I breathe out placing a hand on my neck. He grabs my arm and helps me to my feet.
"Aiden! You can't do this!" Ethan yells at his brother.
"She came at me!"
"It doesn't matter! Kali gave Derek until the next full moon. You can't touch him or them." Aiden stares at Cora without saying anything. Ethan nods at Scott before taking his brother out of the room. I immediately rush over to Cora's side.
"Are you okay?" My eyes soften as I stare at her scrunched-up face.
"I think she's pretty hurt." Stiles looks over at her.
"Cora, your head." She brings her hand up to her head but retracts it immediately with a hiss. "Come on." I grab her arm and help her to her feet before taking her to the working sink. She grabs a paper towel and begins cleaning her head with water.
"Are you okay?" Scott asks with his arms crossed.
"She doesn't look okay." Lydia adds.
"I'll heal." She steps away from the mirror with a sigh and takes a step back but stumbles. I put a hand on her arm to stabilize her.
"Do you realize how suicidally crazy that was?" Stiles looks at her. "What were you thinking going after them?" She turns around suddenly with a hard look.
"I did it for Boyd. None of you were doing anything."
"But that was just stupid, Cora." She turns her gaze to me. "At least you could've asked for my help."
"Would you have killed him? Cause I would." Her eyes go back to the other three. "It's better than sitting around doing nothing after what just happened."
"We're trying," Scott says.
"And you're failing." She bites back. "You're just a bunch of stupid teenagers running around, thinking that you can stop people from getting killed. But all you do is show up late. All you really do is find the bodies." With that, she gives us one more glance before walking out of the locker room.
"She's definitely a Hale." Stiles says. I glare at him.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Well, you know...Derek-like." Stiles struggles to say.
"And what is that supposed to mean." I cross my arms over my chest.
"Um, well, you know..." Stiles looks to Scott and Lydia for help but they just shrug. I keep my arms crossed and raise my brows at him.
"You know what." Stiles smacks his lips together. "I'm just going to make sure Cora gets home." He says as he starts walking away.
"Just messing with you Stiles." I laugh slapping him on the shoulder as he walks past. He stops and turns around to face me with a glare. "I may look similar to Derek but I agree, she is definitely more Derek-like than me."
"Sourwolf." He mutters before turning around to walk away.
"I'll come with." I smirk, giving one last nod to Scott and Lydia.
"Oh great." I follow after him and walk beside him as he lefts out a huff of air. I spot Cora further up ahead and rush over to her.
"Come on, let's go." I grab her hand and we follow Stiles to his jeep. She sits in the front while I sit in the backseat.
"Don't you both have classes?" Cora rolls her eyes.
"Seriously, you're worried about our education after what just happened?" Stiles glances at her.
"She's just jealous." Cora slowly turns her head around to look at me with a glare firmly planted on her face. Stiles' phone suddenly starts ringing. Being the law-abiding citizen that he is, he puts the phone in the phone holder and answers it.
"We found the pattern." Allison says quickly. "Virgins, Warriors, Healers, Philosophers-"
"Philosophers?" Stiles furrows his brows.
"-and guardians, which after last night has to mean something like law enforcement, right? Stiles, you have to tell your dad. Tell him whatever you need but you have to get him to believe. Tell your dad. Warn him."
"Okay, okay, okay, I know." Stiles ends the call.
"What are you going to do?" Cora glances at him.
"I'm going to tell him the truth. And I'm going to need your help. Both of you." Stiles says glancing at me through the rear-view mirror.
"Whatever you need."
"Maybe you want to get to the point, Stiles." I roll my eyes before turning to Mr. Stilinski in the corner of the room. "Sorry for the hold-up."
"Yes, okay." Stiles says stopping to point to his dad. "No, oh-"
"Stiles?" He asks annoyed.
"Dad, I'm sorry, okay? I'm just I'm trying to- I'm just trying to figure out how to start here."
"Hey, I don't have this kind of time." Stiles glances over at me and I give him a reassuring nod.
I can't imagine how hard it must be to tell someone you love about the supernatural world. For me, my entire family knew so I never had to deal with that. But for someone like Stiles, it's different. Trying to explain something this crazy to another person without sounding like an idiot...that's a real challenge. And then it's the whole thing about if you really want to put that burden on their shoulders. Finding out that monsters actually exist is enough to make most people insomniacs.
"Um, for the last year, you've had all these cases that you couldn't figure out, right? I mean, all the murders involving Kate Argent-" My body stiffens.
Kate Argent... the woman who murdered my family. I'm glad she's dead because if she was alive, I'm afraid that I might have turned into another Peter. Into a bloodthirsty killer...
"-and then Matt killing all the people who had drowned him, and all these murders right now. It's like you've been playing a losing game." Stiles continues.
"Stiles the last thing I need right now is a job performance review from my own son."
"I know," Stiles mumbles. He rubs his head in frustration as his eyes glance around the room. His face lights up as he grabs a chessboard.
"Okay, see, but that's- that's just it, dad. The reason that you're losing the game is because you've never been able to see the whole board." Stiles puts the chessboard on the table and opens it up. Mr. Stilinski looks just as confused as I am as he stares at his son. "I need to show you the whole board." He immediately begins setting up the chessboard and labels each piece with different colored sticky notes. He then begins explaining the whole story to his dad. After a few minutes, Mr. Stilinski looks like he has just been in a university maths lecture.
"Scott and Derek are werewolves?" He says slowly.
"Yes." Stiles says looking hopeful.
"And Kate Argent was a werewolf."
"Hunter." Stiles says, his hope dying down. "It's uh...purple's hunter."
"Along with Allison and her father." Cora adds.
Allison is a hunter? So she was the person at the abandoned mall and at the school that night. She helped save us. But how can she be a hunter and want to help werewolves?
All hunters are the same. Unless...
"Yeah, and-and my friend Deaton, the veterinarian, is a Kanima?"
"Well, no, no, no, no, no, he's a druid." Stiles says. "Well, we think."
"So who's the Kanima?"
"Jackson."
"No, Jackson's a werewolf."
"Jackson was a Kanima first, but after Derek and Peter killed him he came back to life as a werewolf. Now he's in London." I shake my head at this strange combination of people in Beacon Hills.
"Who's the Darak?"
"It's Darach."
"We don't know yet."
"We don't know yet." Stiles says confirming what Cora said.
"But he was killed by werewolves?" Mr. Stilinski asks still confused.
"Slashed up and left for dead."
"We think." Cora says.
"We think." Stiles mumbles. Mr. Stilinski lets out a breath while studying the board.
"Why was Jackson the Kanima?"
"Cause sometimes the shape you take reflects the person you are."
"And what shape would an increasingly confused and angrier-by-the-second father take?" He squints his eyes at his son with his arms crossed over his chest.
"Uh, that would be more of an expression, like the one you're currently wearing."
"Yeah." His dad says getting up and getting ready to walk away.
"Dad, dad would you- I can prove it, okay?" Stiles says blocking his dad's way. "Look, they're one of them. Werewolves."
"Stiles, Stiles! That's enough." His dad says in a stern voice. He then proceeds to walk away.
"Dad, can you please just hold on." Stiles turns his gaze to us.
"You guys ready." I nod and stand up alongside Cora.
"What do you wanna do?" I whisper to her. "Glowing eyes, fangs, claws, or all three?"
"Okay, dad just watch this."
"I'm going for all three." I get ready to glow my eyes and go into werewolf mode, but Cora starts to wobble and then falls to the floor. I bend down next to her.
"That wasn't part of the plan." I whisper nudging her shoulder, but she doesn't get up. She doesn't move. "Cora?" Mr. Stilinski pushes past Stiles and bends down next to her. He checks her pulse, before looking over his shoulder to Stiles.
"Call an ambulance."
"What happened?"
"She went after Aiden." I look up at his face. "He really hurt her. And then she just-" I wipe a tear from my eye. "I don't know what happened. She should've healed. Why isn't she healing?" Derek takes the seat next to mine and stares at Cora's unconscious figure.
"I don't know."
"She'll be okay, right?" I ask hesitantly.
"I don't know." We continue to sit in silence as we wait for something to happen. For her to be okay. To smile at us and make some snarky remark, but she just lays there, silently.
"It's killing me." I jump up from my seat. "I can't lose her. I can't-"
"It'll be alright." Derek wraps me in a hug. "I promise." He strokes my hair as we stay like that for a while until my phone beeps in my pocket. I pull away from him and answer it.
"Hello?" I ask, wiping away a few stray tears.
"We figured out who the next target is." Scott's voice sounds.
"Who?"
"Teachers, they're all here at the recital. It's the perfect hunting ground."
"Okay." I turn my gaze to Derek and he nods slowly. "I'll be there." I hang up the phone and stare at Cora.
"You need to help them."
"Why?" I turn my gaze to him. "To protect your girlfriend?"
"No, that's not-" He freezes. "How did you know?"
"Seriously?" I smile lightly. "I'm a werewolf and she's my English teacher. I was bound to figure it out. I'm happy for you though." He quirks the corner of his lip up before his eyes shift back to Cora's figure.
"I'll look after her. They need you there."
"Cora needs me more."
"Someone innocent is going to be ritually sacrificed tonight. Cora would want you to help instead of being stuck here, okay." I keep my eyes trained on Cora's closed ones for a few moments before letting out a shaky breath.
"Let me know what happens." I grab my jacket off the chair. "If she so much as blinks, I wanna know about it, okay?" I move a strand of Cora's hair behind her ear. "You wake up, okay?" I take a step back and look at Derek. "Take care." I turn around and begin to walk out of the room.
"Nina." He calls. I look over at him with raised brows. "Don't die."
"I don't intend to."
"Is everything okay?"
"Yeah, why?" I stare up at Scott's eyes.
"Stiles told me what happened." I look down at my feet. "You didn't have to come through. I would've understood."
"I know, but I'm not going to be doing much at the hospital and at least here I can help someone."
"Do they know what happened to her?"
"No clue. She should've healed by now and I-I don't know why-" My voice cracks. Scott suddenly grabs my hand causing me to look up into his eyes.
"She'll be okay." He smiles lightly. I return his smile while keeping my eyes on his. Somehow his eye make me believe him, make me feel like everything is going to be alright. His soft, brown eyes...
My phone beeps in my pocket. I hesitantly let go of Scott's hand and take it out of my pocket.
Derek
"Coming now." I glance at Scott before walking outside the hall. "How is she?"
"She's awake."
"Can I speak to her?" I hear the phone shuffling before Cora's weak voice sounds.
"Nina?"
"Hey, how you feeling?"
"How do you think?" She tries but her voice cracks.
"Just hang in there, okay? We're gonna figure this whole thing out."
"Where are you?"
"At the school recital, the Darach is here."
"Is it hurting you?" She asks after a while. "Me being in pain?" My body stiffens.
"Y-yeah it is." I mutter out as I fidget with my fingers.
The truth is, usually I'm able to feel some of her pain, not all but just a small fraction... But right now it's like the connection is gone. I can't feel anything...
"Stay safe, okay?" She says bringing me out of my head.
"You too." I hang up the phone and let out a breath.
At least she's awake... maybe she'll start healing now?
"Lydia? Oh- it's just you."
"Nice to see you too, Stiles." I roll my eyes, following him back into the hall. "How can you even confuse us?"
"Sorry, I can't find Lydia. She was just- Scott, have you seen Lydia?"
"She's he-" He turns around but stops. "Lydia?" My eyes dart around the hall but I don't see the strawberry-blonde girl anyway. "She was just here." We exchange glances before dashing outside.
"Lydia!"
"Try your werewolf vision." Stiles rushes. I glow my eyes but still don't see anything remotely Lydia-like. "Anything?"
"Nothing." I say while Scott shakes his head. Stiles whips out his phone and scrolls through it.
"She's not answering texts. What do we do?"
"Um..." I rake my brain for any ideas, but I can't think of anything. My brain feels like a mess. A loud ear-piercing scream sounds through the night. I cover my ears with my hands as I bend over in pain.
it's so loud... how is that possible?
I groan in pain as it feels like my eardrums are about to burst.
"Guys?" Stiles asks as he bends down to our level. As suddenly as it came it stops. it's quiet. I turn my gaze to Scott before we sprint off towards the school."Guys!" He screams after us.
I run as fast as I can after Scott. He stops by a classroom and stiffens. I follow his gaze and my eyes widen. Lydia is tied down to a chair with a garrotte around her neck. But that's not the terrifying thing... It's who's standing next to her.
Ms. Blake
She's the Darach... she's the one taking people. She's the one killing people...
Derek really knows how to pick them...
My eyes move around the room and freeze as I spot Mr. Stilinski lying on the floor with a knife in his shoulder. Scott roars and charges at her while I bend down next to him.
"Are you okay?" He seems dazed and confused as he stares at Scott.
"It's all real..." He whispers. A loud bang sounds next to me as Scott suddenly goes flying across the room into a stack of chairs. I stand up quickly and stare at her.
How can she do that?
I charge towards her and place my hands on a table before propelling my legs towards her. It hits her square in the chest and she stumbles. I fall to the floor and quickly scramble to my feet. She recovers fast and manages to hit my chest with her open palm sending me flying backward next to Mr. Stilinski. I cough as blood starts dripping from my lips.
"Bad plan." I whisper before resting my aching head against a chair. Stiles' wide eyes appear by the door before a table is pushed in front of it, trapping him outside. He bangs on the door as his dad stands up with his gun pointed at Ms. Blake, knife still stuck in his shoulder. She slowly starts stalking closer to him.
"There was a girl." He starts. "Years ago, we found her in the woods, her face and body slashed apart. That was you, wasn't it?"
"Maybe I should've started with Philosophers, with knowledge and strategy." Mr. Stilinski aims the gun at her leg and shoots. She hisses in pain and looks down at her leg as it immediately heals.
that's a first
"Healers." She continues walking as if nothing happened. She grabs ahold of the knife and raises him up. He groans in pain as the knife cuts deeper into his body. She pushes him back into a stack of chairs.
"Stop..." I try to stand but I keep stumbling.
"Warriors." She rips off his police badge. "Guardians." She crashes the badge and throws it on the floor. "Virgins." She kisses him. I freeze as I watch her transform. Standing in front of us was no longer Ms. Blake, but rather the slashed-up, pale face of the Darach.
"No..." I manage to get to my feet as I advance towards them but I'm too late. She runs to the window with Mr. Stilinski. Stiles runs up next to me as he stares out the broken window.
"Dad!"
But it's too late. He's gone... gone along with the Darach.
Season 3A
Episode 9 (The Girl Who Knew Too Much)
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