"Stiles?" 

My voice was faint as it carried through the jeep. I don't exactly remember getting in the jeep after the fight with Scott, but we both had and now we were driving. The rain had stopped, but our clothes were still damp and my hair was sticking to my face. The bloody wrench was sitting on the seats in the back and Stiles kept glancing in his rearview mirror at the damn thing. 

I wish I had known the significance of the wrench, because I don't know what it was for. I'm assuming that was what Stiles had killed Donovan with, but I'm not sure. Theo said something about scaffolding falling down so maybe that was what killed him. I'm not sure if I even ask Stiles if he will tell me the story.

The anger for Scott is gone, instead it's replaced with worry for Stiles. I'm not fighting it, because I want to feel something other than anger or hurt from Scott. I don't know what it is about Scott but he seems to be an extremely heavy influence on my emotional state. 

Steam started to pour out of the hood of the jeep, and it slowly came to a stop. Smoke then floated through the vents into the jeep and Stiles and I both began to cough as he pulled over to the side of the road. I quickly exited the vehicle covering my mouth as I coughed manically. The smoke was burning my lungs. 

Stiles slammed his door shut and then made his way to the back of the jeep, opening the hatch and grabbing his tool kit. I cleared my throat as I watched him round back up to the front of the jeep. His eyes narrowed as he tossed the kit to the cement. I was afraid to speak, so instead I watched him quickly pop the hood and then snatch the kit off the ground, setting it up beside him. He opened the lid to where all his wrenches were and he paused momentarily before hurling the entire thing over his shoulder out into the middle of the road. 

My eyes widened as he shoved past me and pulled open the passenger door, leaning over the center console to grab the wrench from the backseat. He slid out of the jeep, slamming the door shut again, and then started walking back towards the front of the jeep. He lifted his arm to throw it out towards the kit, but then he turned around and hurled it at the jeep. I screamed as I thought it was about to hit me in the face, but it missed and cracked the side of the windshield. 

Glass fell onto the hood and he stormed over to the drivers side of the jeep, where he collapsed onto the ground and pulled his knees up to his chest. He had his forehead pressed into the tops of his knees and he was rocking back and forth slightly. 

I slowly approached him, crouching down in front of him, "Stiles?" 

"I'm really not in the mood for your emotionally disconnected bullshit, Kasey." he muttered, not bothering to even glance at me. 

I swallowed thickly, I guess I deserved that. 

With a sigh, I sat down beside him and bit down at my lip, "I know that I haven't exactly been the most pleasant person to be around lately, but I'm not like that right now. I'm Kasey again, and I'm not sure how long this is going to last, and I'm not saying that just to get you to talk to me, either." 

"Did you see how he was looking at me?" he asked as he lifted his head slowly. 

I nodded, "Yeah, like you had tried to kill him with the wrench, instead of Donovan."

"That's the thing," Stiles breathed out, "I didn't even kill Donovan with the wrench. I hit him with it because he came at me while I was trying to fix my jeep. I lost the wrench somewhere in the library. Donovan died because these beams fell down from the scaffold thing that I was climbing on, one of them went right through him." 

I blinked in confusion, "Then why did the wrench even matter?" 

He shrugged, "I don't know." 

"Are you mad at him?" I asked, because I couldn't exactly pinpoint all of the emotions pouring off of him at the moment. 

Stiles nodded, "For not believing me, yeah. I mean, aren't you?" 

I was silent, because I didn't want to invite the anger back in. I was finally feeling semi-normal again and I didn't want to lose it. Scott can hate me all he wants but I'm not feeding into this constant battle anymore. He made his decision. He doesn't want to believe Stiles or myself, which means that he doesn't want us in his life right now-- if ever again. 

To be honest, I'm not okay with the idea of losing my brother but maybe I have to be. Maybe I have to lose him in order to get him back again at some point. He's turning me into a human with no humanity and I can't stand to feel the way I had been feeling. 

"I think you're gonna have to have your jeep towed." I stated, changing the subject swiftly. 

He nodded, "Probably. I really did a number on the windshield, too." 

"Yeah, I'm not sure why you threw the wrench like that." I agreed. 

Stiles has been more aggressive with his anger lately, it was something that I don't exactly like seeing because I don't like seeing him give into a darker side of himself like that. It's a dangerous game, I should know. I don't want him going down the same path that I am. I don't want him to be anything remotely similar to me, because Lord knows that I'm a mess and I'm falling apart.

He sighed loudly, "I'm glad you're back." 

"Me too," 

⬘ ⬘ ⬘

I was running, and I was running because I was being chased by something. I don't know what it is, but my gut is telling me to keep running. It's dark, meaning it's still night out, but I don't even remember starting to run. I remember sitting with Stiles at his jeep but that's it. I remember talking about how I'm starting to act like my old self. I remember talking about Scott and the Dread Doctors. I remember just talking. 

I don't remember running. 

So, the question is why am I running? And why can't I stop?

Everything is moving so fast I can barely tell where I'm at, I know that I'm on a street. I'm barreling through front yards and hoping over fences. I don't know where I'm going. I'm not in control of my body, somebody else is. I'm just along for the ride. 

Police sirens were echoing around in the distance and I know now who I'm being chased by, the Beacon Hills Sheriff's Department. I don't know why I'm running from them or why they are even after me, I just know that my heart is pounding and I'm running.

I can see black smoke around my feet, and I'm not exactly sure where it's coming from. Suddenly, a cop car flies out in front of me and my body leaps over the hood of the car. I'm screaming as I'm jerked forward, rolling as the intensity of the jump was too much too soon. I'm back on my feet immediately and once again I'm running, a bit slower than before so I can take in my surroundings. 

For some unknown reason, I'm running towards the school. 

The sirens continued to wail in the distance and I came to a skidding halt in front of the sign of the school. The concrete sign where the Hale vault was hidden underneath. I see two arms, that I thought to be my own, grab the sign. The arms are big and black with the smoke pouring off of them. These aren't my arms... this isn't my body. 

The sign was yanked up out of the ground and tossed in the direction of the school, I could hear it crash through the ceiling. I turned my head to see Stiles' dad's car approaching the school. I was moving quickly again, and before I could warn Stiles' dad to turn around, I was gone. 

"Kasey?" 

I jolted upright, my arms flailing out to the sides hitting the door of the jeep. I winced as my body continued to move, unsure of my surroundings for a moment. Stiles was sitting in the seat beside me, his eyes wide as he watched me have a moment of panic. 

He blinked slowly as he grabbed my hand, "It's just me, it's Stiles." 

I was breathing heavily as I stopped my movements. It's just Stiles. I fell asleep in his jeep. It was all just a dream. I was dreaming. 

"I'm sorry," I panted, slightly out of breath. 

Stiles squeezed my hand, "What were you dreaming about? You were mumbling something." 

"I don't remember," I lied. 

Whatever my dream meant, I can only imagine that it's not good. I don't want tell him about it. I'm just now starting to feel like myself again and I don't want to possibly jeopardize it because of some insane dream that didn't even make any sense. Like, what even happened? I threw a sign into the school even though I wasn't actually me?

He sighed, "Kase--" 

"It's not a big deal, I'm fine." I attempted to assure him. 

I mean, I'm probably the exact opposite of fine to be honest but I don't want him thinking that. He already thinks I'm a big enough mess as it is. 

The air in the jeep was starting to become too thick to breathe, so I pushed open the door and practically fell out onto the side of the street. My legs buckled beneath me and I hit the pavement rather hard. Stiles scrambled out of the jeep, rushing to my side. I waved off his hands and just let out a sigh. I'm falling apart. 

"Are you sure you're okay? Maybe we need to talk to Deaton, he might have some answers about what the Dread Doctors may have done to you." he rushed out quickly, noticing that I had scratched my arm on the pavement and blood was appearing on my skin. 

I chuckled to myself as I watched my wound miraculously heal, "I'm fine, see? Everything is A okay."

"You falling out of the jeep doesn't exactly qualify as okay in my book," he said as he narrowed his eyes in concern. 

I don't understand whats going on with me and I doubt that Deaton will have any better ideas about it all. The Dread Doctors are just a wild card in general and nobody knows what they're doing or why they're doing it. 

"Did you call a tow truck yet?" I asked him, quickly changing the subject. 

He sighed and stood up, "No. I'll do that now." 

I watched as he walked to the other side of the jeep to make his phone call. We decided to just call it a night last night and stay in the jeep because it obviously wasn't moving and Stiles nor myself was in the emotionally state to call a tow truck and deal with trying to make our way back home from here. I'm still not sure how exactly we are gonna get home.

My cell phone vibrated and I pulled it out of my back pocket to see that it was a text from Mason. I haven't been texting him back whenever he has been asking me if I'm okay. I let out a sigh as I pulled the message open.

Text From: Maysun Hue-it

Hey, you haven't been getting back to me and I was just wondering if you were okay? 

Text To: Maysun Hue-it

I'm doing better, sorry I've been caught up with some stuff lately. Thanks for checking up.

Stiles appeared in front of me again and he was sliding his cell phone into his pocket, "They will be here in like twenty minutes and I called Malia to come pick us up." 

"Okay, sounds like a plan." 

⬘ ⬘ ⬘

"Can they fix it?" Malia asked Stiles, who was sitting in the front passenger seat beside her. I was in the back, and I was perfectly okay with that. Malia is obviously still a little upset with me for how I acted with her yesterday and I don't blame her. I only wish that my behavior then was the last we would see of that side of me but I don't think it will be. 

Stiles shook his head from side to side, "There's not enough duct tape in the world to fix that thing." 

"Maybe you should try something other than duct tape?" Malia suggested. 

I had been making the same suggestion to him for God knows how long. Stiles is stubborn and wants to try and fix everything himself even though he doesn't know what the hell he's doing. I understand his attachment to the jeep because it's been with us through everything, but if he doesn't put some serious work into it the poor thing may just end up being totaled out. 

"It's got a bad alternator, you know, needs all new belts, transmissions going... The brake pads are basically metal on metal." Stiles began to explain the plethora of problems he had with his jeep. 

Malia glanced at him in confusion, "How come you let it get so bad?" 

"There's been a few distractions if you haven't noticed." he mumbled, his eyes glancing at something outside the window. 

She sighed, "I notice. More than you think I do." 

"I didn't mean it like that--" 

"Am I taking you home?" she asked, cutting Stiles off as he was about to apologize. 

He shook his head from side to side, "No. Sheriff Station. I gotta talk to my dad." 

"What about Kasey?" she asked, her eyes drifting to me in the rearview mirror. 

I swallowed thickly, "Uh, you can just drop me off with him... you don't have to take me to my house. We've bothered you enough."

"Do you want to go home?" she inquired. 

Stiles glanced at me and I nodded, "I probably should go home, yeah. I need to get a shower and change. I can meet Stiles back at the station and pick him up." 

"Sounds good to me." 

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"Are you not gonna talk to me?" I asked Malia hesitantly. 

We had just dropped Stiles off and now we were on our way to my house. She kept her eyes on the road, "That depends are you going to be a condescending bitch if I do?" 

"Okay, I deserved that." I responded evenly. 

She laughed without humor, "You deserve a hell of a lot more than that, Kasey. I came to you with something that was really bothering me and you mocked me and made a joke. I don't know what the hell has gotten into you lately but you need to get it together." 

"Don't you think I know that?" I asked in annoyance, "I know that I need to get my shit together, Malia, I'm trying. I just don't know how, nothing is making sense to me right now."

The car jerked slightly as she tightened her grip on the wheel and whipped her head to the side to face me, "So, because nothing is making sense you think it's okay to just disconnect yourself and hurt the people around you?" 

"I'm not trying to hurt anyone," I said quickly. 

I don't want to hurt anyone, that was true. I can't help it that I'm acting a certain way, I can't control it... it's like a switch inside of me is flipped and suddenly I'm a different person. If I could control it then I would because I hate seeing everyone this way. 

Malia narrowed her eyes and clenched her jaw, "Well you are. You're hurting everyone, especially Stiles and I can't watch it anymore." 

"What are you even talking about?" I asked in bewilderment. 

The way she was looking at me put me in a tailspin. The air in the car was too hard to breathe and I was trying to open the door so I could fall out, I would heal and be okay. I can't be in here. I can't listen to her say what she's about to say. I can't do this, not now. I can't add this to the list of problems I already have. 

She sighed, "I was going to tell you, in a better way than this." 

"How long?" I choked out, because this was going to break my heart. 

It's one thing for another girl to have feelings for your boyfriend, it's another thing altogether when that girl is your best friend.

Malia avoided my gaze, "For awhile." 

"Stop the car, I need out." I said quickly, the door handle wasn't budging and it was because she had the child safety lock on. I was still in the backseat and I was half tempted to climb up into the front so I could get out that way. 

She shook her head from side to side, "I'm not stopping the car, Kasey." 

"Malia, let me out." I said with a more stern tone. 

I am not having an anxiety attack today. 

I'm not fucking doing it. 

"No, we need to talk about it at some point." she argued. 

I started shaking my head from side to side violently, "That day is not going to be today, so please stop the damn car so I can get out. I can walk the rest of the way."

"Kasey, we're five minutes away?" she said in confusion, because obviously it sounded stupid to her that I would walk that far to get to my house when she could just drive me. 

The thought to possibly break her door handle to get out was crossing my mind at this very moment, "I don't care. I'd rather walk than be in this car. Please, let me out. If you care about my well being in the slightest you will let me out of your damn car."

Malia turned the car sharply and because I had taken my seatbelt off, I slid across the backseat. I hit the door behind her and I quickly scooted back to the other side. I was trying to put as much distance between us as I could. She turned around to face me, "Kasey, I'm not going to try and steal him from you." 

"Stop talking," I whispered to myself as I started yanking on her door handle manically. 

 She groaned, "Oh my God, will you at least hear me out?" 

"Nope. You have three seconds to pull this car over or so help me God I will break this door of the hinges." I threatened and I intended to follow through on my threat. 

Malia sighed, "Kasey, come on." 

"One," I began to count as I grabbed the door handle with both of my hands. 

She turned the car again, getting closer to my house, "If you just talk to me--" 

"Two," I continued, readying myself to snap the handle off. 

The car came to a screeching halt and I flew forwards, smacking my face onto the back of the seat in front of me. I groaned in pain as I pulled my hands up to my nose, which felt like it broke due to how hard I hit the chair. Malia threw the car in park and I noticed that we were outside of my house, "I'm sorry, okay? I didn't want this to happen." 

"Unlock the door," I spoke from behind my hand, so my voice came out slightly muffled. 

She sighed in annoyance and hit the button unlocking the door. I quickly grabbed the handle and slipped out of the car, slamming the door shut behind me. Malia hit the horn several times and I assumed it was because she was smacking the steering wheel in frustration. I ran up the driveway to the front door, praying that she wouldn't follow me. The door wasn't locked, so I slipped inside and then twisted the lock shut. 

I pressed my back to the door and slid down to the floor, waiting to hear her car drive off. Finally, after five minutes of waiting she was gone. I let out a heavy sigh and ran my hands through my hair anxiously, this was so not how I pictured this day to go. 

My phone vibrated in my pocket and I cringed, thinking it was Malia. On the off chance that it wasn't, I decided to check it. Once I glanced at the screen I saw it was a text from none other than Theo. 

Text From: Spawn of Satan

Need to talk. Urgent.

I rolled my eyes, as if this day couldn't get any worse. 

Text To: Spawn of Satan

I'm at my house, what's wrong?

I waited for a reply as I stood to my feet and made my way upstairs to change. I needed to get out of these clothes. I feel soggy and dirty because I had been in them during the rain last night. My phone buzzed again and I quickly checked the screen. 

Text From: Spawn of Satan

Okay, meet you there in five.

I sat my phone on my bed as I quickly went to my closet. I had to change fast before Theo got here. I picked a dark grey three quarter sleeve shirt with dark denim jeans. I've been wearing all back for the last three days, why not switch it up with something else? Once my jeans were zipped and my converse were laced back onto my feet I grabbed my phone and headed downstairs, I let out a scream when I saw Theo standing in the doorway. 

He put his hands over his ears and winced, "Damn, you sure you're not the Banshee?" 

"What the hell are you doing? How did you get in here? I locked the door." I snapped as I finished making my way down the staircase. 

Theo stepped into the house and shrugged, "I told you it was urgent." 

"What's wrong? What's so god damn important that you couldn't wait five minutes to tell me?" I asked in annoyance. 

He shook his head from side to side, "You know, I thought you would have put it together by now, with how suspicious you've been of me and everything." 

I blinked in confusion, "What are you--" 

"I'm just amazed by the fact that I was able to turn Scott against you, now I thought it'd be impossible but you made it pretty easy by exiling yourself with the whole attitude problem thing you have going on." he cut me off as he began to circle around me. 

I followed him, not allowing my back to be to him at all costs. I felt like he was a lion and I was a helpless gazelle who he was waiting to kill. The only difference is that I'm not exactly helpless anymore, but he knows that and he doesn't look like he's scared to square up at all, which is making me nervous. 

My eyes narrowed, "What did you do?" 

"It's what I'm about to do," he corrected me. 

I clenched my jaw, "Fine, what are you about to do?" 

"You're a smart girl, Kasey, can't you figure that out?" he taunted me, and he was loving every second of it. 

The air was getting heavier and the temperature in the room was rising. I didn't like this situation that I have found myself in because Theo is now finally showing his true colors and I feel like an idiot for not pressing Scott harder about this because now Theo is about to do something drastic. 

He rolled his eyes, "You wanna call Scott? Warn him that I'm coming? Go for it, he won't be answering your call anytime soon. It's just you and me right now." 

"What do you think you're gonna accomplish here? You think you're gonna kill me and then what? Kill Scott? What exactly does that do for you? If you're trying to steal his pack, they won't go to you as their leader... you're not him and you never will be." I snapped loudly. 

Theo let out a laugh, "That's the whole point, Kasey!"

I was silent as he took a step towards me, instinctively I took once farther away from him. I'm going to have to fight him and there isn't a way around it. He smirked, "This might hurt." 

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