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Stiles asked for Brooke to wait with him at the mechanic shop since he needed to replace his starter. Brooke didn't know how Erica had managed to yank out an entire starter, but agreed to wait with him.

She watches Stiles walk in with an annoyed look on his face, "Quality establishment you're running here."

"What'd he say?" Brooke asks

"He's gonna charge me $1500."

"What? Why?" Brooke frowns

"Because there's so much that needs to be fixed." He mumbles turning to the wall and noticing a picture of the mechanic with a lacrosse jersey, "Figures."

"I'm gonna go use the bathroom." She says as Stiles nods. She heads down the hall and turns before finally seeing a sign next to a door. As soon as she puts her hand on the handle, she yanks it back. A frown immediately takes over her face noticing a clear substance covering her palm. "What the hell?"

She hurriedly pushes the door open and heads for the sink. She quickly adds soap before scrubbing her hands. As she does this, she looks around now noticing the poor condition the bathroom was in.

"There's no way I'm using this." She mumbles to herself. She shuts the sink off and looks around for paper towels. She groans at the lack of them before shaking her hands out. She uses her foot to push the door open glad that it didn't shut on her.

She looks down at her hands noticing a numb feeling in her fingers. Her brows furrow as she tries moving her fingers around, but fails. She makes quick steps around the corner before unwillingly coming down to one knee. She groans as she falls to the ground.

"Brooke?"

"Stiles?" She exclaims, "What's happening?"

"Just calm down. Everything's gonna be okay."

Brooke's breathing quickens as she tries moving again, but fails. Panic quickly sets in as she hears a screeching noise. Her eyes bounce around the room trying to catch a glimpse of what it could've been.

"9-1-1, what's your emergency?"

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It had been about an hour since the police and paramedics had shown up. Thankfully, whatever paralyzation had taken over had worn off. Now, the twins were sat in the back of the ambulance with their dad standing in front of them.

"I told you, We just- we walked in and we saw the jeep on top of the guy, that's all." Stiles explains

Noah looks down at his hand, "What's wrong with your hand?

"Nothing." He says shaking it out, "Can we just get out of here now?"

"Look, if there's something you don't think you can tell me-"

"You think I'm lying?"

"No, of course not. I'm just worried about you." He says. Brooke frowns lightly at his concern only being focused on Stiles, "Now, if you saw someone do this, if you're afraid that maybe they're gonna come back and make sure you don't say anything about it-"

"We didn't see anything. At all. Can we go now please?"

"Sure. But not in your jeep. We're gonna have to impound it." He says as Stiles groans, "Sorry kid, evidence. I'll see you at home."

"All right, well, at least make sure they wash it." Stiles calls out as Noah walks off. He then turns to Brooke, "You okay?"

"Yeah." Brooke sighs as they stand up and make their way to her car. Scott walks up from his car. He hurriedly rushed over as soon as he got the call from Stiles.

"You guys okay?"

"Yeah." Stiles says, "You were right. It's not like you. I mean, its eyes were almost like, reptilian. But there was something about them."

"What do you mean?"

"You know when you see, like, a friend in a Halloween mask, but all you can actually see are their eyes and you feel like you know 'em but you just can't figure out who it is ?"

"Are you saying you know who it is?"

"No, but I think it knew me."

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Brooke furrows her brows as she walks up to Scott and Stiles. The two sitting on the stairs deep in conversation.

"What are you guys doing?"

"Being a messenger." Stiles sighs

"For?"

"Me and Allison."

"Why don't you guys just get an extra phone or something?"

Stiles raises his brows as Scott tilts his head, "I didn't think about that."

"Okay, whatever. Now, tell me about your boss?" Stiles says tapping Scott's arm

"He thinks that Allison's family keeps some kind of, uh, records of all the things that they've hunted. Like a book."

"He probably means a bestiary."

"What?" Scott frowns

"A bestiary." Brooke repeats

Scott chuckles, "I think you mean bestiality."

Brooke furrows her brows as Stiles shakes his head, "Nope, pretty sure I don't. It's like an encyclopedia of mythical creatures."

"How am I the only one who doesn't know anything about this stuff?" Scott says looking up at Brooke. The girl shrugs as he turns back to Stiles.

"Okay, you're my best friend, you're a creature of the night, it's kind of like a priority of mine."

"Okay. If we can find it, and it can tell us what this thing is-"

"And who." Brooke says

"We need that book!" The boys say in unison. Both of them freezing before standing up. All three teens walk off in different directions.

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"Come on, is that thing even a teenager? I wanna see a birth certificate. Who or what is that genetic experiment gone wrong?" Coach yells before heading back to the bench

A few hours after school ended, Brooke found herself at a lacrosse game. There was a plan to get the keys to the principal's office since Allison's grandfather, Gerard, would probably have the bestiary. Brooke was also hoping that she would maybe see Isaac somehow.

A few minutes pass and Brooke sees Allison stand up wrapping her grandfather's coat around her. She slowly digs in the pockets before pulling out keys. Allison looks to Brooke and nods earning a nod back. Brooke sends Stiles a text letting him know that Allison had the keys before jumping down from the bleachers.

Seconds later, Stiles comes into view. He passes Allison and grabs the keys with Brooke following him. He tries to be discreet as he turns earning an eye roll from his sister before she pushes him forward.

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