It's a Kind of Magic | Stiles Stilinski 2

Abomination

"What the hell is he doing?!" Stiles exclaimed, watching the guy who was working on his Jeep stray from the task at hand. He marched through the door of the waiting area, going to shout at the guy, while I sat down and started reading an article on my phone, ignoring the funny feeling in my stomach.

"Quality establishment you're running here!" I hear from just outside the door and I look up at Stiles as he came back in flicking his hand, making a disgusted face. "Ugh, I got something on my hand." He said and I grabbed a tissue from my bag and started wiping it off for him.

"Eww looks like snot." I said laughing, as I got a bit on my hand and fake gagged. "That is fucking vile."

"I know right! He's being such a dick, he's making me pay for a whole new exhaust system, I'm literally gonna have no money left." He said, running his clean hand over his hair with stress.

"Hey, it'll be fine. Mum's been teaching me how to mind control a little, might be able to get the price down a bit. Be good practice." I said shrugging and he laughed shaking his head, getting out his phone to text his dad.

"Belle." He said as he looked up at me with panic in his eyes. "I can't move my hands." He said before dropping his phone on to the floor.

"Are you okay?" I said, taking his shaking hand in mine before I felt a sense of numbness come over my body and I started looking at my own hands as they began shaking, purple sparks spitting pathetically as my powers try to counteract the poison. I tried to resist the feeling, trying to push it out of my body, but it just took a more prominent hold.

"Hey! Hey!" Stiles called out to the guy in the shop and I saw some sort of lizard creature come down off the ceiling before I lost control of my legs and slumped on to the floor in front of the door, Stiles crawling towards me and his phone, managing to type 911 as we were forced to watch the man in the shop be crushed to death by the Jeep, tears slowly rolling from my eyes as his screaming stopped.

Suddenly the creature appeared in front of us, some kind of lizard man with glowing slitted eyes, and a look as if he knew us. It hissed, before slinking off in to the night

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Again I was sat in the back of an ambulance giving a slightly false testimony about a supernatural happening in the town of Beacon Hills, and I really couldn't do it anymore, I felt as if there was something missing. So I let Stiles do all the talking as I rested my head on his shoulder. 

"I told you we walked in and saw the Jeep on top of the guy. That's all." 

"What's wrong with your hand?" Noah asked as Stiles had been rubbing it ever since we had regained the ability to move.

"Nothing. Can we go now? Belle's really shaken up." He asked, and another tear involuntarily escaped my eye as Stiles wrapped his arm around me, bringing me in closer to him.

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

"What you think I'm lying?" Stiles interjected.

"No of course not. I'm just worried about you. Both of you. Now if you saw someone do this and you're afraid they're gonna come back and make sure you don't say anything..."

"We didn't see anything." Stiles said and Noah looked to me with a sympathetic look in his eyes.

"Isabelle?"

"I didn't see anything either." I whispered, lifting my head off of Stiles' shoulder. "Can Stiles take me home?"

"Sure. But not in the Jeep. We're gonna have to impound it. Sorry kid evidence." Noah said walking off to a deputy of his, a Stiles groaned. "See you at home Stiles."