Episode 12

I had only been asleep for about 20 minutes, when Stiles shook me awake. “What? What’s wrong? Where are we?” I sat up looking around. “No idea. It’s just outside of Beacon Hills. And I’m pretty sure Scotts here.” I looked around, and tilted my head. When I was a kid, someone had found out about me, and pretended to foster Claire and me. But he was actually experimenting on me. Thanks to that jackass, I gained a special ability, so to say. I can see heat outlines. I studied the inside of the giant complex. “Second floor, no third floor. One, two… Three people. One is slowly fading, and is being held by some sort of hanger.” Stiles jumped out of the car and was heading to the building with a… Baseball bat? Really Stiles? Shaking my head I ran after him, creeping along the inside edge, I stopped Stiles from going any farther. Someone had slipped out of my heat sensor.

A tall man. He had a strong odor, but it wasn’t werewolf. “A Basilisk.” I hissed, pointing at a ladder to the second floor for Stiles. I made sure he was climbing up, and then I hopped down and snuck up behind the Basilisk. He was already changed. I had to watch out for his tail, which had a stinger, and he can spit small poisonous rocks. “AAAGH!” I screamed, jumping at his back, pulling out the dagger I kept hidden on my side. Then channeling some fire into only my hands, I made the blade really hot, and stabbed it into his lower neck. He stumbled, and then fell. Making sure he was dead, I dragged the knife down his spine, and pulled out the bone. “That is disgusting.” Stiles said from behind me.

I spun, hiding the knife back in its spot. “How long have you carried that?” He asked indicating the knife. “When I was 10, one of my foster dads had tried multiple times to force himself on me, cause I always hid Claire, so one day at school, I told a teacher to get us time away from them. When they dragged him to the station, I snuck out to his shed, and made it. Using fire from my own source and metal. The handle is made from jasper. The blade is actually silver.” He listened intrigued, and then a noise above us made us both scramble for the ladder.

I knew that was too easy. I sighed, peeking out from the floor hole we were climbing through. Tamara? I spotted her walking away from us. She looked down through the floor at the Basilisk. Hand covering her mouth. Then she spun around and made eye contact with me. My blood froze, and I knew know that it had been too easy on purpose. There was no way that guy was even trained. He probably just knew that he could grow a tail.

“You shouldn’t be here! Go away!” Tamara’s distorted voice screamed out. Then she straightened up, and her stature changed. She was suddenly more poised, and more pissed off looking. “Rae? Let’s go.” Stiles tugged on my pants leg. “No. We’re not leaving without her or Scott. I’ll distract her, you got get Scott. And Stiles?” “Yes?” “Don’t take the bat.” I felt his hand slip up to my side, pulling the small dagger out of its sheath. “Don’t worry I have more.” I said letting him climb up beside me. He kissed me then ran up the second flight of stairs. “Where are you?” Tamara sang out. I had dodged behind a small pillar, and was holding two knives, ready to strike if needed. “Raaeee….”

Then it was silent. Her figure dropped down in front of me, and I spun my leg around, knocking her over, but she regained her footing, and out of nowhere swiped at me with one of her tails. I cried out holding my hand over the very open very bloody wound. I glanced at her, and then stabbed her leg, swinging my leg up around to hit her, and she managed to shake free, her leg bleeding. “Tamara!” I gasped as she wrapped a wire around my throat. I threw myself backwards, shoving her against the pillar, then we fell to the floor. The wire tightened, and I spotted a small pole of wood. Grabbing I swung it around and wacked her head, she gasped and let go, I rolled away gasping and coughing. “Bitch!” She jumped at me, but I moved, my foot catching her face, and she flew to the side. I felt sick and was bleeding from about half my body. “Tamara.” I said quietly. “Please don’t do this. You can’t be only bad.”

               

                “You don’t know anything.” She growled, before flipping backwards and disappearing. Then Stiles and Scott came stumbling down the ladder. “Where is sh-?” Stiles stopped when he saw me bleeding. “Don’t worry about it, get Scott in the car and go. Drive. I’ll get Tamara.” He stood there then kept going, and I turned and ran down the hall, and up a staircase.

There I stopped in my tracks. A blood chilling scene spilled out before me….