Invisible String. Stiles Stilinski (1)

xxxi. can we talk?

     "So, we should be comforted by that, right?" Stiles said sarcastically.

     "Unless it's something worse."

     "Whatever it is, they're taking it pretty seriously," replied Malia as she focused on the voices outside the school. "There are a lot of cars and trucks out there. You're dads out there."

     "Hey, I should probably call him," Stiles stood up to grab his phone from the envelopes on the teacher desk.

     "Don't bother—" The man shrugged. "They would have shut off any access to all outside communication by now. No cell service, no WiFi, no one starting a panic."

     "Looks like we're all just going to have to wait here and see what happens."

     "Isn't he just a delight?" Amelie mumbled.

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     Soon, they'd dragged Amelie, Malia and Kira outside to get their blood sampled. The anchor wasn't necessarily afraid of needles or blood but what worried her was how serious this was— and how loud the whispers were getting.

     "Guys?" Malia asked from behind her. "Do you ever get the feeling that Scott and Stiles aren't telling you everything?"

     The question made Amelie and Kira stiffen and glance at each other hesitantly. "What do you mean?" Amelie asked with a small laugh trying to cover up her nerves.

      "Like... they hide stuff!"

      "I think if they did, they'd probably have a pretty good reason," Kira suggested, an anxious smile on her face.

      "Do you know what they're hiding in the bag under Scott's bed?" The werecoyote asked abruptly.

     "What? No! I've never been under Scott's bed. Or in it. Just on it— wearing clothes!" Kira stammered, making Amelie chuckle at her answer.

     "Kira Yukimura?" The doctor called out for the kitsune. Kira, with a flushed face, turned to Doctor Wentz, who was covered top to bottom in protective clothing. Kira held out her arm patiently as she picked up the needle and approached her.

     "You feeling all right, Kira?" The woman asked Kira making her nod with a tight smile. "I don't like needles, either. I promise, it'll be fast."

    Just as the needle was about to pierce Kira's skin, a hot zap jumped out making Doctor Wentz welp in pain and jump back. Malia and Amelie stared in horror at the scene as Kira backed away and ran away.

     "Kira!"

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     Amelie sighed in defeat as they gathered in the locker room— this time with Kira's father, watching as Malia showed them her claws which she couldn't hide anymore, and Scott who was barely controlling himself.

     "It's still happening," Ken Yukimura murmured.

     "I can't make them go back," Malia shrugged, trying to flick them back inside her hands. "Obviously, the virus is affecting the two of you in a way it won't hit any human being," Explained the man.

     "You guys have to stay out of sight—" Stiles said anxiously. "We have to quarantine you from the quarantine."

     "Yeah, but where?" Amelie asked, leaning her shoulder on the lockers. "I mean, what if they get violent, like on a full moon?"

     "We shouldn't stay in here," Scott shook his head. "Not in the locker room."

     "A classroom is not going to hold you either," Amelie added. "What about the basement?" Kira suggested.