Have you ever woken up DEAD? Well I did... when I was eight years old I woke up in my bed covered in blood. I found my mother, father, and baby sister all dead in their sleep. Soaked in blood. From then on I felt like death. Everyone around me dies...
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STILES SLIPS IN BETWEEN OTHER STUDENTS ENTERING FOR THE START OF CLASS AND GRABS A SEAT NEXT TO SCOTT.
"I just talked to my Dad who just talked to Jackson and I've got bad news. Terrible, horrible, very bad news."
Scott grimaces, "I think I already know."
He nods to the back of the room where Isaac now sits. Back in school. A slight but sinister smile at his lips.
Hurrying down the corridor for their next class, Stiles whispers to Scott, "I only found one thing online called the Kanima. A werejaguar from South America that goes after murderers."
"That thing wasn't a jaguar."
"And I'm not exactly a murderer."
"But you did see it kill someone. Which is probably why it tried to kill you. And probably still wants to kill you. And probably won't stop until you're dead."
Stiles freezes in the middle of the hallway as Scott walks on, "You know, some days I really begin to question our friendship."
They disappear down the hall as lockers slam shut. Nearby, Jackson winces at each clang of metal while talking to Danny.
"Took forever but I found a program that can recover your video. I'll run it in my free period this afternoon."
Jackson nods, "Just let me know when it's done."
As Danny steps away, the sound of metallic clicking catches Jackson's attention. Ahead, he notices students stepping aside, getting out of the way of two oddly intimidating teenagers-- Erica and Isaac.
Jackson spots Erica's bracelets, the metallic clicking he keeps hearing. When she and Isaac pause at a locker, their whispers hit Jackson like tiny pinpricks. Wincing with each word, he's able to catch only phrases here and there.
The bell rings, sending Jackson's hands up to cover his ears as his mouth opens to cry out.
Dropping into a seat right behind Scott and Stiles and beside Luna for the beginning of class, Jackson leans forward.
"Hey, testicle left and right..."
Scott and Stiles look up immediately making Luna snort into laughter.
"What the hell's a Kanima?"
This makes Luna stop grinning. All three teens spin to Jackson staring at him in panic. But before they can respond Coach slams a book against his desk.
"Listen up. Quick warning before we begin our review. Some of you-- like McCall-- might want to form study groups since tomorrow's midterm is so profoundly difficult I'm not even sure I could pass it."
