The End Cure

chapter X flames of memory

"you knew my mother?"
another tear fell from his glassy brown eyes.
"I did."
"I knew her well", he continued
"Talia was very beautiful. very strong. she tried to save herself from the fire but it was too late."

images of flames consuming my loved ones appeared before me.

deaton sat and talked too me while stiles and Scott when upstairs to talk.

"I don't understand."
Scott said pacing back and forth.
"she must have been sent here."
stiles began scribbling on his clear board.
"by Kate? by Peter? by who?"
"Kate."
stiles paused and wrote Kate on the board.
stiles continued,
"you don't think Kate sent her here to lure you to her; do you?"
"oh my gosh."
Scott fell on stiles bed, breath running short, heart beating fast.
"I think you're right. I think Kate's back, and this time.. for good."
Scott's eyes blared red.
he was fearful.
"another dead pool, Kate, and a new banshee wolf thing... we are in some deep shit."
stiles had worry peaking through his voice.
"who are the killers?"
Scott's concern raised.
"what if they're even better..."
his voice trailed off into the distance.

"another deadpool?"
deaton's shock was so visible.
"I'm going to have more half dead supernatural in my clinic?"
his voice dropped.
"maybe."
Scott began slowly.
I looked off into the distance. for some reason deaton made memories come back. I remember faint images of him in my life. so quick and not detailed.
I broke the conversation among stiles, Malia, Scott and deaton.
"are you my father?"
I couldn't hold back the urge to ask.
"what? no."
deaton let loose a nervous giggle.
back off into the distance I stared.

deaton, Malia, stiles, Scott, and Kira disappeared into the kitchen.
"I don't think you're going to make it this time."
deaton's voice shook as if there was earthquake beneath him.
"what?"
Scott's voice trembled.
"not going to make it?"
malia's eyebrows raised.
"you might not survive this deadpool."
deaton turned pale.
"what do you mean won't survive? we've been to hell and back and you're going to tell us we won't survive?"
"it's different this time. something is different; here, we will ask Lydia or serafina. one of them will know what is coming."
"Lydia" Malia called.
Lydia was half conscious on stiles' couch.
Lydia's eyes snapped open.
"Lydia you need to grab Scott and malia's hands. and focus."
without a word she stepped forward clasping Malia and Scott's hands.
her eyes widened, and she fell silent.

stiles and Kira gathered in the dining room.
"this is just happening so fast."
stiles said short of breath
"what is?"
Kira said as if she were trying to calm him.
"just this. Lydia is remembering things and this... this... serafina is remembering things and all of these memories are coming back too fast. and it's all too much at one point in time. it's been two days, and we know too much, and everything is all over the place and every five minutes Lydia's on the ground and serfina isn't long to follow."
he said it in one big burst of air. he tried to regain his breath.
Kira looked at him astounded.
"we've almost lost Lydia. a few times.. I don't want this to happen again because her power is consuming her."
"stiles!" Scott called from
the kitchen.
I listened alone with Liam in the main room.
"so stiles. do you remember seraph?"
"oh hell no."
stiles got nervous and spazzy.
"we have too."
"whose seraph?"
Kira had genuine concern in her voice.
"an old friend."
Scott said with an edge.
"we have to go get her."