Confluent (1)

➵ Negative Nancy

▸ Across the Sea - Weezer

"Mrs. Jones?" I raised my hand. The teacher sighed and looked at me. "Can I go use the bathroom?"

"Hurry up."

I gave her a smile and quickly walked out of the classroom. Walking through the empty hallway towards the girl's bathroom, I saw Liam hide behind a wall a few feet away. Why was he hiding behind a wall? Why this classroom? Wait, isn't that part od the pack's and Theo's class? Liam was saying something under his breath.

"Liam?" I whispered. He looked up at me as I silently walked closer. "What's wrong?"

"Scott, she's here. She's in History class right now." Liam muttered. "Tracy. She's here."

It looked like the teacher wouldn't leave Scott alone. He needed to get out of that class to go help Tracy. I licked my lips anxiously and looked over at the bathroom that I was supposed to go to. My eyes then drifted over to the water fountains across from it. An idea popped into my head.

"Nevah? What are you planning?" Liam whispered to me.

"Liam, go be a good boy, and pull that fire alarm when you see the sign." I smirked, running closer to the bathroom. He looked confused but ran over to the fire alarm. I slightly raised my hand and clenched it, feeling the normal tug in my gut.

WOOSH! CLANK! THUNK!

Water was now flooding out of the girl's bathroom, rushing under the door and into the hallway. The water fountain's spout flew off, water gushing. Liam's eyes widened and he immediately pulled the fire alarm. Students and teachers quickly walked out of their classrooms and crowded the hall. I shoved my way through the crowd to find Scott and Liam. I caught them entering Mr.Yukimura's classroom a few yards away from me. Following suit, I ran after them.

"Oh!" I halted into a stop as soon as I stepped into the classroom. Tracy had her hand wrapped around a girl's wrist, claws drawing blood.

"Tracy, let her go." Scott softly demanded, inching closer to her.

"They're coming." Tracy breathed out. She let go of the girl's wrist. The girl immediately clutching her wound. "They're coming for all of us."

Tracy fell forward onto the floor with her eyes open. A silver metallic substance spilling from her lips. Is that mercury? Scott quickly scooped Tracy up into his arms, rushing out of the classroom. I was right next to him, holding Tracy's neck to keep her from choking on the silver liquid. Stiles and Malia ran up to us.

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"Pupils dilate under normal conditions." Dr. Deaton examined Tracy. She was lying unconscious on top of a metal table. However, Tracy was breathing hard. "Heart rate is 250. Evidence of an allogeneic skin graft on the right shoulder. Now, this silver substance at her lips is not something I've seen. It almost looks like mercury."

"That's what I thought." I nodded, pinching my lower lip between my fingers.

"Uh, can't you just give her a shot or something?" Malia asked.

"She doesn't look to be in any pain." Dr. Deaton noted.

"I meant a shot to kill her." Malia emphasized.

"And here we go again with the negative stuff." I mumbled. Stiles blinked at Malia with his lips pressed tightly together. "I'm going to start calling you Negative Nancy, Malia."

"I generally prescribe to a code of ethics that frowns on such measures." Dr. Deaton responded.

"Malia, you know we're not going to do that." Scott said.