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robinonadderall) wrote2012-10-11 05:30 pm
robinonadderall) wrote2012-10-11 05:30 pm
Garage in Beacon Hills | Evening
Thanks to Erica freaking Reyes, Stiles had to take the jeep to the garage to get the starter replaced. Bitch. Couldn't she have hit him with a rock like a normal person? Werewolf. Whatever.
"Hey, hey! What do you think you're doing?" Stiles asked as he approached the mechanic. "All I needed was a starter."
"Yeah, but your whole exhaust system's gotta be replaced," the mechanic said. He was a young guy, probably in his early 20's and actually sort of cute but Stiles wasn't going to let that distract him now.
"Why do I get the feeling you're slightly overestimating the damage?" Stiles asked.
"It's probably going to run you around 1200, parts and labor."
"Are you kidding?" Stiles asked, circling around the car to look the mechanic in the eye. "This doesn't even have a catalytic converter and, yes, I know what a catalytic converter is."
The mechanic gave Stiles a glare. "Do you know what a limited subdifferential is?"
"...no."
"I think this is gonna be more like 1500," the mechanic said with a smile.
Stiles rolled his eyes. "Okay, just finish. I'll be back here, seething with impotent rage."
He walked off with a huff, heading towards the waiting area. He was gonna eat his feelings with Reese's Cups! Stiles grabbed onto the door handle to the waiting room and pulled away quickly when he realized it was covered in some sort of clear slime.
"Nice, very sanitary," Stiles said, wiping his hands on his jeans. "Quality establishment you're running here!"
Stiles entered the room and pulled out his phone, briefly noticing that a picture on the wall showed that the mechanic had been a Beacon Hills High lacrosse player at some point. "Figures."
He looked down at his phone, intending to text Scott but frowned when nothing happened. Not, with the phone, with him. He couldn't move his fingers. "What the fu--"
The phone dropped out of Stiles' hands as he lost feeling in them completely. Slowly Stiles felt his whole body locking up, like he was being frozen somehow. He turned his head to look out the window, intending to ask the mechanic for help but the words died in this throat when he saw a giant reptile looking thing crawl over the jeep and towards the mechanic.
"Hey!" Stiles croaked, finding that he was even losing the ability to speak now. The reptile lizard thing crawled closer to the mechanic and lashed out with its claws, slashing the back of the mechanic's neck and causing him to fall to the ground. Stiles immediately moved forward to help but his legs locked up completely and he fell to the ground.
His phone was only a few inches away and Stiles could move his arms a little. He crawled closer and started tapping out a call to 911 but it was slow moving. He looked up to see that the mechanic's body had been placed under the car jack and the jeep was slowly moving down towards him. Stiles could hear the mechanic's weak shouts for help but Stiles couldn't move, couldn't speak or do anything else to help.
When he realized that this was going to happen, that the mechanic was going to be crushed by his jeep, Stiles squeezed his eyes shut, not wanting to see. He couldn't cover his ears though and he just knew he was going to be replaying the mechanic's cries and the noise of crushing of bone in his head for a long, long time.
He opened his eyes after the cries stopped and wanted to jump when he found the giant lizard staring at him from the other side of the door. Stiles' breathing picked up but he couldn't move to defend himself. The creature didn't move towards him though, just stared at him for a few moments. Stiles knew it was crazy, but he got the distinct feeling that whatever this thing was, he knew him. It was absolutely insane to think, but Stiles knew that this thing recognized him.
It didn't stop Stiles being scared, however, but it was for nothing. The lizard only stared at him before running off, leaving him paralyzed on the floor.
By the time the police showed up to the garage Stiles' paralysis had worn off, which was something he was thankful for. He didn't want to have to explain how that happened, though he was on the floor long enough to work out that it was most likely whatever clear goo had been on the door handle that did it. Which obviously came from the giant lizard thing.
Yeah so not telling the police, which included his father, about that little tidbit.
"I told you, I just walked in and saw the car on top of the guy, that's all."
The Sheriff looked skeptical. "What's wrong with your hand?"
Stiles looked down and could see his left hand was still curled in the way it froze after he touched the door handle. He shook his head at his father. "It's nothing, can I just get out of here now?"
His father gave him a concerned look. "Look, if there's something you think you can't tell me--"
"What, you think I'm lying?" It hurt a little for Stiles to say since he was lying, but he couldn't tell his father about this, he couldn't.
"No, of course not," his father replied. "I'm just worried about you. If you saw someone do this and you're afraid that maybe they're come back and make sure you don't say anything about it..."
"I didn't see anything," Stiles insisted. "Can I please go now?"
"Sure," he said, nodding. "But not in the jeep, it's being impounded. Sorry, kid, evidence. See you at home."
"Just make sure they wash it!" Stiles said as he pulled out his phone to call Scott for a ride.
A few minutes later Stiles was sliding into the passenger seat of Scott's mom's car. He made sure to pull on his seatbelt because Scott was not the greatest driver in the world.
"You okay?" Scott asked quietly.
"You were right about that thing," Stiles said. "It's not like you. Like, it's eyes, they were almost reptilian. There was something about him."
"What do you mean?"
Stiles was silent for a few moments as he tried to figure out a way to describe it. "You know how you see like a friend in a Halloween mask but all you can actually see are their eyes? And you feel like you know them but you can't figure out who it is?"
"Are you saying you know who it is?" Scott asked.
Stiles shook his head. "No, but I think it knew me."
It sounded stupid, Stiles knew that. But he couldn't move, couldn't do anything but look at that thing's eyes and he knew what he saw. That thing recognized him, Stiles knew it. Why else would it just leave?
"Well I talked to Deaton about what I saw," Scott said. "He thinks Allison's family keeps a record of all the things they've hunted, like a book."
Stiles nodded. "He probably means a beastiary."
"A what?"
"A beastiary."
Scott looked at Stiles like he was some innocent lamb or something. "I think you mean beastiality."
Oh dear god, Scott. "Nope, I'm pretty sure I don't. It's like an encyclopedia of mythical creatures."
"How am I the only one who doesn't seem to know about this stuff?" Scott asked.
There was a really mean comment to be made there, but Stiles was keeping it to himself. "Okay, you're my best friend, you're a creature of the night, it's kind of like a priority of mine."
"Okay, if we can figure out what this thing is--and who--we'll be able to take it down," Scott said. "We need that book."
"Already ahead of you." Stiles had dialed Allison's number while Scott was working out that last thought. Luckily she answered (and not sounding all that upset with Stiles for ruining her meeting with Scott) and Stiles tried to explain what they needed.
"--I think you mean beastility--"
"No, I don't!" Stiles insisted. He looked over at Scott, who was amazingly not driving them off the side of the road. "I mean beastiary! And the two of you, I don't want to know what's going on in your heads."
"Okay, can you describe this thing?" Allison asked.
"It's probably a book," Stiles said. "Old, worn--"
"Bound in leather? My grandfather has one."
"Yes!" Oh wait, no. No, evil grandpa was evil. "Where would he keep it?"
"I would guess his office at school," Allison replied. "We can't get in there without keys."
Right, right, somehow Allison's grandfather got the principal's position at school. That was nice and horrifying. "Okay, okay, I know how to get them. Think you can get him to the semi-final game tomorrow?"
It wasn't like Stiles was actually going to play in the game. It'd be the perfect time to pickpocket the principal for his keys and break into his office.
Seriously, how did his life go so wrong?
[LIZARD BUDDY! Dialogue from various parts of Teen Wolf 2x04 "Abomination". NFI, NFB, OOC is fine. One more day to go]
"Hey, hey! What do you think you're doing?" Stiles asked as he approached the mechanic. "All I needed was a starter."
"Yeah, but your whole exhaust system's gotta be replaced," the mechanic said. He was a young guy, probably in his early 20's and actually sort of cute but Stiles wasn't going to let that distract him now.
"Why do I get the feeling you're slightly overestimating the damage?" Stiles asked.
"It's probably going to run you around 1200, parts and labor."
"Are you kidding?" Stiles asked, circling around the car to look the mechanic in the eye. "This doesn't even have a catalytic converter and, yes, I know what a catalytic converter is."
The mechanic gave Stiles a glare. "Do you know what a limited subdifferential is?"
"...no."
"I think this is gonna be more like 1500," the mechanic said with a smile.
Stiles rolled his eyes. "Okay, just finish. I'll be back here, seething with impotent rage."
He walked off with a huff, heading towards the waiting area. He was gonna eat his feelings with Reese's Cups! Stiles grabbed onto the door handle to the waiting room and pulled away quickly when he realized it was covered in some sort of clear slime.
"Nice, very sanitary," Stiles said, wiping his hands on his jeans. "Quality establishment you're running here!"
Stiles entered the room and pulled out his phone, briefly noticing that a picture on the wall showed that the mechanic had been a Beacon Hills High lacrosse player at some point. "Figures."
He looked down at his phone, intending to text Scott but frowned when nothing happened. Not, with the phone, with him. He couldn't move his fingers. "What the fu--"
The phone dropped out of Stiles' hands as he lost feeling in them completely. Slowly Stiles felt his whole body locking up, like he was being frozen somehow. He turned his head to look out the window, intending to ask the mechanic for help but the words died in this throat when he saw a giant reptile looking thing crawl over the jeep and towards the mechanic.
"Hey!" Stiles croaked, finding that he was even losing the ability to speak now. The reptile lizard thing crawled closer to the mechanic and lashed out with its claws, slashing the back of the mechanic's neck and causing him to fall to the ground. Stiles immediately moved forward to help but his legs locked up completely and he fell to the ground.
His phone was only a few inches away and Stiles could move his arms a little. He crawled closer and started tapping out a call to 911 but it was slow moving. He looked up to see that the mechanic's body had been placed under the car jack and the jeep was slowly moving down towards him. Stiles could hear the mechanic's weak shouts for help but Stiles couldn't move, couldn't speak or do anything else to help.
When he realized that this was going to happen, that the mechanic was going to be crushed by his jeep, Stiles squeezed his eyes shut, not wanting to see. He couldn't cover his ears though and he just knew he was going to be replaying the mechanic's cries and the noise of crushing of bone in his head for a long, long time.
He opened his eyes after the cries stopped and wanted to jump when he found the giant lizard staring at him from the other side of the door. Stiles' breathing picked up but he couldn't move to defend himself. The creature didn't move towards him though, just stared at him for a few moments. Stiles knew it was crazy, but he got the distinct feeling that whatever this thing was, he knew him. It was absolutely insane to think, but Stiles knew that this thing recognized him.
It didn't stop Stiles being scared, however, but it was for nothing. The lizard only stared at him before running off, leaving him paralyzed on the floor.
By the time the police showed up to the garage Stiles' paralysis had worn off, which was something he was thankful for. He didn't want to have to explain how that happened, though he was on the floor long enough to work out that it was most likely whatever clear goo had been on the door handle that did it. Which obviously came from the giant lizard thing.
Yeah so not telling the police, which included his father, about that little tidbit.
"I told you, I just walked in and saw the car on top of the guy, that's all."
The Sheriff looked skeptical. "What's wrong with your hand?"
Stiles looked down and could see his left hand was still curled in the way it froze after he touched the door handle. He shook his head at his father. "It's nothing, can I just get out of here now?"
His father gave him a concerned look. "Look, if there's something you think you can't tell me--"
"What, you think I'm lying?" It hurt a little for Stiles to say since he was lying, but he couldn't tell his father about this, he couldn't.
"No, of course not," his father replied. "I'm just worried about you. If you saw someone do this and you're afraid that maybe they're come back and make sure you don't say anything about it..."
"I didn't see anything," Stiles insisted. "Can I please go now?"
"Sure," he said, nodding. "But not in the jeep, it's being impounded. Sorry, kid, evidence. See you at home."
"Just make sure they wash it!" Stiles said as he pulled out his phone to call Scott for a ride.
A few minutes later Stiles was sliding into the passenger seat of Scott's mom's car. He made sure to pull on his seatbelt because Scott was not the greatest driver in the world.
"You okay?" Scott asked quietly.
"You were right about that thing," Stiles said. "It's not like you. Like, it's eyes, they were almost reptilian. There was something about him."
"What do you mean?"
Stiles was silent for a few moments as he tried to figure out a way to describe it. "You know how you see like a friend in a Halloween mask but all you can actually see are their eyes? And you feel like you know them but you can't figure out who it is?"
"Are you saying you know who it is?" Scott asked.
Stiles shook his head. "No, but I think it knew me."
It sounded stupid, Stiles knew that. But he couldn't move, couldn't do anything but look at that thing's eyes and he knew what he saw. That thing recognized him, Stiles knew it. Why else would it just leave?
"Well I talked to Deaton about what I saw," Scott said. "He thinks Allison's family keeps a record of all the things they've hunted, like a book."
Stiles nodded. "He probably means a beastiary."
"A what?"
"A beastiary."
Scott looked at Stiles like he was some innocent lamb or something. "I think you mean beastiality."
Oh dear god, Scott. "Nope, I'm pretty sure I don't. It's like an encyclopedia of mythical creatures."
"How am I the only one who doesn't seem to know about this stuff?" Scott asked.
There was a really mean comment to be made there, but Stiles was keeping it to himself. "Okay, you're my best friend, you're a creature of the night, it's kind of like a priority of mine."
"Okay, if we can figure out what this thing is--and who--we'll be able to take it down," Scott said. "We need that book."
"Already ahead of you." Stiles had dialed Allison's number while Scott was working out that last thought. Luckily she answered (and not sounding all that upset with Stiles for ruining her meeting with Scott) and Stiles tried to explain what they needed.
"--I think you mean beastility--"
"No, I don't!" Stiles insisted. He looked over at Scott, who was amazingly not driving them off the side of the road. "I mean beastiary! And the two of you, I don't want to know what's going on in your heads."
"Okay, can you describe this thing?" Allison asked.
"It's probably a book," Stiles said. "Old, worn--"
"Bound in leather? My grandfather has one."
"Yes!" Oh wait, no. No, evil grandpa was evil. "Where would he keep it?"
"I would guess his office at school," Allison replied. "We can't get in there without keys."
Right, right, somehow Allison's grandfather got the principal's position at school. That was nice and horrifying. "Okay, okay, I know how to get them. Think you can get him to the semi-final game tomorrow?"
It wasn't like Stiles was actually going to play in the game. It'd be the perfect time to pickpocket the principal for his keys and break into his office.
Seriously, how did his life go so wrong?
[LIZARD BUDDY! Dialogue from various parts of Teen Wolf 2x04 "Abomination". NFI, NFB, OOC is fine. One more day to go]