The Other McCall ▷ Stilinski

Chapter 31. What the hell is that?

When I woke up laying in a dumpster, I was pissed. My head was pounding, and Stiles was practically draped over top of me. Apparently after Erica knocked us upside the head with whatever it was from Stiles jeep that she took out, she thought it would be a good idea to dispose of us in some dumpster in the middle of nowhere. How she was able to carry the two of us without anyone seeing her, is lost upon me.

So, once I was able to get Stiles to wake up and get out of the dumpster- he had to call a tow truck for his jeep, and then we walked to the mechanic's place while they were working on it, that way he could drive me home. My head was pounding still, and I really was getting sick and tired of having these constant headaches.

The sound of some drill or something buzzing in the garage could be faintly heard from the side of the glass I was on. Stiles is back there talking to the mechanic about what he needed done, leaving me to sit and wait patiently in the waiting room. I haven't heard from Scott at all, I just hope he had better luck with the Boyd situation than Stiles and I did.

"Yeah, real quality establishment you're running here!" I heard Stiles yell as he walked into the waiting room, shaking his hands and wiping them on the sleeves of his red hoodie.

I glanced at him oddly, "What's wrong?"

"Well he seems to think my jeep needs more work than I had originally said- so, we may be here a bit longer than we thought." He muttered as he pulled out his cell phone, more than likely to text Scott or his dad.

I turned around to glance at the mechanic, he had the jeep suspended up in the air and was doing some work underneath it- is that where the part came from? What I want to know is how Erica even got the damn thing out or how she knew that the jeep needed that part to even run. She must know a lot about cars, either that or she is one hell of a good guesser. My eyes traveled up from the mechanic to the jeep itself- and that's when I saw the weird looking claws. What the hell?

Stiles was making weird noises, which caused me to turn around and look at him. He had his hands out in front of him- and his cell phone seemed to just slip through his fingers. His eyes were locked on something happening in the mechanic's garage, and I had a feeling he saw the same thing I just did. "What's wrong? What's happening?" I asked him quickly as I stood up and grabbed a hold of his arms.

He was blinked rapidly as he tried to talk, "I-I can't.." his words weren't coming out and he was falling limp in my hold, what is happening to him? A screech then echoed in the garage and my eyes widened, oh no.

I gently laid Stiles down on the ground and turned back to look through the glass to see the mechanic now laying on the ground with the jeep and the lift it was on- slowly descending down. What happened to him? I reached for the door but before I could grab it Stiles made another weird noise, I took that as I warning to not grab it. As I turned back around to face him he was trying to reach for his phone again, and I quickly grabbed it before dialing 911.

The mechanic was laying completely still as the lift continued to move down, and I didn't know how to help him without touching the door. Why can't I touch the door? I quickly set the phone on the ground by Stiles head and looked at the door handle to see slimy slightly opaque goo. What is that?

"Stiles, what-" before I could finish something jumped in front of the door, it was green and had yellow eyes. I let out a scream as I fell backwards to the floor, landing right beside Stiles. Whatever the thing was hissed loudly before it jumped up into the air and disappeared, leaving the scene. The lift was no longer moving, and I knew that meant it had crushed the mechanic.

"911, what's your emergency?" A female voice rang from the other end of Stiles' cell phone, filling the silence.

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