Pain.

That's all that I felt in my chest after seeing what Allison was going through. Ever since I've been stuck here on this side, I've never felt any kind of pain besides the time Allison punched me, but this time it was emotional pain, something I haven't experienced in some time. Seeing her torn and broken beat me up inside; mostly because I knew that I couldn't do anything to help her.

After she had came home she pushed me away, telling me that she wanted to be alone. Of course I knew that this was going to happen; she was the type to act out in this way. Instead of showing her sadness and how weak she felt, she pushed people away and turned cold. I was the same way when one of my friends back home had died from a car wreck.

So while Allison pushed people away, I tried my best to help in any way that I could. She had asked me before if I could see her mother, which I couldn't, but it made me wonder if I could find her. When I had died, I had woken up at the scene of the crime, around thirty or so minutes after the accident if I had to guess. When I had put together that Allison's mother had died, it wasn't near that long after. Plus, we weren't at the scene of the crime, which is someplace I didn't know where.

I searched practically everywhere in Beacon Hills for any sign of her mother. I couldn't help heal Allison's wounds, but I could at least be a messenger between her and her mother. She would get to say goodbye that way; which is the one thing she wants most, other than for her mother to come back.

I was now roaming the streets, my eyes scanning each and every house that I passed. I'm pretty sure I've already been here three times tonight, but might as well search again just in case. I wasn't sure what I was going to say to Allison's mother if I found her, but I'd probably start with her being able to talk to her daughter again. Maybe after then I'd explain to her that I'm the person she's always talking to when she's alone.

I was about to turn the corner when a sudden gunshot rings out in the cold air, causing my head to whip back down the street. My eyes scanned the houses, trying to put together where that came from. I wouldn't have figured it out until screaming followed after the shot, which directed me towards the Sheriff's station. This can't be good.

The next thing I know, I'm teleporting inside, trying to get a sense of what was going on. I hear sobbing then, causing me to look over and see Matt standing there with a gun in his hand; Scott on the ground with blood seeping through his shirt. Melissa was standing there as well; screaming her head off. I didn't blame her; she thinks her son had just gotten shot and was going to die.

"But I didn't say, I wouldn't hurt you," Matt says devilishly as he looks down at Scott, narrowing his eyes. My blood boils even more as I looked at him, knowing that there had to of been more behind him.

Melissa steps forwards, tears in her eyes. "Scott-"

"Get back!" Matt screams at her as he points the gun in her face, causing me to clench my teeth. This was out of hand.

"Mom, stop!" Scott begs as he props himself up onto the bench, holding onto his wound. "Please mom, just listen to him."

Melissa backs up then slowly, pain behind her eyes. Matt glances down at Scott as he grinds his teeth, fire in his eyes. "Get up, McCall. I said get up, or I'll shoot her next!"

Scott gets up as fast as he can the moment Matt says this, pure pain forming onto his face. I could tell that he was hurt from the shot, but he'd live. He was a werewolf after all, but Melissa didn't know that. She thought that he was going to die.

"I'm alright mom," Scott says, nodding his head. "It doesn't hurt."

"That's because of the adrenaline," Melissa shakes her head. "He needs to see a doctor. Or at least let me stop the bleeding-"

Matt laughs as he looks back at Scott. "She has no idea, does she?"

Scott narrows his eyes as Melissa continues to cry. "Please just let me look at him-"

"Shut up!" Matt says, tightening his grip on the trigger. "If you keep talking, I'll put the next bullet through his head."

The moment Matt says this, I had enough. My arm acts faster than my mind as I'm knocking the gun out of Matt's hand, watching it skid to a halt far across the hall. Matt stares at his empty hand for a moment before Scott is acting first, not caring how or why that had happened. He grabs Matt by the neck as he drags him backwards, looking up at his mother.

"Get out of here, mom!"

"Scott-"

"Go!" Scott yells once again at his mother, but she was too late. I'm frozen still as I see Jackson come up behind Melissa, hissing before scratching the back of her neck. She falls to the floor, her face landing down, not being able to see what's going on up above. I was shocked at this, but I was more shocked about the one thing I just put together.

Matt was the Kanima master.

Jackson hisses again before running at Scott, who was still dragging a fighting and kicking Matt backwards. I run off after the three of them, glancing into one of the other rooms to see Stiles and Derek lying there, paralyzed. Who else was here?

My mind spins on ways that I could help, but before I can act, Jackson is attacking Scott. Scott drops Matt to the ground as his eyes burn yellow, trying his best to defend himself even with his wound. However, it wasn't enough. Jackson doesn't paralyze Scott or anything like that; instead, he fends him off long enough for Matt to scramble back and grab the gun, standing up and pointing it back at Scott.

Scott looks up with wide eyes when he realizes that the gun is directed straight at his head, a shot like that capable of ending his life. I hear Melissa continue to cry and beg Matt to leave her son alone, but no one seems to pay any attention to her. I wanted to help get her out of here, but I didn't know how. I couldn't help anyone here.

"Get up!" Matt screams at Scott, causing him to stand up quickly. Jackson backs away slowly as he hisses, looking as if he was about to pounce again at any moment.

Scott holds his hands up, staring at the barrel of the gun. "Matt, please-"

"Shut up!" Matt says as a vein pops from his forehead, clearly blinded by rage. "Jackson, bring me Stiles."

My eyes widen as Scott takes a step forwards, causing Matt to tighten his grip on the gun. Jackson turns and runs off down the hall to retrieve Stiles, my heart pounding in my chest. I needed to get help; I knew Allison would come in a heart beat, but I feared to leave for even a split second in fear of missing something. I couldn't let Matt hurt anyone else.

Soon Jackson is stepping back into the hall, holding a wide eyed Stiles by the neck. Jackson's eyes flash between his reptile ones as Stiles tries to mutter something, more than likely to figure out what was happening, but he could barely move his tongue.

Matt looks over his shoulder at Stiles before back at Scott, a hateful expression on his face. "This is what happens when you retaliate."

Time feels frozen as I watch Matt turn and take aim towards Stiles, pulling the trigger. Scott's scream echos in my ears before my legs are acting, instinct taking over. For some reason, I felt the need to jump in front of the bullet, knowing in my mind that I wouldn't be able to save Stiles from something like this. But as I tried my best to stop the bullet, I fall into Stiles, feeling a weird sensation come over me.

I blink suddenly, opening my eyes and seeing that I was now facing Matt and Scott. A sharp pain forms on my neck as I wince, trying to figure out what in the world was happening. Before I have time to figure it out, a new pain blossoms on the side of my right arm; feeling blood begin to drip down the side of it. It wasn't until I looked down at my arm that I realized that I wasn't even looking at my own arm. It was Stiles'.

I must be inside Stiles' body.

A scream leaves my lips from the pain, but I couldn't move or even try to stop the bleeding. My mind tried to make sense of what was happening, but all I could focus on was that I had been shot-I mean, Stiles had been shot.

Scott tries to run towards me before Matt is pointing the gun back at him, making sure to keep him back. "I guess my aim was a little off."

Scott grits his teeth as he stares at me, shaking his head. "I'm going to kill you-"

"Want me to shoot him again?" Matt suggests as he points the gun back at me. I wince slightly, not being able to bear the idea of being shot again. I haven't experienced real pain like this in awhile, and it was like I was dying all over again.

Jackson hisses from behind me before he lets me go, causing me to fall to the ground in a heap. I tried to move my arms and legs, but whatever I tried, it didn't work. Blood starts to puddle around me as I look down at my arm, seeing that it wasn't a deadly wound. It would be easy to patch it up; if someone were to stop the bleeding that is.

Matt convinces Scott to walk into the next room as I'm left lying there in the middle of the hallway. I grit my teeth as I tried to imagine myself elsewhere, but everything that I tried didn't work. As much of a interesting discovery this was that I was actually "possessing" someone, I would like to get the hell out of his body. I needed to go get help.

"Stiles!" I hear someone fiercely whisper, but I couldn't look around to see who it was. If I didn't know any better, it sounded like Derek. "What happened?"

I hiss from the pain as I moan back a reply, surprised to not hear my own voice. "M-Matt shot me."

"Is it bad?" Derek says, sounding worried.

I look back down at my wound, trying to look past all of the blood. "There's a lot of b-blood."

Derek is silent for a moment. "Hang in there. I think I can feel my toes again."

After Derek says this, I attempt to wiggle my toes around, being able to do so. Then, I realize that I can move my ankles as well, and the rest of my legs started to tingle as if I was getting the feeling back into them. Maybe the loss of blood is helping get the kanima venom out of my system.

Just as I tried to make sense of everything, the lights switch off as sirens flash down the hall. My eyes flick around the hall as I tried to figure out what was happening now, but I could barely even move my neck enough to get a good look. Soon after the lights go off, the station is filled with gun fire once again; but this time, it was multiple shots, ones that came from only one family that I knew that had that many guns and amo.

The Argents.

My heart races faster at the thought of Allison being here; glad that she would be able to help, worried that she would get hurt. I feel my left leg twitch before I attempt to move it, being able to barely drag it across the floor. I couldn't get my other leg to move as I tried hard to get it to, but nothing I tried would work. I just wanted to see what was happening.

My eyes flick up down the hall then, looking at just the right moment. My heart drops into my stomach when I see Allison standing there, a crossbow in her hands. She had a look on her face like she was here to kill, not to save lives.

"A-Allison-" I mutter out as she looks down the hall at me, not even a sympathetic look forming on her face. Instead she looks down the other hall for a moment before coming towards me, looking aggravated that she had to deal with me-I mean Stiles. She quickly wraps a piece of cloth she tore from Stiles' shirt around my arm, stopping the bleeding.

"Allison," I say again as she grabs my ankles, dragging me into the room that Stiles and Derek were in earlier, only Derek was gone.

Allison drops me before she starts to walk back out the door. "Stay here."

"Allison, w-what are you doing?" I ask as I strain to barely get a look at her.

She looks down at me. "Getting revenge."

After she says this, I realize how angry she was behind her eyes. Her jaw clenches as she raises her crossbow again, turning and exiting the room. I tried to tell her that it was me, Corey, but she was out of earshot distance before I had the chance. I didn't know exactly what she was planning, but I knew one thing for sure.

She's off the deep end.

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New ability for Corey, yay! Too bad Stiles had to get shot for him to figure it out :(

Is Collison falling apart? Will Corey be forever stuck inside Stiles? WILL MATT LEARN HOW TO NOT BE A DICK? PROBABLY NOT!

In other news, Christmas is coming up along with Christmas break, meaning spare time for Taylor to work on chapters. If my plan follows through, I'm guessing that this book will either be finished before the year is over, or at least before Teen Wolf comes back on. But that's just a guess; no promises.

Love you all and don't forget to poke that gorgeous little star in the corner there.