Panic was a feeling I hated the most. I hated that feeling of not knowing; of never knowing what was going to come. I used to have the power of knowing, which used to be a more comforting thought, but now I had nothing. I felt it a lot when it came to Allison and the rest of my friends being in danger, but this time, it was Stiles. I felt like I was drowning again.

Scott's voice on the phone kept replaying in my head on repeat; he's hurt, and he's missing. After I had hung up the phone and tried processing it all, Allison asked me what was going on, to which I told her. She got me moving then, since I was still frozen in place, and now here we were, back at Stiles' and now my home.

The first thing I noticed when I got out of the car was that his Jeep was gone. A thousand different scenarios played in my head, but I kept focusing forwards on the door as Allison walked beside me. Just feeling the slightest touch of her hand against mine kept me sane; at least, for a moment.

When we finally made it up to Stiles' room, we found that we weren't the only ones here. Lydia and Aiden were standing in front of Stiles' bed, and then Scott and Isaac were standing in the doorway before we walked in. I noticed for a brief moment that Scott eyed Allison and I, but he didn't ask any questions.

"Did you call them?" Scott asks me, looking between Lydia and I.

I was going to answer, but Lydia beat me to it. "No, he didn't call me. I heard it. I got a feeling."

Everything around me became fuzzy then, because when Lydia gets a feeling like that, someone is about to die. "Don't ask, it gets more confusing when you ask."

Lydia turns and looks back at Stiles' bed, something I didn't notice yet. "Not as confusing as this."

My eyes widen ever so slightly when I look upon his bed, seeing hundreds of red strings that were attached to the wall that led down and tied to a pair of scissors that were penetrated in Stiles' pillow. I faintly remembered him saying something about red meaning unsolved cases, but I had no idea what any of this could mean.

Lydia looks back at us. "He uses red for unsolved cases."

"Maybe he thinks he's part of an unsolved case," Aiden suggests, shaking his head.

"Or is an unsolved case," Isaac breathes, staring at it still. I lick my lips slowly, trying to find the right words to say, but couldn't find any.

Aiden looks over at me, fingers twitching for some reason. "Can't you figure out where he is? You're the one who can see the future."

"Could see the future," Allison corrects him, biting her lower lip. "Jennifer took that away from him before taking her last breath."

I noticed that Allison was angry, probably because of how many people wanted to use me just for what I could do, but Aiden made me wonder. "Maybe I can try."

Allison looks back at me, furrowing her eyebrows. "Try? Are you sure?"

"Maybe with Lydia being here it will make things different," I try and think, but it was still cloudy in my head. All I knew was that I was going to try this for Stiles.

Everyone watches me as I walk towards Stiles' bed, my eyes glued to the pair of scissors in his pillow. Something about it gave me the chills, and the closer I got, the more I wanted to get away. It was like it was pulling me in; that it was trying to tell me something, but I didn't want to know. I wanted everything to be back to normal; I wanted Stiles to be safe.

Lydia gulps behind me as I stare down at the sharp object, reaching my hand out slowly. Touching it would give me a better connection, but who knows if I'll even have a connection at all. A little sliver of hope burned inside of me; not because I thought I could see the future, but because maybe I could see the present. I could find Stiles.

When I reached out and grabbed the pair of scissors, nothing happened. I waiting for a few moments as everyone watched me closely, not a single thing heard. You could hear a pen drop in the room from how quiet we all were. Finally after a few moments, I pulled away and shook my head, backing away quickly before stumbling into Allison.

I failed.

Lydia looks over at me with hurt eyes, not because I failed, but because of what was going on in my head. "Did Stiles say anything about where he could be over the phone?"

"He said something about an industrial basement," Scott breathes, looking down. "Something about how his leg was bleeding too...and he's freezing cold."

I could hear my heart racing in my ears. "Are you kidding me? Tonight's supposed to be the coldest night of the year. It's supposed to drop into the 20s."

"What did his dad say?" Lydia asks then, but I never even thought about that. I didn't even ask if Scott called him.

Scott shakes his head. "We uh, kind of didn't tell him yet."

"What?" Lydia hisses. "Stiles is bleeding and freezing and you didn't call his dad!"

"He told us not to," Scott defends, but he wasn't right for doing that. I would have pulled my phone out then and there to call him myself, but it was like my mind wasn't working right to tell my hands to do it. "We can find him by scent, I swear. If he was sleepwalking he couldn't have gotten far."

"I guess you failed to realize that his Jeep is gone," Allison says, shaking her head.

Isaac was on Scott's side. "Guys, we can track him. If Scott and I can't, I'm sure Jade can help."

I narrow my eyes at the mention of Jade's name, but Aiden speaks first. "You guys do realize she only gets these feelings when someone is about to die, right?"

The room goes silent once again; my thoughts scattering with every second of the white noise. "You don't have to call his dad, alright? It's only five minutes to the station."

Lydia holds her arm out to stop Aiden from following. "We'll catch up."

Isaac looks back. "What?"

"There is something here," Lydia says, sounding determined. I agreed with her; something was here, but it was like it was on the tip of my tongue and I couldn't reach it.

"Yeah, total insanity," Isaac breathes, looking back at the pair of scissors again. He turns and leaves then, Scott following close behind, but I didn't move. Allison didn't either.

Aiden looks over at me. "You have a feeling about this room too?"

Allison gives him a look, but I just nod my head. "Yeah, actually. Something is here...I can feel it."

I take a step away from Allison as I stare at all of the strings, focusing as if I was going to miss something. Lydia looks over at me, licking her lips slowly. "I'm sorry about all of this, Corey."

"I should have been here," I breathe, imagining the countless conversations Stiles and I have had in this room. Conversations like what it was like being dead, his rants about Lydia, and my ideas on dates with Allison. He listened to me countless nights talk about how much I wanted to take Allison to the Navy Pier; always acknowledging what I had to say. "Stiles is gone because I didn't pay closer attention."

Lydia looked as if she was about to deny what I said, but then a question pops into her mind. "What do you mean pay closer attention?"

My mind flashes back to the night before, of how he was standing there in the living room. "I heard something one night and found him standing downstairs staring at the static on the TV. I assumed he was sleepwalking, but I just let it be. He's been having those types of issues, and he claimed he was alright. I just looked right past it, and now here we are, looking for him. He might die tonight because of my carelessness."

Lydia walks around and faces me, her eyes staring into my own. "None of this is your fault, Corey. You have no right to claim that it is. None of us saw it coming, so don't say that you're careless. Let's just focus and find Stiles; that's all that matters right now."

I nod my head stiffly, processing her words, but not really letting them sink in. Stiles has always noticed when something was wrong with me, and I failed him.

Aiden walks over to some of the strings, looking over at me. "Is no one going to ask the question that really needs to be asked? What is wrong with Stiles?"

We all were already thinking it, but none of us dared to speak the truth. So, Allison answered with the simplest answer she could come up with. "Let's just make sure Stiles is safe before we think about that."

Tears started to form in my eyes, but I held them back. After a few seconds of complete silence, a sudden thought came to me. "Lydia, what if you scream? What if that can trigger what I see like it always has?"

Lydia's eyes are patient as she thinks. "That could work, but are you up for it?"

Of course I knew I was up for it. This was for Stiles.

Aiden covers his ears as he walks towards the door. "Alright, you'll find me in another room because I don't feel like getting a headache tonight."

We all watch him leave before I look back at Lydia, nodding my head. I walk around her and to Stiles' bed as I grab the pair of scissors, taking a deep breath as I waited for the banshee's cry. I see Allison cover her ears behind me, but she didn't dare leave the room. I understood why Aiden did, since he had better hearing, but Allison stayed, and that meant a lot to me.

"You ready?" Lydia breathes, taking in a deep breath of air. I nod my head simply before a loud wail pierces my head, causing me to gasp. After a second of hearing the loud scream, I'm plunged into a vision, and I couldn't help but feel relieved.

At least, that was before I saw Stiles.

I was standing in some type of basement; one that I've never seen before. Laying there on the floor was Stiles; his foot in a bear trap like the ones back at the woods when we saved Malia. There was a pool of blood there too, but I tried not to look at it.

"Stiles!" I screamed, knowing that he couldn't hear me, but I just had to shout his name. I watched him panic and cry for a moment before I remembered why I was here, which was to figure out where he was.

My eyes searched everywhere for an answer on where he was, but there was nothing but darkness. Leaves blow across my feet before I find a door at the top of the stairs, saying something I could't read from right here. I run to it quickly before the vision fades away, reading the words Eichen House before I was back standing in Stiles' room.

I gasp as I let go of the scissors, falling back as Lydia catches me. She pants as she looks down at me, her eyes hopeful. "What did you see? Where is he?"

She helps me back onto my feet as Allison joins my side. "Eichen House. He's in the basement at Eichen House."

We all stare at one another from the news, about to motivate, but then Aiden's voice fills the house. "Uh, guys! You might want to take a look at this."

I furrow my eyebrows, angry that we knew where Stiles was now but weren't leaving right away, but whatever Aiden was looking at sounded important. The three of us run after where his voice came from, which happened to be in my room. I wanted to chew him out for going in there, but the moment I stepped inside of my room, I changed my mind. What was here was something I wasn't expecting.

First there was static playing on my TV sitting on my night stand, but that wasn't the worst part. The worst part was that there was a samurai sword that the Oni used in the wall above my bed, a photo stabbed into it.

A photo of me.

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eeeek...I sense some foreshadowing here.

let's not forget that someone(s) will die that's not the normal teen wolf script, so I'd love to hear any guesses if you guys have any yet! If you don't remember, just go reread the epilogue of Return...might give you a few hints (;

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