LOST SOULS!
CHAPTER TWO.
bad feeling.

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ADRIAN MARTIN DID NOT WANT TO ALERT SCOTT AND STILES ABOUT LAST NIGHT, BUT LYDIA HAD ALREADY BLABBED TO THEM IN A PANIC THE NEXT MORNING. This, of course, resulted in a very panicked Stiles Stilinski running over to him the next day at school, his werewolf best friend right beside him.

"Adrian! Oh my god!" Stiles wrapped his arms around the boy, letting out a breath of relief as Scott scanned over the redhead. When the boy pulled away, Stiles' eyes were as wide as golf balls as he shook his shoulders. "Lydia told me what happened last night. Adrian, what the hell were you thinking?"

"I'm sorry." The redhead hung his head in shame, readjusting his bad straps as he sighed. "I just . . . I thought it would bring him back."

Both boys frowned. They knew no one would understand the pain of Toby Valack's loss. No one . . . except Adrian Martin, his best friend. The Martin boy's group of friends knew the teen would feel a sense of dread from his loss . . . but never would they have suspected the boy to go through with an act like this. It was completely out of character for him.

"Adrian," Scott was first to speak, a frown on his face as he furrowed his brows. "You're really pale, man."

"I'm just a little light headed. I'm fine." The boy shook it off, ignoring his friend's concerns. There was nothing to be concerned about in his eyes. He tried a spell, it failed. Let's move on.

"Adrian-"

"I'm fine, guys." A more stern tone came into play as Adrian tried to assure them, walking past them without another word. He didn't need to hear their concerns at the moment. Right now, he didn't want any word associating with the supernatural spoken to him.

Thankfully, he spotted Allison and Lydia talking against the lockers, just picking up on his sister's blissful words. "Freshmen, tons and tons of fresh men."

"You mean fresh boys." Allison corrected her friend, placing some things into her locker quickly just before class.

"Yeah, Lyds." Adrian made his presence known as he approached the two girls, smiling politely at them as he leaned against a locker next to his the strawberry blonde. "Some of those guys are, like, fourteen."

"Eh, some are more mature than others." His sister waved him off, still eyeing up all the new boys entering Beacon Hills High School.

"You know, it's okay to be single." Allison tried. "Focus on yourself for a little while, work on becoming a better person."

The Martin male snickered. "You could really use that last one, Lyds."

Lydia smacked him on the chest in response. "Allison, I love you. Adrian, I sometimes love you. So if you need to do that thing where we talk about me and pretend that we're not actually talking about you, that's totally fine." She then paused, scanning the halls. "But I don't want a boyfriend. I want a distraction."

Just then, two boys caught the girl's attention. They walked in, leather jacket, dark jeans, motorcycle helmet and all. Adrian rolled his eyes when he saw his sister's mouth agape as she stared at them, cocking her head in interest. She really had a detector for looking out douche-seeming guys.

"Brothers?" Allison noticed the siblings staring, raising her eyebrows at the identical boys. The only thing different was one seemed to be taller than the other.

"Twins." The Martin sibling's corrected her, Lydia's tone smug while Adrian's was spoke through a knowing groan.

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Adrian sighed as he slumped into the seat next to Lydia and Stiles, his arms supporting his chin. His boyfriend sent him a smile as he sat down, the redhead doing his best to return it. "Hey." The two greeted each other as Allison took a seat awkwardly in front of Scott with there being no available seats left.

"Hey." Adrian sighed, using the palm of his hand to prop his head up. Stiles furrowed his eyebrows at his boyfriend's spaced out look, everyone's phone buzzing in class before he could ask him anything.

"The offing was barred by a black blank of clouds, and the tranquil waterway leading to the uttermost end of the earth flowed somber under, an overcast sky seemed to lead into the heart of an immense darkness." The whole class seemed to read the text with confusion as a new and unfamiliar voice quoted it, someone walking into the class.

The woman before them had her brown hair curled up and tucked behind her face, giving everyone a good look at her pale, slim face and dark eyes. She definitely had to be one of the youngest English teachers Adrian had ever had with the woman ranging to be in her mid or late twenties.

"This is the last line of the first book we are going to read." The new teacher continued, holding up her phone. "It is also the last text you will receive in this class. Phones off, everyone."

The redhead switched off his phone like everyone else, tucking it away just as he caught sight of the woman's name tag on her desk. Blake. Her name was Ms Blake.

"Adrian!"

The boy jumped up at the sound of the voice, his desk screeching as he whirled in his seat to look across the classroom. He scanned faces upon faces . . . but none of them matched the voice he had heard.

"Mr Martin," Ms Blake's voice forced his attention back to the front, the teacher making eye contact with the startled boy. The woman raised an eyebrow quizzically. "I'm well aware of your records here in this school. I'm hoping you and me won't be having any problems this year. Right?"

Adrian gulped, stiffly nodding his head as he let out a shaky breath. "Right. Sorry, I just- I thought I heard . . . never mind." He waved it off with his hand, facing the front again as Ms Blake nodded and began the lesson.

As she spoke, the Martin's mind was already occupied as he twirled his pencil in his fingers. That voice. Why was he hearing his voice?

"You're going crazy, Adrian." The boy whispered to himself, a deep breath leaving his pink lips as the lesson started.

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Adrian hadn't had much time to do much work during the class. No matter how hard he tried, his mind refused to concentrate. Something was wrong.

The principal walked in at one point, asking for Scott to be taken out of the class for the rest of the period. Ms Blake followed him out, most likely warning him off his bad attendance records like she had done to redhead.

With no inspiration spinning in his head, the Martin dropped his pen with a heavy sigh and drummed his fingers against the desk. As he looked around, his gaze dropped to his sister's leg and took notice of the bandage she had gained this morning.

Stiles seemed to notice it too, eyebrows furrowed. "Hey, Lydia. What happened to your leg? Was that from the accident last night?"

Adrian shook his head as a response. "No. Prada bit her." He ran a hand through his red hair, trying to ignore the headache he was beginning to develop.

"Your dog?" Stiles gave the two a confused glance, his eyebrows knitting in confusion as he adjusted in his seat so he was closer to the teens.

"No, our designer handbags." Lydia sarcastically answered back, earning a look from both of the two boys. She huffed, nodding. "Yes, our dog."

"Has it ever bitten you before?" Stiles continued to wonder, the hand holding his own waving around in gesture. When both Martin siblings shook their heads, he leaned towards them more. "Okay. What if it's, like, the same thing with the deer? You know, like, how animals starts acting weird right before an earthquake or something." He theorised.

"Meaning what? There's gonna be an earthquake?" The strawberry blonde squinted her eyes as her brother held his head, the ache only seeming to be getting worse. What is happening?

"Adrian!"

The voice felt like a bolt of electricity between the eyes, making him shoot back in his seat and hold his head in his hands. Hands gently caressed his shoulders on either side of him, but he tuned it out, his green eyes wide.

"Adrian, something's coming."

"Adrian . . . Adrian . . . Adrian!" Stiles' voice echoed slightly in his head before the third call of his name was enough to snap him out of it. His boyfriend looked at him with his wide concerned brown eyes, his lips pulling into a frown. "Are you okay?"

"S-Something's coming." The Martin boy breathed out, hands clutching at his desk as he felt his whole body spike with a fear he wasn't even sure was his own.

Before either of the two pupils next to him could say anything, a black crow flew right into the glass classroom window. Blood spattered and stained the glass as it fell dead, everyone turning in their seats.

Adrian felt his body freeze at the sound, slowly turning to the window only to see hundreds of black crows . . . all heading for the window.

Numerous birds hit the glass and died until one managed to break through the glass, creating a passage for its little friends to swarm the classroom.

"Get down, everyone!" Ms Blake shouted while trying to protect her face from the swiping crows, doing her best to help her new students too.

No matter how many crows and pupils there were in the room, most of the birds surprisingly went for Adrian Martin. The boy winced as the birds hit with a decent amount of force, feeling the sharp peck of their beaks all around him.

Noticing this, Stiles shoves his desk out of the way and collects his boyfriend in his arms. His body helped shield his as the couple get down on the classroom floor, wishing it would all just pass.

All hell vanished when the crows died down- literally. No one spoke in the room as people slowly rose up from their crouched positions, taking note of the bird injuries they had gained.

Noticing his boyfriend's gaze trained on the dead black birds, Stiles guided them both up to their feet. Once done, he gently turned the teen's attention to him. "Adrian . . ." He trailed off, licking his lips. "How did you know something like that was going to happen?"

The Martin boy shook his head, eyes lost as he looked all around the feathery room. He sighed. "I-I have no idea."

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Despite earning a few odd looks from his fellow classmates, Adrian Martin excused himself and ran to the school toilets. He knew it was a weird move to do after just getting viscously attacked by birds . . . but he needed to get out of that environment.

He need to stop hearing his voice in his head.

Water ran from the sink as the teen rapidly splashed his face, ignoring the stinging sensation he got due to the small cuts on him. His head continued to ache as his cut hands clutched at the sink, his lips letting a big sigh escape.

"Geez, that looks like it hurts."

Instead of another shocked reaction, the redhead slowly shook his head as his breathing grew shaky. "Who-Whoever s doing this . . . stop it. It's not funny."

"Come on, Adrian . . . don't you recognise the voice of your best friend?"

"I said stop!" The teenager's angered scream as he whirled round shook the walls, leaving him in a heavy silence afterwards. No one was there. No one was in the room with him.

"Adrian?" A concerned voice spoke on the other side of the door, the redhead straightening up at the voice of his boyfriend. He must've been gone longer than he had thought. "Tiger, you in there?"

Adrian quickly pretended to finish washing his hands as Stiles came in, eyebrows furrowed at the boy. "What was all that about? I heard you yelling."

"I . . . umm." The Martin boy swallowed thickly, eyes looking around for an excuse. "I stubbed my toe on the toilet."

"You yelled at a toilet . . . because you stubbed your toe?"

"Yeah, let's move on." Adrian quickly waves it off as he tried to walk past his boyfriend and out of the now awkwardness he himself had built.

The boy's arm was gently tugged back before he could leave, spun round to meet the hazel coloured eyes of the Stilinski teen. "Adrian, are you sure you're okay? It's okay if you're not."

It's not. It's not okay. Was the redhead's only thought as he shook his head. "I'm fine."

When the two boys walked back into the classroom together, Noah gave them both a small smile. Adrian awkwardly smiled back, looking around to see if any of his classmates were staring. I mean . . . he had just gotten back from the bathroom with Stiles Stilinski. Thankfully, nobody noticed.

"Mr Argent," Stiles' dad walked past the two boys and up to Chris, who was inspecting his daughter's bandaged hand. "you wouldn't happen to have any insight into this, would you?"

"Me?" The Hunter confusedly answered back with just as the two boys behind him gave the Sheriff strange looks behind him. How would Chris know anything about birds going crazy?

"Yeah. All this bizarre animal behaviour, it's . . . you must have seen something like this before right?" Stiles' dad surveyed the chaos around them, squinting his eyes.

The Argent father and daughter shared a quick glance before Chris spoke up again. "I'm not sure why I would of you think I would."

The Sheriff of Beacon Hills didn't speak for a moment before he apologised. "I'm sorry. I could have sworn I overheard my son talking about how you were an experienced hunter." He jerked his thumb at his son, who was quick to avoid the stare by looking down at his phone.

"Ah, right." The man nodded, looking back at the older Stilinski. "Well, not anymore."

"We should've just stayed in the toilet." Adrian grumbled under his breath, the boy beside him hearing and snickering at the comment.

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"So, wait, you're telling me soft, asthmatic boy McCall . . . got a tattoo?" Adrian summarised as he and Stiles hopped into the jeep, the Stilinski boy explaining their situation after calling a hurried Scott.

"Yep." Stiles stiffly nodded as he put his keys in the ignition, beginning to pull out of the car park. "His werewolf powers healed the thing right up. Which, if you ask me, was a good thing because the tattoo sucked."

"Doesn't Derek have a tattoo though? On his back?" The redhead curiously turned to the boy, seeing him nod.

"Exactly." Stiles pursed his lips as he stared at the road again, something else seeming to roll in his mind. "I also think I know why you got such a weird feeling back in class."

"You do?" Adrian turned in his seat, his ginger eyebrows furrowed at the change of subject.

"Yeah. I mean, crows are normally seen as the bird of death, right? Maybe your Necromancer abilities kicked in because of the crows." The Stilinski boy guessed.

"So, what? Every time I seen a crow, my body's going to freak out?"

"No. What I'm thinking is that this can't be a coincidence. First the deer, then your dog, and now the birds. It's all linked somehow." The boy ranted on, one hand off the wheel to make gestures.

"Yeah, linked to death." The Martin mumbled as he stared out of the window, trying to allow his mind to focus on the beautiful nature outside rather than the problem that was his life.

When the two pulled up and walked inside the Hale house, they found Scott sat on a wooden stall as Derek inspected his arm the tattoo had supposedly been on. Adrian and Stiles watched behind curiously, watching as Derek's red alpha eyes allowed him to see the mark.

"Yeah, I see it. Tow bands, right." The werewolf mumbled, Scott nodding as his hand traced over his bicep. "What does it mean?"

The other werewolf remained silent for a few moments before he gave a short shrug. "I don't know, it's just something I traced with my fingers." Reaching down, he drew a small circle in the dust on the floor. Two larger circles right next to each other were then added.

"Original, Scotty." Adrian mumbled as Derek asked why the tattoo was so important to him. The redhead had to admit, he didn't see the emotional value to the symbol.

"Do you what the word 'tattoo' means?" Scott responded with a question, looking up at Derek.

Stiles leaned forwards with a smug look as he answered for the older werewolf. "To mark something."

"Well, that's in Tahitian." Scott acknowledged with a nod. "In Samoan, it means 'open wound'. I knew I wanted to get a tattoo when I turned eighteen. I always wanted one. I just decided to get it now, to make it kind of a reward."

"For what?"

"For not calling or texting Allison all summer." The tanned werewolf honestly replied with slight hesitance, a faint pain covering his eyes. "Even when I really wanted to, even when it was really hard sometimes. You know, I was just trying to give her the space she wants. Going four months later, it still hurts. It still feels like a . . ."

Adrian frowned at the similar feeling, being reminded of his now dead best friend. The boy remembered only feeling pain after his death . . . along with denial. He could still recall the text messages and voice memos he had sent the late boy; some very emotional.

"Like an open wound." The Martin boy finished with a whisper, Scott looking up and giving him a small nod.

No one spoke as Derek leaned down and picked up a blow torch, making Adrian's green eyes widen. "Okay, Derek, you're a bad bitch." He mumbled silently, backing away from the werewolf with the object.

"The pain's gonna be worse than anything you've ever felt." Derek ignored his comment, his gaze trained of the werewolf in front of him.

"Ah, that's great." Stiles sarcastically muttered beside his boyfriend.

"Do it." Scott nodded, his eyes seeming to spark with a bit of determination as the blow torch was switched on.

"Okay, we're out." Adrian quickly said as he grabbed Stiles' arm, the two boys rushing to the house door just as Derek stopped them from leaving.

"Nope," he shook his head at the couple, gesturing down to Scott. "You two are gonna hold him down."

"If this tattoo looks as ugly as Greenberg's face," The Martin boy mumbled as he took ahold of the tanned werewolf's shoulder, the Stilinski boy doing the same. "you're dead to me, McCall."

When the flame of the torch hit Scott's skin, he understandably let out a cry of pain. He struggled in the two boy's grip, Derek unfazed as he spoke to the struggling teens. "Hold him!"

Adrian gaped as he watched the skin on Scott's arm begin to welt, the pain making his werewolf irises and fangs grow.

Scott McCall only lasted a few more seconds of crying out in pain before he passed out.

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Adrian, Derek and Stiles were all watching Scott as he awoke with a gasp. When the tanned boy looked down, the tattoo was permanently marked on his arm. "It worked." He breathed out with a grin.

The Martin hummed with a nod as he walked over and handed the sweating boy a white shirt. "Yep. It's now on your skin forever. Congrats."

"Yeah, it looks pretty damn permanent now." Stiles chipped in as the three friends began to make their way out of the house, the boy's hand slipping down to hold the redhead's.

"Yeah, I kind of needed something permanent. Everything that's happened to us, everything just changes so fast. Everything's so . . . ephemeral." Scott replies with, a certain wisdom in his words.

" . . . Studying for the PSAT's?"

"Yep." The werewolf nodded with a proud smile. He began to walk again, only to be stopped by the attention being set on Derek Hale's newly painted red door. "You painted the door. Why'd you pain the door?" He asked the other werewolf, who looked up at him slowly.

"Go home, Scott." Derek spoke almost warningly, making Adrian no curious about the door too.

"You only painted one side." The Martin observed, giving a questioning look as the werewolf.

Before he could receive an explanation, Scott began to scratch at the door with his wolf claws to scrape the paint off. Derek was quick to walk towards them. "Scott."

The tanned werewolf continued his clawing at the door, small grunts leaving him as an imagine began to take place under the red paint.

It was a symbol of some kind. It was unlike any symbol Adrian had ever seen, unfamiliar with its triangular-like shape.

"The birds school and the deer last night, just like the night I got trampled by the deer when I got bit by the Alpha." Scott's eyes flashed with realisation, his dealt serious gaze turning to Derek. "How many are there?"

Derek sighed. "A pack of them. An Alpha pack."

Adrian's green irises widened as he shook his head stubbornly. "No, no, no, no! We are not doing this again!" He ran his hands through his hair. "God, a pack of Alpha's. Is that even allowed in werewolf laws?"

"I hear there's some kind of a leader." Derek answered him, his face serious. "He's called Deucalion. We know they have Boyd and Erica. Peter, Isaac, and I have been looking for them for the last four months."

Scott took a small step forwards. "Let's say you find them. How do you deal with an Alpha pack?" He wondered.

"With all the help I can get." Derek admitted, looking between the other werewolf and Necromancer in front of him. Stiles shook his head slightly, muttering under his breath.

"Where is she?" Isaac's voice made Adrian's eyebrows raise in surprise, not even knowing the teen was here until now. Turning round, he found the curly headed boy sat shirtless on a table. "Where's the girl?"

Scott looked between everyone, all seeing their confused faces. "What girl?"

Adrian gulped. "I've got a bad feeling about this."

A U T H O R. N O T E
well, this chapter took longer to write than expected but it's done now bruvs and that's what's most important!

i can feel the evil that is writers block creeping up on me and that is not okay! overall, i hope you're having a good day or night, bye!

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