Chapitre 2: Chapter 2
"It's nice to see you too, Stiles. I see your still...very much you," Alex smiled weakly at his only cousin.
Even when he first met Stiles when they were both 8, he was a...disturbed and erratic child. It had taken Alex a long time to even learn how to speak to Stiles without getting a headache.
"That's the only person I know how to be," Stiles grinned, as everyone in the house released a long and very tired sigh.
"Sadly," Sheriff Stilinski said, causing Stiles to look greatly offended as he gasped and clutched at his heart.
"Hey! That's super hurtful," Stiles grumbled and pouted heavily.
Sheriff Stilinski shrugged and placed a hand on Alex's should, as he guided him into the house, "You'll get over it, but I think Alex should get some rest. He's had a long day."
"Fine," Stiles replied, and stepped out of the way as Alex walked into the house with all of his bags.
"You can go to your room. It's the second door on the left," Sheriff Stilinski said to Alex while pointing down the hall to a slightly opened door.
Nodding his head, Alex waved as he moved towards the open door, "Thanks. It was nice meeting you, Scott."
"You... too," Scott replied, but he still looked at Alex with a hint of confusion plastered on his face.
Alex smiled and carried his bags into his new room then dropped them as he crashed down on the bed. He barely even checked out his room, only caring about finding a soft bed as he fell asleep within minutes of laying down.
Back in the living room, Sheriff Stilinski stood sternly in front of his son and his supernatural partner-in-crime. He could see the curious gaze in Stiles eyes as his eye drifted towards the room Alex just went in, and already knew what he was thinking.
"I still have some work to finish, so I'm gonna head back to the station. And, Stiles, try to leave Alex alone for a while," Sheriff Stilinski scolded his son, who looked back in shock that he was even being accused.
Stiles took a moment to be offended, before reluctantly nodding his head and smiling, "I won't doing anything. Pinky Promise?"
Sheriff Stilinski didn't even turn to meet his son's eyes, instead he turned to Scott, who looked quickly, "Scott, keep an eye on him for me. Just let Alex get adjusted before you bother him. I'll be back," he said, then walked out the house to drive down to the station.
As Sheriff Stilinski walked out, Stiles still had a exaggeratedly devastated look on his face while Scott only smiled in amusement. Stiles kept up this act until he was sure his dad's car was still here, then immediatly flipped at the.
"Okay my dad's gone. Is Alex-," Stiles started only for Scott to finish for him. "He's asleep, I think," Scott replied with some uncertainty.
Stiles raised his eyebrow, seeing the confusion on Scott's face, it looked like he was constipated, "What do you mean, you think?" he asked.
"His heartbeat is, like, super slow. I can barely hear it," Scott explained still straining to listen.
"So he's calm?" Stiles asked.
"Yeah-no it's just...really hard to describe."
"Are you sure your wolfie powers aren't on the frizz cause of... Alison?" Stiles questioned, trying not to notice the wince that crossed Scott's face.
"No, no it's probably nothing," Scott waved off any concern, completely forgetting about Alex's slow heartbeat, as he quickly tried focusing on anything other than Alison.
Shrugging, Stiles quickly searched for a new topic of discussion, "Okay. About this bullet connected to Derek's disappearance. Are we seriously going to Mexico?"
As Stiles and Scott continued to talk about their plans to find Derek by heading to Mexico and meeting with the Araya Calavera, over wise known as the Mexican Argents, they slowly forget about the still sleeping member in the house.
Lucky for them while they discussed this sensitive information, Alex was still dead asleep. He laid completely motionless, but oddly enough there was a strange glint reflected from the window across from where he slept.
In the reflective window glass, a gigantic phantom of a blue tiger stood over Alex. It's ghostly body was barely contained by the room as it stood over Alex, watching him like a silent protector.
....
Slightly before the crack of dawn, Alex's eyes flashed open, and in an act of supernatural grace, he silently and swiftly launched to his feet. With these swift movement, his eyes also transformed, becoming a whitish-blue. His pupils glowed like a nightmarish flame that if stared at for too long would swallow you whole.
A low, thundering rumble soon followed from the back of Alex's throat, yet, was immediately stopped when he suddenly blinked.
Like coming out of a trance, Alex shook his head and returned back to his normal appearance. He shook his head as realized that wasn't in his room in Texas anymore, but he was in his new home in Beacon Hills.
Alex took a few deep breaths, before looking down at the bag and suitcase he had brought with him. Before passing out last night, he hadn't even tried to open them and just dropped them haphazardly on the ground.
'I guess it's time to unpack,' Alex sighed as he moved towards his bags and began to empty them. He put all of his clothes into the dresser, than began to remove the books and photos he brought with him.
He had had an entire album of photos with his mother and some of his favorite animals from the farm. His favorite horse and cow, Steven and Carl, were in most of the photos. Luckily, the farm he had inherited from his mother was being taken care of by some friends, as were the animals.
Looking through all of these memories, Alex felt his throat go dry as he came across the last picture he took with his mom. They took it only a few days before her death.
It was of Alex and his mother sitting together with the sunset in the background and a cake in front of them. They were there to celebrate Alex's birthday.
Feeling too emotional to stay in control, Alex hurriedly put away his things in his new room and grabbed a notebook from his duffel bag. He then changed his clothes and silently raced out of the house.
Although unfamiliar with his surroundings, Alex quickly found the nearby forest and raced into it at inhumane speeds. Flying through the forest with no clear direction, he continued to run until he heard movement.
Coming to a sudden halt Alex scanned the forest until his eyes locked with a large growling grizzly bear. The bear seemed aggressive as it growled, trying to be intimidate him.
Alex was about to growl back, but stopped when he noticed the small head peeking out from under the bear. Between the grizzly bear's legs was a small cub with wide brown eyes. And that wasn't all, as he finally noticed the bleeding gash that swept across the bear's hind leg.
Now that he knew the bear was only trying to protect it's cub while injured, Alex relaxed his body and showed his open palms to the bear.
"It's okay. I just want to help," Alex spoke, and slowly approached the injured bear. The bear bared its teeth, but froze when Alex flashed his fluorescent supernatural eyes.
The bear felt the gaze of a animal much more dominant than itself, but didn't feel threatened. Instead, it quickly understood that the strange creature only wanted to provide assistance.
As the bear calm down, Alex smiled as he walked towards bear and it's cub as he observed the wound on the bear's hind leg. It didn't take long before he positioned himself directly next to the injury.
"This is going to hurt slightly," Alex spoke while bring his hand towards the wound. It was a deep slash that was still fresh, probably made from an encounter with another bear or other predator.
And telling by the severity of the wound, it was surely hamper the bear's movements if it wasn't healed soon.
Keeping eye contact with the bear the whole time, Alex suddenly flexed his hands as five razor sharp claws sprouted from his fingertips.
The claws themselves were almost the size of Alex's own fingers, but there was something strange about them. From the glint and color of the claws it looked almost like they were made of some type of metal.
And in a swift, single motion, Alex stabbed these metal-like claws into the bear's wound.
Roarr!
As the large bear roared and thrashed in pain, Alex held in down as he had a look of pure concentration on his face. Slowly, but surely, the bear finally stopped thrashing as red and black veins began to appear on Alex's arms.
These veins travel down his arm and disappeared underneath his clothing, as suddenly the wound on the bear's leg began to heal at a visible pace. It only took a few moments before the wound completely healed over and a small patches of brown fur began to grow.
After a few more seconds, the bear was miraculously healed as the veins on Alex's arms disappeared.
Taking a sharp breath, Alex unflexed his fingers as his claws disappeared and he looked over his work. "You should be fine now," he told the bear, after seeing that its injuries were gone.
But one thing that was slightly surprising, was that the bear was almost staring at him with akin to worship. And then in an act of friendliness, the bear happily walked on it's freshly healed leg and it butted it's head against Alex's chest.
Tumbling to the ground, Alex chuckled as he was forced to pet the bear's large head, "It's nice to meet you too, big guy-," Alex paused as the bear suddenly growled.
Grrrr!
Quickly getting the message, Alex corrected himself, "Girl. Got it," he said, but then felt something rubbing against his leg. Looking down, he saw the little bear cub affectionately rubbing it's entire body against him.
Rubbing both of the bear's affectionately, Alex eventually ended up on the ground as the bears piled next to him. Lying there on the forest ground with the two bears, he slowly pulled out his notebook and a pencil he brought along with him.
Looking at the bear and cub tangled near his legs, Alex calmly sketched them as the sun slowly appeared in the background.
Drawing had always been a way for Alex to calm himself while learning to control his emotions. The rhythmic and repetitive motions were great tools to soothe both the mind and soul.
"I should get back," Alex spoke suddenly as he lifted the cub off his lap. As he stood up he proudly looked down at his amazingly crafted sketch of the baby cub.
Grrr! Yep!
Both the mother bear and her cub both growled out a farewell, as Alex rubbed their heads one more time before leaving. He turned to run out of the forest, not noticing a pair of glowing blue eyes watching from afar.
....
Both stumbling out of their rooms at the same time, Stiles and Sheriff Stilinski grunted at each other as they simultaneously yawning. "Morning," Sheriff Stilinski said.
Stiles was about to reply when he smelt something, "Hey...Dad, are you cooking something?" he asked.
"No, I thought that was you," Sheriff Stilinski was perplexed.
"I'm still not allowed to touch the stove after...the incident," Stiles winced. He could still remember the taste of the toxic concoction he attempted to make edible.
"Then who-..." Sheriff Stilinski questioned, but froze when he saw Alex's towering figure in front of the stove.
Not even turning his back at he stood over the stove cooking, Alex spoke, "Good morning." He then turned, showing off a small red apron he was wearing, and emptied the contents of his cooking on three separate plates.
On each of these plates, there were a small pile of crispy bacon, perfectly scrambled eggs, and fluffy golden pancakes. It looked like the food looked right out of a TV show.
Looking at each other then back at the food, Stiles and Sheriff Stilinski quickly sat down as they dug in to the delicious plate of food.
"Morning to you too, Alex," Sheriff Stilinski greeted while half-stuffing his mouth. "Did you sleep well?
"Good enough, I made breakfast," Alex replied, and sat down to eat his own plate.
"We can see that. This looks awesome!" Stiles exclaimed. He hadn't eaten a home cooked meal like this in forever.
"You didn't have to do this, you know," Sheriff Stilinski said.
"It's fine. I'm used to cooking every morning. I made breakfast, my mom had lunch, and we cooked dinner together," Alex said softly. He seemed to be in a cleaning trance.
"I-...feel free to cook whenever you'd like," Sheriff Stilinski could see that cooking was a way for Alex to be connected to his mother.
"Especially with our special diet of hamburgers and fast food," Stiles joked as he pat his dad on the shoulder, "You might actually save us a couple of years of life and high cholesterol."
Glaring at his son, Sheriff Stilinski looked at his and quickly realized the time, "This was great! I gotta head out, but Stiles try to show Alex around," he said quickly, and grabbed a mug of coffee that Alex also conveniently prepared.
"Got it, Daddy O'," Stiles called out as he and Alex waved him off.
As Alex and Stiles were alone, Stiles suddenly started laughing hysterically.
Looking towards his semi-psychotic cousin, Alex raised his eyebrow, "What's so funny?" he asked.
"Your, like, the Hulk, but you in that tiny apron is hilarious," Stiles explained while grinning.
"...It's the only one you had," Alex grumbled, then quickly took the small apron off.
"Don't cry, your like Martha Stewart on steroids. It's great!" Stiles cheered causing Alex to smile slightly.
"Thanks for the compliment," Alex said sarcastically, "So, what does Beacon Falls have to offer?"
"Well, we don't have any horses or whatever here. But we do have beautiful girls-," Stiles said, slipping into a daydream.
"Wait, do you still like that girl Lydia-," Alex asked, suddenly remembering a girl Stiles mentioned several times before.
"Umm...kinda. I'm sorta with this other girl," Stiles spoke hesitantly, while scratching the back of his head.
"What's her name?" Alex asked curiously, "Are you dating her?"
"Well, sorta...her name's Malia ," Stiles said with a dopey smile, as he seemed to be remembering something.
"I can't wait to meet her," Alex said and walked to clean up and was about to sit down, when he heard something.
Suddenly turning his head towards the front door, Alex felt his body naturally tense up, ready to attack. And his sense proved right, as the front door was suddenly slammed open by a pretty girl with brown hair.
"Malia, wait a second-," Stiles yelled, recognizing the girl to be Malia. His sorta-girlfriend and sleeping buddy.
Instead of answering, Malia stomped her way towards Alex and stared menacingly up at him, despite the major differences in height. She then yelled as her eyes turned a glowing blue and fangs sprouted from her mouth, "Why are you here?!"
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
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