"Mischief night," I repeat for what seemed like the hundredth time as I watched Stiles dig in his pockets. 

Stiles groans, holding his flashlight through his teeth. "Yes, that is what I said five minutes ago."

I roll my eyes before I watch him pull out a key, sticking it into the door before pushing it open. "Of course you have a key to the school."

"I have a key to everything," he gloats, looking over his shoulder. I hike the duffle bag up higher on my shoulder as I follow him inside, hearing the doors slam shut behind us.

"I can't believe you got me up to do this," I sigh. He had practically shook me awake at freaking midnight to greet me with his nasty smelling breath, asking if I wanted to go on a night stroll or something like that. I thought he just needed a distraction from a nightmare he had, but little did I know that he wanted to break into the school and set up a prank. 

Stiles snickers. "I can't believe you believed that I wanted to go on a night stroll."

"I thought you had another nightmare!" I practically shout as we step into the boys locker room. 

He looks back at me, a smile no longer on his face. He doesn't say anything before turning back around, walking to his locker before opening it. I dropped the topic of his nightmares as I walked up behind him, dropping the duffle bag he had given me onto the ground.

"What about you?" Stiles asks me then, fishing through his locker for something I didn't know. "Have any other moments like you did in the car ride to school with Allison?"

I thought about telling him the time I saw Allison die next to me in her bed that night, but then I reconsidered. He had more to worry about than me; I didn't want to concern him. "No, nothing."

"That's weird," he says, grabbing something from the dark and sticking it into his pocket. "My nightmares are starting to become less frequent though, so maybe you're like me and we're starting to recover."

Hearing him say that made me wish it was true, but something told me that it was far from the truth. The truth right now was hiding away in the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment to lash out. I didn't want to know what that truth was, but I knew that I was going to get it one way or another.

"Maybe," I fade out, remembering what I had seen that day in the hospital after Jennifer had taken my sight. Like Deaton said, there was a darkness around our hearts and the nemeton would be a beacon again. Life can't get much easier for people like us. "What are you planning on doing here?"

"Every year we always prank Coach. We usually do something that he would never expect, but this year, I wanted to make it more obvious," he says, smiling before reaching down into the duffle bag, holding out a box. "I'm going to leave a box of nuts and bolts on his desk."

I raise my eyebrow as I cross my arms. "That's your big scheme? To leave a box on his desk?"

"Filled with nuts and bolts," he corrects me, lowering the box. "What, you don't think it's good?"

I shake my head. "I thought you were smarter than that."

"Oh wait, I forgot to mention the best part," he grins again, holding up a twine of string. "After he goes to pick up the box, it will trigger all of the objects we connect the string to to fall."

A smile forms on my face then. "That's the Stiles I know."

He laughs as he turns back around to shut his locker door, but when he turned back around to face me, something took me off guard. Either it was my eyes playing tricks on me or it was something else, but when Stiles had faced me again, his eyes were just empty sockets of darkness. I must have made a face and jumped backwards, because Stiles noticed.

"What?" he asks as I blink, it all going away as if it was never there. He stares at me in confusion, wanting to know what was on my mind.

I shake my head, rubbing my eyes with my fingers. "Nothing; I'm just tired."

Stiles shrugs it off as he grabs the duffle bag and heads for Coach's office, but watching him walk away made me wonder if I really was just seeing things. Maybe everything I've seen so far is my subconscious trying to tell me something that was coming, but that can't be right, could it? Jennifer took that part away from me.

Maybe I really am just seeing things.

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"Son of a bitch!"

Stiles and I look at one another before the door goes slamming open, revealing a beat red Coach. I knew he had just experienced the prank Stiles and I set up last night, and I was ready to hear all about it.

"Mischief night, Devil's night, I don't care what you call it. You little punks are evil! You think it's funny every Halloween for my house to get egged? A man's house is supposed to be his castle, not a freaking omelet!" Coach screams, beating his hand down onto Scott's desk for laughing.

I lean over towards Stiles. "Who egged his house?"

Scott grins then as Stiles looks at him. "Eggs were cheap last year."

"Oh no, not this again," Coach complains again, grabbing another box on his desk. I furrow my eyebrows at it, knowing that Stiles and I didn't do that one. "I don't think so."

I watch as he slams it onto the ground and stomps on it with all of his weight, causing the sound of broken glass to come across my ears. Stiles can hardly contain his laughter as he hides his face in his hands on his desk, barely able to breathe. I was right there with him; this was all too hilarious.

"Happy Birthday," Coach reads a card as he picks up the now broken mug, shaking his head. "Love, Greenberg."

I continue to laugh before my eye barely catches the window in the door, seeing John walk by with a couple of other cops. The smile on my face quickly fades as I look over at Stiles, seeing that he was still laughing and didn't see his dad.

"Why is your dad here?" I ask, furrowing my eyebrows. Stiles looks up then, a serious look washing across his face.

"He's here? Now?" he says, his eyes going to the door before he stands up quickly, walking out of the room as if he could freely.

Coach notices as he grabs a piece of glass off the floor. "Stilinski! What do you think we're running here?"

Stiles turns around as Scott and I stare. "It'll only take me five minutes. I'm sure it'll take you that long to clean up your mess."

Coach glares up at him as Stiles leaves the room without another word, making Finstock even more angry than what he already was. Scott and I exchange a glance of worry and curiosity, so I couldn't help myself when I stood up to go follow after him.

"Coral!" Coach screams at who was supposed to be me. "Sit your ass down!"

I turn and look around the room, pressing the back of my hand against the door. "Yeah, Coral! Sit your ass down!"

When I turned back around, I couldn't help but smirk as I left without saying anything else. I strained my ears to listen behind me, hearing Scott say something along the lines of "his name is Corey, Coach," and Scott getting the reply "I don't care if his name is Donald Trump or Greenberg!" but I kept walking.

Eventually I found Stiles up ahead talking to his father, the other cops that were there starting to spread out. John looks up when he sees me walk up, worry written on his face. It made me wonder what really was going on here.

"What are you doing here?" I ask, Stiles placing his hands on top of his head.

John sighs, having to tell the story over again. "William Barrow was spotted a couple of blocks away from here."


"Also known as the shrapnel bomber," Stiles adds on, stress in his voice.

His father nods. "We have to search the school. No one comes in, no one comes out."

My eyes widen. "We're on lockdown?"

"Until three when you guys get out," he says as a couple more cops walk by. I even notice Scott's father go by, but I didn't think much of him.

Stiles turns to me then. "And guess what Barrow said before coming here? He's after the kids with the glowing eyes."

I bite my tongue. "You mean like-"

"Yes that's what I mean like!" Stiles shouts at me, angry that I didn't catch on sooner. "Who else has glowing eyes?"

"Calm down," I say, holding my hands out. "I'm sure Scott and the others can track his scent or something."

"That's not a bad idea," John says, pointing at me before an officer pulls him away, but before he goes, he says something to both Stiles and I. "Be careful you two, okay? Don't leave each other's side."

"We're not 2, dad," Stiles groans before his father is gone, disappearing around the corner. Stiles turns to me then, taking a deep breath.

"Let's go catch ourselves a murderer."

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"He has to be here," Lydia says, pursing her lips. I could see the frustration on her face. "This buzzing sound...it keeps getting louder and louder."

"Well, the Police seem to think otherwise," I remark as I look out of the window, watching them leave. Stiles said that they have an eye witness that said they saw Barrow by the train tracks, but I was willing to be that Lydia was right. She's the banshee after all.

Stiles paces back and forth, freaking out clearly. "Okay let me sort this out. Allison went to search the Bestiary, the police are leaving, the werewolves are tracking Barrow's scent, and Lydia is hearing flies in her head."

"And now Jade is here to help," I hear a female voice say, causing me to look up and see Jade standing there in the doorway. She crosses her arms before leaning against the doorway. "Did I hear you say that the wolves were tracking his scent?"

Lydia, Stiles, and I all exchange looks before Stiles nods. "Yeah."

"Did it ever occur to you guys that maybe his scent isn't trackable?" Jade suggests, but I wasn't sure what she meant. "There's literally a room full of chemicals he could have doused himself in to stay hidden. Not to mention the fact that if he is in the basement, he's where the boiler room is. And guess what a boiler room can do when a murderer who likes to make bombs is in there?"

My heart drops into my stomach then, realizing what she was talking about. "He's going to blow up the school."

Lydia gulps. "We have to get everyone out of here."

Stiles was acting first as he ran around Jade and out of the room, leaving the three of us alone. Lydia and I look at one another before chasing off after him, Jade following closely behind us. I turn the corner to see Stiles pull the fire alarm, causing a loud ringing to sound in my ears. Everyone suddenly starts to head outside as Stiles grins, knowing that he could have just saved a lot of lives.

I smiled at him for a moment before I saw Coach come up behind him, grabbing his ear and tugging him out of the school. We chase after them to see him scolding him, a finger pointed in Stiles' face.

"If I was 4 years younger, I'd...I'd punch you!" he exclaims.

Stiles makes a face. "Coach, that doesn't make any sense-"

"Well it does to me," he says before his eyes land on me, and I knew I had something coming. "And you, Coral. I don't care what your name is, but if you start to follow in Stiles' footsteps here, you and I will be having lots of problems, and you'll be paying for my therapy bill."

I furrow my eyebrows before he walks away, but then I looked over and saw the wolves standing together. I start to head over there first before Lydia, Stiles, and Jade follow close behind, wanting to know if they had any luck. I could tell on their faces that they didn't, but I thought i'd ask in case.

"Find anything?" I say as Ethan and Aiden eye Jade.

They shake their heads. "Nothing. Not even a scent."

"Well it's 3 o'clock so school's over. If there was a bomb, wouldn't he have already set it off?" Stiles says, all of it not adding up right.

"Does that mean everybody is safe?" Ethan asks, looking away from Jade.

Lydia shakes her head. "I don't know. I just..."

"Aren't you like her?" Aiden says, pointing at me. "What do you know?"

Stiles speaks for me. "He's not like her. All he gets is visions, which your little friend a month ago took away from him."

"You don't get feelings?" Ethan asks this time, clearly not understanding what I was.

Stiles lets me answer this time. "No, I don't. Only visions."

"Is he still here, Lydia?" Scott asks, looking at the strawberry blonde. She looks around for a moment, listening for the flies, but she just shakes her head and plasters a failed look on her face; a look that showed us that she was giving up.

"I don't know."

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I'm baaaaack. Well, Corey's back actually.

This episode is so boring to write, guys. But I have to put it in there for this season to work if you know what I mean...I just hate it. I want to get to the juicy stuff already. But that'll come sooner than I know it.

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