malia tate is the spawn of satan in a v-neck (imalwayscold) wrote in nemetonlog, @ 2014-03-03 09:51:00 |
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This wasn’t going to be easy. Malia had to adjust, but she was in the past and that was definitely changing things. Stiles didn’t seem to know her. None of them…seemed to know her. That was fine. She couldn’t go home and face her dad, because none of that had happened yet, not here. That was fine with Malia, though. She didn’t want to see her dad. She didn’t want to have to look into those eyes, knowing what she had done. The guilt she felt was immeasurable. She honestly didn’t know what she was going to do with it all. That was why it was simpler to be a coyote. For the time being, Malia had been set up in an apartment. She didn’t even know how that had happened. Another effect of the tree stump, she supposed. But why had she been brought back to the past? It didn’t make a bit of sense. It wasn’t even supposed to be possible. But here she was. Here they all were. People were coming in from all over, it seemed. All over time and space. And it hurt Malia’s head to think about it too much. She was here now, and there was nothing she could do about it. She didn’t know if she’d ever go back to being a coyote, either. They might not even be willing to help her right now. Shivering, she pulled an oversized sweatshirt over her head, and got up to turn up the heat. She hadn’t slept well since she got here. Of course she’d probably never sleep as good as she had, as a coyote. She’d spent 8 years that way, it was hard not to want to go back to that. She wasn’t going to stay in the apartment all day, she was used to being out and active. At least she wasn’t locked up right now, that was a plus. Malia was free to come and go as she wanted. Something was happening in this town, something big. She could have said more to Stiles’s friends about what happened in the future, but she hadn’t. She couldn’t be sure about most of it, and it probably wasn’t a good idea to tell the future. And it wasn’t like it’d be the exact future they’d even experience now. Too much had changed for it to all happen that way. She wasn’t supposed to be here now, not like this. But here she was, so it only made sense that the future had changed. Butterfly effect or something. It was hard to get used to being human again, but she didn’t plan on staying that way long. She hoped that she was going to be able to go back to being a coyote again. She just had to wait awhile. Maybe she’d even change her mind, but she didn’t think so. She left her apartment, and headed out. She figured a run might help a bit, even if it wasn’t the same as when she’d been a coyote. Maybe she’d talk to Stiles again later, get him to talk to Scott. There had to be a way to help her go back. Right now though, they didn’t know her. And so they’d never trust her. And why should they? She wasn’t even sure she trusted herself. She sighed, picking up the pace as she ran. She needed to clear her mind, and hopefully stay warm. She could never get warm enough. |