It was a normal day, nothing out of the ordinary save for the typical talks about werewolves betweeen Stiles and Scott, and the insecure and awkward run ins with Derek and his pack which seemed to start becoming increasingly on edge with the promise of "war" coming with the pack of new alphas. Besides that, nothing is wrong... except for an empty seat. A guy nobody paid attention to in the chemistry class, he didn't stand out, he wasn't in a club of sports team, and he rarely if ever talked in class. Scott thought nothing of it, everyone gets sick or has something important to go to, why should I think anything more of it? Stiles didn't have the same opinion of course. After the typical detention in Mr. Harris' class Stiles visits Scott in Scott's room. "I've asked around, nobody has seen Claud around here all day, even at home." "Who's Claud?" Scott asks, it was indeed true that hardly anyone knew Claud outside his close family and friends, and not many were ins his classes or his school. "You know, the guy in our chemistry class that was missing today." Scott sighs, he isn't really convinced of the same urgency Stiles seems to be feeling. "Are you sure it's not just some family trip or something? Why are you so concerned over this guy being gone for one day anyway, you've been sick yourself and I've never worried that you were abducted by aliens, or werewolves for that matter." Stiles looks to the side for a moment, realizing how ridiculous it sounded for him to be making such a big deal out of a single absence, but he turned right back and said quite seriously. "I wish you would sometimes, but that's besides the point. His parents don't know where he is either, they haven't seen him since last night, and they thought they saw an animalistic sound near their house later that night, it has to be one of those werewolves that got him, maybe from Derek's pack." Scott understood, but shook his head slowly. "No, Derek wouldn't operate like that, and from what I know, there might be another explanation. I overheard that there is an alpha pack, a pack of all alpha werewolves here, it wouldn't surprise me to see them trying to get some food for themselves from someone hardly anyone knows around here." Stiles isn't satisfied with the answer. "So what are we gonna do about it, we can't just let more werewolves into this town and let people get killed, what if it's Allison next time when her family starts hunting these things, because you know they will. What if it's Lydia, Jackson, or heck, even me. You know how much they like to single out the weak shy ones in the movies right, by that logic I might be next!" Scott sets his hand on his friend's to help calm him down. "You know I wouldn't let that happen, and neither would Derek, he has no interest in seeing this new pack take over his town, and neither do I." Stiles still looks down slightly, saying a few more words before they begin to work on their rather untimely assigned project. "I hope your right, if Peter and Derek are as strong as they are as Alphas, I don't want to see what happens when a whole pack of them start knocking on our doors."

A few hours passed, things were unnatrually peaceful, given that someone was missing. After Gerrard's supposed death and the restoration of Jackson from being the Kanima the dangers rested only on the supposed threat of the Alpha pack. Of course, all good things must come to an end. Scott recieves a text from Allison, which seems to have been sent in a rather panicked fashion. It was sloppy and disorganized, but Scott understood it. "Something's happened, it looks like Allison overheard something from his parents they're hunting something down, but it doesn't look like a werewolf hunt." Stiles' mouth dropped. "Not a werewolf? First it's the Kanima, now it's... whatever this is? How many other things are there, are we going to see vampires next?" Scott had already started heading out the window. "I don't know, but considering what we've seen so far, I wouldn't be surprised." Stiles rolled his eye as he followed Scott out. "Oh God I am NOT looking forward to this."

Allison told Scott through the text that they were looking around in the forest area near the Hale house, just like every other supernatural occurance for some reason. On the way there he spots a figure, he can tell it's a male, in the 18-25 year-ish range, but the mist and fog makes it difficult to make out any concise details. Just as he approached the figure, it seemed to melt into the mist itself and disappear. Stiles notices that Scott seems to be distracted. "Dude what's wrong, did you see something." Scott is convinced it must have been a halucination, his senses wouldn't fail him out here, in a place he is so familiar with, he should have been able to tell who it was. "No... no it was nothing." Scott answered as they continued to walk in order to meet up with Allison.

As they approach the expected meeting place, something is wrong, Allison is there, but she's leaning against a tree holding her chest and breathing heavily. Scott is the first to notice, and therefore the first to panic. "ALLISON! Was all that was screamed out of his scared mouth, but it would not be the last words that came out. Stiles panics and fumbles with his cell phone to start calling an ambulence, Scott rushes to pick Allison up and inspect the wound just as an unknown voice makes itself known.

"Oh dear, to think I wasn't the only one here." Says what appears to be a young man. Stiles jumps at the voice of an unexpected visitor, it wouldn't be the first time that someone like Derek or his father caught him out here. "Who the hell are you?" But the young man ignores him while smiling and walks over to now dying girl. Scott reacts aggresively shifting into his werewolfish form. "Don't you come near her! You did this dind't you!?" The young man sighs, not remotely threatened by the monstrous being in front of him. "No, if it had been me I wouldn't have failed to kill her. Now let me see the wound." Scott relaxes slightly, but is still on guard. "What are you going to do to her, are you a doctor." The young man chuckles a bit before answering. "Not quite, I just know what happened to her... yup, she was shot." Scott panics again. "Shot!? Well we need an ambulence, we need to..." Scott is at a loss for words, his fear of losing Allison is becoming a reality and he doesn't know what to do. The young man sighs again, seeming to be bored with the situation, or perhaps just cocky. "Please stop yelling, there's no need to worry, this wound isn't real, it was inflicted by magic that changed the plot... er fate of this girl and the person who shot her, tell me, who else near her would use a gun?" Stiles answered first while Scott tries compose himself. "That crazy father of hers would probably be the one." The young man only smiles again, like the fact that a father shooting his daughter is something of a joke. "Well I am going to leave you with a lovely piece of advice, follow it and she won't die." Scott practically begins to beg for a miracle that would save his lover's life. "It's simple really, don't accept that she has or will be shot by her father, and convince her of that as well." Scott and Stiles both just stop for a second, and both say at the same time, "How is that supposed to help!?" The young man only sighs again "Just do it, you don't have any other options anyway, at this rate she'll die for real soon. You don't have the luxury to doubt me. If that is all, I will take my leave of this... stage for now." As he turns to leave, turning his back on the two boys who are now left frantically trying to talk to Allison to convince each other that she was not and will not be shot, but Scott asks one more question. "Who are you?" The young man stops and turns around, making a small rather showy bow. "You may call me... Claud Megiddo, don't worry, you'll see me again in class, I hope you did your homework. Ciao." The young man leaves, ignoring any further questions about how he knew what he did and disappears, seemingly melting into the mist just like the previous figure he saw earlier.

After a minute of successfully convincing each other of the ridiculous idea and believing that she wasn't really shot, the wound seemed to... vanish, there was no trace of blood or even a mark left where the wound was. Allison, now free of the pain that kept her from talking was the first to speak. "Thanks Scott, I didn't know what to do, my own father chased me... and-" Stiles quickly interjects. "It's probably best that we don't talk about it, if denying that you were shot stopped you from dying, then thinking that it really did happen may kill you. Allison and Scott both nodded. Allison was still shivering though, hugging herself into Scott's chest. "I don't know what to do, I can't go back home if my dad is still like this!" Scott holds her close, attempting to console her, at the same time her father comes out of the mist holding his head. "What are you doing with my daughter..." in his left hand is a gun. Stiles makes a quick statement. "We uh... found her out here, and no you didn't shoot her you just happened to have a gun." He instantly regret what he said. "OF COURSE I DIDN'T SHOOT MY DAUGHTER, WHY THE HELL WOULD YOU- to hell with it, whatever was out here isn't here now, it looks like we'll have to leave for now. Let's go Allison." Allison hesitates, but Scott and Stiles both nod, he apparently doesn't remember anything, and what Claud said earlier seems to make sense, their fate was altered. Once the Argents leave, Scott and Stiles start to leave, and Stiles brings up Claud again. "Yeah... that was definitely Claud, but he gave me the creeps, he has never acted like that before." Scott shook his head. "I wouldn't know, I didn't know him, but he does seem strange, he knew so much about that wound and what happened, he's definately connected, and the last thing he said... "see you in class", does that mean." Stiles sighed. "It seems like we are going to start seeing a lot more of the strange, and I was just getting used to the whole werewolf thing, no offense." "None taken, well I suppose we should hit the sack." With that the night ended peacefully, although strangely. There was no tolling of alarms for the distorted reality that occured before them, why would a father shoot his daughter? Why would a young man who just went missing turn up knowing so much about it? These questions ran through both the heads of Stiles and Scott.

The next day as they walked into class, they were assigned to groups of three, as much as Mr. Harris would have liked to keep them seperated, having them branch out would "infect the other students with Stiles' idiocy", so he decided to pair them up, as well as include the returned Claud. "Perhaps your inability to stay active in class may be solved by someone who actually takes responsability, like this gentleman who actually managed to meet his expectations despite his absence. They look at their partner, and they are shocked for a moment, but don't show it, they can't afford to here. "Ah, I don't believe we have met, my name is Claud Megiddo, I look forward to working with you. You are...?"