Title : The Omni
Author : Tariq ( formerly Aeris Jade Orion )
Rating : R
Pairing : SM/AA
Timeline :
Summary : Scott gets transformed into a skinwalker.
Authors note: It's unbeta'd. At the moment I
have no beta reader for this genre. So drop me
a line if you're interested.
Second, due to health issues, and taking care
of my disabled mom, I haven't been able to
write much. But over the last several years
I've managed to slowly write on a number
of stories.
What I've decided to do is go ahead and
publish what I've managed to put together.
The stories are unfinished, and sometimes,
the last chapter I worked on is unfinished.
Plus, there maybe multiple chapters, each one a
different version. Just warning everyone.
So I apologize in advance.
Disclaimer : Not mine. All characters belong
to MTV
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Prologue
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Scott's breath came in heavy pants. Each one
visible in the air before him. The cold clung
to him in droplets of dew. Making him shiver
despite his being in wolf form.
Fear filled his mind and body. The dark forest
seeming like a nightmarish creation instead of
the sancutuary he so loved. The shadows twisted
and gnarled to the silver moonlight, snapping at
him, not hiding.
His heartbeat tried to pound out of his chest.
So loud he feared his mom could hear it all the
way at the hospital where she was couldn't
working a shift.
He swallowed hard as he felt his stalker get
closer to him. Whoever, whatever was out there
was silent, scentless, and had been drawing
the hunt out for hours. Now they were closing
in.
The teen wished he had his cell phone, but the
monster had destroyed it within minutes of the
start of their game of hide and seek. Along with
Scott's bike.
A cat like snarl filled the air, and his head
snapped up. He leapt up at the pitch black
figure soaring at him. The two bodies meet in
midair. Teeth flashed and sank into the teen's
shoulder, biting until the bone cracked.
" Urgh..." Scott slashed the creature across the
face, but it refused to let go.
He could feel something hot and painful spreading
from his shoulder into his body. Venom like.
Blinking rapidly at the sensation, he gripped the
monster's black hair and tried to yank back.
The clouds over the moon drifted further south
lighting the small clearing up. For the first time,
Scott got a good look at his hunter.
It was a human/feline hybrid the same way Scott
was a human/wolf hybrid. He was middle aged with
black hair, small, lean body. The differences was
in the shift.
The ears were pointed, but the facial hair was
finer, much shorter, very soft. The eyes were
yellow feline. The claws were thiner, longer,
sharper. The body was more flexible, and faster.
" What are you doing? " Scott panted.
The creature released it's hold and backed away.
It licked it's chops. Flashing thinner fangs and
less jutted jaw. A longer, cat like tongue
flickered out.
" Making a beta. " It purred in satisfaction.
" I'm already a beta. " Scott nervously pointed
out. " A werewolf beta. "
" Poor naive wolf. " It laughed manically.
" Didn't your old Alpha teach you anything.
There's more out there than wolve's. There's
witches, vampires, mermaids, fairies, all your
little myths. Including me. "
Before Scott's eyes the feline began shifting
into a werewolf, and then it shifted again, this
time into some sort of human/bear hybrid.
The man grew by two feet. His eyes became
completely black like a bears. The fangs grew
enourmous and thick like a bears. The jaw jutted
out, and the facial hair grew thick, wild, out
of control. The man's muscles tripled in size,
and bear claws grew.
" The Skinwalker. " The monster declared with
raised arms. " I can become any animal who's
heart I devour, and now so will you. "
" Why me? " Scott demanded angrily. " Why did
you chose me? Why this town? "
" Because you were able to resist your Alpha's
call. Don't you know how rare that is. You have
a lot of potential. " The Skinwalker stared at
him greedily. " I will make you into my most
trusted lieutent. With you by my side, I will
make the supernatural community bow at my feet. "
Scott backed up a step as he realized the man
wasn't just dangerous, but insane.
" But first, we must do some clean-up. We really
have to get rid of your excess baggage. Those
friends of yours and your mother, has to go. "
The man sighed in a put out way.
The teen turned to run, but skidded to a stop
when he found himself facing the Skinwalker.
" Going somewhere? " The Skinwalker asked
casually.
' Oh god. ' Scott swallowed.
The man was faster than Peter had been. Crazier,
and in Scott's heart he knew, far deadlier. But
for some reason, he wanted Scott.
" I want to make a deal. If you promise to let
my friends and family live, I'll leave with you.
Tonight. We'll just go, get out of Beacon Hills. "
Scott desperately tried.
" Why should I do that? "
" Because you want to rule the supernatural
community. Beacon Hills has just two werewolves,
if you count me, and a ton of hunters. Everyone
else is normal. " Scott explained. " Besides
you said yourself, I managed to resist my last
Alpha, what's to say I won't be able to resist
you. "
" This is a boring town. " The man agreed
reluctantly. " There isn't a community to take
over here, either. I'd really have to be in a
more active area like LA or New York. Not to
mention how much you'd probably complain about
having killed your friends... Fine, we have a
deal, we're leaving. "
Scott relaxed slightly, following after the
Skinwalker. Of course, just because he agreed
to leave, didn't mean he'd stay. Once he found
the chance, he was running and he wasn't going
to stop.
Not until he'd killed his newest Alpha.
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Scott clutched his bookbag close to his chest.
The wind tearing at the old brown leather as
the battered South American train speed through
the jungle.
Sweat beaded down his brow. The sun beating away
at his skin. The thin white shirt he was wearing
giving him no protection against it's sharp rays.
The metal of the train roof scorched his legs.
Making him regret wearing cut off blue jean
shorts instead of pants. Though if the heat didn't
kill him, the humidity would.
Not that he minded, just as long as Raim couldn't
track him here. He'd already been chased across
America, and most of Mexico.
Now, it was time to train, again.
Being changed from a werewolf to a skinwalker
had messed him up. It had made him more
animalistic. Since his only animal was wolf,
it meant he was more wolf like than ever.
His temper was completely screwed up. His
emotions out of control. He was always on
the verge of shifting. His abilities were
doubled, making it harder to be around society,
and that was just to start with.
Now he was going to do what was necessary. He
was going to isolate himself in the jungles of
South America and train himself to exhaustion.
He was going to get back some sembalance of
control.
Then, he was going to hunt.
He was going to figure out which animals would
be the most useful, and he would take their
heart. Then train some more. Because it was
the only way he would stop the Alpha.
To stop Raim The Destroyer.
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The skinwalker took the High school diploma
sadly. He wished with all his heart his mom
and friends could be there to celebrate this
occasion with him. To see him, the idiot unable
to get higher than D's, graduate.
But they couldn't. It wasn't safe.
He couldn't contact them in anyway. No letter's,
postcards, phone call's, e-mail's, nothing. He
simply couldn't risk Raim going after them, or
thinking Scott was hiding in Beacon Hill's.
Just getting his High school diploma had taken
the help of a werewolf hacker he'd meet in New
Zealand. The werewolf had been able to get
Scott's transcripts, and make a fake set of
documents showing him as emancipated.
With both of those, he was able to continue
running, and his schooling. He didn't want to
but he figured his mom would kill him if he
didn't. Not to mention he couldn't be a vet
if he didn't go to College.
" Thanks. " He said softly.
" Good luck, Mr. McCall. " Principal Wilson
clapped his shoulder.
Scott walked away from the giant man, staring
down at the rolled up piece of paper numbly.
He had several offers for College. Not great
ones, but good ones, all on sports scholarship.
It was time to move on, of course.
Raim would show up if he didn't. Yet, he had
College to think about. Vermont, Washington,
Canada, Egypt, India, Russia...
He was heading for Africa for now. He had more
hunting to do. More training. Then he'd make
a decision.
Wherever he ended up going. It would be far
away from Raim, and he doubted he would stay
longer than a year. So he would need to be
able to transfer.
A lot.
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Chapter One
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The house was the same it had been when he left.
His mom's car was newer. Replaced with a four
door sedan. Obviously used, but in good condition.
A red color lacking scratches.
He took his eyes off it and turned on the alarm for
his black off roader. He'd personally hand built,
and modified the Jeep CJ-7. It was a 1986 Jeep
but it could get to places no other car could.
Making it perfect for him.
The best part, in his mind, was it was a soft
top. Right now, he didn't have it on. So it
was without doors, or a top. Free to the air,
to the great outdoors.
Scott tucked his keys into his worn jeans, and
walked up the path to the front door. He was home
for the first time in years. It seemed like it
had been centuaries.
It was the exhaustion. Perhaps the running.
Maybe even all the training he had to do. Or
a combination of all three. It just... It wore
down on him. Tearing at his soul, weighing him
until he dragged.
He pressed the doorbell. Smiling at bell ringing
through the house. It had been so long since
he'd heard it. So long since he'd been able to
give in to the idea of being here.
Because of Raim.
" Yes? Can I... Scott? "
He trembled at the sight of his mother. She was
the same. A little gray around the temples, but
nothing else was different. She was wearing her
off duty clothes. Jeans and a white blouse.
" Hey, mom. " He whispered weakly, waving at the
tearful woman. " I'm back. "
He nearly yelped as she yanked him forward into
a tight hug. She almost strangled him from how
strong she held him around his throat. In fact,
he couldn't help but wonder if she wasn't a
werewolf, or vampire, or something.
" Where have you been, young man?! " She demanded.
" Do you have any idea how worried I was? I was
out of my mind? I thought you were lying dead in
a ditch somewhere! "
" I'm sorry. " He assured, rubbing her back. " I
didn't want to go, in fact, I tried to get away.
I really tried. "
" What do you mean? " She pulled away, wiping
furiously at her face. " What happened to you? "
" I was kidnapped, and he was a real psycho,
too. "
" Oh god, Scott, did he hurt you? " Melissa
began to feel his arms and chest for broken
bones.
" Mom! Mom! Stop! " Scott grabbed her hands.
" I'm fine. I managed to escape from him
after he kidnapped me. "
He immediately regretted saying that because
she slapped him in his shoulder.
" Hey! "
" Why didn't you call the police?! " She demanded.
" It isn't that simple. This guy has friends in
law enforcement stretching up to the CIA. He could
make you and my friends disappear with just a word.
As long as I didn't try to come home, or get help,
he wouldn't touch you, and concentrate solely on
me. " Scott shrugged. " So I ran, and I kept
running. "
" Until now. " His mom said.
Scott nodded tiredly.
" Why? You're talking like this guy is still
chasing you. So why come back now? "
Scott closed the front door, then moved to the
couch, and sat down.
" I don't need to worry anymore. " He lied.
" He's not chasing me. Years of chasing me
without success got to be too much for him, so
he finally gave up. "
The truth was he had given up, to lure Scott
back to Beacon Hills. After all, why hunt the
unapproachable animal, when you can bring the
animal to you.
But his mom didn't need to know that. She was
already an emotional wreck over his disappearance.
The last thing she needed was to deal with her
son's kidnapper in town trying to get him.
" You're sure? "
" Positive. " He smiled at her.
" You'll talk to Sheriff Stilensky just in
case? " She eyed him carefully.
" Yeah. "
" Alright. I'll call him while you bring your
things in. Your room is clean and ready to use,
but otherwise untouched. " Melissa grabbed the
cordless. " Oh, your schooling, we'll need to
get you caught up. Not to mention new clothes,
and..."
Scott couldn't help but light up at her going
into supermom mode. It made the chains lift
from his heart. His mind stopped running a
thousand miles a minute.
" Mom, I graduated College three months ago.
I'm a fully liscensed vet now. " Scott stopped
her.
" You..." She teared up.
" I meet a hacker in New Zealand. He helped me
get back into school. It was hard. Real hard with
all the running, but I managed. It was... " He
trailed off. " It was almost impossible at times.
No parent to pay for things, or house, or car...
There were times when I wanted to just drop out,
but I knew you wanted me to go to College, so I
bullied my way through. "
She hugged him again, and he felt his own tears
start. The tears he'd denied himself since the
night he'd bargained himself for her safety. For
his friends safety.
" I'm so proud of you. " She whispered.
And he sobbed because he needed the release.
Because he could finally rest, if only for one
day. Because he was finally home.
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Scott considered his choice with great
concentration. What he did here would effect
the entire night. No. The entire week. Maybe
even the next two weeks.
This choice had to be weighted and counter-
weighted. Pros and cons listed.
The newest Spiderman movie or the newest Batman
movie. The newest Batman series the Dark Knight
was very cool. However, the Spiderman movie's
weren't to be sneezed at.
Decisions, decisions.
' Wait, werewolf movie. ' Scott paused at yet
another movie he'd missed while on the run. ' I
could get all three and make a night of it. '
Which would mean a stop at the grocery store.
Junk food was a definte must have. Popcorn,
chips, soda, ice cream, candy, hot dogs, and
whatever else he felt the need to make himself
sick on.
" Scott, man, dad said you were back. Then I
called your house and your mom said you were
here. " Stiles appeared in front of him, looking
the same, except a little older. " Dad told me
what you said, dude, we have got to talk. "
" He would if you shut up a second. " Jackson
grabbed Stiles shirt collar and physically
pulled him aside. " So what happened, and don't
give us the crap you feed the Sheriff. "
He smelled Allison and Lydia behind him. He fought
the urge to turn around. Instead he took the three
movies, heading for the front.
" We'll talk later, this isn't the best place. "
He stated simply.
" Don't give me that. " Jackson's temper flared.
" We're in public. " He rolled his eyes. " Trust
me what I have to say can't be said here. "
He sat the movies on the counter with his card.
" Why don't we meet at my mom's a little later?
I have another errand to run. " He said, paying
for the movies.
" Right, and how do we know you won't run off? "
Jackson bristled.
" He won't run off. " Allison protested. " If
it'll make you feel better, I'll go with him. "
" Right, so you can make googoo eyes at him. "
Jackson scoffed.
" Leave her alone. " Lydia ordered. " She's a
big girl, capable of taking care of herself. "
" I guess. " Jackson looked Scott over. " Not
that there's anything to go gaga over. You look
like a bum. "
Scott glanced down at himself. He really did look
like a bum. Though clean. His jeans were several
years old and so worn they were like cotton cloth.
Tattered at the bottom, holes at the knees, and
a few scattered over the calves and thigh's. The
once dark blue color was so light blue it was
almost white.
He had no socks on. He no longer bothered. His
shoes were black leather mocs. So old and battered
they were covered with creases. The leather was
faded. Weather worn and dusty. Easy to toe off in
an emergency, or slip on fast. When the sole got
worn out, he simply went to a shoe repair, and
had them replaced.
His current shirt was royal blue. So old the
color had become blanched in places, giving
it a tied dyed effect. There were no holes,
or stains.
The only jewelry he had on was his sports watch,
which had seen better days, and a necklace. A
wolf's tooth necklace.
" Ah. " Scott rubbed his neck sheepishly. " Yeah,
I've learned to go minimilist. "
" Try cheap. " Lydia remarked.
Scott headed out to his Jeep, tossing the movies
into the back.
" Leave him alone. " Allison glared. " I'm sure
being on the run wasn't easy on his wardrobe. "
" Or his wallet. " Stiles commented.
" True. " Lydia thoughtfully agreed.
" Actually, I have quite a bit saved up. " Scott
smiled crookedly at the group. " I actually ended
up with the deed to a diamond mine, and it brings
in a small income. "
Lydia pushed past Allison and grabbed his arm.
" A diamond mine? Really? " She let out breathlessly
before spinning to Allison. " If you don't want him,
I'll take him. "
" Like I said, it's a small income, Lydia. " Scott's
protest fell on deaf ears. " Just enough to keep me
living comfortably. "
" Well I do want him. " Allison rolled her eyes,
and climbed into the Jeeps passenger seat. " We'll
meet you three at his mom's. "
" Okay. " Stiles agreed. " I still have a key, so
we'll just wait there. "
" Right. " Scott sighed as Lydia was eyeing him
intently. " Later. "
He walked around, and started the Jeep.
" Where are we going? " Allison asked.
" The grocery store. " Scott answered, driving
down the block to a twenty four hour Wal-Mart.
" I shouldn't have mentioned the diamond mine to
Lydia. I was just trying to get them to leave my
clothes alone. "
" Don't worry about it. She'll back off in a few
days. Though, she may ask for a couple of diamonds. "
Allison chuckled. " How did you even end up with a
mine? "
" It was when I was in Brazil. I stumbled across
a small town being terriorized by a jaguar. One
guy, the owner of the mine, asked me to hunt and
kill the jaguar. He said if I did, he'd give me
the mine. " Scott parked the Jeep outside the
doors to the grocery store side of Wal-Mart.
" Why would he just give you the mine? " Allison
got out. " It doesn't make sense. "
" Actually it does. " Scott chuckled. " When you
consider the fact, the man was a millionaire who
believed he'd mined it dry. "
Allison stared at him in shock. " He offered you
a dud? "
" Nope. " Scott tugged Allison toward the store.
" He offered me a perfectly good mine he thought
was a dud. "
" Wh... " Allison blinked in confusion.
" He was using locals to mine it. Locals he abused,
underpaid, and sent into extremely unsafe conditions.
Several of the locals had been killed working in
the mine. So they had made him believe it had been
mined dry. " Scott explained.
" So you killed the jaguar and got the mine. "
Allison picked up.
" Yeah, and Mr. Richards laughed in my face. Told
me the mine was worthless, then he packed up, and
left South America. " Scott shrugged. " Of course
I wasn't sure what to believe. I went to the mine
myself and checked it out. A couple of locals were
hanging around. A spokesman talked to me about the
situation. "
" And? " Allison prodded.
" We came to a general consesus. One he was quite
satisfied with. " Scott smiled at her. " Including
safe working conditions and health insurance. "
" I'm glad. " She grabbed a cart. " So everything
worked out? "
" Yeah. I talk to him regularly. Make sure nothing
is wrong, and everyone is happy. " Scott headed for
the snack section at the back wall.
" I didn't think I'd ever see you again. "
Scott hesitated at the comment. " I almost lost
hope I'd ever get home. "
" Was it bad? "
" Worse than it was with Peter. " He hoarsely
admitted. " Much, much worse. "
Far worse. But the explanations would wait for
later. For now, he had junk food to hunt.
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" Man, did you get enough junk food? " Stiles
gaped.
" I tried to tell him. " Allison sighed in
exasperation. " He wouldn't listen to me. It
was like he was on a mission. "
" Do you know how long I've gone with the basics? "
Scott demanded, waving a bag of Waves Lays at the
woman. " Do you know how many movies I've missed? "
Allison held her hands up in surrender.
" Which brings me to why I'm standing in geek
nightmare. " Jackson glared around the house.
" An explanation for your cut an run. Now. "
Scott tossed the last container of dip into the
now stuffed fridge. He just hoped his mom didn't
kill him for going a little overboard. However, he
felt he deserved a little freedom after his lack
of comfort for so long.
" Well, truthfully, the story I told the Sheriff
is the truth. " Scott shut the fridge and headed
into the living room.
" What? " Jackson scoffed. " Don't give me that.
No human could kidnap you. You maybe pathic but
you're a werewolf. "
" I didn't say he was a human. " Scott jumped
onto the couch. " I just said he kidnapped me. "
" Wait, he wasn't human? " Stiles sat down eagerly.
" What was he? Why didn't you fight him? "
" And that's were things get very complicated. "
Scott sighed.
" What do you mean? " Allison curled up next to
him.
" The night it happened, Raim, the guy who took
me shattered my phone and destroyed my bike. "
Scott frowned at the memeory of that night. " He
hunted me for hours. I never saw him, couldn't
smell him, nothing. He was playing with me the
whole time. He made Peter seem like a human baby. "
" Holy hell. " Lydia paled.
" Yeah. Finally, he attacked me. Bit me on the
shoulder. Then he just let go. " Scott sank back.
" Why? I mean, if he was so powerful, why not just
kill you? " Jackson stared intently.
" Because he wasn't trying to kill me. " Scott
clenched his fists. " He was making a Beta. "
" A... Beta. " Stiles blankly said. " Okay, maybe
I'm missing something, but you're already a Beta. "
Scott meet Stiles eyes sadly. His friend was
always piecing things together. He could already
see him trying to work through this puzzle.
" Raim is what's known as a Skinwalker. " Scott
answered the unasked questioned. " It's a
different type of were, and yes, he was successful
in making me a Beta. I'm a Skinwalker now. "
" Different how? " Jackson leaned forward with
a disturbing gleam.
" Two things. One, their more animalistic. "
Scott ground his teeth. " But the second and
main difference. They can shift into any animal
whose heart they've eaten. Mystical or normal. "
" Good God. " Stiles breathed with wide eyes.
" Once Raim bit me, he said I had to kill my
human pack off, including my mom. I tried to
run, of course. I swear all I did was turn
and he was already standing there. Just there
like he hadn't moved an inch. " Scott empathized.
" I realized I had no hope of getting away
from him, so I made a deal. I would leave town
with him if he swore to let all of you live. "
" Scott, no. " Allison grabbed his hand.
" He agreed. " Scott told her. " He was worried
I might be able to fight his control like with
Peter. "
" But you told Dad you escaped him like a month
later. " Stiles somberly spoke up.
" Yeah. He locked me up in a bedroom while he
went out. He didn't know I'd stolen a butter
knife. While he was gone I used it to remove
the door hinges. Then I ran. " Scott explained.
" Awesome. " Stiles smirked.
" Not awesome. " Lydia scolded. " Why didn't you
call for help? "
" Raim has Skinwalker friends in law enforcement.
I'm talking FBI, CIA, JAG. " Scott shuddered.
" I've seen them, talked to them. They are very
bad news. He made it clear he could make you guys
disappear. Not just you, but your families. "
" On second thought, running was a good plan. "
Lydia approved.
" No it wasn't. " Allison disagreed. " Where did
you go? How did you survive? I get you had the
income from the diamond mine? But what about your
education? "
" I've been all over the world. To master my
abilites, to gain more animals, I've had to hunt
in the far recess's of the planet. " Scott squeezed
her hand. " Surviving was harder. I depended on
the supernatural community some. Did a lot of
favors for various monsters and creatures. Built
up a lot of favors, in fact. My education was
rather tricky. A werewolf friend helped get me
back in school. "
" So you managed to graduate? " Allison asked.
" Graduate and went on the college. " Scott
bragged. " I'm a fully realized vet. I need to
talk to Deaton about a job, or see about setting
up my own clinic. "
" How the hell did you get in college? " Jackson
scoffed. " Despite the mine, there's no way you
could afford it. Not to mention if you really
were on the run. "
" Full athletic scholarship, and a lot of
transfers. " Scott shot back. " As for Raim, I
lied about one thing. He isn't finished with me.
He's just using a different tactic. I've heard
he's on his way here. "
" Shit! " Jackson stood up. " Well, great job,
McCall. "
" It's not his fault. " Allison shot up.
" The hell it isn't! " Jackson snapped.
" What was I supposed to do? Let him catch me? "
Scott questioned.
" Yes! " Jackson said. " Look, I don't care what
you have to do! Take care of your mess! "
Jackson stormed out of the house, slamming the
door behind him.
" Well, that was fun. " Lydia commented. " Now,
about those diamonds... "
The three adults turned to their friend in disbelief.
Somethings just never changed.
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To Be Continued