Just a random drabble that popped into my head. Hope you like it. Even though it's not very good... anyway, enjoy!
Isaac was wondering. Just thinking about his life. It all just happened so fast. There wasn't really time to...process. He got the bite, his dad died, Jackson became the Kanima. Most days it was like watching a hi-def movie of his life. So now he just stopped, rewinded, played it all over again. Every laugh, every shiver, every drop of blood spilt. And he just...watched.
He thought about the last day he saw his father. He had been so relieved when his dad said all he had to do was clean the kitchen. He shouldn't have been so naive. But he'd never been more scared than when the cut healed. The look of confusion on his father's face had terrified him. He's going to put you in the freezer again, Isaac had thought. He's going to put you in the freezer, and this time you won't come out. So he ran. He hopped on his bike and went. And when it started raining he threw his bike aside and he ran and he ran and he ran. But the he realized his father would find him and punish him even more. So he went back for his bike. And what he found stopped him cold. Immediately he felt sadness. Sadness for who his father had once been, who he could've been. Then elation. He was comforted with the thought of freedom. But sadness won out.
Being Derek's first pack member made Isaac feel special. He felt like he finally had somebody to look up to. Sure Derek wasn't the warm fuzzy hugs type, but he was the closest thing to a brother Isaac had since Camden. Then Erica and Boyd came along. And suddenly he had a family. They all had their reasons for getting the bite. Isaac wanted to be strong. He didn't want to be afraid of his father anymore. He wanted to show him that he was worthy of his father's love, all of it. Erica wanted to be healthy. She didn't want to be the girl who pissed herself while she had a seizure. Boyd just didn't want to eat lunch alone. And now they had that. Their own little family, dysfunctional as it is.
He remembered how he was after the change. He acted like a cocky bastard. It was actually kind of fun. He practiced his smirk in the mirror every time he went to the bathroom. And he pulled off psychopath quite well if Stiles' reaction to his little anecdote was any judge. It was strange for him though, when he beat up those kids to get Scott and Stiles those tickets. He'd never really beat up a person a day in his life, and he probably never would again. Unless it had something to do with all the crazy werewolf drama. And the rave. If he hadn't had a job to do, he'd stop and stare. Before the bite, he'd be too chicken to go and have nobody to go with. Not that he needed someone now. If he got the chance, he'd probably go to another. If Boyd and Erica showed up anytime soon.
When Erica and Boyd went missing, Isaac panicked. He feared the worst for his pack mates, especially if Gerard Argent was involved. He went to the game to help Scott stop Jackson in the end. I came to win, he said. He did come to win. He would get his friends back, help Scott, and stop Gerard Argent. Erica and Boyd were still MIA though, and Gerard was dead, possibly. And then there was the matter of Jackson. It was a fine mess.
Isaac examined his new life. He had no father, missing pack members, a slightly off-kilter alpha, plus his crazy uncle, and an approaching alpha pack. Not to mention he had no eyebrows when he wolfed out. But now he had friends. He was strong. He had family, sort of. He had purpose, and for as long as he could remember he wanted that. To know who he was.