In celebration of the premiere of TW season 5B and the series premiere of the Shannara Chronicles, here are the first two chapter of TNH: The Dread Doctors. Now as you know Tyler H. left TW so obviously Derek hasn't appeared in season 5A canon at least. Fear not, I have managed to put Derek into this fanfic season so far (yay!). I'm just gonna say this, I thought writing Allison and Isaac for season 4 was hard turns out Derek is a bit harder (considering how he's a main character in this series). So please bear with me, if he's OCed and what not.
Also I am making some changes to the past seasons (none too big hopefully), that could effect this season later on (still working on season 5A), but I can't remember them all, so if you're confused about anything or everything feel free to ask!
THE REST OF THE SEASON WILL BE UPDATED WHEN SEASON 5B HAS FULLY AIRED! SO LIKE MARCH 8TH MAYBE?!
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NOW ONTO THIS SEASON! HOPE YOU ENJOY
In the distant future
A roll of thunder makes its way through Beacon Hills with lightening filling a blacken sky. To anyone, the scene might have normal, but there is one particular place that the storm seems to be more focused on for the time being. A place that seem to have held its own type of secrets. Unbothered by the strange location, a crow swoops down onto the metal gate outside Eichen House.
Inside the mental facility, stands Landon Martin under a steaming shower with a spaced out look on his face. On his side, there is an angry red scar, in shape of a bite mark just below his ribs. At the doorway of the showers, Cross, a nurse of the mental facility, stands with a towel waiting, "All right, you've had long enough." The nurse tells him, however Landon doesn't move an inch. Instead, he still stays staring at the wall in front of him, facing away from the nurse, "Let's go." The nurse demands. Again there is no response.
Now angry, Cross makes his way toward Landon in a huff, "I'm not buying the catatonic act. So don't think that I'm going to drop my guard." Cross tests towards him, "I know you can hear me. Look at me when I'm talking to you." The nurse demands this time, but Landon continues to remain immobile and stares straight ahead, not giving Cross any kind of attention, "I said look at me! Landon." This time Cross grabs Landon by the face harshly forcing him to look. Only Landon's eyes never focus and when Cross does let go, Landon resumes his prior stance and stares.
Later, Landon is led past a number of glassed in cells populated by other patients. Cross is joined by an orderly, Schrader, "Is he all right?" The orderly questions him.
"He's fine." Cross explains to him, "It's all part of the act." The nurse sneers closely to Landon's ear, "He's just a dedicated performer."
They finally have made it back to Landon's cell. Landon continues to remain unresponsive as he is now lying on his bed with his far away stare, "Up the dosage to three mils." Cross orders Schrader, "He wants catatonic? Give it to him." Cross leaves without another word and leaves Schrader alone with Landon.
"Sorry about that, Landon." Schrader apologizes as he begins filling up his syringe with medication, "He doesn't have the gentlest bedside manner. But I can be gentle. I promise to be gentle." As he begins to set the needle into Landon's arm, Schrader makes the "mistake" of missing Landon's vein, "Are you all right, Landon?" He asks in a condescending tone, "Oh. Sorry about that. I... Couldn't find a vein." Landon continues to unresponsive as Schrader continues to purposely stick him in the arm, all the while a tiny bit of blood flows back into the syringe, "I'll... I'll just have to find a bigger vein."
This time Schrader doesn't aim for the arm like he has been doing. Instead he moves closer to Landon's neck, but before he can get closer Landon snaps uprights releasing a piercing scream that causes the lights in the room to explode and for Schrader to duck for cover.
Almost as he hasn't been stuck in a daze, Landon moves quickly up and out of his cell. Just as he is about to head out the gate an orderly appears and blocks his exit, Landon quickly turns away from the gate and heads in the opposite direction, only to face the same problem. Looking back between the orderlies, Landon knows he is surrounded. Landon watches at the orderly in front of him, uses his card to open the gate and from behind him, he can hear the sounds of the other doing the same.
Quickly, Landon takes on the one in front of him, as he runs towards the guard, he effortlessly kicks him in the stomach, causing the guard to bend over in pain. Not even, giving the man a chance to recover, Landon uses one leg to kick down on his neck, but the man easily grabs hold of it. As if in reflex, Landon uses his other leg as leverage and wraps his leg around the guard's neck and flips them over to where Landon is able to flip the guard right onto the ground, knocking him unconscious.
Landon easily recovers, in a crouching position as he can see the other one running towards him. Not running away, Landon stands with his hands clench, as waves of power seem to emanate from his hands as he lets out a piercing scream, sending the orderly flying down the hall. Several more of the overhead light fixtures explode.
Landon hurries his way outside as lights from the outside begin to turn on. This time it's raining and Landon is quickly surrounded security guards come at him from all sides. With the mix of his fighting skills and his new scream powers, Landon manages to best them all.
Seeing his chance, Landon heads for the steps leading down to the street, but is stopped by a shadowy figure walking slowly up the stairs.
"Sorry, Landon. But your treatment's not done." The figure tells him as they step into the light. When the light hits them, Landon can see the face of his former lover, Aiden, "Not yet." As soon as he has finished speaking, recovered security guards begin shocking Landon with tazer-prods causing him to fall down on his knees.
"Please, I have to tell them!" Landon finally speaks for the first time, "They're going to die." Landon tells him clearly distraught. Aiden doesn't reply as a crack of thunder and lightning fill the air, "My friends." Landon speaks aloud looking up to the sky helplessly, "They're all going to die."
The present
Scott McCall was sitting on the hood of Stiles' jeep looking up at a full moon. Stiles has a San Francisco Bay area map open next to him, "All right, so I found some cool two bedrooms in the Mission District, but they're pretty expensive." Stiles explained to him, as she began marking on the map, "A couple in Haight and Ashbury, again also expensive." She noted making a face.
"What about Berkeley?" Scott suggested to her, "Don't a lot of students live around there?"
"Yeah, yeah, we could try Nob Hill." She easily agreed with him, but her eyes fell on the location of where the school was located, "But, the Jeep would probably burn through a lot of clutches."
"You're bringing the Jeep?" Scott asked, surprised at Stiles' comment.
Stiles looked at him away from the map, making a face, "You know the plan, okay." She reminded him, "No one gets left behind. That's the plan. Landon's not gonna have a problem getting into Stanford. Kira's thinking USF." She listed off easily, "Micah's, uh, gonna, you know, he'll figure something out, okay." She told him with determination, "The plan's perfect."
"Or we could also wait until we actually get into college and then figure out where to live." Scott reminded her with a smirk on his face, "Aren't you supposed to be moving in with Derek anyway? I mean wouldn't that be best for you two?"
"Like I just said, I have a vision. Okay?" Stiles raved at him, "And it is a beautiful vision. So don't ruin the vision." Scott continued to give her a look, even though Stiles had already turned her attention back to the map, "Okay, we can check out the East Bay. Haven't looked at Oakland yet, you know."
When she doesn't get an answer, Stiles lifted up her head to see Scott staring at the full moon as lightning crisscrosses the sky, "You're all right?" She asked, looking at the moon as well, "You're starting to feel it?"
"No." Scott said with a downer tone, "Just thinking."
"About what?"
"Senior year."
"Senior year, come on, that's, that's... That's nothing." Stiles countered easily, "That's going to be easy."
"It's more like something Deaton told me once." Scott shared with her, catching her attention, "You ever hear of regression to the mean?"
"No, I don't think so."
"It was his way of saying that life can't ever be all bad or all good." He explained to her, "You know, eventually things have to come back to the middle. So, think about the last few months. Things have been good, right? But not amazing."
Stiles nodded with agreement and bit her lower lip, "Yeah, but no one's tried to kill us in six months either." She pointed out to him.
"Right." Scott agreed with her, "We've been pretty much in the middle for a while. Which means, at some point, the scale has to tip one way or the other. Things are gonna get really good again..." Scott said looking at the sky, once more before turning to face his best friend, "Or really bad."
The sound of thunder cracked through the sky, "Think it's been long enough?" Stiles questioned her friend.
"Yes!" Another voice answered instead. Stiles and Scott both turn to see Liam still chained to a tree near the Jeep.
"Hey." Stiles told him, "Trying to have an adult conversation over here."
Liam rolled his eyes at her, "All right, you're two years older than me." He told her as if they had been through the same exact situation a thousand times before, "And I'm fine." Liam told her, "Just let me go." Liam told her as he tried to worm his way out the chains. The only result he got was the chains rattling.
"It's not that we don't trust you." Scott told him as he and Stiles made their way to the tree.
"It's that I don't trust you." Stiles shared with a finger pointing at herself.
"But after that last full moon..." Liam tried, only to get him an eyebrow raise from Stiles, "It was one slip up."
"Slip up?" Stiles questioned in a 'really?' tone, "A dozen calls to the Sheriff's Department about a "monstrous dog-boy" running around the streets of Beacon Hills naked." She quoted remembering both that day and night completely, "That's a slip up?" She challenged, "Why were you naked?"
"It was really hot out that night, okay." Liam told her, knowing what Stiles was trying to do, "Let me go."
Scott looked between Stiles and Liam, Stiles gave a shoulder shrug, "You sure you're okay?" Scott asked him, just as wary.
"It won't happen again." Liam assured him.
"You're in complete and total control?"
"Yeah. Complete and total."
Scott does unchain him from the tree and Liam does seem to be in control. However, what Scott didn't see were Liam's claws getting bloodied as he clinched his fists.
Just inside town, the storm seemed to have intensified. Inside the Beacon Hills Sheriff's station was chaos. The phones were ranging off the hooks as the local deputies tried to answer the calls of their citizens. While some deputies were able to move about freely, one in particular was stuck at his desk, "Yes, ma'am, we're having trouble with the power as well." Jordan Parrish explained to the person on the other line, "It's most likely related to the storm."
The exact moment he hung up the phone, it rang again, before he could fully answer it Sheriff Stilinski came rushing into his office, "Parrish! Check the backup generator and make sure it's fueled." He instructed him, "And Parrish... Answer the phone."
With his back turned away from the deputy, Stilinski had failed to see the annoyed expression that had begun to settle on his deputy's face.
It wasn't until later, when Parrish decided that enough was enough. He marched his way into the Sheriff's office and went on a tangent, "Six months. Six months of directing traffic, doing courthouse security, serving subpoenas, and today I finished a total organizational overhaul of evidence lock-up." Parrish told the Sheriff in a frustrated tone. Sheriff Stilinski sat at his desk completely not surprised by his outburst and didn't even bother to stop him, "Now I'm stuck behind the front desk while there's downed power-lines, a jackknifed tractor-trailer and reports of gunshots downtown. I don't know what I did to lose your trust, aside from accidently getting Stiles shot, but you need every available deputy out there."
When he was done, Parrish took a deep breath and the Sheriff handed him a piece of paper, "We both know that that was an accident, but I do have something for you."
"A noise complaint?" Parrish questioned him as he looked over the paper. The complaint, logged at 7:21 PM was from Kate Kasinger who heard noise in the vacant house next door at 2218 Astoria Lane in Beacon Hills.
"Yeah. Somebody would make a noise." Parrish told him, clearly not happy by the assignment.
"Somebody else complained about it." The Sheriff told him, "Check it out."
Parrish arrived at a broken down, two story, old Greek revival home with large white columns. The wind could be heard howling from the house as Parrish walked his way through the residence with the sound of the floorboards creaking, "Hello?" Parrish called out, armed with his flashlight in his hand, "This is the Beacon County Sheriff's Department."
The response he got was the sound of something moving behind a concrete wall close to the staircase he was standing by, "Hey! Hey, can you hear me?" He got another thudding sound as a response, this time it sounded more urgent, "Okay, okay, I'm going to get you out of there. I'm coming right back. Just hang on."
Parrish rushed back outside to his cruiser and armed himself with a combination pry bar and pick ax and rushed back into the home, "I'm here, I'm here!" He shouted letting the other person know, "Back up if you can."
Quickly, he began pounding into the wall causing it crack in small places. With possibly four more hits, Parrish managed to make a small hole and a black, viscous fluid began to ooze from it. The wall cracked further, spraying Parrish in the face with the goo.
Parrish made a noise of displeasure, but he couldn't focus on the problem, when a hand thrusted through the wall and grabbed him by the throat. Even though Parrish tried to fight off the hand it appeared to be useless as a goo-covered man kicked and forced his way through the wall.
Parrish could see he had pointy ears and his hands were tipped by enormous talons. The man growled at Parrish and stabbed him in the gut with his talons. In response, Parrish's eyes glowed orange and the creature's eyes took on the same glow.
"Not a werewolf, but you're something." The man growled at him with some interest. Parrish only groaned in pain, "Now, you're no ordinary creature, Deputy." The man flicked the enormous talons and they began to glow blue, "But then, neither am I. Not tonight."
He proceeded to throw Parrish into a wall and Parrish easily sank to the floor, "I'll let you live if you answer one question." The man told him as he crouched down in front of the fall deputy, "Where is Scott McCall?"
"Never…heard of him." Parrish lied easily. The man wasn't pleased towards the answer and pursued to slash at the fallen deputy.
Stiles was driving with Scott riding shotgun and Liam in the backseat. Instead of being strapped in, Liam had stuck his head in the front with the others, "Is it a party?" Liam wondered. Stiles made an annoyed expression and Scott gave a pleased smile.
"It's not a party." Scott explained to him. Liam had been wondering about what they had planned going that evening that had Stiles in such a rush to get back home.
"Then what's at midnight?"
"Your bedtime." Stiles quirked at him, looking at him for a brief second.
"Why aren't the others going?"
"They're meeting us there, okay?" Stiles told him, hoping he would shut up, "And just stop asking questions, all right? It's a senior thing. You'll know when you're a senior."
Scott had been wrestling with his phone, while Liam and Stiles continued to annoy each other, "You guys having trouble with your phones?" Scott questioned, when he noticed that he doesn't have a signal.
The response Scott got was the jeep dying on them, "Oh. What the hell?" Stiles groaned with frustration clear in her voice.
"You out of gas?" Liam questioned her.
"No, it's electrical." Stiles told him as she and Scott both got out the jeep, "Probably the alternator again." She explained to Scott as she opened up the hood of the jeep.
"Whoa, that's a lot of duct tape." Scott commented at the sight of the majority of the engine was swaddled in duct tape. Stiles gave him a silent death glare, "Kidding. We'll fix it." Scott assured her with a playful smile.
Stiles sighed tiredly, "I know, it's just the last night of summer, you know, so I wanted to make sure everyone was there tonight."
Scott looked at the disappointed look on her face when he realized what exactly she had been saying, "We'll make it." Scott promised her with a shoulder bump. In return, he got a small smile out of Stiles, "You got any tools?"
"Yeah."
As they stared working on the engine, a bolt of lightning struck the road behind the vehicle. From inside Liam noticed and turned just in time as another bolt hits, this time closer.
"Guys..." He called out them as a roll of thunder filled the sky, another bolt lot closer that than the last one, "Guys!" He cried out.
"Yeah, give us a second, please." Stiles responded back as she continued to do some tinkering.
"Liam, stay in the car, okay?" Scott told him.
Unexpectedly another bolt of lightning, this time it was in front of the jeep close to Scott and Stiles, "That was close." Scott commented as they both recover from the sudden action.
"Very close." Stiles agreed as the Jeep's engine came back to life.
"Can we go now?" Liam pleaded from inside the jeep.
"All right, here we go." Stiles told them as she slammed down the hood of the jeep.
In a parking lot, Micah's dad, Henry Tate and a group of people were trying to move a large tree that was apparently knocked down in the storm, "All right, here we go." Henry prepped them, "Everybody get a good grip. Remember, lift with your legs. That's where your power is." He reminded them as the group crouched to take hold of the tree, "One, two, three."
As the group moved the tree, it seemed to have suddenly float out of their hands. The group stood up as they watched Micah lift the whole thing with one hand. No one was overly surprised by the apparent strength. No one except Mr. Tate, "Strong legs." Micah explained at his father's expression.
Once he had placed the tree upright, he pulled out his phone to see if he had any notifications. He only gets a blank screen, "Dad, is your phone working?"
"No, I think the storm took the cell towers out." Mr. Tate told him. This easily caused Micah to become worried, "It's going to be okay." He assured him, throwing an arm over his shoulders "You'll find out when you find out." Micah just gave him a small head nod, "Do you need a ride to the school?"
The sound of a honk gave him an answer as they both see Stiles and the others pull up into the parking lot, "Got one." Micah told him, now perked up at the sight.
"Sorry we're late." Stiles apologized when she finally stopped the jeep. Stiles stepped out of the jeep, just in time for Micah to embrace Stiles into a tight hug.
Mr. Tate watched the scene confused at the two, "So are you sure there's nothing going on between you two?"
"Sorry, Mr. Tate, but I'm spoken for," Stiles told him with a smirk, "But if it helps Micah is pretty much family." Stiles smiled at the werecoyote. Mr. Tate watched the pair giving them one more look, before he walking away.
"Did you find out yet?" Stiles asked when she and Micah were settled inside the jeep.
"Find out what?" Scott wanted to know as Stiles started driving.
"They're gonna email me." Micah answered, sidestepping the question entirely.
"Is this about summer school?" Liam asked beside Micah completely unaware of how secretive Micah was being.
"You told him?" Micah asked with an accusatory tone and also shooting Stiles an accusatory look.
"Uh... Oh, no," Liam assured him quickly, "All they said was you had to go to summer school 'cause the principal said your test scores weren't good enough and you might have to repeat junior year."
The accusatory look now turned into a small glare. That alone caused Stiles to sigh with some disdain, "We should've left him chained to the tree." Stiles whispered to Scott.
Melissa McCall was in hurry as she rushed her way into her house. She was also wearing bloodstained scrubs, "Scott, I'm home but I have to rush out again." She yelled aloud rushing through the kitchen, "The hospital has called everybody back in. So, dinner's in the fridge!" However, when she opened the fridge there was nothing in it, "There's nothing in the fridge!" She shouted closing the door and reaching for her wallet, "So, I'm gonna leave you money to order in!" Only to see that the wallet had the same result as the fridge, "I don't have any money! Get something and I'll pay you back!"
When she does have the chance to slow down, she realized that Scott hadn't been responding to anything she had said, "You're not even here, are you?" She questioned the empty house, "Of course you're not here." She mumbled finally looking at a note, affixed to the refrigerator with a magnet that says "Senior Scribe Back by 1:30." "Everybody's at the high school."
Even though Scott wasn't home, the creature with the long talons was inside the house but Melissa never does see him. After looking at the note Melissa rushed back out and the creature, still covered in streaks of the black goo grabbed the note and read it.
Kira was standing on top her parents' car in the middle of a traffic jam trying to get a signal on her cell phone. The wind, thunder, and lightning seemed to have increase signaling that the storm was getting worse. As she does seek a signal her phone's screen it showed a picture of Scott.
Over the summer, before she left she and Scott had begun dating thanks to help of Allison and the constant meddling of Stiles. At first both Kira and Scott were wary about even dating each other since he and Allison had such a long history. However, Allison seemed very adamant about it and later shared with Kira privately, that she would rather have Scott move on than to have him wait on her forever.
Inside the car, Noshiko and Ken Yukimura listened as their daughters' footsteps continued to dent the top of the car. After a couple of seconds Noshiko leaned out the window, "Kira. Get back inside the car, please."
Kira sighed in disappointment as she dismounted from the top of the car. Just down the road Kira noticed another boy trying to get cell signal. Their eyes met and he smiled, "I'm not getting anything either." He explained to her. Kira gave him a head nod and opened the door.
Finally settled inside the car, "We haven't moved in 15 minutes." Kira told them, "I'm going to be late."
"What is this thing you're going to anyway?" Noshiko asked, picking up on the anxiousness.
"It's called Senior Scribe and I'm not supposed to tell you about it." Kira told her.
Noshiko scoffed at the answer she had gotten, looking over at Ken for an answer, "Don't look at me." Ken defended himself, "I... I don't know anything either. Sounds like they're supposed to write something or..."
"It sounds like vandalism." Noshiko shared to her daughter.
"It's not vandalism." Kira piped up, but gave it an afterthought, "At least, I don't think it is."
There was a moment of silence that fell over the family. About five minutes had passed and they still hadn't moved, "That's it. I'm going." Kira declared now impatient.
"What?" Noshiko challenged, "You're going to walk?"
"Yep." Kira told her as she was about to open the car door. A crack of thunder and a sudden downpour of rain stopped her from even opening the door, "In a few minutes."
At the hospital, Liam and Scott were waiting by the Nurse's Station, "My dad's helping out in surgery." Liam explained to him, "He's not gonna be done for hours. So I'm either hanging out here or I could still go with you guys and Stiles could put a force field around me." He suggested.
Scott looked at Liam carefully. On one hand, Liam did have a point of having Stiles putting a force field around him in case he does lose control, but Stiles made it a goal not to use her spark unless it was absolutely necessary because she remembered something Landon told her a long time ago. On the other, he also knew that Liam was still learning to control his new werewolf power.
"Show me your hands."
Liam does and Scott could see that they are still bloody, "Okay, so I'm still having trouble." Liam shared with him clearly embarrassed by the situation.
"No," Scott corrected him, "You're still learning." This seem gave Liam a little boost of hope, "What do you do to stay focused on not changing?"
Liam held up his music player, "But it's not working."
"It's working enough." Scott praised, clearly proud of him, "Listen, Derek told me that you were one of the strongest betas that he'd ever seen at your age." Scott shared, "Now, coming from him that means a lot. Maybe that means things are gonna be harder for you for a while but it also means something else, doesn't it?"
"That I'm really strong?"
"Hell, yeah." Scott agreed with him just as Stiles and Micah walked up to the station with them, "Still can't reach Kira." Scott shared when he noticed that Stiles was looking around them and not really at them.
"Okay, you reminded her about tonight though, right?" Stiles asked fretting about the entire situation.
"I think so." Scott told her, resulting in him getting a frantic look, "She only texted me once this week."
"Once?" She asked with disbelief, "How'd you guys leave things when she left for New York?"
"Well, they were good." Scott told her, seeing where Stiles' mind was about to go, "Yeah, I just said, you know, "Don't worry about anything, "just go and have fun.""
"No." Stiles claimed horrified, leaning into his personal space, "You told her to go have fun?"
"Why?" Scott defended him as Stiles' reaction, "What's wrong with that?"
"Nothing." Stiles told him, straightening herself, "Nothing's wrong with it." She told him, before quickly adding, "Just, I don't know. That can be interpreted a lot of different ways."
"Like what?"
"Well, like, "Don't worry, we're not exclusive. Go have fun with other guys."
"No." Scott denied easily, "No way."
"Example, when we would hang out Derek would tell me to go have fun."
"So?"
"What he was really saying was 'If something terrible is about to happen get the hell out of dodge and find me.' Get it?"
"That's Derek, we know just how protective he is of you." Scott pointed out, "It's pretty much common sense."
Stiles shook her head shamelessly at her friend and focused on Micah, "Micah, if you were going away and the person you're dating told you "Don't worry, go have fun." What would you think they were talking about?"
Micah seemed confused at the question, "Fun like bowling?" He answered unsure of what to say, "Or sex with other people?"
Stiles made a 'see what I mean' gesture towards Micah and Scott finally got her point, "Okay, yeah. Now I'm worried."
They were getting ready to leave the hospital, when two paramedics and Melissa McCall came rushing down the hall, "25-year-old male, unrestrained driver involved in..."
"Hey, Mom, where's all this coming from?" Scott called out to her just before she could fully pass them. "
"A jackknifed tractor-trailer on 115, caused a major pile up." Melissa told him hurriedly, knowing that he would be able to her anyway.
"Okay, okay, there's only one way back into Beacon Hills from the airport." Stiles thought aloud making a calculating look, "115. Kira's never gonna make it…not unless I-"
"Haha no way, you're not going to be doing any spark related activities in this weather," Scott interrupted, before Stiles could finish her insane statement, "I can get her. You guys head to the school. Landon's probably already there. We'll meet you by midnight."
"How are you gonna get to her in the middle of a traffic jam?"
"We'll make it." Scott told her, but Stiles gave him a skeptic face, "Trust me."
A suspect was being escorted through the Sheriff's station by two deputies and was putting up a fight, "Hey, keep it moving, bud. Come on."
"You guys are making a mistake." The guy told them as he struggled between the holds of the deputies. The three put a fight with each other, but one of the deputies was able get one of the suspect's arms into a lock-hold, "What the hell are you trying to do?" The teen complained, "Break my arm?"
"Keep struggling and I'll be aiming for a compound fracture." The deputy warned him.
Hearing the noise from outside his office, Sheriff Stilinski walked out to see what all the commotion was about. He immediately recognized the teen, "Donovan," The Sheriff called out to him, getting the boy's attention, "You forgot what the judge said, didn't you? Next time is jail time."
"Stilinski..." Donovan recognized quickly, "Please."
The Sheriff looked at the teens before looking at his deputies, "What's he in for?"
"B and E." One of the deputies shared, while the other still had a grip on Donovan, "And he was carrying a loaded .38."
"Okay, it wasn't mine." Donovan denied quickly when he saw the Sheriff's face, "Sheriff, come on. It wasn't mine."
"Book him." Sheriff Stilinski told them with a tired tone.
Just like that, the pleading face Donovan had been wearing completely, changed into something else, "Oh, you're dead." Donovan told him as he got escorted away, "Hey, look at me! You're dead! You're dead!" He shouted over his shoulders, "You're going to do this to me? You son of a bitch, you're dead! Look at me!"
Now visibly irritated more than ever, "Can anyone tell me, why the hell Parrish isn't back yet?" Sheriff Stilinski demanded to his station.
Scott rushed downstairs at his house, motorcycle helmet in hand. As he headed for the back door, he paused in the kitchen noticing that his note about the Senior Scribe was now lying on the floor.
He picked it up and could easily see claw marks through the paper. At that moment all the magnets on the refrigerator let go and fell to the floor. Scott picked one up and tried to place it back on the fridge but it fell away as if no longer magnetic.
Scott then noticed that the second hand on the electric wall clock was twitching back and forth. It displayed as 10 minutes past 10 o'clock. Suddenly all the magnets leapt into the air and reattached themselves to the refrigerator.
An earthquake shook the house and plates fell from the counter and shattered on the floor. Once it was over, Scott looked around completely confused as it appeared no other areas were affected.
Inside the old house on Astoria Lane, Parrish was severely wounded with deep slash marks across his chest and stomach. The wounds seem to be smoking, "Officer down." Parrish called through his radio. The only response he got was the sound of static from the other end due to the interference of the storm.
As he laid on the ground helplessly, he could hear the sound of static and someone walking through the house. Through it all, he could hear the sound of Landon's voice, "Jordan."
Through his hazed vision, he could see Landon coming towards him. He knelled down in front of him, "I'm here." Landon's voice echoed, "I'm right here. Stay with me." Landon told him as he touched the wounds and leaned in closer into Parrish's space.
Just before Landon could get any closer, another voice broke filled the air, "Parrish?" Stilinski called out to him. At the sound of the Sheriff's voice, the image of Landon disappeared right in front of him.
The Sheriff took Parrish to Melissa at the hospital and the two of them hid him out in the morgue, "You said you were gonna keep him on desk duty." Melissa scolded at him.
"Yeah, it was just a minor noise complaint." Sheriff defended himself.
Melissa noticed that the wounds that Parrish had were still smoking, "He's not on fire, is he?"
"Not that I know of." Sheriff Stilinski confessed, "You know, maybe it's part of his healing process?"
Eyes suddenly glowing orange, Parrish sat up bolting upright. He turned to find Stilinski pointing a gun at him, "It's okay." Melissa whispered to Sheriff, when she could see that Parrish wasn't going to do anything, getting him to put down his gun. She turned her attention towards Parrish, "It's okay. Right, Deputy?"
Parrish was confused for a moment as most of his wounds healed leaving only red scarred streaks across his chest, "Scott." Parrish told them, "We need to find Scott."
Back in the traffic jam, "You know there's a legend for a storm like this." Ken shared with his wife and daughter.
"Dad," Kira groaned in agony, "Please don't turn a three-hour traffic jam into an educational experience."
"He's talking about The Wild Hunt." Noshiko told her with a sense of pride in her voice, "About the Ghost Riders." She looked as rain that was covering their car, "Imagine a night like this, Kira." She told her in a dream-like manner, "In storm clouds just like these, phantom hunters would appear. Riding black horses with blood-red eyes. And wolves and hounds at their side, baying and snarling."
"What were they hunting?" Kira asked.
"Souls." Noshiko told her.
There wasn't a chance for processing when the sound of a motorcycle engine began filling the street, "Do you hear that?" Kira asked her parents, but doesn't give them a chance to answer as she jumped out the car.
As she got out, she recognized Scott's motorcycle coming to halt as he quickly removed his helmet with a smile on his face, "Did you have fun in New York?" Scott asked her quickly as they stood out in the rain.
"Not really." Kira told happily.
"Good." Scott told her as they kissed.
"His claws were different." Parrish explained to the parents, "Twice the size of Scott's. More like talons."
"If that's the worst part, that doesn't sound too bad." Sheriff Stilinski concluded.
"It's worse." Parrish corrected him, "They did something to me. I don't know how to describe it other than it felt as if the life was being drawn out of me through them."
"Through the claws." Melissa stated, making sure that she had gotten everything, "And now he's looking for Scott?"
Parrish nodded, "Which got me thinking about what this guy can do."
"The rule is you have to kill an Alpha to steal their power, right?" Melissa theorized, "I'll bet it's different for Scott."
"You can't steal a True Alpha's power." Sheriff Stilinski told her.
"I think this guy can." Parrish told them clearly worried remembering his experience, touching his torso.
Just outside the morgue door, Liam stood outside hearing everything.