This was just a prompt my girl Molly wanted me to do.
THE SONG FOR THIS FIC IS The 100 (Season 4) - I see You Soundtrack (12/26) | Cinescene
SCOTT'S POV:
Malia and Lydia ran ahead of me as we dipped through the darkened woods of Beacon Hills. These Hunters, whoever they were, didn't care that we were the good guys. They didn't care that we'd sacrificed ourselves to save the town. They didn't care that all we had done for the past few years was protect the town.
All they wanted was blood on their hands. Our blood.
Their assault rifles aimed at us with red laser sights. It was the only thing giving us an edge on them because I couldn't focus past my own fear and worry for the girls.
Malia looked back at me, unease in her big, hazelnut eyes.
We first met in these woods. She lost her family here. My life changed forever here when Peter bit me. I guess it was only fitting we die in them if there was no way out.
Then her eyes shifted from unease to certainty. Certainty that she had in me that I could get us out of this.
It was the light I needed to push through.
"There's a cave ahead," I whispered so only she could hear.
She sped up with a swift pull of Lydia's arm, then she had her on her back. She was faster than I was, even with the weight of Lydia.
A bullet dug into my bicep. I let out a growl but kept going.
Malia snapped around, her fangs elongated as she let out a warning growl herself, then righted her course. Her eyes surveyed me.
I gave a nod to let her know I was fine.
The cave was a quarter of a mile ahead. If we split up we'd all likely make it there.
I trained my stare on Malia until she looked at me, then signaled with my eyes that I was going to veer right when she veered left.
She nodded before we went our separate ways.
I ran as fast as I could to dodge their shots.
The sounds of motors cut through the air.
When I looked back I spotted them on land rovers with no hoods on them. They were definitely going to gain on us. It was only a matter of time.
I caught Malia's scent nearby. She marked the cave so I knew she made it there.
As fast as the rovers might be, they weren't fast enough to ensure I couldn't shake them to get back to the girls.
With my heart on the brink of giving out on me, I jumped, tucked, and rolled into the cave. The engines were a few yards behind us.
Lydia helped me up. "Are you okay?" Her whisper full of anxiety, her green eyes filled with alarm.
Malia lifted my sleeve up to inspect my bullet wound.
My hand grabbed hers to pull it away. "I'm fine."
She didn't look convinced but didn't push it.
"What are we going to do now?" Lydia asked.
"Fight." Malia neared the lip of the cave with her claws ready. "We're going to fight."
My hand wrapped around her front to pull her back to safety. "Are you crazy?"
She turned to me. "So you want to what? Give up? The Scott I know wouldn't just give up without a fight."
I stared into her eyes and willed her to understand. "We can fight another day. I'm not going to lose you,"
We stared at each other, our eyes danced across each other's face.
She looked to the side in indecision.
I turned to Lydia. "Or you." I tried my phone, but it was dead. "We need to get to Argent,"
"Even if he's the one that fired the gun?" Malia asked.
I looked at her. "Especially if he's the one that fired it."
Lydia nervously ran her hands through her hair. "This doesn't make sense. Why are they all of a sudden coming after us? We haven't broken any of their codes."
I went to check outside briefly, then dashed back inside. "There's a cliff not too far from here," My eyes went to Malia. "The two of us can jump across."
She understood. "You have to run," She told Lydia.
"No, no more splitting up." Lydia protested. "We're pack. We're in this together."
Her hands went to Lydia's shoulders. "Do you hear those men out there? They want to kill us and the last time I checked you weren't a shape-shifter." She pushed her toward the entrance. "So go."
Lydia shook her head profusely. "I'm not leaving you guys. You wouldn't leave me behind." Tears threatened to spill over her scared eyes.
My eyes flared red. "You need to run, Lydia." Alpha authority echoed in my voice.
Malia growled low in her throat as we approached her. "Run while you have the chance." Her voice thick with worry for the girl she considered her sister.
"Run!" I yelled at her.
She jumped back, stared at us in hesitation, then rushed away in audible tears.
Malia closed her eyes with a sigh. A sigh of relief and regret.
"We had to," I assured her. My hand went to her shoulder and squeezed.
Her hand covered mine, then her head rested on top of them.
The sight of that shouldn't have made me feel better, but it did.
She allowed herself the peace for a few moments, then the pain in my bicep wasn't as great. She trailed away in obvious pain. "We keep running," She went along with my plan.
As soon as we jetted off the lasers came into view.
We ran together even though it meant we'd likely be more of an easy target.
My hand grabbed hers.
Hers tightened around mine.
We locked eyes briefly, then refocused on the unpredictable woods ahead of us.
Arrows darted through the air. One landed in a tree ahead of us and flashed with UV light.
She faltered, overloaded from her senses going haywire, she tripped.
The disoriented feeling weighed on me, but somehow my wolf cut through that to pick her up. My fingers intertwined with hers.
"Scott,"
I dragged her along my side. "Don't say it," I warned.
"Well, I'm going to say it. I can barely see. I'm dizzy. If they want a shape-shifter I'll give them one," Her eyes found mine. "You don't have to stay behind because of me. I'm clearly holding you back."
My forehead creased. "I'm not leaving you."
Her eyes begged mine. "You have to,"
There was definitely a better time and place to pull her against one of the trees, but I did it anyway. There was definitely a better time and place to place my hand on her flawless, smooth cheek but I did it anyway. And there was definitely a better time and place to bring my lips down to hers, but I did it anyway.
She moved her mouth against mine, her knees gave way.
My other hand held her up against me while I let my lips let her know how she was the one person I'd never leave for dead even if meant my life on the line.
My lips tugged away only because I remembered we really didn't have time for this.
Her wide, doe eyes gazed at me. Her lips pressed together which showcased her adorable dimples.
"Now will you let me help you?"
She nodded without a word.
"Can we go back to running for our lives?"
She nodded this time with a budding grin. Her hand reached for mine as we ran.
As if the kiss powered us up we ran with a new vigor.
There was a daring glint in her eyes that I hadn't seen a very long time while we dipped and evaded the bullets and arrows sent our way. I, too, felt an odd freedom of racing through the woods with my life on the line just as much as hers. The weight of every life in Beacon Hills always weighed me down and now it was just the weight of my own, and that was surprisingly light.
We neared the cliff with a shared look of release, then we jumped through the air above the enormous break of mountains, and landed on the other side of land that no skilled Hunter could cross without having to swing on over.
We stood up with relief.
I dusted myself. "We made it,"
Malia stilled.
I faced her.
My gaze fell on the reddening spot on her shirt right where her heart was.
She tipped over, her eyes closed. Her heartbeat undetectable.
I caught her in my arms in horror, her blood soaked into my clothes. "No no no," I shook her. "Malia, look at me. Please, look at me."
She laid still against me, her head lolled back.
"Don't give up on me now." I shook her some more.
I couldn't go through with this again. Not with her. Not when I just showed her how I felt and she reciprocated it.
"Lia!"
I rocked us back and forth, trying to figure out what to do. My eyes drifted to the Hunters still on the other side shooting at us. And I saw red. He saw red.
The moment after I gently placed her out of the harm's way, I undressed. I had no control over my shift. My fangs tore from my gums, my claws retracted, I could feel my bones breaking and shifting to reform my physique. Black fur grew from my skin until I was covered head to toe.
My eyes zeroed in on the one that sent an arrow into my shoulder. I ripped it out with a throaty growl, then leaped from this side of the mountain to the other only to come up short on purpose.
They let their guard down when I hadn't landed in front of them.
So I flung myself up with enough momentum to surprise attack them. I wasn't one to kill or maim intensely, but he was a whole other story. He only came out when I didn't have control over my emotions, over myself, so I had no anchor at the moment. He stepped in for me to get the job done that I never could. Even their bullets couldn't stop him.
I never thought ripping and tearing into flesh would feel so good. Or that I'd have the blood of some many Hunters on my hands. They caused me so much chaos, so much pain, and loss. I was glad they'd feel mine, that their families would feel mine for once. I relished in the release I felt when my claws slashed into them or my fangs tore into their skin as I tasted their blood.
Malia was right. We should've stood our ground and fought them. Instead, she died running.
I let out a roar that shook the trees once everyone that came at me was dead. The bodies piled up and soon it I was the only living thing on this side. I caught my breath. That's when my ears detected a faint heartbeat.
My eyes narrowed in on Malia, then I jumped the distance no problem. I shifted back, my hand pressed two fingers against her neck. There was a pulse. A wave of alleviation washed over me. I pressed my forehead against her shoulder to appreciate for a moment that she was still alive.
Before I scooped her up in my arms I redressed, then we were off. There wasn't time to feel guilty about the dozen or so men I killed behind us.
PART 2 COMING SOON cuz I'm a slow writer and I'm tired.