Story Name: Blind.
Setting: Sometime after the season finale.
Pairings: Scott/Allison, pre Stiles/Lydia.
Summary: When a strange new beta comes to town looking to overthrow Derek's reign, he uses Scott against the Alpha. Can Derek save his brother AND defeat the stranger, or will it be a decision between his life or Scott's?
Warnings: Mentions of rape, but nothing graphic.
Scott sighed, throwing his bag - lacrosse stick included - over his shoulder, before running a hand through his hair. Goosebumps were spreading across his arms, the cool night air nipping against his skin. After losing their most recent game, coach had forced them all to stay later for practice that day. Even Scott, with all his new abilities couldn't beat the other school that fateful night. Now, because of their spontaneous longer practice, Scott had already missed work, and he was running late for his study date with Allison. Not to mention he agreed to meet Derek at his place right after school was out. Shaking his head, Scott walked over to his bike, letting out a deep breath.
"Scott, you want a ride over there?" Scott looked up to find Stiles standing next to his car, motioning to the vehicle.
Scott shook his head. "No, it's alright. I'll just call Derek and tell him I'll meet up with him tomorrow."
A small smile graced his friend's lips, and he shook his head. "Alright, it's your funeral. Just make sure I'm not around when you piss off the Alpha." With that, Stiles climbed into the Jeep.
Derek wouldn't be too mad, right? He hadn't even told Scott what he wanted him to stop by for. All he got was some strange text, reading 'My house after school.' Well… it actually did sound more like an order rather than a request, but Scott didn't have time now. It was either Allison or Derek, and he didn't think that he should do much else to get on Mr. Argent's bad side. First he's a werewolf, then he stands up his daughter? No, that wouldn't go over too well.
Sighing, Scott shrugged. "Sorry, Derek."
Watching the rest of his classmates drive off, Scott climbed onto his bike, starting to take off towards Allison's house. If he was fast enough, hopefully he'd only been about a half hour late. Maybe he could make it up to her. A small smirk played across his lips, and he pedaled faster, the cold air whipping against his face.
Things were actually going good for Scott, if he did say so himself. Him and Allison were going strong, Mr. Argent-while keeping a close eye on him- was pretty much leaving Scott be, his mom stopped working nights so much, and even though Derek was the new alpha, he actually seemed concerned with helping Scott find a cure so he wouldn't be a werewolf anymore. Sure, Scott was pissed at Derek for killing Peter, and at times he still wanted to rip the guy's throat out, but Derek had been nothing but a big brother to him lately; even though Derek was a backstabbing asshole, Scott really did appreciate him.
Wait. What if that's why Derek wanted him to stop by before work? What if he found a cure? No. Probably not. And, even if he did, Scott was sure it could wait another day or so. It wasn't like there was going to be a full moon anytime soon, and he was getting really good at controlling himself now that Peter couldn't force him to change. Scott had a couple weeks before he really needed to worry.
Scott felt something vibrate in his pocket, and stopped his bike, pulling out his phone. 'Where are you? Get here NOW.' Eyes scanning over the text from Derek, Scott bit his bottom lip, unsure of what to do. It wasn't like he could just deny a direct order from Derek. Well, sure, he could, but it would probably end up the same way the last time he ignored Derek. Bloodied, bruised, and laying on Derek's couch until all his wounds healed. Sure, Scott knew that he healed fast, but it still wasn't fun getting his ass kicked by Derek. It was still painful! So he had a choice. Risk getting his ass handed to him and spend a few hours with Allison, or ditch Allison-after already being late, that is-and go see what the hell Derek wanted. Yeah… Scott would deal with Derek later.
The phone was stuck back in his pocket, and Scott started pedaling again. He was almost to Allison's house, he just had to take a small shortcut. It was close to the woods, out of the way of a lot of houses, but it cut a lot of time off his commute. He just hoped Derek wasn't out patrolling this way.
Suddenly, something sharp ripped through his shoulder, and Scott cried out in pain, immediately dropping his bike. His face contorted in pain and he fell to his knees. Reaching behind him conformed his suspicions; there was an arrow lodged in his shoulder. But why was it so painful? Scott had dealt with getting shot by arrows before. Sure, it hurt, but this pain was so much more intense than that was. It felt like the arrow was literally tearing him in two, and he couldn't help the hot tears that started cascading down his cheeks.
"Scott McCall."
Scott looked up through blurry vision, his eyes falling upon a strange man. "W-Who are you?"
"You shouldn't worry about that, you have more important things to focus on. Do you know what's on that arrow?" The man knelt down next to Scott, a smirk on his face as he flicked the arrow, causing pain to shoot through Scott. The teen wolf cried out in pain, before trying to back up a little. "Think about it. What almost killed your dear friend Derek?"
Scott's breath was coming out in gasps, and he continued to back up from the man. Of course, it didn't help any, as the man just kept following him, that sickeningly evil smirk upon his lips. "M-Monkshood?"
"Very good," the man said, nodding. "Exactly. Nordic blue, though, to be exact. Ground down into such a fine powder that all the arrow needs is a dip in it… and then it's lethal. Such a fine powder that healing yourself is going to be quite difficult, even with the help of Derek." He grabbed the bottom of Scott's pants, tugging on them slightly. "Do you know why I'm here?" Scott couldn't help the pain, and fell to his knees and arms were supporting his weight. "I want this territory. But, you see, I have a problem. I'm a beta, and Derek's a little strong for me to defeat. But once he sees you in so much pain and agony, once the worry over you keeps growing and growing inside of him, he'll let his emotions get in the way. It'll weaken him. He'll make mistakes, and then I can make my move." He ripped Scott's pants off forcefully, an evil grin on his face as a laugh escaped his lips. "But simply poisoning you won't do. Oh no, he needs to be worried about your mental health, as well. I need him to get to a state where he's afraid to leave you, where, once he does, he won't be able to think about anything but you. And he has to leave you eventually, for the antidote. So I need a little help here, Scott. Would you mind doing me that favor?"
Scott cried out as the man pulled down his boxers. "No! No, please!" He attempted to shift, to use his strength to fight the other beta off, but it was to no avail. The poison was already close to his heart in the first place, and he could feel the effects of it coursing through his veins. He was weakened, and he couldn't defend himself. Kicking was useless, and he couldn't stand and run away to save his life.
It was a blur. Scott tried to block it out of his mind, but he couldn't help the screams that escaped his throat as he felt himself being violated and torn. He couldn't help the tears that were streaming down his face. First he was poisoned, and now this? What was he supposed to do?
It seemed like forever, but the stranger eventually finished, climbing to his feet. He grabbed Scott's pants and pulled out his phone. "Here, you might need this to alert Derek. Don't take too long, will you? I really hope to get what I want within a few days. I'm impatient, you see." And without another word, the man took off, abandoning Scott.
With the last bit of strength he had, Scott texted four little letters to his mock big brother. 'Help'. With that, he passed out in the middle of the dirt road, not even noticing the figure approaching him ten minutes later.
