"Again," commanded Derek. He had been training Isaac for over several hours and he was growing more and more agitated by each passing second.
"Can we just…stop for a minute?" asked Isaac breathlessly. He stood up to get a drink but was immediately pushed back to the filthy concrete by Derek. The Alpha crouched down beside him. His hazel eyes bore into Isaac's blue orbs, causing the young beta to let out a slight whimper. Derek smirked down at Isaac as he inhaled the scent of his fear.
Isaac glared at Derek, trying his best to repress his growing temptation to run. He thought that that he could get used to all of Derek's rules, but he couldn't. After becoming a werewolf Isaac definitely felt a new found confidence, yet being in the presence of his Alpha made him nervous, almost as nervous as he used to feel around his own father. Sometimes he felt as if every move he made was a mistake that needed to be immediately corrected.
"Stand up, were going to keep at this until you finally get it right." Isaac shook his head, "Why am I the only one who has to train so much? Why don't you make Erica and Boyd stay here as long as me?"
"Because, they're making progress and you're not," growled the Alpha. He began walking in circles around Isaac as if he were stalking his prey. "We've been at this for weeks and barely anything has changed. You're too predictable when it comes to your attack skills, yet for some strange reason I can't ever leave you alone for five seconds because I never know what you're going to do. It's amazing how much trouble you can cause when I turn my back on you."
Isaac crossed his arms angrily, still keeping all of his hate visible in his eyes which were beginning to turn bright yellow. "Well maybe if you trusted me I wouldn't seem like such a lost cause. I need some space. All you ever do is yell at us and stick Erica with me like she's my freaking baby sitter."
Derek stepped back and smirked at the beta. "Well if you want my trust you'll have to earn it. Now, I'll make you a deal: If you can pin me down for at least three seconds you can go, but if you can't you have to stay for an extra three hours and no complaining, deal?
Isaac grinned, even though beating Derek would be a difficult task he was ready to get the hell out of there and rejoin the surface world. "Deal," he said while cracking his knuckles.
Derek watched with deep interest as Isaac "geared" up to fight. He drew out his razor sharp claws and ran at Derek at full speed. Out of everything the claws were Isaac's favorite perk to being a werewolf. He lunged at the Alpha, ready to take him down.
Derek's eyes widened as he noticed how fast the beta was moving. "It's amazing what kids these days can do with the right motivation."
Isaac leapt through the air and crashed right into Derek, but even when traveling at such a high speed he barely managed to knock the Alpha off of his feet. He clawed and punched at Derek as much as he could before being lifted up and tossed back over to the other side of the room, the only damage he left were five thin slash marks on Derek's shirt.
The Alpha laughed at the minimal amount of damage the beta had done until he looked down and saw blood running down his shirt. Through the dull blue fabric were a few visible blood stains that matched up perfectly with the slash marks.
Isaac stared at his hand in astonishment. He had actual hurt Derek. "…Awesome," was the only word he could seem to form as he fixated his sights away from the dangerous and very angry alpha standing in front of him.
"First rule about fighting," said Derek as he yanked Isaac off the ground. "Never ignore the person who is trying to kill you!" He slammed Isaac into the wall behind him and flashed his own claws in front of Isaac's face before jamming them into his skin.
Isaac gritted his teeth and tried his hardest to push Derek away, but he could feel the Alpha applying more of his weight on to him. Isaac didn't know what to do; he was trapped and a lot loosing blood.
"Now do you see what happens when you don't have a backup plan? You can't just go into a fight thinking that you can just win by using pure strength and rage alone. You need to know what to do next if someone catches you like this." Derek shoved his blade-like claws deeper into Isaac's abdomen causing the beta to scream out in pain. "See Isaac, this is how you'll end up dying if you don't start thinking before you act."
Isaac glanced down at Derek with scowl which made the Alpha chuckle. "After everything I just said, you're still not ready to give up? Well kid I must admit I admire your drive to win, but you're also extremely dumb to believe you can take me," he said while dragging his claws up and down his skin, purposefully making it more difficult for Isaac to heal himself.
"Listen to me Isaac. You don't want to die, do you?" Isaac shook his head, "no..!" he gasped.
Derek leaned in closer to Isaac until he could feel his fingertips scratching at the beta's ribcage. "Louder, I need to hear that you understand me!"
Isaac screamed and for what seemed like an eternity his voice echoed off the walls hauntingly. The amount of pain he was experiencing was unbearable, but he couldn't make himself numb.
When he finally managed to form words again he shouted, "NO! I-I don't want to die. Please Derek, I'll listen. I won't disappoint you anymore." Derek retracted his claws, letting Isaac slump to the floor and into a puddle of his own blood. "You're not disappointing me Isaac" he said while kneeling down beside him. "And don't think for a second that you're weak because you're a lot stronger than you give yourself credit for. Listen, I won't make you practice anymore today okay…I'll give you a few days off or-"
"No thanks Derek," said Isaac, but I don't need a day off. What I need is to stay here and train with you and the rest of the pack until I become strong enough." Derek looked down at Isaac and laughed, "So does that mean that you're ready to go again?" Isaac glanced at his healing wounds and gave the Alpha a faint smile. "Uh sure, can you just give me a minute?"
Derek obliged and went back over to the other side of the room to pick up a few large pointed metal objects that had fallen from the ceiling while they were training. Just as he was getting ready to move he heard an annoyingly familiar voice coming from behind him.
"What hell are you guys doing?" asked Stiles. He tapped his fingers on a broken column and waited for an answer. Derek pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head. "What are you doing here Stiles?"
Stiles glanced over at the blood soaked Isaac who was sitting on the floor in a daze then back at Derek who was still holding the pointed metal steaks. Derek looked down at the makeshift weapon and quickly tossed it into a corner. "This isn't what it looks like."
"Actually," said Stiles. "It looks like I showed up just in time to witness an attempted murder." The dark haired teen brushed past the Alpha until he made his way over to Isaac. "Are you alright?"
Isaac nodded, "Yeah, I'm fine. We were just training." Stiles let out a sigh of relief and knelt down beside the young werewolf. "Okay, but just to be sure…how many fingers am I holding up?"
Isaac stared at Stiles in a somewhat confused manor, "Umm…ten?" Stiles patted Isaac on the back and helped him carefully stand up.
Derek rolled his eyes, "Hey while you two are over there maybe you should have Isaac check to see if you've got any brain damage too." Stiles smirked at Derek. "Okay well how about we start with you first Derek. How many fingers am I holding up?" he asked while flipping him the bird.
Derek snarled at him, "Do you want to die Stilinski because I'd be more than happy to kick your ass?"
"You know Derek I'm sure you'd love to kiss my ass but I've got to go. The only reason I came down here was to check on Isaac. Erica told me that she hadn't seen either of you for hours and that she was worried that you had killed him or something? So now that I know Isaac's okay I'm going to go. I've got lacrosse practice."
"Oh shit, I forgot about that. Hey Derek thanks for helping me train, but I got to go," said Isaac. Derek nodded and moved out of the way to let him leave.
"Yeah, not exactly how I wanted to spend a Saturday, but what are you gonna do. I'll just be going now-"
Derek stepped out in front of Stiles, blocking him from reaching the exit. "Why bother going if you're just going to be sitting on the bench?" Stiles smirked at Derek and sighed, "You know I really do love the sarcasm and everything, but I really have to go Scott's waiting in my car. You know that thing that people drive when they need to be somewhere. Oh look! And I have the keys so, that I guess that means bye-bye Derek."
Derek growled, which caused Stiles to jump and practically fly back up the stairs. "What the hell is his problem?" He muttered to himself once he was back outside. Derek shook his head, thinking that he should go back to picking up pieces of scrap metal, but ultimately he left to check on how lacrosse practice was going. If nobody was severely hurt when he got there he would consider it to have been a good day.
