Title : Lost In The Dark V. 2
Author : Tariq ( formerly Aeris Jade Orion )
Rating : R
Pairing : SM/AA
Timeline : Season One
Summary : Scott takes a cure that does
more harm than good.
Authors note: It's unbeta'd. At the moment I
have no beta reader for this genre. So drop me
a line if you're interested.
Second, due to health issues, and taking care
of my disabled mom, I haven't been able to
write much. But over the last several years
I've managed to slowly write on a number
of stories.
What I've decided to do is go ahead and
publish what I've managed to put together.
The stories are unfinished, and sometimes,
the last chapter I worked on is unfinished.
Plus, there maybe multiple chapters, each one a
different version. Just warning everyone.
So I apologize in advance.
Disclaimer : Not mine. All characters belong
to MTV
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Prologue
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Being a werewolf was ruining his life. Allison
had broken up with him. Lydia was flirting with
him. Stiles was furious with him over Lydia, and
the incident on the second full moon. Jackson was
using Allison to blackmail him into get him turned
into a werewolf.
He tearfully stumbled along the sidewalk not caring
where he was, or where he was going. Claws were
digging into the palms of his hands. Blood dripping
from betweens his fingers.
What he would give to find a cure. To go back to
nerdom. To being secondline in lacrosse. To being
a severe asthmatic. Unable to go anywhere without
his inhaler.
The kind of person Allison would never see.
He froze as a wind whipped up. Leaves twisted
and danced around him. The wild mess of his
hair going every which way. A piece of grass
attached itself to his face, nearly going up
his nose, and he brushed it away impatiently.
Then the wind stopped.
" Good evening, werewolf. " A husky female voice
whispered in his left ear.
Scott spun around and stumbled back several steps.
Freezing when he saw the woman before him. She
couldn't have been older than her mid-twenties.
With long, light blonde hair. Grey eyes, tan
skin, and full red lips.
His eyes swept down her body subtly. Her curvy
body was covered in an ankle length, tan colored,
suede skirt. Brown boots. A tight, white blouse,
and brown leather coat.
' Wait, she called me a werewolf. ' He snapped
his eyes back to hers, and saw the smirk on her
lips.
" Finally realized, have you? " She slowly swayed
forward. " You're wondering who I am. Why I know
what you are, and if I'm dangerous. Well, to tell
the truth, it all depends. "
" On what? " He licked his dry lips.
" A lot of things, but mainly, you. " She ran a
single finger tip along his jaw. " You see, I'm
what you would call a witch. I make a living by
doing business in the supernatural community. A
tradesman if you will. Potions, spells, curses,
and of course... cures. "
For an instant, he forgot to breath.
" Everthing's a trade. Money, services, rare
ingredients. " She trailed her hand over his
shoulders. " Werewolf blood, for example, is
so rare I have to pay a fortune for a pint of
it. "
" How much is a fortune? " Scott tried to
casually ask.
" Enough for a teenager to purchase a car. "
She tempted. " Two pints would let the teenager
have his car and pay for a several years of car
insurance. Three pints would also give him
a nice little nest egg. Six pints, or perhaps
more would put him through a small college. "
Scott considered the seductive woman. It was
a very tempting offer. Especially with all
the money troubles his bum dad had left his
mom in.
" Wouldn't it be dangerous to take so much
from me? " He asked.
" Werewolf healing, sweetie. " She reminded
with clear amusement.
" I'll give whatever you'll take. " He seriously
offered.
" Seriously? " She pulled away.
" We need the money. " He shrugged. " My dad
walked out on us, and left us jammed up. "
" Twenty five pints, then. My house is close
by. " She began walking toward a dark green
two story three houses away. " I'll have the
money transferred directly into your account
once I have the blood. "
" Alright. " Scott followed her up the walkway
and into the red frontdoor. " Um, you said
something about cures? "
" That's right. "
He continued after her, into the basement. It
was huge. A shop like atmoshphere. Covered in
bookshelves with books and chemist bottles. A
large rectangular, dark stained table was off
to the side. It was surrounded by matching
benches.
A chemist counter was against the far wall.
It had several familar items on it. A heating
plate for one. Flasks, a small tray of surgical
tools, a stand of empty vials. A set of tall
stools were in front of it.
There were heavy black steamer trunks shoved
aside. Padlocked. One covered in the thickest,
heavist chains he'd ever seen. More, smaller
trunks were piled on top of them. Reaching
five high.
Large, open display cases were up against the
last wall. They were covered with various items
ranging from claws, to large watermelon sized
eggs. Most of the items Scott had never seen
before.
" Interesting, isn't it? " The witch sat a box
containing a large number of pint sized bottles
on the floor by one of two chairs in the
basement. " Take a seat, and while I drain your
blood, we'll talk about cures. "
Scott shrugged out of his coat, and laid it on
the nearby table. Then he took the seat. The
witch put the second chair right in front of
Scotts, facing him, and sat down.
" What kind of cure are you interested in? "
She pushed his left sleeve up past his elbow.
Then pulled out an alchohl wipe and turnique.
" Werewolf. " Scott winced at the latex strap
cutting into his arm. " I don't like being
furry. "
" Tricky. " She tossed the used wipe to the
cement floor carelessly. The witch tore open
an IV needle package with her teeth and spat
out the paper. " Not impossible, mind, but
very tricky. "
" Derek said the cure came from the Alpha
who bit me. " He sucked in a breath at the
IV pierced his vein.
" He lied. " She taped the needle down. " He
wants to be the next Alpha. To become an Alpha,
you have to kill an Alpha. Hence why the Alpha
killed Laura, and why Derek needs to kill
the Alpha. "
Scott frowned at the explaination. It made a
twisted sort of sense. It also made him want
to be a werewolf less than before.
" Now, the cure for lycanthrapy is a different
matter. " The witch connected the IV to an
empty bottle and undid the latex strap. " I
know of one possiblity. It would be the most
painful thing you would experience in your
entire life. To the point of insanity. "
" I'll risk it. " Scott replied sharply.
" There's another problem. Survival. You see,
werewolves have a nasty habit of dying a few
days after the procedure. They just... die.
Some go into shock, some have heart attacks,
some strokes, some suicide. " She cut off the
IV, and switched to a new bottle.
" I don't care. " He was resolute.
" There are other problems. Your health will
deterioate. Whatever problems you had before
you will have again, but on a whole other
level. I'm talking straight to the ER after
the cure is given. " She warned.
" So I'm off lacrosse. I figured as much. "
He shrugged. " Without the wolf, I wasn't
going to remain on it anyway. "
" Scott, this is going to get bad. " She
peered into his eyes. " I mean, really bad.
Your senses, all your senses are so enhanced,
when you're cured it'll be like your a blind
man trying to learn how to live in a seeing
world. "
" It'll be worth it. No matter what I go
through. " He assured her.
She switched to a third bottle.
" It's normally expensive due to the ingredients.
However, I'll make you a deal. Give me one extra
bottle of blood and I'll do it for free. " She
offered.
" Deal. " He slumped in relief.
" I'll make you a better deal. " She got a sly
smirk. " Throw in two extra bottles, and I'll
make you a chimera. "
" Forget it. No more being a freak for me. "
He shook his head.
" Do you know what a chimera is? " She cocked
a single perfect eyebrow at him.
" Of course. " He became offended. " It's a
monster from mythology. Part snake, lion, goat
and some other animals. "
" Yes and no. " She sighed. " Mythology does
say something similar to your botched attempt.
But it isn't what a chimera actually is. "
" Okay, so what is it? " He asked doubtfully.
" A monster hunter. " She answered with an air
of satisfaction. " A supernaturally powered
monster hunter. By injecting you with blood from
a chimera after curing you, it should greatly
increase your chance of survival. "
" What kind of supernatural powers? " He
questioned wearily.
" Simple. A chimera takes the blood of monsters
and adapts to their abilities. They become
immune to their bite for one, so they can't
be turned. Adjust to match, or became stronger
than their strength, speed, reflexes, senses,
and healing. They can see the creature spirit
inside a person from then on. " She buffed her
nails. " It's quite fascinating, and since you
are already a werewolf, you get the werewolf
stuff automatically with the Chimera change.
Cool, huh? "
" So, I'll be able to see a wolf spirit inside
anyone who's a werewolf? " He inquired.
" Uh-huh. Plus, you keep your strength, your
speed, your healing, your reflexes, your senses,
the whole package. " She leaned forward intently.
" But I got to worn you. Being a chimera is a
pain in the ass. "
" Will I go out of control, at anytime? "
" No. "
" Try to kill humans? "
" No. "
" Can I be controlled by anyone or anything? "
" No. "
" Then I'm not seeing a downside. " He tilted
his head.
" Every monster on the west coast will be out
for your blood. " She commented bluntly.
" Oh. " He frowned in thought.
" For a third extra bottle of blood, I could
throw in several vials of monster blood. " She
tempted. " I have vampire, witch, kanima,
zombie, and mummy. "
" Deal. " He decided.
He couldn't stay a werewolf, and his mom would
kill him if he died on her. Which left him with
the whole chimera deal.
Question was, how to explain the money when his
mom asked. Because she would find out, and she
would ask.
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" I changed my mind. I like being a werewolf. "
Scott jerked against the steal cuffs restraining
him face down on the metal table. " Nonononono! "
Tabitha was standing over his bare back with a
torture device. A long, spine shaped metal piece.
The inside of it was filled with hundreds of three
inch long, very thick hollow needles.
" Don't do it! " He screamed like a girly girl.
She sat it on his back, right over his spine and
his world exploded with pain. He felt each needle
digging into his spine and neck. He couldn't bend
his back, or neck. It was immobilized.
" Let me connect the potion, and we'll start the
werewolf lobotomy. " Tabitha soberly assured him.
" I have the chimera blood ready for afterward,
unfortunately, it takes three days to kick in.
So be prepared to suffer for those days. "
" Right. " He whimpered.
Then the pain became more and more intense. It
became so bad he wanted to kill himself to get
it to stop. Scott jerked against his restraints
with his full strength, but they didn't budge.
A loud scream of pain and rage tore from his
throat. He screamed and screamed and couldn't
stop. Stars burst in his eyes. Darkness creeping
in on the edges of his vision.
Until finally, he fell unconscious.
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" Easy, Scott. " Tabitha's voice soothed. " The
cure worked, and your body accepted the chimera
blood, along with the other monster blood. "
Scott managed to crack his eyes open. The blonde
seemed worried.
" I transferred the money to your account as
promised, and put a reciept in your coat
pocket. " The witch smiled slightly.
" What's wrong? " Scott very quietly, very
hoarsely asked.
" Don't try to talk. You almost destroyed your
voice from the screaming. Your back and neck
are in bad shape, as well. I had to bandage
them up. You're going to have some nasty
scars when it heals. " She ruffled his hair.
" What I'm concerned with is your lungs.
After the cure, you've been having a lot
of trouble breathing, and coughing a lot.
I thought I'd have to call an ambulance
at one point. "
" Asthma. " He managed.
" Oh dear. " She winced. " I had to burn
a special healing incense to calm you down.
Once you leave, or it wears off, you'll
probably start up again. "
He nodded.
" I suppose I'd better get you to the ER then.
Because there's only another ten minutes left
on the incense, and from the way you were
coughing before, I don't think your inhaler
is going to make a difference. " She stood
up.
" ...you...sure...? " Scott asked.
" I'm sure your back and throat need to be
seen by a doctor. " She scowled at him. " Now
up! I'm driving you there, either as a human
or if you prefer, as a toad. "
Scott struggled to stand, panting heavily.
The blonde reached for his arms and heaved him
up.
" Then again, maybe I should help you. " She
became more worried.
Suddenly, Scott was worried himself. Before he
was a werewolf, he hadn't experienced anywhere
near this trouble. It was like all his energy,
and strength was gone. Sapped away.
He stared down at his body numbly. Not seeing it
at all. It was the body of a stranger. Yet at the
same time, it was worth the price of not being
a werewolf.
It was worth any cost.
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" Where did this money come from? " His mom
demanded sharply, waving the receipt in his face.
" I can explain. " Tabitha came to his rescue.
" Your son has been doing a few hours volunteer
work for me for several years now. Helping me
around my house. Helping me find herbs in the
local forest. Moving furniture and boxes. He
wouldn't take payment however. So tonight, I
got hold of his account information and
transferred his backpay. "
" I see. He never told me. " She folded the
paper and slid it in her pocket.
" He was embarressed. " She smirked slightly.
" I am the town witch. Black cats, broom, and
cauldron. He outgrew it, of course. But by the
time he did, he felt bad about not telling you,
so he just continued on. "
" Oh dear. " The nurse laughed. " I suppose I
can forgive him this one transgression. "
Scott blushed to the root of his hair. Damn
Tabitha. He was very glad for the ' smoke pipe '
he was having to use, and the ER hospital bed
he was laying in. He tugged the blanket up
to his chin, determined to hide from his mom.
" How exactly did he hurt his back and throat
though? " She interrogated them.
" It was my fault. " Tabitha grimaced. " I have
a small magical shop in my basement, and sometimes
I recieve very old artifacts. Today I got an old
torture device used in the witch hunts. It was
too heavy for me to move so I asked Scott to
come over. "
" Don't tell me... " His mom rubbed her forehead.
" The box broke mid-move, and Scott tripped.
Frankly, I'm still confused by the events that
followed. All I know is he fell on the device,
back first, and almost destroyed his voice from
screaming. " She flinched. " I got him off it
as soon as I could, but the damage had been
done. The needles had been drive into his spine
and neck. "
" Christ. " Melissa McCall let out a series of
curses Scott had never heard before. " I don't
blame either of you, but you should be more
careful. "
Scott saluted to show his understanding.
" I'm also forbidding you from returning the
money to Tabitha, Scott. " His mom ordered.
" You need it for college, and for a car.
Thankfully, your father's health insurance
covers you, so your medical's not a problem. "
He nodded. He was glad to, because he had a
feeling he would be walking out with a new
diagnosis. Plus, new medicine for his asthma.
" Great. So it's settled then. " Tabitha beamed.
" Scott, I'll see you later. "
The teenager went wide eyed as she pinched his
left cheek. Then walked out of the room, hips
swaying for maxium effect.
" Interesting friend you have there. " His mom
shook her head with a chuckle.
" Where is he? " Stiles exploded into the room,
sliding, skidding, and bouncing. His dad walking
at a more sadate pace.
" In bed. Unable to say much. " The nurse sighed
at Stiles. " Apparently, he's been doing some side
work for the town witch. Tonight, however, he had
a run-in with a torture device. Drove hundreds of
needles into his spine from skull to pelvis and
tore his throat apart screaming. He is going to
have a lot of scarring. "
" Sweet holy mary. " Stiles became green.
" Worse, his asthma is unstable. " She patted
Scott's hand. " He's had two attacks in the last
hour. They've run several tests, and it's gotten
worse. The doctors talking about a second inhaler. "
" Wh-? " Stiles grabbed his head in a panic.
" Can I talk to Scott alone for a minute? "
" Sure. I need a break. " His mom got up. " A
cup of bad coffee sounds good right about now.
What about you, Stan? "
" Sure. Maybe I can find a donut around here. "
The Sheriff joked.
The door closed and Scott pulled the pipe from
his mouth.
" ...found...cure... " He whispered.
" A cure? " Stiles sat on the bed. " A werewolf
cure? You're human? "
Scott nodded tiredly, puffing back on his pipe.
" You found a cure. " Stiles considered. " I
never thought you'd find one. Or take it. Is
the cure why you're here? Your back and throat? "
He nodded again.
" Ouch. I couldn't have done it. " Stiles paled
considerably. " I hate pain, and blood, and pain
with blood. "
The teenager reached out and poked his friend.
Bringing the hyper teen back to the present, and
not to a pain filled daydream.
" Thanks. " Stiles shook his body like a dog.
" Why don't you rest? I'll wake you when the
doctor shows up. "
Scott tilted his head in question.
" I'm sorry. " Stiles blurted out. " I was sore
over Lydia, but I knew it was the full moon at
fault. I was being stubborn. "
The former werewolf scooted over in the bed.
He pulled his friend down beside him, and closed
his eyes to nap. Neither of them would get much
sleep, but they could get some.
" We'll get through this. " Stiles yawned. " We
always do. You'll see. "
Maybe, but he didn't think things would be quite
so easy. Not this time.
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Chapter One
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They were both dead on their feet. Scott knew it,
he was sure Stiles knew, and both of their parents
knew it. Their parents had offered to let them
stay home for the day, but neither of them felt
like it.
Then again, going to school after being in the ER
all night was asking for trouble. They were wearing
yesterday's clothes, had missed breakfast, and only
had their backpack's because they were in Stiles
Jeep when he showed up at the ER.
He sagged against Stiles. The boy shuffling him
into Finstocks class. Already he could hear the
snickers as the students saw what they were
wearing. Especially Jackson and Lydia.
Worse, the last two desks were in the worst place
possible. One in front of Allison's desk, the
other in front of it.
Scott let Stiles help into the desk right in
front of Allison. He glared at his traitorus
friend. But he just shrugged at him in return,
and took the last desk.
He grumbled silently. Still unable to really
talk. He could get a few words out. Nothing
above a very hoarse whisper. Sometimes the
whisper was too much of a strain for him.
His entire back and chest area was wrapped
with thick bandages from pelvis to his jaw.
They were stained red with splotches of
blood. It was irritating. Feeling tight
around his neck, and he was afraid his
shirt was going to get blood on it.
" Mr. McCall! " Finstock bellowed. " Summarize
last night's reading for the class. "
" Um, Coach. " Stiles awkwardly raised his hand.
" He can't talk. "
" Of course, he can talk. I heard him talk
yesterday, and the day before. I don't like
him talking, in fact, it gives me a migraine.
But he does talk. " Finstock declared.
" I know, what I mean is, we were in the ER all
night. We literally came straight to school from
the ER. " Stiles explained.
" So there's a reason the dastardly duo missed
their morning hygiene and grooming? " Finstock
chuckled. " I was wondering when I saw the
clothing reruns. "
" Yeah. " Stiles winced. " We didn't have time
to go home. "
" Then McCall can't talk? " Finstock glanced
at the silent, bandaged boy. " And what's with
the bandages? "
" He had an accident with an ancient torture
device used for witch hunting. " Stiles ducked
into his desk in case the coach exploded. " He
injured his spine really badly, and tore up his
voice. His asthma also went haywire. So no more
lacrosse for a while. "
" What?! " A vein pulsed in Finstocks forehead.
" What the hell did you do, McCall?! "
Scott reached into his pocket for his first inhaler
and triggered it. Pale and shaky, he was suddenly
wishing he'd stayed home. Because the day was
looking very, very long.
Especially since the class was now laughing at
him. Hard and loud.
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" Did you hear about McCall? "
" What an idiot. "
" ...nerd... "
" ...moron... "
" ...hear what Finstock said? "
Scott clenched his jaw at the way everyone was
talking about him. The halls were filled with
students laughing at him. Talking about him.
Throwing paper at him.
It never ended.
" What the hell did you do, McCall? " Jackson
demanded. " Why aren't you healing? "
" I found a cure. " Scott opened his locker,
and switched out his books. " I'm human now.
No werewolf. You'll have to get your fix from
someone else. "
He shut his locker, and turned to the jock. Rage
was pulsating on the bigger teens face. It was an
interesting sight. Something new. One of the eight
wonders.
Scott stagger back as Jackson hit him in the face.
Then a second punch bent him over. A third punch
brought him back up. The kicks started soon after.
But it wasn't enough for the enraged teen. Scott
was thrown to the ground in the middle of the
hall, and Jackson jumped on top of him. The jocky
repeatedly punching him in the chest and face.
He tried to block the punches. Tried to keep the
blood from running into his mouth. His breath
came in shorter and shorter wheezes. The lungs
he was born with betraying him and tightening,
becoming heavy in his chest.
An attack was coming.
" I'll destroy you! " Jackson bellowed. " I'll
take Allison from you, and use her body until
there's nothing left. I'll twist her mind. Make
her think she loves me, worships me, pleases me,
and only me. Then I'll tell her the truth. How
I don't care about her. How I hate her, and
find her boring. How she lacks much of a body,
and then I'll throw out the pieces for you
to pick up. If there's anything left. "
A furious punch broke his nose.
" And all I have to do is whistle. She'll come
running like the dirty, little bitch she
is. " Jackson chuckled darkly. " Once she
does, I'll train her like a dog. To service
her master. To obey his every instruction.
To come when called. "
He was suddenly dragged off him. Five of their
team mates had tackled him. Danny was one of
them, and all of them were angry.
" Oh hell, you look horrible. " Stiles appeared.
" You also don't sound so good. "
Scott could see most of the females in the student
body standing around. All about to form a lynch mob
against Jackson. Lydia was one of the females. She
was on the verge of tears.
He let Stiles help him sit up, and wheezed harder.
Fighting for each breath he took.
" Where's your bag? " Stiles began to panic.
" Here. " Allison dropped it by them, and kneeled
down.
" Thanks. " Stiles unzipped a front pouch and
removed an inhaler.
Scott had to let Stiles guide the inhaler into
his mouth, triggering it, and holding his breath
for a moment. Then he did it again. The boys
repeated the process with Scott's second inhaler.
Except the tightness in his chest didn't ease up.
" Better? " Stiles asked.
The teen shook his head, starting to cough hard.
Hard enough to shake his entire body.
" Shit. " Stiles held him up.
" What's going on? " Allison pushed some of Scott's
hair out of the way.
" The inhaler's aren't working. " Stiles brow
furrowed. " The doc in the ER said his asthma
is unstable. We don't know what will or won't
happen. "
" Should we call an ambulance? " She questioned.
" I don't know. Maybe. " Stiles grew more
concerned. " The beating hasn't helped things. "
Scott became red in the face. He was unable to
stop coughing. There was no pause between the
coughs. He was surprised he had enough time to
breath he was coughing so hard and much.
" His face is becoming purple. " Allison took
out her phone. " I'm calling. "
" His mom's going to kill us. " Stiles groaned.
" She wanted us to stay home today, but we refused.
We wanted to tough it out. "
He closed his eyes and fell over into Stiles.
Jerking violently with his coughing. His legs
were kicking out. He gripped his shirt and
clawed at it.
Something had to give. Soon.
" Oh. Ew. " Lydia's voice rang out. " He wet
himself. "
He felt something warm and wet running along
the front of his pants. It seemed his bladder
had given out.
Hysterical laughter filled the hallway. Jeers
raining down on him. He could hear the name
calling and comments because no one was bothering
to keep quiet.
' I wanted to be normal. I got my wish. '
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Chapter Two
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Scott woke up in the ER. He saw his mom in the
corner talking to Stiles dad. Stiles was next
to the bed with Allison. He frowned lightly in
confusion at the sight of her. He figured she
would have bolted after the ambulance came.
" Hey, you're awake. " Allison lit up.
He nodded slightly. Finally aware of the oxygen
mask on his face. Along with an IV drip attached
to his left arm.
" Good. You've been out four hours, and I was
starting to get worried. " Stiles stretched.
" By the way, in case you're interested,
Jackson broke your nose, two fingers, and
cracked three ribs. Your mom, not too happy. "
' Uh-oh. '
" Neither am I! " Allison growled. " I'm going
to break a few bones of my own. Call me a bitch
will he? Train me like a dog? Oh, I'll do some
training myself. "
He shivered at the gleam in her eyes. He did not
like it one bit. It reminded him of the time his
mom had found his dad in bed with another woman.
There were still shot gun holes in the master
bedroom.
" Scott. I told you to stay home. " His mom walked
over. " Honestly, one day of school. You get
beat up. Have a severe asthma attack, and get
brought in by ambulance. "
He smiled sheepishly at her.
" It wasn't his fault. I swear. " Stiles shifted
uncomfortably. " Jackson's been giving him a
hard time recently. He hasn't taken Scott's
new position on the team well. Today he
snapped. "
" Not snapped. " Allison narrowed her eyes.
" He was talking about using me against Scott.
About making me into his personal sex toy, and
warping my mind, then destroying what was left
when he was finished. "
" What?! " The nurse snapped her head from
Allison to Stiles then to Scott for confirmation.
Scott reluctantly nodded to show it was true.
" Jackson announced it in front of the whole
student body. " Stiles said. " Including
Allison and Lydia. "
" I think I'd better have a talk with Jackson
and his parents. " The Sheriff scratched at
his head. " I'll arrest him on assault. There's
nothing I can do about what he had planned for
Allison, I'm afraid. "
" The arrest will be satisfying enough. " Allison
waved him off. " Besides, I can come up with
something to compensate. "
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To Be Continued