Chapter 4:
A gun shot went off and I jumped. I sat up and looked towards my window. I scrambled to get out of my covers before I hit something, that wasn't soft. I closed my eyes and sighed before looking at all the papers.
Last time they'd all been of one pictures. I looked at all the drawings confused and sat back down.
I shuffled through them, finding all the different photos. One, was of an arm. There was a wound in it and the veins were black. Another has a bullet and then a pile of what looked like a plant. The plant was on fire.
The last picture was of a person. A women. She was pretty, with golden hair. Her face was fierce and wearing a smug smile.
I stopped staring at the three pictures as a howl sounded. Immediately I stumbled out of my room and towards my brother's, the pictures forgotten for the moment as I threw Scott's door open. He was pulling on a pair of pants and I let out a sigh.
"Thank god." I muttered. Then I realised he was getting ready to leave. "Where are you going?" I demanded
"The alpha's out there." he said simply. I huffed and ran into my room, got dressed and looked at the papers. I took one of each of the drawings and shoved them into my back pocket and walked to Scott's room. I caught him climbing out his window.
"Oi." I said, he looked at me "Where you planning on leaving me?" I demanded
"You can't come." he said
"The hell I can't." I disagreed. I pushed past him and out the window. I jumped from the roof, did a flip in the air and landed on my feet. I turned to look back at Scott and placed my hands on my hips.
"You coming or not?" I asked. He sighed and walked quietly along the roof before jumping down next to me.
"Race you." I grinned and turned and ran.
"Hey!" He said before sighing. I heard his footsteps behind me.
We ran around, heading to a factory part of the town. The smell of blood reached my nose and I heard a little growling.
"Scott." I muttered, I held my hand out and stopped, Scott hit my arm and stopped as I looked around.
Another gun shot sounded, followed by something crashing. Someone was shot.
"What was that?" Scott asked
"I think… someone got shot." I muttered. I glanced at him before walking around the building, Scott followed.
We peaked around a building and saw a women, with golden curly hair, a riffle on her back. My eyes widened as I looked at her.
Another car approached, a red SUV.
"That's Allison's dad's car…" Scott muttered
"Which means she's another hunter." I muttered. She turned her torch off and walked towards Mr Argent's car.
I heard someone breathing, followed by a gasp. It wasn't coming from the hunters. I looked over the buildings as Scott stood behind me, watching Mr Argent and the mystery girl.
"Get in." Mr Argent ordered
"Not even "hello," "nice to see you"?" she asked, an eyebrow raised
"All I've got at the moment is "please put the assault rifle away before someone notices."" Mr Argent said as he looked around, making sure no one was watching, Scott and I stayed behind the building, glancing around the corner at them.
"That's the brother I love." she grinned
"Oh god…" I muttered
"Did she just say… brother?" Scott asked
"Another Argent." I nodded with a slight groan.
"Chris, there were two of 'em." she admitted.
"The Alpha?" Mr Argent asked
"I don't know, but one of them tried to kill me." his sister explained.
"One of them is gonna lead us to the other. He can't do that if he's dead." Mr Argent reminded her
"Well, I can't help kill either of them if one of them kills me first." his sister snapped slightly. Mr Argent turned and looked around with a sigh.
"How long will it take?" he asked
"Give him 48 hours— If that." his sister answered. She walked around him and they both headed towards his car.
"Scott." I muttered, tapping his arm. I pulled the papers out of my pocket.
"What are those?" he asked
"I woke up with more drawings." I confessed. He looked at them seriously. I looked over them before handing him the one of the women. Scott unfolded it and looked at it. He looked at me shocked then back at the new Argent. It was her I'd drawn.
"Who'd she shoot?" he asked. I shook my head and handed him the other two drawings.
"Something tells me, she didn't use a normal bullet." I pulled the picture of the arm to the top. "Does that looked like a bullet wound to you?" I pointed at the wound. Scott took a deep breath and looked at me.
"But who'd she shoot?" he asked. I shook my head
"I don't remember when I draw them, or if I dreamed anything." I shrugged. "But if she's a hunter, then it was probably a werewolf." I thought
"Derek." Scott said. I shrugged again and looked back at the car as it pulled away.
"Come on. Let's go home. Before someone shoots us too." I muttered. I tugged on Scott's arm and he turned to follow me.
We sat a the desks in class, Scott next to me and Stiles behind him as the teacher walked around handing back tests.
I had the drawing of the arm sitting in front of me as I bobbed my leg and stared at it, trying to figure something out.
"If Derek isn't the Alpha, if he's not the one who bit you, then who did?" Stiles asked, I turned to him, he was leaning over his desk to Scott. Scott thought, shook his head and shrugged
"I don't know."
"Did the Alpha kill the bus driver?" Stiles asked
"I don't know." Scott repeated. Stiles sat back annoyed and huffed.
"Does Allison's dad know about the Alpha?" He suddenly asked
"I don't know!" Scott snapped. Everyone stopped and looked at them. "Jeez." Scott muttered, throwing his pencil onto his desk. I shot Stiles a look and folded up my drawing as the teacher walked around and handed the tests back. Stiles grinned and showed me an A before he looked at Scott's
"Dude, you need to study more." Stiles muttered. I leaned over to see the D- on Scott's page. I got mine, a B was sitting on the top. Scott dropped his paper and sighed. "That was a joke." Stiles muttered
"Stiles, shut up." I scolded.
"Scott, it's one test. You're gonna make it up." Stiles tried to comfort him, ignoring me. "Do you want help studying?"
"No." Scott sighed with a shake of his head "I'm studying with Allison after school today." Stiles' eyebrows shot up and he looked at him a little surprised. He looked at me and I shrugged with a grin.
"That's my boy." Stiles grinned. I chuckled
"I gotta say, It's about time." I smirked
"We're just studying." Scott confessed
"Uh, no, you're not." Stiles disagreed.
"No, I'm not?" Scott asked
"Not if I'm forced to live vicariously through you." Stiles said seriously
"Jeez Scott. You're such a virgin." I said leaning across the isle. He blushed a little and I smirked. "If you go to her house today and squander that colossal opportunity, I swear to God I'll have you de-balled." Stiles threatened. I chuckled
"Okay." Scott cut him off "Just— Stop with the questions, man." Scott asked
"Done."
"Seriously Stiles, how do you expect Scott to know anyway?" I Asked
"Well maybe you know."
"How would I know?" I whisper shouted
"You're the one drawing all the pictures." he reminded me, pointing to the one folded on my desk. I shot him a look.
"Stiles." Scott said
"No more questions." Stiles remembered nodding "No more talk about the Alpha or Derek." he looked down "Especially Derek— Who still scares me."
"You're such a girl." I muttered shaking my head.
The bell rang and we all got up out of our seats. I left the room to head for my next class before stopping. People bumped past me as I turned and looked around.
I smelled blood.
"Alice," I tuned around to see Lydia and Allison walking towards me.
"Hey." I smiled
"What you doin'?" Lydia wondered
"Waiting for you two lovely ladies." I smiled, taking each of their hands. "So, what you talking about?"
"Tonight." Allison shrugged
"That's right, you have a study date." I smiled
"With who?" Lydia asked
"Who do you think Lydia?" I wondered "Scott of course."
"You don't mind right?" Allison asked
"Ally, I'm his sister not his mother. I don't have a say in it. Plus you two are adorable together." Allison smiled and blushed.
"Scott's coming over?" Lyda asked "Tonight?"
"We're just studying together." Allison smirked
"Oh my god, you two are two similar." I rolled my eyes with a smirk.
"What do you mean?" Allison asked
"Scott said the same thing." I said to Lydia. She rolled her eyes
"What are you two talking about?" Allison questioned
""Just studying" never ends with just studying." Lydia explained "It's like— Getting into a hot tub— Somebody eventually cops a feel." Lydia shrugged
"Well, so what are you saying?" Allison wondered
"I'm just saying, you know, make sure he covers up." Lydia hinted. Allison looked confused and Lydia and I chuckled
"Those two, are so alike." I sighed
"Hello, snow white!" she nudged him "I'm talking about a condom." she confessed. Allison laughed, not believing it.
"Are you kidding? After one date?" she asked
"Don't be a total prude." Lydia shrugged "Give him a little taste."
"Well, I—I mean, how much is "a little taste"?" Allison asked, a little embarrassed. Lydia and I shared a smile
"Oh, God." Lydia began
"You really like him, don't you?" we both chorused.
"Well—" she sighed "He's just different."
"That's an understatement." I muttered with a sigh
"When I first moved here, I had a plan— no boyfriends till college. I just move too much. But—" Allison started smiling "Then I met him, and— He was different. I—I don't know. Can't explain it." she sighed
"I can." Lydia admitted "It's your brain flooding with phenylethylamine." she smiled. I nudged her with a grin
"What?" Allison asked
"It's a stimulant that can also help elevate mood and to promote feelings of well-being." I shrugged
"I'll tell you what to do." Lydia sighed "When's he coming over?"
"Right after school." Allison said. The bell rang again and I turned to Lydia cutting her off.
"Hey I gotta go," I said, I turned to Allison "Good luck." I smiled. I give them both a kiss on the cheek and walked through the school to the door.
I walked out in time to see Stiles reverse his jeep and Derek suddenly appear, walking in front of him. Stiles skidded to a stop.
I ran down the stairs and over to Derek who wobbled on his feet. I grabbed him just before he hit the ground and laid him on my lap.
"Derek!" I muttered, shaking his shoulder.
"You've gotta be kidding me." Stiles muttered. Horns sounded as Stiles blocked the car park, stopping everyone from getting out and going home. Stiles got out of his jeep and Scott ran over to us.
"What the hell?" Scott whispered. Derek blinked and looked up at me.
"Are you alright?" I questioned. He took a deep breath and slowly sat up, holding his arm.
"What are you doing here?" Scott demanded
"I was shot." Derek sighed.
"Last night?" I asked "That was you." he looked at me confused.
"He's not looking so good, dude." Stiles muttered
"Why aren't you healing?" Scott questioned
"I can't." Derek panted "It was—it was a different kind of bullet." Derek confessed
"A silver bullet?" Stiles asked excitedly
"No, you idiot." Derek insulted
"Wait, wait. That's what she meant when she said you had 48 hours." Scott realised. He looked at me and my eyes widened.
"What? Who—who said 48 hours?" Derek asked
"The one who shot you." Scott said
"Mr Argent's sister." I muttered. Derek's eyes suddenly turned blue and he gasped, squeezing his eyes shut. He opened them and his iris' flashed between blue and his brown.
"What are you doing?" Scott demanded looking around as the horns continued "Stop that!"
"I'm trying to tell you, I can't!" Derek snapped
"Scott, we need to get him out of here." I said looking around. "Now."
"Derek, get up!" Scott ordered, placing a hand on his shoulder. Derek clenched his teeth and panted, looking at Scott. Scott shot me a look and I placed my hands under Derek's arms, lifting him to his feet. He gasped when I touched his left arm.
"People are getting out of their cars Derek. They can't see you." I said as he staggered. "Scott a little help." I asked. Scott took Derek's other side and we helped him on his feet
"I'm gonna put him in your car." Scott told Stiles, who just stood there, his mouth open. I got in the car first and pulled Derek into the passenger seat as Scott shut the door.
"I need you to find out what kind of bullet they used." Derek said
"How the hell am I supposed to do that?" Scott asked
"'Cause she's an argent. She's with them." Derek reminded him.
"You're going to her house Scott." I said simply.
"Why should I help you?" Scott demanded
"Because you need me." Derek confessed.
"Scott, how would you feel if he died and you didn't help. It's be your fault." I said seriously. He looked at me before sighing.
"Fine. I'll try." he agreed as Stiles got in the drivers side of his Jeep. "Get him out of here."
"I hate you for this so much." Stiles said, grounding his teeth slightly.
"You'll get over it." I said "Drive." Stiles stomped on the gas and moved the car.
We drove in silence. Derek kept wincing and panting, Stiles shot him annoyed yet worried looks while I sat in the back, glancing between them both.
Stiles, as irritated as he was pulled his phone out and sent Scott a text message as Derek pulled off his jacket. Scott texted him back and the answer obviously wasn't good as Stiles complained.
"Hey, try not to bleed out on my seats, okay?" Stiles snapped "We're almost there."
"Almost where?" Derek asked, it was like he was falling asleep.
"Your house." Stiles sighed
"What? No, you can't take me there." Derek said drowsily
"I can't take you to your own house?" Stiles asked scoffing
"Not when I can't protect myself." Derek shook his head slightly.
"All right." Stiles muttered. He pulled over and parked the car on the side of the road before turning to Derek. "What happens if Scott doesn't find your little magic bullet? Hmm? Are you dying?" Stiles demanded
"Not yet." Derek confessed
"Yet?" I demanded, pushing through to block Stiles line of vision. "What do you mean not yet, have you looked at yourself?" I demanded "At this rate you're not gonna make it to the evening." I admitted
"I have a last resort." he muttered
"What do you mean? What last resort?" Stiles demanded, almost laughing. Derek pulled up his sleeve to expose a perfectly round hole in his skin. There was blood all around it, dripping down his arm.
"Oh, my— God." Stiles gasped and turned away "What is that? Oh, is that contagious?" "You know what, you should probably just get out." he pointed to the door
"Oh my…" I muttered and turned to my bag. Both of them watched me confused before I pulled out my drawing. I unfolded it and held it in front of the two boys. It was my drawing of the arm, although my arm had black veins, it was the exact same as Derek's wound.
"Where did you get this?" Derek demanded
"I drew it. Last night, before you got shot." I confessed "Along with…" I pulled the other two out and unfolded those. "These." Derek's eyes settled on the girl and he took the paper.
"She's the one who shot you." I pointed "Allison's aunt." Derek stared at the photo in a way that said he knew her.
"What about this one?" Stiles asked, pointing to the bullet.
"Seeing as Derek said it was a different kind of bullet, I'm guessing that's what went into Derek's arm." I sighed
"And the fire?"
"That I don't know." I confessed.
"Start the car." Derek suddenly ordered "Now."
"I don't think you should be barking orders with the way you look, okay? In fact, I think if I wanted to, I could probably drag your little werewolf ass out into the middle of the road and leave you for dead." Stiles threatened, Derek looked up at him. Despite the fact that his face was ashen pale and he looked like he couldn't stay awake. His face was dead serious
"Start the car, or I'm gonna rip your throat out— With my teeth." Stiles stared at Derek for a while before turning around and starting the car.
"Guess that fear you pretend doesn't exist gets to you." I muttered. Stiles glared at me through the rear view mirror.
"You know what I don't get. How is it you keep drawing things—"
"In my sleep." I added
"Right. How come you keep drawing things before they happen. How do you know they are?" Stiles questioned
"I don't know." I said "I just wake up with them all over my bed. I don't remember drawing them, collecting the paper, grabbing the pens. I just go to sleep and then, every now and then I wake up to find my bed littered with papers." I explained "And then Scott usually ends up running from the house." I muttered.
"At least that's whats happened so far and you said you'd help me." I said to Derek, hitting his shoulder. He looked at me, his eyebrows furrowing slightly.
"Is that the look that you know and for some annoying reason you wont tell me or that you don't give a rats ass?" I questioned. He sighed
"I don't know yet." he muttered. I huffed and sat back in the car.
"Where are we going now?" I wondered
"I don't know." Stiles shrugged "Just driving around randomly." he muttered "How's your house?" he asked
"Mum'll be home, her shift wont start yet." I shook my head. "Yours?"
"And risk my dad walking in?" Stiles asked before huffing. I sighed
"Awesome. Well we can't drive around all night." I shrugged "So we have to find somewhere to go." Scott sighed and pulled over for the second time. He pulled out his phone and texted Scott but nothing.
"Fine." I muttered. I pulled my phone out and rang my brother. After about four rings he picked up.
"Wow, thanks for answering." I said sarcastically.
"Sorry, Allison's aunt made me stay for dinner." Scott muttered
"You mean the women who shot Derek invited you to sit at their table?" I asked slowly. Stiles swivelled around in his seat to look at me shocked. I nodded.
"Yeah… her name's Kate." he said
"I don't care what her name it but okay." I said
"Other then the fact that she's a hunter, she's kinda cool." Scott thought.
"Glad you're getting along with them. While you were sitting around being all carefree did you seem to remember how you stuck Stiles with Derek?" I wondered "Who by the way, is dying." I confessed
"Y-Yeah, I remembered."
"Did you remember to go looking for the bullet?" I asked
"I haven't had the chance yet." Scott confessed.
"So what?"
"So, hang on to Derek." Scott ordered
"Hang on to him?" I asked. Stiles suddenly reached across grabbed my phone and placed it to his ear.
"What am I supposed to do with him?" he demanded.
"Take him somewhere, anywhere." Scott said quickly. Stiles groaned
"And, by the way, he's starting to smell." Stiles complained. Derek turned to look at him annoyed.
"Like—like what?"
"Like death." Stiles answered
"Okay, take him to the animal clinic." Scott ordered
"What?" I asked leaning forward, grinning slightly.
"What about your boss?" Stiles wondered
"He's gone by now. There's a spare key in the box behind the dumpster." Scott admitted. Stiles sighed and held my phone over to Derek.
"You're not gonna believe where he's telling me to take you." Stiles confessed as Derek took the phone.
"Did you find it?" he slurred
"How am I supposed to find one bullet? They have a million." Scott confessed "This house is like— The fricken Walmart of guns." he whispered
"Look, if you don't find it, then I'm dead, all right?" Derek confessed
"I'm starting to think that wouldn't be such a bad thing." Scott muttered
"Then think about this. The Alpha called you out against your will. He's gonna do it again. Next time you either kill with him or you get killed." Derek explained "So if you wanna stay alive, then you need me. Find the bullet." Derek removed my phone and went to hang up before I grabbed the phone.
"Scott," I said "What do you know about Kate?"
"Only that she arrived here last night."
"So she hadn't been to Allison's house yet?" I wondered
"I don't know. No?" he said
"Then it'll be in Kate's things." I said simply. "The bullet is obviously hers. It'll either be in a bag somewhere in her room, or in her car."
"Why her car?"
"Because all she had with her yesterday when she shot Derek was her car." I said simply "Jeez don't you people think?" I questioned
"That could still take a while." Scott reminded me. I sighed and thought, my eyes landing on Derek's arm. "Scott, use your nose." I muttered
"My nose? Hows that going to help?" he questioned
"This bullet obviously had something about it, something different. It'll smell different and obviously wont be a common smell you find in an ordinary house or something. Plus you'll know what it is when you find it because it obviously has some effect on werewolves."
"But—"
"Stop making bloody excuses and just do it." I ordered before hanging up.
"Am I the only one with a brain here?" I asked Stiles. He opened his mouth "Don't answer." I decided. Stiles started car again and drove towards the animal clinic.
I held Derek's good arm over my shoulder while Stiles found the key and opened the back door. His phone began to ring as he turned the light one.
I slowly put Derek down on the floor and he heaved a deep breath.
"Does Northern blue monkshood mean anything to you?" Stiles asked reading his phone.
"It's a rare form of wolfsbane." Derek admitted.
"They shot you with wolfsbane?" I asked, looking at Stiles.
"He has to bring me the bullet." Derek sighed
"Why?" Stiles asked
"'Cause I'm gonna die without it." Derek confessed. His face was covered in sweat and his eyes were darker then the rest of his skin.
"Come on." I muttered. I lifted Derek to his feet and we walked into the clinic and to the medical table in the clinic.
Derek began to pull his shirt off as Stiles turned the light on.
"Well, okay." he muttered Derek's arm looked much more like my drawing now. I took two out, the one of his arm and the one of the bullet and laid them on the table.
"So basically the bullet is filled with wolfsbane." I pointed "How the hell are you going to get that out?" I demanded. He didn't answer me as Stiles stood opposite us.
"You know, that really doesn't look like anything some echinacea and a good night of sleep couldn't take care of." Stiles thought
"When the infection reaches my heart, it'll kill me." Derek breathed.
""Positivity" just isn't in your vocabulary, is it?" Stiles shrugged
"After loosing your whole family, I doubt it." I muttered.
"If he doesn't get here with the bullet in time— Last resort." Derek said as he opened draws looking for something.
"Which is?" Stiles asked. Derek suddenly raised a power saw
"You're gonna cut off my arm." Derek confessed. Stiles stared at him worried.
"Derek, I haven't seen anything with wolfsbane on fire yet and so far everything I've drawn I've seen afterwards. I'm sure Scott'll get here." I promised
"Well, incase he doesn't. We can't rely on something like you're drawings. They could be meaningless." Derek thought
"So far they've been pretty critical." I snapped. Derek walked over and placed the saw on the table, pushing it to Stiles. He picked it up and looked at it before clicking it on.
"Oh my god." Stiles muttered turning it off, looking away and placing the saw on the table.
"What if you bleed to death?" Stiles demanded as Derek wrapped a tie around to his arm, cutting off the circulation to stop the wolfsbane reaching his heart.
"It'll heal if it works." Derek said through his teeth, one end of the tie in his mouth.
"Yeah, note the word 'if'." I emphasised
"Ugh." Stiles sighed and shook his head. "Look I don't know if I can do this." he confessed
"Why not?" Derek asked not looking at him as he tied the blue string into a knot.
"Why not?" I repeated looking at him appalled.
"Well, because of the cutting through the flesh, the sawing of the bone, and especially the blood!" Stiles complained. I paced my fingernail in my mouth, my drawings were still on the table and I stared at the only one I hadn't sent yet.
"You faint at the sight of blood?" Derek asked appalled
"No, but I might at the sight of a chopped-off arm!" Stiles snapped Derek sighed and shook his head.
"Just because you can see people in pieces doesn't mean everyone else can." I snapped.
"All right, fine. How about this? Either you cut off my arm, or I'm gonna cut off your head." Derek panted.
"Okay, you know what, I'm so not buying your threats any—" Derek grabbed Stiles' shirt and pulled him over the table towards him. "Oh my god. Okay. All right, bought, sold. Totally." Stiles rambled as Derek huffed through his nose. "I'll do it. I'll do it." Derek suddenly began to gag and leaned over his arm.
"What? What are you doing?" Stiles questioned. Derek moved and bent over the edge of the bench and I jumped away as he threw up black blood.
"Holy God, what the hell is that?" Stiles demanded as Derek gasped.
"Gross." I muttered
"It's my body— Trying to heal itself." Derek panted as he leaned his shoulder on the table.
"Well, it's not doing a very good job of it." Stiles muttered. Derek turned to look at him.
"Now. You gotta do it now." he panted, leaning his head on the table.
"Look, honestly, I don't think I can." Stiles admitted as he stared at Derek's arm.
"Just do it!" Derek shouted.
"Oh my god." Stiles muttered picking up the saw "Okay, okay." he turned it on and put it below the band on Derek's arm.
"Oh my god." he muttered "All right, here we go!" he cheered himself on.
"Stiles!" we all looked to the door as Scott's voice sounded
"Scott?" Stiles questioned, looking at me
"Alice," Scott appeared at he door and saw Stiles holding the power tool. "What the hell are you doing?" he demanded. Stiles let out a sigh of relief and chuckled
"Oh, you just prevented a lifetime of nightmares." Stiles confessed as he put the power tool down.
"Did you get it?" Derek asked lying on the table. Scott dug a bullet from his pocket. He handed it to Derek who stood up straight
"What are you gonna do with it?" Stiles asked as Derek looked at it.
"I'm gonna— I'm gonna—" Derek's eyes began to drift closed and he toppled sideways. Derek dropped the bullet and it rolled along the ground and into a drain.
"No. No, no, no, no." Scott got onto his stomach and reached for the bullet. I kneeled next to Derek who was suddenly out cold.
"Derek. Derek, come on, wake up." Stiles said patting Derek's face. "Scott, what the hell are we gonna do?"
"I don't know!" Scott worried "I can't reach it."
"He's not waking up!" Stiles warned.
"Come on." Scott breathed
"I think he's dying. I think he's dead!" Stiles worried. I pushed him slightly and moved my finger to his pulse before leaning my head on his chest.
"He's not dead." I said slowly, I looked at Stiles "But if we don't do something he will be." I pointed at Scott.
"Just hold on!" Scott ordered. He took a deep breath. "Come on." he muttered and took a deep breath calming down. "Oh! I got it! I got it!" he cheered sitting up.
"Please don't kill me for this." Stiles muttered. He raised his fist and hit Derek's face
"Ugh! Ow! God!" he complained, holding his fist.
"You need more strength to waken a werewolf." I said obviously "Bet he didn't even feel that."
"You do it then." Stiles ordered. I sat on Derek, raised my fist and punched him hard in the face. Derek gasped and opened his eyes before looking for Scott.
"Give me—" he ordered. Scott gave him the bullet and the three of us helped him to his feet
"Ow! God—" Stiles waved his hand around to try and remove the pain. Derek suddenly put the bullet in his mouth and bit the top off. He turned it upside down and tipped out the wolfsbane inside. It was just a heap of seeds.
He proceeded to grab a lighter and lit the plant on fire. The entire thing sparked like a fire lighter on a birthday cake and Scott and Stiles jumped back.
I looked at my drawing. It was the same.
The plant smoked blue smoke before Derek swept it into his hand, he looked at it then his arm and suddenly put the wolfsbane onto his bullet wound. Scott, Stiles and I jumped before Derek sucked in a deep breath and suddenly pushed his finer into the wound along with the wolfsbane. Derek started screaming and Stiles moved out of his way as Derek collapsed onto the floor in pain. We watched as he looked at his arm and suddenly all the black veins retreated back to his bullet wound before the wound itself disappeared.
"Oh my god." Stiles breathed "That—Was—Awesome!" Stiles cheered "Yes!" Scott and I looked at him. I held my hand out and Derek took it before I hoisted him to his feet.
"Are you okay?" Scott asked
"Well, except for the agonising pain." Derek said
"I'm guessing the ability to use sarcasm is a good sign of health." Stiles smiled. Derek glared at him, his strength back enough for it to be more serious then before. Stiles smile vanished and he took a step back.
I grabbed my drawing, using the silent to my advantage and slammed it on the table near Derek.
"Look familiar now?" I demanded. Derek looked at me with his usual masked expression. He didn't say anything surprisingly.
"Okay, we saved your life, which means you're gonna leave us alone, you got that?" Scott demanded as Derek removed the tie from around his arm. "And if you don't, I'm gonna go back to Allison's dad, and I'm gonna tell him everything—" Scott threatened
"You're gonna trust them?" Derek cut him off "You think they can help you?"
"Well, why not? They're a lot freaking nicer than you are." Scott confessed
"I can show you exactly how nice they are." Derek nodded
"What do you mean?" Scott asked.
Derek forced Scott into his car. Seeing as I needed a lift home somehow, I got in the car with them and Derek drove us through town until we stopped out the front of Beacon Hills longterm care home. Scott and I got out of the car confused as Derek turned the engine off.
"What are we doing here?" Scott asked. Derek didn't answer, he just walked into the building.
We walked through the hall as Derek lead us to a room. He opened the door and we walked in to see a man sitting in a wheel chair and staring blankly at nothing.
"Who is he?" Scott wondered
"My uncle. Peter Hale." Derek answered
"Is he— Like you, a werewolf?" Scott asked slowly
"He was. Now he's barely even human." Derek said as we looked at his blank look. "Six years ago, my sister and I were at school, and our house caught fire." Derek explained "Eleven people were trapped inside. He was the only survivor."
"So—What makes you so sure that they set the fire?" Scott asked
"'Cause they're the only ones that knew about us." Derek said angrily
"Well, then— They had a reason." Scott defended. Derek raised his eyebrows. I looked at Scott shocked. Reason or not that doesn't give them the right to burn eleven people alive.
"Like what? You tell me what justifies this." Derek turned Peter's wheelchair around to expose the other side of his face. It was burnt red and crinkled. A permanent scar.
"They say they'll only kill an adult, and only with absolute proof, but there were people in my family that were perfectly ordinary in that fire." Derek admitted "This is what they do." he said pointing at Peter "And it's what Allison will do."
"What are you doing? How did you get in here?" we turned around to see a nurse standing at the door.
"We were just leaving." Derek assured her. He walked past Scott and I, tapping Scott's arm to make him follow. I turned my head from Derek's uncle and left the room.
Derek dropped us at home before I walked up to my room.
"Do you really think Allison's family would kill innocent people?" Scott asked, standing at my door.
"I don't know." I confessed "I don't know anything about them, except for Allison." I added. I sighed and sat on my bed.
"Then again at the moment I don't even think I know myself." I muttered. Scott looked at me. I reached for my bag, pulled out my drawings and walked to my desk. I pulled out the very first drawing and placed it with my new three.
"Hey," Scott placed a hand around my shoulders "We'll figure it out." he promised
"Yeah. How I'm half werewolf and suddenly seeing the future?" I shrugged "Without remembering I saw it." I added, Scott huffed
"At least you don't have an alpha after you that is killing people and potentially going to kill yourself too." he muttered
"And it all started with that one bite." I crossed my arms with a sigh. Scott sighed too before his face looked serious for a second.
"Yeah…" he muttered. I raised an eyebrow at him, but Scott just shook his head before leaving my room.