Isaac bumps into someone while backing through the crowd, but unlike the others he's come up against, this body doesn't just move out of his way. He twists his head around to find Erica standing behind him, clutching her side and glaring at the limp form in his arms.
"It worked?" she growls without taking her eyes from Jackson.
"He's out. For now at least," he shifts his burden as it grows heavier with them just standing there. "Not the best time to talk," he groans as Jackson threatens to slide down to the floor.
She looks around, sees them drawing a few stares and moves quickly to grab at the boy's limp arm. They each hook an arm over their shoulders to hold the slack body up between them and move quickly through the crowd. They burst through a set of swinging doors into a relatively empty hallway and Isaac pauses to get his bearings.
"This way," he turns to begin moving along the corridor in the direction of the room in the back that he vaguely remembers Scott showing him after the teenager had scoped out the location for the rave.
He pushes into the room, finds it empty except for a metal folding chair and pauses on the threshold.
"Scott should be here," he frowns before turning to look down the hallway for a sign of the other boy.
He can't sense Scott nearby and Isaac is pretty sure this is the room they'd chosen as ideal to hold Jackson in until they could find whoever was controlling the Kanima then get the monster's teenaged host safely away from the crowd.
"Kinda heavy here," Erica groans and slouches down under Jackson's weight.
Isaac turns to her with a scoff and shoulders the full weight of the lacrosse co-captain with some obvious disdain at her complaint.
"Hey," she stands up straight and props a hand on her hip at his look, "you're lucky I'm able to help at all. That bastard packs a wicked punch. Do have any idea what I went through after his last scratch?"
Her eyes grow distant with the painful memory as she unconsciously rubs the forearm Derek had broken and wrung to get the venom out of her veins. Isaac had heard the story. Stiles had only told it a few dozen times in his numerous rants about the Alpha.
He doesn't get into any more discussion with her on the topic, just moves to deposit Jackson in the chair then straightens to look around the room.
"This isn't right," he mutters, scratching at the back of his neck as something seems to be tickling at the hairs there. Where's Scott? And Stilinski should be here, too. This was their idea."
"They're probably on their way," she gives a careless shrug and hugs herself against the slight chill in the room.
"I'm going to go look-"
"And leave me here alone with him," she interrupts with genuine fear; moving to position herself to bar his exit.
"He's unconscious," Isaac sighs. "If he starts to come around, just give him another dose."
He pulls out the extra vials of ketamine that he had in his pocket and goes to hand them to her along with the syringe.
"Comes around," she says with her brow arches at something behind Isaac, "like, how, exactly?"
This is one of those times that he really kind of hates her as he reloads the syringe without even looking behind him to know that Jackson's probably about to kill him. He whips around to find the boy merely stirring in the chair, head twisting and lips moving on words that even Isaac's ears can't decipher.
Minor as the movement is, it's still enough to unsettle him as much as it does Erica so Isaac doesn't hesitate to shove another injection in Jackson's throat. As soon as he pulls the needle away having emptied another vial, Jackson's head falls back to hang limply over the back of the chair before his body does a boneless slide to the floor.
"There," he stands over the prone form with some satisfaction and feels no compunction at leaving Jackson lying there. "See? Just give him another dose and you'll be fine."
He again moves to give her the injector and two remaining vials but she stubbornly wraps her arms around herself and refuses to take them.
"You seem to have things well in hand here," she casts a glance toward Jackson. "I'll go see what's holding up the wunderkinds."
She bolts before he has a chance to argue and Isaac growls in aggravation at the empty space she had occupied. He moves to close the single steel door into the room then gives the space a disparaging once over.
He has no idea what the room is supposed to be with its tin siding walls, boarded over window and the oddly placed sink. The sink implies bathroom, but there's no commode or shower. The folding chair is the only place to sit and Isaac steps over Jackson's body to sit down and wait. He wishes he had brought his cell phone to play some Angry Birds then he gets the bright idea to 'borrow' Jackson's IPhone.
Not as dumb as pretty much everyone thinks him to be, Isaac gives Whittemore's shoulder a nudge with his foot to make sure the body doesn't stir before he goes fishing in the guy's pockets. He has his hand under Jackson's butt and deep in a back pocket when the boy starts to squirm beneath him. Even though his fingers had just brushed over the sleek surface of the cell phone he sought Isaac yanks his hand away as if burnt and fumbles in his own pants for the syringe and another vial.
He looks at the door then the needle then Jackson and wonders if he should be more sparing with the injections; hold off on another dose until Scott gets there to decide what they should be doing with their captive.
Then Jackson's hand flails out, hits Isaac's ankle and he immediately drops to a knee beside the boy to administer another shot; he wasn't about to take any chances while shut in this room alone with this … thing.
He moves to stand in the corner, away from Jackson's out flung limbs and just watches the guy lie there on the cement floor.
They should have brought rope, he thinks, imagining himself somewhat safer with the other boy bound to the chair. Then he considers the fragility of rope and knows how the Kanima would just pop right through such restraint and thinks they should have brought chains.
Everyone on the lacrosse team knew that Stiles had an ungodly amount of heavy, large linked chain readily available and Scott hadn't thought to maybe bring it for capturing the Kanima?
Isaac sighs and resists the urge to pace the room; feeling caged and useless when he could and should be doing something.
The doorknob turns and he springs away from the wall, but knows before it opens that it isn't McCall on the other side of the door. Erica pushes her way in and looks immediately to the unconscious pile of Jackson on the floor.
"Still not here?" she asks after assuring herself that the guy wasn't doing anything more than breathing.
She looks around the small space like Isaac has maybe hidden Scott and Stiles somewhere; like he would have tucked them into the sink for shits and giggles.
"I thought you were looking for them," he glowers, trying to channel their Alpha through the glare.
Erica is undaunted by the effort and gives a careless shrug.
"I looked, didn't see them in the crowd."
"Because they would have been outside of it," he groans. "Scott was watching the building for the Argents and Jackson and Stiles was out circling the building with his …fairy dust or whatever the vet gave him," Isaac allows himself to pace now, but controls the urge to pull at his hair. "I should have gone to look for them."
"Or maybe you could have told me about all of that before I went looking," she bristles at the criticism.
"Maybe if you had waited a second before leaving, I would have," he gets in her face and snaps.
Her eyes narrow and lips pucker at his flash of fang before she deliberately wipes the traces of anger from her face and turns on the sexy again.
"What's the big deal?" she gives a seductive half-smile and slings an arm around his neck. "So we have a few more minutes alone. We could have some fun with it."
She trails a single finger down the center of his chest towards the front of his pants like she's really going to do something with him, but he's wise to that trick now after her plan to get Jackson. She wants Isaac thinking with the little head rather than arguing with her and pointing out any faults and while his little head is stirring with some interest in being distracted he isn't about to get off track again.
He deliberately waits until she's stroking over the swell of his erection before he circles his fingers around her wrist and moves her hand away.
"I suppose you'll want to wake Jackson up to join in, too, right?" he sneers with a sideways glance at the boy.
"Hey, whatever floats your boat," she grins unrepentantly before casting her own glance at the guy.
Her smile quickly drops and she backs towards the wall with dread overtaking her features.
Without even looking or asking, he shoves his hand into his pocket for the last vial, reloads the syringe and moves to jam it into Jackson's neck as the boy is trying to push himself up off the floor.
"I really hate this guy," Isaac sighs before flinging the empty needle aside as useless now that he's already given the last dose they had had.