AN: THIS CHAPTER IS VERY DARK AND CONTAINS ADULT THEMES. I TRIED TO KEEP IT NON GRAPHIC BUT THIS IS A FAIR WARNING.
Chapter 7
Derek found himself standing, like an omniscient presence, in a corridor of a house. He figured this was John Walsh's house and the pair of eyes Derek currently saw through belonged to the hunter himself. He heard voices of kids coming from a room up ahead. They weren't overtly cheerful but seemed to be talking, punctuated with occasional laughter. He saw steps lead up to the door and then the door open. The room had three bunk beds and one closet. It had some cloths strewn over but else, it was sparse. The window had been boarded so the room was dark even though it was day outside. The room was lit by tiny slits in the wall near the ceiling. On the floor sat the three occupants of this room, three kids who seemed to be playing amongst themselves. When they turned to face the hunter, Derek saw a mixture of fear and weariness wash over their faces.
One of them was a girl, tanned skin, probably south Asian, around 13. She had jet black hair and dark eyes, pretty features. She held a band-aid between her fingers. It was only when he saw the other two did Derek realize that the girl wasn't playing doctor. The other two were boys, around the same age as her. They were twins and stared back with the very familiar and unmistakable eyes that Derek knew very well. Yet, they seemed very odd because these boys weren't angry or aggressive, but fearful and alert. Derek almost didn't recognise them as the same alpha twins that he knew. One of them had a puffy eye and the other one had a cut on his forehead, hence, the band-aid. Derek noticed that even the girl seemed to have a bruised cheek but that was healing. Derek felt uneasy seeing these bruises on the kids.
A deep voice from the doorway (that Derek recognised to be Walsh's) spoke up.
"You gotta go to school today. I don't want your nosey friends to come around." He started to leave but Derek heard his thoughts in his head, "I just hope these idiots have the sense to say the Ethan fell down the stairs when they ask."
Everything became a blur as Derek moved forward, sifting through the memories and came to stop on a particularly gloomy day. Like a film, the events of that day unfolded in front of Derek's eyes, just like Walsh had seen it.
A boy rushed into the living room, looking excited. His eyes were burning with manic rage and malice. John got up and went towards the boy, his eldest son. He took him by the shoulders and turned to face him.
"What happened, Jason?" the elder man asked.
Jason gave his father a crooked grin, baring his teeth like that of a mad dog's.
"Guess what I saw in school today?" he exclaimed.
Jason was a senior, and much older than his peers because he had repeated two years due to his lack of academic interest. John circled his son and raised his eyebrows, waiting for his son to continue.
"Mike Anderson, that fag, has a new boyfriend," he said, sneering. John scoffed.
The Andersons were werewolves and they had arranged to follow a peace treaty with the Walsh's after a particularly bloody battle which had resulted in deaths on both sides. Even though the treaty had been respected for many years, it had never been without substantial tension between the rival clans. It was a well known fact that Mike Anderson was the new alpha of that family and he was gay. The Walsh's had been itching to get a go at him but so far, they hadn't been able to.
"So what's new with that?" came another voice. Father-son duo looked up to see two more boys enter. They were Kyle and Jimmy, Jason's younger brothers.
Jason snorted, the manic obsession back in his being.
"Ask me who they guy was..." he exclaimed, "Ethan!"
A ripple of a disbelief and anger went through room.
John punched the wall in rage and Kyle threw down his backpack. Jimmy just stood there, seething.
"That ungrateful bag of bones!" exclaimed John angrily, "to think we have been rearing a little faggot in own backyard!"
"We need to teach him a lesson," Jason said, stomping towards the staircase. His brothers followed, Kyle only taking a detour to get the big whip which hung on the back-wall of the kitchen.
"Make sure he never forgets this!" John yelled after his sons, voice still shaking with rage.
It had been a few hours since his sons had gone up to the kid's room and dragged Ethan to basement. John sat in the living room, listening to the heartbroken screams of pains coming from somewhere below him, and enjoyed it immensely. It had been loud and continuous in the beginning, but after a few hours went by, it had fallen silent, except for occasional cries of pain. The only loud noise in the house was from two kids, Aiden and Jenna, banging against the door upstairs, demanding to be let out and for Ethan to be left alone. But even their voices had become hoarse from screaming.
John sat up when he heard manic laughter of his sons and decided to finally go down to the basement.
When he poked his head into the room, he saw Ethan lying on the floor, naked, blood seeping from multiple wounds. His head was splattered with blood; his body bore deep, bloodied lashes of the whip. He stiffened when he realised that Jason was fixing his pants. All three brothers had their shirts off.
"Jason! What the hell did you do?" John asked, not out of concern for Ethan but the fact that he would be answerable to child services if this got reported.
Jason grinned, his eye blazing as he answered, "We fucked the fag right out of him!"
John looked down at Ethan lying unconscious on the ground. Then he strode forward picked up Ethan roughly, grabbing his arm in one hand, the other hand clutching the boy's hair. He then proceeded to drag the boy out of the room, up the stair and to the baorded room. He opened the door and dumped the boy inside, satisfactorily registering the look of complete horror on the faces of the other two children.
They ran towards the fallen boy, his brother draping his arms around the beaten and broken torso, while the girl cradled his head in her lap.
"Oh my God! What did you do?" she screeched. Aiden was crying, trying to shake his brother awake.
John nonchalantly tossed them a basic first aid kit.
"Make sure he doesn't die, it'll be a lot of paperwork," he said coldly before leaving the room.
Derek pulled out his nails from Walsh's neck and staggered across the room. He did not pay deed to the urgent inquires Stiles made. In his mind, the horrific images had taken a toll. He somehow managed to get himself to the sink and vomited.
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