Chapter 7: Unleashed
Scott was with Deaton at the animal clinic as they were treating a new patient, a sick dog brought in from a student Scott had seen around school a few times. Kyle, he was sure his name was. Scott was trying to calm the dog by rubbing the spot between his ears while Deaton prepared a syringe.
"That's not going to hurt him, is it?" Kyle asked as he eyed the needle in Deaton's hand.
"Just a little," he said nonchalantly. "But I usually find that it's the owner that feel the most pain," he said as he injected the serum into the dog and Kyle cringed at it. He then pulled it out. "There. All done. We'll just check the stool sample for parasites but my guess is that he just ate something that he shouldn't have."
Scott then took his dog from the table and rested him on the floor next to Kyle's feet. Scott petted the dog and noticed the tag that read: Bullet. "Hey, cool name."
"He's got two brothers at home named Barret and Trigger. Military family," Kyle shrugged. Scott kept petting him and Bullet was completely submissive. "Looks like he knows who the Alpha is," he joked.
That made Scott look up quickly at him but Kyle just smiled at him and realized that he was just making a harmless joke. Scott just smiled back. "Yeah."
But Deaton wasn't smiling. He was eyeing Scott with a calculating gaze. He has had certain hunches relating to Scott after he first learned that he was bitten and lately, they've been getting to be a lot more than simple hunches.
"Let's go buddy." Kyle took his dog out of the clinic and they headed for his car but Bullet didn't want to get in. Kyle leaned down. "Okay, this usually happens before we go to the vet," he joked. But Bullet then ran off. "Hey!" he said as he ran after him. He ran to the back alley behind the clinic but didn't see any sign of his dog. "Bullet?" he tried calling out. "C'mere Bullet. Here Bullet." He kept walking until he heard a sound by a dumpster and then bent down to see his dog's eyes reflecting some light as it huddled under there, staring back at him. "There you are. Come on Bullet." But he wasn't moving so Kyle tried to reach in for him. But then he felt a sharp pain and pulled his hand back. "Son of a bitch! Did you just bite me?" But then he looked over a bit farther away and saw that Bullet was standing out there.
He looked back down to see what it was that bit him. He kept hearing a faint whisper saying 'Closer. Come closer' and he moved his hand for it again. Bullet started barking and soon Kyle gave a scream as the shape moved in on him.
Scott was analyzing the sample from Bullet when his nose twitched. He took a closer look and noticed something odd. "I found something," he said to Deaton.
"Rinse it off," Deaton said bringing him some water.
Scott did and it looked like a brownish speck. "What is that?"
Deaton held it to the light. "Definitely poisonous," he said as he quickly recognized it. "For the dog, and actually for you as well."
"But that's not wolfsbane…right?'
Deaton shook his head. "No. It's mistletoe."
"You say that it can poison werewolves?"
"Yes. On some levels it can be even more lethal than wolfsbane. Your friend Stiles was lucky that he only seemed to have a small amount of it in his body."
Scott's eyes nearly popped. "What?"
"Yes, when you were all here with Isaac and Stiles had that gagging spell and had to relieve himself in my wastebasket, I noticed some traces of mistletoe. The experience must've shocked his system into healing itself of it by expelling it out of him."
So that's what had happened. Come to think of it, Scott had seen something like that before when Derek had been trying to cough out the wolfsbane in him when he had been shot with the bullet. "How could he have been poisoned by it?"
Deaton shook his head. "I'm afraid I don't have the answer to that."
Scott went to go and clean his hands when he heard the sound of a dog frantically barking just outside. He checked it out and saw Bullet running right for him. But, there was no sign of Kyle anywhere.
Jennifer Blake was walking to her classroom to get her day started but was still a little freaked out by what had happened and was a little jumpy at every little sound. She quickly moved for her room and then shut the door. When she turned around, she let out a shriek when she saw Derek Hale standing there calmly watching her. She reached over to grab the nearest thing which happened to be a pointer stick.
"What do you want?" she asked keeping her eyes on him. "To threaten me? Tell me that no one's going to believe me? Try to scare me? Kill me?" she muttered out.
Derek kept his calm poise through all of it. He took a step forward. "I was going to see if you were okay."
She cast a look down. "Physically or Emotionally? Though I guess that I pre-disposed I was emotionally okay before any of this, at least according to my therapist," she coughed out a little amusingly before she caught herself from rambling more. "It's been debatable for some time," she added more calmly.
That actually made Derek smile a bit before he moved a little closer to her but she took another step back and tightened her hold on the stick. He went to take it from her. "I think you're going to be okay," he said to her softly.
Ms. Blake stared back at him with a small smile. "Obviously you never taught high school. In twenty minutes I have to start two dozen teenagers on The Crucible. And I honestly have no idea on what I'm gonna say."
"Well, why don't you start that its an allegory for McCarthyism?" he suggested.
She narrowed her eyes. "Is that a subtle way of suggesting that I shouldn't say anything, because I won't." Derek moved closer and saw that she was still a little nervous so he went and handed the stick back to her. She smiled gratefully and he moved to leave. "Who are you?" she asked before he could.
"Derek," he said.
"Jennifer," she said back to him.
Derek then stepped out and calmly closed the door behind him.
Scott was telling Stiles about what happened at the clinic while they were getting ready in the locker room.
"I looked everywhere," he said to him. "It's like he just walked away. Left his car, his dog."
Stiles nodded. "Okay. Was he like, could he have been a virgin maybe? Did he look like a virgin? You know, was he virginal?"
Scott shook his head and rolled his eyes. "No. Definitely not. Deaton makes me have sex with all of his clients. It's a new policy," he finished with a laugh. One that Stiles wasn't sharing in as he stared back at him sour faced. That sobered Scott up. "No, I don't know if he was virgin. And, why are you talking like he's already dead. He's just missing."
"Missing and presumed dead Scott. Really? After all this time and that hasn't sunk in yet. Why? Because he's probably a virgin. And you know who else is a virgin, me!" he said pointing furiously to himself. "I'm a virgin and you know what that means? That means that my lack of sexual experience is now literally a threat to my life, okay?!" he said starting to ramble. "I need to have sex! Like right now! Someone needs to have sex with me, like today! Okay, someone needs to sex me right now!" he finished slamming his locker shut.
"Alright, I'll do it," Danny said from behind him making Stiles jump.
"What?!" Stiles shrieked at him.
"Come around my place at 9. Plan to spend the night, I like to cuddle."
Stiles shared a look with Scott and narrowed his eyes as they sensed Danny was trying not to laugh. "Oh, that's so sweet. You're kidding right?"
"Yes, I'm kidding!" Danny burst out. He then walked out chuckling to himself.
"You know, you don't toy with a guy's emotions like that Danny! It's not very attractive," he said after him.
Scott and Stiles then caught a familiar scent and looked over at the door to see Isaac moving into the locker room. Coach went and intercepted him.
"Mr. Lahey, so good to have you back. Not happy that you're late!" he muttered as he walked on passed him.
"Sorry Coach," he sent back at him as he went for his locker.
Coach then took the center of the room. "I'll remind you all that cross country is not optional for lacrosse players!" he spat out. "I don't need you turning into a bunch of fat asses in the off season!" He then stopped when he saw that Danny and Isaac were anything but 'fat asses'. "So, work on that," he finished lamely.
Isaac was on the trail, tying his shoelaces when a certain scent hit him. The same one from the night that he had been chased on the back of the motorcycle. He then looked to see the twins Aiden and Ethan smirking down at him before they broke into a run when the whistle blew.
Isaac moved to run after them but Scott grabbed him.
"It's them," Isaac gasped out.
"Yeah, I know. You can't." But Isaac broke free from his grip and ran after them. "Isaac!" he yelled out.
Stiles was in the lineup but stopped running as he heard Scott's panicked shout. As he did, Isaac zoomed on passed him. Scott pointed him out and they both ran off in the direction he was heading.
Isaac ran passed everyone and noticed that the twins were running off the trail and he pursued them. The twins noticed that he was following after him and then broke off into a faster run. Isaac came up onto a hill but didn't see any sign of them. He started to frantically look around but couldn't find a trace of the twins until one of them slammed into him from behind and sent him rolling off into a ditch where they both moved to grab him by the arms and forced him up onto his knees, unable to move.
"Ethan?" Aiden said as he pulled on Isaac's hair to force his head back. "I always forget, how many bones are in the human body?"
Ethan smiled at his brother. "I don't know. Let's count."
But he was then given a good punch to the jaw by Scott.
"That's one," Scott shrugged at them.
Aiden let Isaac go and stood up to attack Scott when he was then grabbed from behind and thrown off until he landed on his back. He looked up to see Stiles' face smirking at him.
"I'm curious. Is it true what they say about twins feeling each other's pain? Because if it is then this is really going to hurt," he said with a small grin.
Ethan moved to snap his jaw back into alignment. "Oh, you have no idea," he growled lowly at them.
Immediately, every single one of them brought out their claws and let out a small growl and were prepared to start fighting when a scream rang out. For a moment, they thought that someone stumbled on all of them but they heard more people shouting and saw that it was happening a little aways from them. Stiles gave the air a sniff and his eyes widened at the smell of blood. He immediately took off and ran for that direction and Scott was right behind him. Isaac took a look at the two of them running off and looked back at the twins. He bit the inside of his cheek and then let a small human like growl out before he ran to follow after them. Stiles was on the scene first and saw that there was a body tied to a tree by his neck, just like he had heard Emily's body had been when his dad had found it. Scott nearly bumped into Stiles as he stopped to take a look at the body too and Isaac came up behind them and gasped too.
"That's him, isn't it?" Stiles asked Scott before looking at him.
Scott nodded. Yeah, that was Kyle.
It wasn't too long before the Sheriff had come when the call was made and he immediately started pushing people away.
"Hey, get out of the way! Everyone get back!" he shouted out at everyone before turning to his deputy. "Get this area quartered off before they trample every piece of evidence."
His deputy moved to begin clearing up space. "Back up! Everyone back!"
"Get these kids out of here!" the Sheriff yelled out.
Stiles moved over to his dad and grabbed him by the shoulder. "Dad, come here. Look," he said before pointing over at the body, specifically at the neck and the back of his head. "It's the same as the others, see?" Stiles' nose twitched and he took in a few sniffs as he picked up a familiar scent on the body.
"Yeah, I see that," his father gasped out at him. The Sheriff, again, was thrown with the fact that again Stiles was on another one of these scenes. Even though it was clear that he didn't find the body this time, it looked like Stiles was still in the thick of it. And he couldn't help but wonder why Stiles had sniffed the air like that. But he couldn't start on thinking more on how his son was involved with another of these bizarre murder and homicide cases. "Do me a favor, go back to school, yeah?" Stiles just stared after him a bit before he looked over at Scott and Isaac who just stared blankly back at them. The Sheriff looked over at Finstock. "Coach, give us a hand here?"
Coach then glared at everyone. "You heard the man! Nothing to see here! Probably some homeless kid!"
Scott moved over to him. "Coach, he was a senior."
That made Coach run his hand over his mouth. "Uh, he wasn't on the team, was he?" That made everyone just give him a look.
But the tense silence was broken by a new scream as a girl started running over for the body in tears but was stopped by the deputy. As Scott, Stiles and Isaac started to move, they threw a look over at the twins who were staring at the body tensely themselves.
"You see the way the twins were looking at the body?" Isaac asked.
"Yeah, like they had no idea what happened?" said Stiles.
"Nah, they knew," Isaac said resolutely.
But Stiles narrowed his eyes at him. "The kid was strangled with a garrote, alright? Head bashed in and throat cut to boot. Am I the only one recognizing the lack of werewolfitood in these murders?"
"Oh and you think it's a coincidence that they turn up and people start dying?" Isaac rounded on him.
"No I don't, but it's not them," Stiles said back to him. "If you would just think clearly for a second you might've noticed the smell of surprise that came off of them when they saw the kid. Or the fact that the body didn't have any trace of their scent on it."
"That doesn't prove that they didn't do it," Isaac argued.
"Oh, and what would the Alphas need to be sacrificing virgins for? Then there's the flowers." Stiles then looked at Scott. "It was there, did you notice? That same scent that was on the other bodies. The same flowery smell."
"Mistletoe," Scott said.
Stiles' eyes widened. "What?"
"The flower. It's mistletoe. Kyle brought in his dog because it was sick and Deaton found out that it had eaten some mistletoe and I noticed that it had the same exact scent from the bodies. It's also what you coughed up the night we were at Deaton's with Isaac."
Stiles started to sputter uncontrollably. "And, you wait until now to tell me all that?!"
Isaac rolled his eyes. "You gotta be kidding me. Scott, don't tell me you're actually buying into any of this?"
Scott looked over at Isaac and seemed to be shrinking a bit. "Well," he started.
Stiles folded his arms and focused his narrowed eyes on his best friend. "Well what?"
Scott looked back over at him. "Uh…well, he does have a point. I mean, seriously Stiles, human sacrifices?"
Stiles was taken aback. "Scott, one year ago our eyes didn't turn into yellow glowsticks. Hair grows out from our cheeks and immediately disappears. And if I were to magically bring out my claws and stab them into you then you would magically start to heal and you're telling me that you are having trouble grasping human sacrifices?"
Scott let out a small puff of air and looked over at Isaac. "He has a good point too."
But Isaac shook his head. "You know what, I don't care. Okay, they killed that kid. They killed the girl that saved me. They killed Erica. And I'm going to kill them," he finished resolutely. Isaac tried to leave but Stiles went and brought his arm out and stopped him. "Let me through Stiles," he said lowly at him.
But Stiles didn't move a muscle and just glared at him. "I get that you're angry Isaac."
"No, you don't. You don't get any of this!" Isaac spat at him.
Stiles breathed hard from his nose and then grabbed Isaac and pushed him into a tree. Scott moved to put his hand on his friend's shoulder but saw that Stiles was only holding Isaac to the tree as he gave Isaac a glare. The golden glow from Stiles' eyes made Scott freeze in his tracks. Stiles kept that look at Isaac who wasn't even trying to pull himself free but was glaring back at him.
"Now listen here Isaac. You think I don't get any of this! I do. All of it is infuriating. It's painful. And it feels downright personal. Am I getting warm?" he sarcastically asked him. Isaac just kept eye contact with Stiles through his glare. "You know how I know? Because you better believe that's how I feel. Okay, don't think that you're the only one that lost people to all of this. I was powerless to save a girl too. I've known her since we were toddlers and I couldn't save her. I had to see her corpse on a metal slab with her throat cut and head bashed in. So yeah, you better believe I get it. And as for Erica, she didn't belong to just you, Derek and Boyd. She was one of us and her death hit all of us."
Isaac's glare softened a bit and he stared back at Stiles like someone died in front of him. "Obviously it didn't hit you hard enough. Not if you two are just going to stand back and do nothing."
Stiles then let him go and Isaac moved to straighten himself out and then stomped off to distance himself from them.
Scott then moved to stand by him. "You know that he's going to go after them the first chance he gets, right?" he asked Stiles as they watched Isaac's retreating back.
"Yeah," Stiles sighed. "But let's hope he can restrain himself until we know more. You better pay a close watch on him today."
Scott turned to look at Stiles with his eyes narrowed in confusion. "Why? What are you going to do?"
"I have to look into something." Stiles then took off in the direction of the school himself.
Scott was left there staring now at his friend's retreating back.
Over in the library, Allison was looking up and down a bookcase looking for something to help her on an assignment and plucked one from the shelf. She started to move for the front desk but ducked back behind the case as she noticed Stiles over at the library's computer station. He looked to be printing something online before he quickly moved for his pockets and took out his phone. She thought that he looked frantic and wondered what he was up to.
Stiles went and texted Scott's mom as he asked her to look up something for him while he printed up the pages he found on ritual sacrifices and the uses of mistletoe in them too. He found many references to the Celts. He went to the printer and took out a paper that had a few symbols on them. Symbols that he had seen before. He gathered up the rest of the information he found and jammed it into his bag and went to move when he saw Allison approaching him.
"Hey," she said as she calmly walked up to him. Stiles just stayed quiet as he moved to close out of the computer. Allison pushed down a wave of annoyance to hit her and cleared her throat. "What are you doing?" she said to try and stay civil.
"Stuff," he answered as soon as he was done closing his session.
"For school or…other things?"
"Stuff," he said simply as he went to grab his bag and put a strap over his shoulder.
Stiles spared her a look for a second before he headed out of the library. Stiles moved into a staircase and started to head down when the door behind him opened and Allison called out his name causing him to freeze in mid-step.
"Stiles, could you wait a second?" she said to him. "I wanted to talk to you."
Stiles spared her an annoyed look. "You want to talk Allison? Well, then you can start by not trying to pretend that we're friends. We're not friends Allison and we never were, even before. You were Lydia's friend and Scott's girlfriend and I was crushing on Lydia and was Scott's best friend but you and I weren't and never will be. So don't act as if you're trying to make us friends again, okay?"
She pushed down the wave of hurt that he gave her when he said that. "Stiles, I'm just trying to apologize," she managed to get out.
That made Stiles' eyes widen and look back up at Allison on the top of the landing. "Apologize?"
Allison nodded as she slowly walked down to be at his level. "Yeah, about…everything."
"Everything?" he repeated.
"Yeah, I wanted to say sorry, about what happened to you," she said softly as she gazed at him. "I know everything. About how you and Derek were only trying to save his life."
But Stiles narrowed his eyes at her as he stared her down. "Yeah, I know. Scott told me about what happened at the vault," he said angrily. "So, now that you know the truth, it makes a difference? Suddenly, you nearly killing Derek and shooting me and taking me and Boyd and Erica to get tortured and bleed out in your basement was wrong when before it would've been okay?"
"No," she cried out indignantly. She couldn't believe Stiles said that.
Stiles rolled his eyes. "Yeah right."
"Stiles, I'm sorry, okay!" she cried out. "I'm sorry. Listen to my heart if it makes you need proof. I'm sorry!"
Stiles still glared at her. "Yeah, I can hear it and I can tell that you are sorry Allison. I'm just wondering what you are sorry about. Are you sorry for what you did to us or are just sorry for why you did it?"
Allison narrowed her eyes at him. "What is that supposed to mean?"
"It means that four months ago you used Boyd and Erica for target practice, made Isaac into your pincushion, tried to take Derek's head off, shot me full of poison before capturing me and made my father go through a suspenseful hell and the person that you quickly went and apologized to was Scott? To the only one that you weren't trying to hurt and kill? Sounds like you are only sorry for Scott and not for any of us. If Scott hadn't finally told you, would you be standing here trying to apologize at all? You certainly didn't seem so apologetic about doing any of it just the other day with Derek and me," he angrily spat at her.
Allison gripped her right hand into a small fist but she loosened it and took a deep breath. "You and Derek attacked my mother and she had to kill herself. What was I supposed to think?" she calmly said to defend herself.
"Not that we attacked for nothing," Stiles said in their defense. "I for one told you that if anything happened then I would answer it. You saw that I answered, you should've guessed that it was over something serious. I'm sure that you weren't so blind that you didn't have some idea of how much of a psycho your mother was? Given the rest of your crazy family, you shouldn't have been so surprised." A very loud smack sounded after that as Allison went and slapped Stiles across the face with a hard look on her face. Stiles could've stopped her but he let it happen. He hardly reacted to it. "Is that how you normally apologize to people?" he asked her sarcastically as she glared back at him.
"You don't know anything about my family," she spat at him.
"Oh, I know more than enough and so does Scott. He may not want to see it because of you so I have to see it for him. You all are dangerous. Your murdering grandfather, your homicidal aunt, your trigger happy father and your psycho mother. Scott went up close and personal with all of them. And then there's you. Now, Scott may want to try and believe the psychosis skipped over you but it's painfully clear that it didn't. He only heard about what you did, he didn't see it or feel it for himself. I did. That look on your face when you hunted and hurt the others, slowly shooting arrows into them...I won't ever be forgetting it," he promised her. He sometimes had some nightmares where it was him that Allison was shooting up with arrows. All while wearing that hard but pleasured gleam in her eyes as she shot and hunted him just for the mere pleasure of seeing and hearing his pain just as she did to Erica and Boyd that night. It gave him chills just thinking about it. He was about to take off but stopped and turned to point his finger at her. "Let me give you one friendly piece of advice: Stay away from Scott. He's finally getting his act back together and learning to accept being a werewolf and that was because you weren't around. The last thing he needs is to go down that slope again. So, if you really do care about Scott and want to help him like you say you do, stay away. And stay away from me too while you're at it."
Stiles then moved to head down the next landing of stairs and slammed the door open hard as he left the staircase, leaving Allison glaring at the spot he just vacated.
Cora was working hard in the loft, pushing herself into a vigorous sweat. Her brother Derek was watching her with both concern and annoyance as he watched her force herself into doing quick and strenuous pull ups on a metal bar.
"Stop," he suddenly said at her when she let out a gasp. "You're not done healing."
Cora dropped down and spared him a small look. "Yeah, well I'm done lying around." She then went to begin doing some pushups.
"Then sit," Derek said not losing an inch.
"Are you going to help me go after them?" she asked before beginning her pushups. Derek went over and kicked at her hand in order to make her drop to the ground and stop her from pushing her body more. Cora grit her teeth and moved to try and clobber him but Derek blocked every single blow easily but didn't strike back at her. "Come on, fight back!" she spat at him. He grabbed at her wrists and she pulled away from him. "I came back for this?!" she said angrily. "I can't believe that I got my ass thrown in a vault for three months for you. All those rumors I heard, a powerful new Alpha, one of the Hales, building a pack. Do you know how long I waited to hear something like that? Do you have any idea how it felt like to hear that you were alive?!"
Derek lowered his gaze. He had an idea about how it felt like. After all, he was happy to see that his little sister was alive after all this time. And he was happy to see her look like she could somewhat take care of herself. Though it seemed that he was not giving her the same happiness in return. "Sorry to disappoint you," he muttered.
But then a loud buzzer went out and the two Hales looked over at the flashing red light.
"What's that?" Cora asked.
"Trouble," Derek grimly answered.
And it was followed by the door being slid open and Ennis from the Alpha Pack standing on the other side of it. He glared his red eyes at them and bared his teeth. Cora growled in kind.
"Wait!" Derek shouted at her.
But Cora ignored him and ran for Ennis to attack. But Ennis easily grabbed Cora by the neck and slammed her down to the ground. He looked over at Derek and smirked at him. "Ready for a rematch?" he asked mockingly.
Derek moved to try and help Cora but looked up as he noticed Kali step inside. She ran for him and tried to strike at him with her clawed feet. Derek quickly blocked her kick and flipped her away from him but she gracefully landed on her feet. She reached for the pole that Cora was using before and ripped it off the wall. She twirled it at Derek and slammed him across the face and forced him to the ground. She then went and thrust it right through his back and nailed him to the ground. Derek howled in pain and Cora squealed in fright at the sight of her hurt brother.
"Is everyone done?" Deucalion slowly moved on in, tapping his stick in front of him as he calmly entered. "Because just listening to that was exhausting." He moved over until he was directly in front of Derek before disassembling bent down in front of him. "So, let's chat," he said with a smile at him.
Ms. Morrell was beginning a pronunciation exercise in her French class as she walked down the middle but stopped when she noticed that Allison was lying with her head on the desk, sleeping.
She folded her arms. "Mademoiselle?" she said calmly. "Mademoiselle Argent?" she asked again.
"Allison!"
At that Allison's eyes shot open and she sat up but she gasped as she saw her mother glaring at her. Her eyes blazing and expression merciless. She then blinked and the image was gone and replaced by Ms. Morrell. Allison guessed that her recent revelations about her mother, as well as Stiles' spat on her, was starting to weigh in on her mind.
"Sorry," she said to her when she asked if she was still with them in French to the amusement of everyone else.
But then the bell rang and everyone started to head out but Morrell went and sat down in front of her. "You're starting to concern me Allison. Maybe we should have a chat in the guidance office sometime?"
Allison gave her a mild glare. "Or maybe you should tell me what you were doing in the bank the other night?"
Morrell narrowed her eyes at her. "Maybe you should tell me what you were doing there?" she countered. When Allison looked away, she loosened up. "Looks like we have a situation here. Tell you what, give me the French word that is the same in English and you could avoid lunch time detention."
"Uh-" Allison was drawing a blank.
"Impasse," Morrell answered for her. She then walked off leaving Allison staring sternly after her.
Over in Harris' class he began a lecture on Inertia vs. Momentum.
"Alright," he said to them. "Since Inertia is a subject that you all know plenty, why don't we start with Momentum?" He looked over and picked Danny. "Danny, what do we know about Momentum?"
"Uh, it's a product of mass and velocity. The massive something is then the faster its going," he answered.
As he was talking, Scott was sitting behind Isaac who was glaring on ahead and was purposely trying to ignore him as he tried to reason with him.
"They're here for a reason," Scott muttered to him. "Okay, please give us a chance to figure it out before you do anything? Okay? Isaac?"
Isaac couldn't stand any more of this talk of waiting and doing nothing so he interrupted the class. "Mr. Harris, could I use the bathroom please?"
Harris gave him the okay and Isaac left. Scott couldn't just let Isaac go. He had to watch and get through to him so he stood up also.
"I have to go to the bathroom too," he said.
But Harris stopped him. "One at a time," he told him sternly.
"But I really have to go," Scott said quickly. "Like medical emergency have to go." He even shook a bit to help his case.
But Harris was unyielding. "Mr. McCall if your bladder suddenly exploded and urine began to pour from every orifice, I would respond one at a time. Was that enough hyperbole for you or would you like for me to come up with something more vivid?"
Scott exhaled in defeat. "No, no that's…pretty good," he said going back to his seat.
Isaac closed the door behind him and headed off to try and cool himself down but stopped when he noticed that the twins were right there outside the classroom. They looked ready for a fight and Isaac was eager to give them one. However, he was taken aback when Aiden went and punched his brother Ethan right across the face. Ethan got up and smiled over at Isaac before he turned back to his brother and received another strike across the face. Aiden kept beating him and Ethan kept getting up for more with a smile on his face. Isaac just stood there and wondered just what the heck they were doing as Ethan was thrown off to land by Isaac's feet. Ethan's feet banged against the lockers and it drew Mr. Harris to look outside.
"What's going on out here?" Harris asked them.
Everyone started to look to see what was going on and Isaac saw that Aiden was disappearing down the hall and out of sight.
Danny moved for Ethan and helped him up. "What happened?"
Ethan just shook his head in Isaac's direction. "He just attacked me," he muttered out.
Harris gave Isaac a stern look. "Isaac, what did you do?"
Scott looked down at Ethan and saw a glimmer of a smile on his face as everyone looked at Isaac accusingly. He knew that Isaac didn't do anything.
Harris gave Isaac lunch time detention as punishment for hurting another student. Isaac stomped off and Scott moved to follow after him.
"Don't let it bother you," he said to Isaac calmly. "It's just lunch time detention. If all they want right now is to piss you off then don't give in. They're just trying to get to you."
Isaac made it to his locker but stopped when he noticed something on the other side of the hall. "It's not just me."
Scott then looked over and saw that Aiden was over with Lydia by her locker and focused his hearing to listen in on what they were saying.
"What about tonight?" Aiden asked.
"Nope," Lydia said before closing her locker. "Studying."
"I could help you," Aiden responded quickly.
Lydia folded her arms at him. "Do you have an IQ higher than 170?"
Aiden's smile widened a bit. "Okay, you could help me. Tonight then?"
Lydia gave him a look before she smiled and gave him an affirming tap on his chest. Aiden watched her go off before he looked over and noticed that Scott and Isaac were watching him. He just sent a smirk their way and walked off.
Scott picked up a change in Isaac's scent. "What?" he said to him.
"Now they're getting to you," Isaac smirked at him.
Stiles had cut Harris' class to head for the hospital to see if the theory behind what he read online was true or not. He snuck in and found the room where his father was talking to Kyle's girlfriend Ashley and tried to listen in on them. However, he saw that the talks were over and Ashley was moving to leave the room. Stiles moved to sit in a chair beside the room and calmly watched as Ashley stepped out.
"Wait right here, okay?" the deputy asked her and Ashley tearfully nodded.
When the deputy went back inside, Stiles moved in. "Uh, hey Ashley," he said to her gently. "Hi, could I talk to you for just one second? Sorry," he said as he moved her a bit away from the room. "I just need to ask you something really quick and it's going to sound really, unbelievably insensitive so I apologize in advance." Ashley looked at him and he braced himself. "Um, was Kyle a virgin?"
"What?" Ashley asked him a little gobsmacked.
"Kyle, was he a virgin or did you guys, you know-"
But then Ashley went and gave Stiles a good slap across the face. Given that he was slapped already once today he kept his composure, mostly.
The deputy heard the slap and moved to take Ashley away but the girl stopped and looked back at him. "No, he wasn't a virgin," she said softly before she was escorted out.
The sheriff came out of the room too and looked from his son, to the girl and back to his son with a heated gaze. "Have you completely lost your mind?" Stiles just avoided looking his dad in the eye. "I've got four murders Stiles!" he hounded on him before pointing back into the room he left. "You see those men in there. That's the FBI. They're pulling together a task force to help because it looks like we've got a full blown serial killer on our hands. Do you get that?"
"Yes dad, I get that," Stiles hissed out.
"Then what are you doing?" he asked.
"Stiles," Stiles and his dad looked over to see Melissa standing off to the side. "Can I talk to you for a minute?"
Stiles looked back over at his dad. "Trying to find the pattern," he answered before he moved over to Melissa. "Yeah?"
"Follow me," she told him as she led him away.
The Sheriff looked over at the feds in the room to the corridor that Melissa had led his son down. He moved to the doorframe and gave it a knock. "Listen, I have to check on something for a minute, I'll be right back," he told them before he moved off to follow after them. He knew that Stiles was connected to this somehow and he had to learn what before his son ended up in who knew what kind of trouble. He noticed that they moved for one of the file rooms. He moved for the door and could just hear their voices from inside.
"You found what I asked?" Stiles asked her eagerly.
"Yes," she huffed. "And it wasn't easy. Okay, I looked at the finished autopsy reports on the first three bodies and you were right. All three of the victims had strong quantities of mistletoe in their system though the reports say that none of them died from poisoning."
"So, it was done to them after they died then?"
"Yeah," Melissa sighed. "It's looking like that."
"And Kyle is sure to have mistletoe in his system too," said Stiles. "I could smell it from when we found the body on the trail. That means that whoever killed the first three killed him."
"Do you know who or what did? Is it those people that Scott told me about? Those Alphas?"
"The Alpha Pack, and no, I don't think so," Stiles said absentmindedly. "Two of them were with us when the body was found and they seemed just as surprised as we are. My gut says that they're not doing this but I think they still could be connected to it all somehow."
"Connected to what?" she asked him in almost a whisper. "You just said that you don't think those others are involved. Are you sure that there is no chance that this isn't your kind of problem and it really is just a normal homicidal lunatic?"
"I'm afraid that would be wishful thinking. These aren't murders. They're sacrifices. I looked up ritual sacrifices online and saw some references to mistletoe being stuffed into the offerings. At first, I thought it was just all virgin sacrifices but this new one, Kyle, wasn't a virgin so it looks like there's more to it than that. But what?"
"You're asking me? I'm still half lost on you guys as it's been months since I found about all of this so I'm the wrong person to ask."
"No…but I think I know where to find the right person to ask," Stiles said resolutely.
"Right but find and ask after school Stiles," she told him sternly. "You don't want to give yourself more trouble on top of everything else. Not like Scott did."
Stiles let out a deep breath. "Okay."
"And Stiles, maybe you should also think about telling your father about what's really going on?"
"No, we can't." He quickly said. "Everything is hard enough on him as it is. The last thing he needs is to be thinking about all of this too."
"Stiles, take it from me as a parent, he already can tell that something is going on with you. He's going to find out eventually. Better that he hears it from you then it jumping right into his face like with what happened to me."
"Yeah, well that time isn't anywhere near now," Stiles said before he moved and opened the door.
Stiles came out of the room and headed off for the main entrance of the hospital and Melissa saw him out. Around the corner, the Sheriff watched the two of them with lost but calculating eyes.
