Writer's Note: Chapter 7 is up. Once again, sorry for the super long wait. Graduated not too long ago, I have a little bit more free time now to work on this story and hopefully finish it soon. Trying to get back in my Teen Wolf mood , especially with the new season coming in a couple of weeks. But let me know what you think, still trying to work out my kinks so go easy. Haha. Enjoy.
Chapter 7: Encounters
"What would they want with Peter of all people?" Lydia asked as she walked into the school with Scott and Isaac.
"That's what Deaton and Stiles' dad are trying to figure out. We're having a meeting right after 4th Period at the Veterinarian Office." Scott answered.
"Maybe the Necro guy taking Peter isn't such a bad thing." Issac said as Scott and Lydia stopped and gave him the look.
"Just saying." Issac finished.
"Either way we have to get him back, even though he probably deserves-"
"Probably?" Lydia said as she interrupted Scott's sentence.
"Ok, he deserves the worst, but he still helped us out on many occasions." Scott confirmed.
"Those were all on his terms and he usually got something out of those times he "helped"." Isaac reminded.
Scott sighed, "Look, I know Peter has a bad rep sheet, but we still need his knowledge, and weather you or me like it or not, he's apart of the Pack."
The bell rung. The three looked at each other and dispersed to their classes.
Stiles was in class, writing down notes. He was also contemplating on the current events. A Necromancer, undead friends and enemies, Peter's abduction (even though he didn't know if that was a good thing or a bad thing), and the overwhelming thought that things are going to get worse as they usually did.
Stiles just happened to look up through the window by the door, he saw someone looking at him. Female, black hoodie, face covers by long, sandy brown curly hair. The stranger realized that he saw him and moved quickly down the hall. Stiles reacted fast.
"Coach, I have to use the bathroom!" Stiles blurted out.
"STILINSKI!" Coach yelled, spit everywhere, "If you don't calm your bladder down that's an extra two laps during Lacrosse season! There's only 10 minutes left of class, it can wait."
Stiles gave him a frustrated look, he had to think fast.
"Ahh! My stomach!" Stiles yelled, "I think it was the breakfast this morning, Coach."
"Oh God, is today Special K Tuesday?" Coach asked with a shocked expression.
Everyone in the class nodded and in unison said "Yea."
"Go ahead Stilinski, you're gonna need those extra minutes, here." Coach said tossing Stiles a can of Air Freshener.
"Thanks!" Stiles said as he rushed out the door.
Stiles went in the direction that the girl went. He saw a shadow turn the corner, he followed. As he turned the corner, the door to the boys locker room was closing. Stiles stood there, contemplating on going in, he pulled out his phone and pushed the door open.
"Hello...is anyone in here?" Stiles asked, no sign of the figure he was following. Phone still in his hand.
There was shuffle behind Stiles, he turned quickly to see the hooded figure lashing at him, the figure grabbed Stiles by the neck and forcefully drove him into the ground. Stiles was pinned, Stiles quickly speed dialed Scott before the figure picked him up and drove him into the lockers, making it rock a little, Stiles grunting in pain. The figure looked down on Stiles and drove their foot into his chest to pin him down, then proceeded to pull back their hoodie.
Back in class, Scott's phone starts to vibrate in his pocket during the teacher's lecture. He pulls it out and see's that it's Stiles calling him. He knows Stiles wouldn't be calling during school if it wasn't an emergency. Scott places the phone on the desk and listens with his wolf hearing.
"What do you want..." Scott clearly heard Stiles ask.
"To send a message..." Scott heard the female voice and it sent chill down his spine, the expression on his face said it all.
He turned and looked at Kira, she knew something was wrong. They both raised their hands at the same time and in unison asked, "Can I go to the restroom!"
Stiles looked up upon his assailant. Shocked but not willing to show it as he was staring at the face of Alison Argent.
"What's your message..." Stiles asked, Alison's boot still in his chest.
"Tell the gang that they can't stop what's coming, and if they're smart, to either leave town or just stay out of our way." Alison responds.
Stiles looks up at her, trying not to tell her how much everybody has missed her, trying not to shed a tear because he gets to see a good friend again, but he stayed resilient.
"You know you may have her face, but I know the real Alison would never have hurt me like you just did." Stiles said.
Alison loosened up on his chest. "You know I would never intentionally hurt you Stiles. I can't control what I'm doing I-, Stiles you guys have to stop him please, he's trying to..."
"He's trying to what? Help us stop that maniac Alison please!" Stiles said, trying to convince he to switch sides.
Alison looked away, trying not to show Stiles the tear she was shedding when something snapped in her, her innocent look suddenly turned cold as she tightened up her boot against Stiles' neck now, suffocating him. Suddenly heard a noise at the door.
Stiles took the advantage of her looking away and pushed her off of him, and hauled himself to his locker. Alison looked toward him and started toward him but stopped quick as the door was opening to the locker room. Stiles elbowed his locker, causing it to open, and pulled out his baseball bat.
Stiles looked around, and Alison was out of sight. Stiles walked slowly to the edge of the lockers to peek around, holding the bat tightly. As he looked around, he heard a noise behind him and swung fiercely around with the baseball bat, but was caught mid-swing by Scott, Kira right behind him.
Stiles sighed with relief as he put the bat beside him.
"You got my call...thank God." Stiles said.
"I did. Are you alright?" Scott asked.
"A little messed up physically, definitely mentally. But I'm fine...did you hear the other voice." Stiles asked.
Scott looked at him, almost afraid to admit it, "I did..."
The bell rung.
"We have to go." Kira said.
Back at the Deaton's office, Derek, Malia, and Isaac were trying to put the pieces to a puzzle together.
"What would they want with Peter in the first place?" Isaac started.
Derek was contemplating on possibilities.
"If they just wanted a beta, they had to chance to get me, I was the closest and was already unconscious." Malia said.
"They probably needed him for information." Derek said, leaning forward.
"We have Sheriff following any lead he can." Deaton interjected.
"What we need to worry about is where would a Necromancer have a hideout." Isaac explained, leaning back on his chair.
"Somewhere close to dead bodies I assume, a morgue, a cemetery, somewhere where he can easily get his hands on some dead bodies whenever needed." Deaton suggested.
"Well then, we'll need to get started looking for local morgues and cemeteries, we need a map of Beacon Hills." Malia said.
Derek got up and grabbed his jacket.
"Where are you going?" Isaac asked?
"I was never good at investigation work, I'm more of a hands on person. I'll drive around and see what I can-"
"Sniff out?" Isaac said, Derek giving him a serious look, Malia chuckling.
"Call me if you need anything." Derek said as he left through the door.
Back at an undisclosed location, Peter is still unconscious, tied up in chains when he is violently punched in the face, waking him up.
"OW!" He says as he lifts his head, groggy.
"Time to wake up maggot." Ennis says.
Peter looks around, seeing a very grim place full of familiar faces, almost like a dungeon, then looks at his arms as they are shackled to the wall, along with his ankles.
"How do I always get myself into these situations." Peter asks himself.
"Ahhh, Peter Hale." Came a voice from beyond. It was Anon, dressed in an all black suit who was slowly approaching Peter.
"A pleasure to finally meet you, face-to-face." Anon said calmly.
"I wish I could say the feeling was mutual." Peter said as he looked up at Ennis.
"Sorry about the rude awakening and hospitality, I may have control over my summonings, but they do still retain a bit of their personalities from before they died so excuse them." Anon explained.
"Well thank you, now that that's done, what do you want with a handsome wolf such as myself?" Peter says with a smirk.
"All in due time, your use will be fulfilled soon enough. But in the mean time, make yourself comfortable." Anon says. The far back door opens, revealing Alison who walks up beside Anon, Peter with an unsurprised expression.
"Did you give them the message my dear?" Anon asks.
"Yes my lord. I'm sure Stiles relayed it to Scott and Scott will surely come looking around." Alison answers.
"Good." Anon replies.
"Didn't you die already? Just couldn't stay away from Isaac could you? Or is it Scott? Maybe both, sad how you was leading Isaac on but really still loved Scott, Isaac was so hurt, still is actually, and-"
Alison knees Peter in the balls, Peter grunting in pain slowly heads toward the floor but the chains keep him up. Anon and Ennis looking amused.
"I liked you better dead." Peter says in pain.
Before she could walk away, she stopped mid-step, paralyzed as Anon's control restricted her from moving. Everyone was looking at them, including Peter. Anon steps toward her with his hand open, showing that's how he stopped her.
"By the way, if you ever try a stunt like that again, almost telling them my plans, I will take away your conscience completely and you will be nothing but a walking corpse, a killing machine doing my every desire and I will let you run rampant on your friends, making you spill the blood of your loved ones. Do you understand?"
Alison could not move, but Anon let's off enough for her to nod. Anon released his hold on her.
"Jennifer, Matt, start the preparations, we won't have long." Anon says as Jennifer and Matt head toward the exit along with Alison right behind.
"Preparations for what? What do you want in Beacon Hills!" Peter yells, catching Anon's attention.
Anon turns around, "Completely darkness over this town."
Post Writer's Note: For you Naruto fans out there, I'm roughly basing Anon's Necromancy after the Summoning: Impure World Reincarnation or Reanimation Jutsu, hence Alison's whole attitude change with Stiles. So keep that in mind.
