Chapter 9
Scott's Hate
And Wakes
Disclaimer: Okay, so I'm moving a couple of things back for the purposes of this story. Such as the Eichen visit, the bonfire, and the final battle with the Assassins. And special thanks to the guest reviewer for their continued enjoyment of this here story! Reddick and Unger's names were also the other two names that helped unlock the second and third parts of the Deadpool.
January 24th, 2012 Hale House 6:24 AM
"So what you're telling me, is that I'm kind of… Supernatural being?" Asked one Deputy Jordan Parrish to Talia Hale that morning in the Hale mansion.
"Exactly, Mr. Parrish. Though what kind remains to be determined as a majority of members of the Supernatural are not easily able to survive being set on fire."
Though Talia had an idea or two of what he could be but she wanted to see how things played out first before giving voice to them. Jordan looked thoughtful for a moment before speaking. "Do you think whoever put me on the Deadpool somehow knew I'm some kind of Supernatural?" And if so, would he be able to find out from them what he is?
Provided of course they didn't try and kill him that is! "Its entirely possible. But seeking them out as you most likely are thinking of doing wouldn't be the most safest of ideas to try."
He winced at that and she merely smiled at him. "I would speak with the Argent-Yukimuras about this however. They have what is called a Bestiary that might be able to help you out."
"What… What's a Bestiary?"
"A book of knowledge on all the things the Argents have encountered over the years or have gained knowledge of in some way." Explained the Hale Alpha patiently.
Parrish nodded in understanding of this. "Right, uhh, thanks. I just wish I hadn't had to be set on fire to learn I'm… Different."
Talia gave him a sympathetic and sad smile. "Life can be unfortunately cruel at times."
"Yeah… True."
Melissa And Kali's Home Around 4:31 PM
"And I just… I keep hearin' her and seein' her you know? And it, it just makes me want somethin' strong to block her out." Muttered Scott from his cell during his therapy session with Marin Morrell.
Marin herself was sitting outside of it for safety reasons and gave him a concerned look. "Who is it you're hearing and seeing, Scott? Lenne?"
Scott shook his head. "N-No, not, not her. Cheryl. She keeps tryin' to get me to stop hurtin' myself with all the drugs and alcohol. But I know its not her. It CAN'T be her."
"And why is that?" Wondered the counselor gently.
"Cause… Ghosts ain't real. And even if they are… Why the Hell would she want to bother with my sorry ass?"
Marin thought over her response for a moment, knowing it would be critically important to his healing or perhaps damaging if she said the wrong thing. "As many things in this world exists, Scott, perhaps so do Ghosts. Maybe Cheryl is trying to reach out to you in order to help you find peace with yourself? And that alone is enough for her to wish to 'bother' with you?"
Scott stared up at her, his eyes bloodshot, his face pale and sweaty, his unnatural body shaky thanks to a lack of extra drugs and alcohol in his system. "But… Why not Lenne too? Is, is it cause she's a Demon?" He wondered, forgetting to use past tense in his wording.
Unfortunately, Marin had no answer to provide for the young man in that moment. But wished she did. It also didn't help that an unhappy Stiles Stilinksi would make an appearance down in the basement as well. "Stiles! Now is NOT the time!" She warned him.
But he didn't listen to her, instead, focused so on Scott himself. "Do you have any idea of what you've done!? Do you!?" He asked the hurting Werewolf angrily.
Who's eyes had flashed red at the pale teen. "No, but I do know you can FUCK OFF!" Growled out the young Alpha.
The response being one Stiles had completely found unexpected and took a step or two back. "Now that wasn't nice."
"I don't have to be nice to the likes of your murderin' sorry ass!" Hissed Scott as he tried to reach for Stiles.
"Stiles, perhaps its best you leave, okay?"
Deciding not to argue with the woman, the even more pale and shaky teenager made his leave from the basement. Leaving the two on their own again. "Quite the reaction to Stiles there, Scott."
A harrumph escaped the young and angry Alpha. "Considering he murdered Lenne? I'd say its warranted."
"But it wasn't him in the driver's seat, so to speak that did the deed. Nor was it even his face either for that matter." Pointed out Marin reasonably.
Scott snorted as he heavily sat down on the bed in the cell. "Still his fault either way. He got possessed and she ended up dead."
It may be necessary for the two boys to keep far apart from one another for the time being. At least until Scott has worked through his trauma and will be unlikely to try and harm Stiles afterwards.
"Are you perhaps placing blame on him because part of yourself feels at fault in some way for Lenne's death? And therefore, are trying to ignore that entirely?" She asked of the young man in front of her.
"No, I'm not. Now, get me a beer or somethin' stronger."
"I can't do that, Scott. It would be detrimental to your recovery."
He snarled at her. "Then fuck outta here, Doc." Marin didn't so much as flinch at the response.
"Oh, and while you're unhelpfully at it, tell Kira's bitch of a mother that I HATE HER!"
Beacon Hills' First Church Of Christ 7:02 PM
Ever since his arrival at the Church for the Wake, Jackson had been staring at the caskets of his adopted parents from a distance. Unwilling to step forward and take a look at them thanks to how he'd last seen them stuck in his mind. Irrationally fearing that they'd look exactly like that if he went up to their caskets. "I won't ask how you are doing as I know such a question is never wanted in times like these." Noshiko said as she quietly stood next to Jackson.
Whom said nothing as his jaw tightened. "Nor is times like these ever easy to witness, no matter how old you may be. But never the less, we are here for you, Jackson. Always."
Jackson looked at the centuries older woman for a moment. "Thanks." Was all he said and stepped forward to go up to the caskets of his adopted parents.
"Anytime, Jackson." Murmured Noshiko quietly as Chris stepped up next to her and took her hand in his.
Author's Notes: I figure that's a good place to end this chapter. And just what was Stiles going on about? Stay tuned to find out!
