Chapter 10: The Overlooked
AN: We're creeping closer and closer to the finale of Season 3A, and I've been planning some real treats for you, including a fulfillment of one of Jameson's life-long dreams.
~Carry On~
Jameson's Perspective:
"Derek?" Ms. Blake called out innocently like she just hadn't just been trying to kill Lydia, actually killed a teacher, and kidnapped the Sheriff. This bitch… is going down, "Derek, where are you?"
"Right here." Derek answered. Scott and I were hiding behind a wall, waiting for the right time to come out and confront her about…everything.
"Oh, thank God." I heard her reply, "Something happened at the recital. At the school. Okay, I need to tell you before you hear it, before you hear any of it from them."
"From who?"
"Scott, Stiles, the Winchester girl." I heard her say. See that's how you know someone is a part of the supernatural world, by the way they say my last name, and "They're going to tell you things. Things you can't believe. You have to trust me, okay? You trust me."
"What is it?"
"Promise you'll listen to me." She implored.
"I promise."
"They're already here, aren't they?" She said, dropping the innocent act. Scott and I emerged from behind the wall, "So, they told you it was me? That I'm the one taking people?"
"We told him you're the one killing people." Scott stated.
"Actually my exact words were, "Your crazy bitch girlfriend played you like a harp, and she's the one re-enacting Nightmare on Elm Street." I added. Scott gave me a look that clearly stated now was not the time. Ms. Blake let out a small laugh.
"Oh, that's right. I'm the big bad movie killer." She mocked, "Committing human sacrifices? What, cutting their throats? Yeah, I probably do it on my lunch hour. That way, I can get back to teaching high school English the rest of the day. That makes perfect sense."
"Hannibal Lector was a psychiatrist by day." I reminded her.
"This isn't some horror movie, Ms. Winchester, this is real life."
"You know how I can tell someone is from the supernatural world?" I asked her, "By the way they say my last name. With a sneer, contempt, a bit of fear, a hint of awe. And I think you hit all four criteria. So I'm going to only ask you this once, and then I'll play hardball. Where. Is. The. Sheriff?"
"How should I know?" She said trying for innocent again, "Derek, tell me you don't believe this."
Derek flicked his gaze to us, before looking back at Ms. Blake.
"Do you know what happened to Stiles' father?" he inquired.
"No," she pleaded for him to believe her.
"Ask her about how she almost killed Lydia." Scott said sternly.
"Lydia Martin? I don't know anything about that."
"What do you know?" Derek demanded to know.
"I know that these children, for whatever misguided reason, are filling your head with an absurd story." She made her case, "One they can't prove, by the way."
"What if we can?" Scott asked her holding up a container.
"What is that?"
"My boss told me it's a poison and a cure, which means you can use it, and it could be used against you."
"Mistletoe." She hissed. Scott smirk and threw the powder at her. It swirled around her, burning her to reveal her true form. She screeched loudly as she changed back and forth from the Darach to Ms. Blake. Once the dust settled so did her form, she became the mask she wore. Seeing she had been exposed she tried to run for it, but Derek caught her by her throat.
"Derek, wait, wait!" She cautioned him. He ignored her and unsheathed his claws, "You need me."
"What are you?" he gritted out.
"The only person who can save your sister. Call Peter. Call him!"
Reluctantly Derek complied. He got his phone out of his pocket, and dialed Peter and put it on speaker so all of us could hear.
"Derek?" Peter answered.
"How is she?" Derek inquired.
"It's not good." Peter told us over the speakerphone, "She's in and out of consciousness. She's vomiting up black blood along with one other alarming substance."
"Mistletoe." Derek said.
"How did you know that?"
Derek didn't answer his Uncle. He just hung up his phone and lowered his arm. With the hand he had around Ms. Blake's neck he just squeezed tighter.
"Derek." Scott cautioned before becoming more concerned, "Derek, what are you doing?"
"Her life, it's in my hands!" Ms. Blake wheezed. Derek didn't seem to like that because he began to lift her in the air by her neck. Okay, so as fun as it is to watch her suffer, now may be a good time to intervene. I pulled my gun out of my waistband and fired into the air. Surprised, Derek dropped the bitch, and she fell on her knees. And now all eyes were on me.
"Well, now that I have everyone's attention." I started, "Derek, we'll kill the bitch, and, no Scott, that's not up for discussion. But right now she had her uses. I need her to rescue the Sheriff and you, Derek, need her to save Cora. Once we do that, I give you permission to rip her throat out, with your teeth."
"Jame-."Scott protested.
"Scott, seriously I get it, you have reservation about killing, and that's great and all for human society, but not here, not in my world. To save people, I hunt things, and sometimes those things are too dangerous to be kept alive. I'm not going to let a vampire run around town drinking blood like water or let a demon whore who tricked someone in to letting Lucifer free live, and I'm definitely not going to leave a serial killing Darach go, so she can go to the next town and murder more people. Not everyone is like you, Scott. Once we end this, she dies."
"Okay." Scott said reluctantly. I knew he didn't mean it in the slightest, he would try to find a better way. He got lucky when he stopped Jackson and Gerard, but that won't be the case every time. Demons will continue to lie, there is no magical cure for vampirism and most aren't up for the animal diet, and even Druids saw the wisdom in permanently stopping the dark ones.
"Grab her and let's get to the hospital, and then we'll work on the Sheriff." I told Derek. He nodded and picked up Ms. Blake who was still trying to catch her breath. I followed after him with Scott on my heels.
~Carry On~
Scott's Perspective:
Jameson and I got in her car and tailed Derek and Ms. Blake to the hospital. Everything about this whole situation wasn't sitting right with me. First, what why do I feel like, even though we caught Ms. Blake she's still controlling the board? And second, was killing her the only way to end this? It wouldn't bring back anyone that had died? But what if Jameson was right, and she was too dangerous to me be let free like a vampire who has no control and doesn't want to have any either?
"Is Stiles still at the hospital?' Jameson breaking the dead air that had been between us since the loft. Stiles had wanted to come with us to prove that Ms. Blake was the Darach, but Jameson wouldn't let him. She threatened to trash his Jeep if he even tried to come. Stiles was pissed, but he couldn't smell the scent coming off Jameson. She was worried, and fear mixed in with it when Stiles said he was coming to Derek's with us. She didn't want him near the Darach.
"Yeah," I answered, "He said it's complete chaos though with everyone running around to get the patients out."
"Yeah, understandable. I don't like the look of this storm. I haven't see one this bad since…."
"Since?"
"Never mind. It's over now anyway." She said dismissing the subject, "Have you ever read a book series called Supernatural?"
I shook my head.
"You should read them. You'll probably find them…almost biographical. An extremely descriptive biography, but whatever. Anyway, Derek kind of reminds me of one of the main characters. He had zero luck with the ladies too, they either died or went evil on him. In a couple of the books there was demon named Ruby, she came to the guy as pretty girl, with this story how she wasn't like the other demons, how she still had her humanity. He bought it, and she promised to help him prepare to take down the biggest bad of them all, Lucifer. But it turns out she wasn't trying to keep the beast caged, but to set him free."
"How?"
"She tricked him into opening some seals, it's a long story. The point is, that we…I'm mean he knew she was a demon, he knew what her kind were and did, and he still was manipulated by her. And now we have Ms. Blake. She's a really good actress, so good she wasn't even on Stiles' radar, and you know he has an eye for evil. We know she's a Darach, we know she's going to try to screw us over and escape, we know all of this. Yet even with eyes wide open, I still feel like we're being manipulated."
"Yeah, I got that too. Like she's still controlling the game."
"If it wasn't for the Sheriff, I would have let Derek kill her."
"I know." I said, "What happened to the demon and the guy from the books?"
"The guy's little sister took a demon knife and stabbed Ruby in the gut, she would have gone for the heart but she wasn't sure the bitch had one." Jameson answered smugly. Wait, isn't that what she said early how she didn't let the demon lived that helped free Lucifer? Is she talking about something that happened to her and her brothers? "I just really don't like this."
"Me either."
Jameson sighed and drummed her fingers against the steering wheel.
"So Supernatural, that's the name of the series?"
Jameson smirked.
"Yeah, they're pretty interesting." She said like she was laughing at a joke only she understood. By this time we made it to the hospital. Derek had parked near the entrance and Jameson pulled in alongside his SUV. I go to get out of the car, but Jameson grabs my arm to stop me.
"We need a plan." She said, "For when she screws us over."
"I don't exactly know how to plan for that."
"I know, just try to think a couple moves ahead." Jameson said. I nodded.
"Stay close." I told her. She nodded back and got out of the car. Seeing us get out, Derek got out too and grabbed Ms. Blake. Keeping a firm grip on her arm, Derek pulled her through the rain into the hospital. Jameson and I kept up, taking up the rear. Stiles met us at the door, holding a wooden bat against his leg.
"What the hell are you doing with that?" Jameson asked when she saw him,
"You got a gun, they have claws, and I have a bat." He answered. Jameson rolled her eyes before shaking off the rain.
"Let's go." Derek barked at us. He tugged sharply on Ms. Blake's arm and forced her to walk down the hall. Stiles motioned to Jameson with his head, as if to say "after you." Jameson listened and made sure to place herself between Stiles and the Darach at every point.
"Scott! Scott!"
I turned and saw my mom jogging towards me.
"What are you doing here?" she asked, "The hospital's evacuating."
"We're here for Cora." I explained.
"What, all of you?" she wondered, "Why does Stiles have my bat?"
"Mom, just trust me on this. You need to get out of here. Right now."
She looked warily over at Derek and Jameson, before turning her attention back to me.
"The building is supposed to be clear in 30 minutes. We've got two ambulances that are coming back." She informed me, "One's 10 minutes out, the other's 20. Cora needs to be on one of those. They'll be picking up in the basement garage."
"Got it."
"Okay."
Free to go, I turned back to the others and continued on to Cora's room. We got on the elevator, and Stiles pushed the number for the floor she was on.
"You don't have to keep me on a leash, Derek." Ms. Blake said trying to shake loose, "I'm going to help."
Derek stood impassively, and she turned to the rest of us. Seeing she was going to get no supporters, she rolled her head back in frustration. The elevator arrived on the floor, and the doors slid open. Derek once again took the lead with Ms. Blake in tow. Cora's room was just a few doors down from the elevator, but when we got there, no one was in the room. There was just a pool of black vomit. However when I looked closer, I noticed a trail of black blood from Cora's bed to the hall.
"Derek." I said getting his attention and indicating the trail with my head. We both followed it with our eyes to the heavy doors at the end of the ward. We heard fighting and groans coming from behind it before Peter came soaring through the doors. He slid across the floor and stopped at Derek's feet.
"We have a problem," He said breathlessly, "A big problem."
His warning was confirmed by a loud roar, we looked down the hall and saw Ethan and Aiden's Voltron Wolf ready to fight.
"Finally." Jameson said. She stepped around our group with two guns out, "I would tell you boys I'm not going to enjoy this, but we both know that would be a lie. So eat it, you sons of bitches."
She fired at them, sending bullets flying at them. They burned against the skin of the large wolf. He hissed.
"Go!" She said, "I got this."
She started for them, itching for a good fight. Ethan and Aiden roared at her, and she only smirked. They ran at her and slashed at her. She jumped out of the way and put another bullet in the right shoulder.
"Where's Cora?" Stiles asked Peter. Peter pointed past the fighting to where Cora was laying on the ground, "Great. Come on."
Stiles urged Peter up and they headed to the fighting. I turned to Derek. He nodded at me and the pair of us rushed the Voltron Wolf. The bullets were starting to fall out of his body as it healed and his strikes against Jameson were getting stronger, faster. She barely managed to the dodge the one coming at her, just before Derek and I came flying at him sending the merged twins to the ground.
"Ethan, Aiden, stop!" I yelled at them, "You don't know what you're doing."
"All we want is her." They responded before flinging Derek and I off of them. I hit the wall with a resounding thunk.
"Wait!" I heard Jameson say though it was distorted from my head hitting the wall, "Fine, you want her, you got her. But I need to know where she's got Stiles' dad, okay? We make her talk and then you can slash her throat."
The twins growled but it wasn't threatening, more resigned. I think they were agreeing. I looked up as things become clearer again, and saw them nod. Jameson breathed a sigh of relief. But then the boys picked up their head like they heard something and looked down the hall. I followed their line of sight, and saw Ms. Blake through the closing doors of the elevator.
"She's getting away." The twins growled, before charging down the hall.
"Ethan!" Jameson called after them, "Aiden! We had a deal!"
When they didn't stop Jameson took after them disappearing around the corner towards the stairs like they did.
~Carry On~
Isaac's Perspective:
Jameson asked me to stick around the school after we uncovered the identity of the Darach. She said to stay with Lydia and to listen in on police about the recent sacrifice and if they were aware that their Sheriff was missing. But that was an hour ago and now she's not answering my call or my texts, and either were Scott and Derek. I see Allison coming down the hallway, maybe she's heard from Scott.
"I can't get a hold of anyone." I told her.
"Yeah, me either." She replied, "I texted Scott and Stiles about half an hour ago and they haven't answered."
"What about Lydia?" I asked her, "Jameson might have…"
"No, Lydia hasn't gotten anything either."
I huff in frustration.
"Well, how is Lydia?"
"She's got bruising on her neck." Allison told me, "They're taking her to a hospital downtown because Beacon Memorial is being evacuated."
"The storm's that bad?'
"It will be. And I overhead an EMT saying the backup generators might be too old to last if the power goes out."
"Beacon Memorial…That's where Cora is, right?"
"I'm taking the two of you home." Mr. Argent said coming up to us.
"No," I argued, "I have to get to the hospital. I can't leave Cora there with just Peter."
I started down the hall. I really had no idea how I was going to get to Beacon Memorial besides just running there, I just knew I had to get there.
"Isaac." Mr. Argent called after me, I stopped and faced him, "I'll drive."
I nod to accept the ride just as the power goes out. Great, now I'm in the dark. This day just keeps getting better.
~Carry On~
Jameson's Perspective:
Once Voltron Wolf and I made it to the lower level of the hospital, the boys split in two. The main power had gone out on us in the stairway, and we were left by the dim light powered by the generator. It gave the hospital an eerie and ominous feeling.
"You hesitated" Aiden snapped at Ethan.
"I pulled back. There's a difference." Ethan shot back.
"And Jameson doesn't care." I spoke up.
Aiden growled.
"Why were you protecting her?" Aiden demanded, getting in my face.
"Watch yourself, dog." I warned, "Like I said earlier, she has the Sheriff. I want him back. She lives until I get him and then you can chew up like a chew toy.
"I thought Scott didn't kill."
"He doesn't," I said, and before he could blink I unsheathed my knife and held against his throat, "But I do."
"Whoa, whoa, easy!" Ethan exclaimed. Aiden held up his hand stopping his brother and smirked down at me.
"Now I see why Deucalion wants you so bad."
"You don't know anything." I spat pushing him away from me. Aiden touched his neck where the edge of the blade had cut him slightly.
"So enlighten me," Aiden said wiping away some of the blood from his healing cut.
"Let's just say I'm the last of my kind." I said putting my knife back in my jacket, "So where's the bitch?"
Aiden and Ethan sniffed the air.
"She's here, but I can' tell where. Aiden?" Ethan asked.
"I don't think she's on this floor anymore."
"Do you think she doubled back?" I asked.
"I don't know." Ethan said.
"Tune in upstairs," I said, "She's got a thing for Alpha Douche, and I'm assuming you're not the only ones here?"
The boys shook her head.
"So she'll probably want his protection to get out of here." I theorized. Ethan nodded and cocked his head, a sign that he was listening for her.
"She's with them." Ethan said. Aiden growled in response, "She says she'll heal Cora and give them Stilinski once she's safe."
"Damn it!" I said punching the wall.
"What?" Aiden asked.
"She's stalling, she's not going to give us anything."
"So what do we do?" Ethan asked. I open my mouth to answer, but the static crackle of the loud speaker catches my attention.
"Um, can I have your attention?" Ms. Melissa's voice came over the speaker, "Mr. Deucalion. Excuse me, just Deucalion, requests you bring the woman calling herself Jennifer Blake to the E.R. reception. Do this, and everyone can leave. You have 10 minutes."
I turned on the twins giving them the darkest glare I could muster.
"Did you know about this?" I said lowly.
"No," Ethan promised. I nodded stiffly. I went for my hair and pulled it up into a high ponytail. I slipped the hair tie down from my wrist to wrap around my hair.
"Get the bitch." I ordered, "Do not take her to Deucalion, until you find out where Stilinski is."
"Who says we'll listen to you?" Aiden asked.
"You'll listen to me, because if you don't…I shoot you in the dick. I liked to see if that grows back." I threatened. Aiden took a step back, "Get the information on Stilinski!"
I turned on my heel and stalked down the long hallway.
"Where are you going?" Ethan asked.
I stopped and looked over my shoulder.
"Me? I'm going to war."
~Carry On~
Isaac's Perspective:
Argent pulled up right to the front door of Beacon Memorial. I jumped out of car and raced to the door, and was surprised to see Jameson coming towards me. The moment the door opened I was flooded with one emotion…anger. Jameson Winchester was pissed. She didn't acknowledge me or the others and stalked past us into the rain.
"James!" I called after her. She didn't respond, "Jameson!"
Still nothing, she continued on to the trunk of her car.
"Winchester!" Argent yelled. She turned to the sound of her own last name. Lightning struck and illuminated the parking lot for a second, and I saw her eyes they had gone completely cold. "What's going on?"
"Deucalion." She answered before lifting up the trunk door. I sighed and jogged back out in the rain to Jameson's side.
"James." I said softly, "What's wrong?"
James shot me a look before digging into the trunk. She began setting aside her Winchester rifle, some ammo, throwing knives, and small bags of powders.
"James?" I tried again. She exhaled loudly.
"Deucalion's got Melissa." She answered, "And the Darach's got the Sheriff. And I'm doing things my way now. Here hold this."
She handed me a grenade and the powders she was holding.
"And what exactly are we doing?"
"We?"
"I like the Winchester way." I said over the rain. She smirked.
"We're going to kick ass, and maybe pull a Batman and dangle Ms. Blake from the roof."
"I like that plan."
She chuckled and pulled out a metal box. She opened up it up and pulled out a leather drawstring pouch. She open it and shook the contents into her waiting hand. A necklace dropped out, one I have seen her wear from time to time. She slipped it over her head, before closing up the box and shoving it back in its place.
"Alright, let's go shoot up Deucalion's ass with some wolfsbane."
I smirked, as she closed the trunk door. She adjusted the rifle against her back and made her way to the door of the hospital, where the Argents were still standing. She pulled a gun out of her waistband and tossed it to Allison.
"Remember who your friends are, Baby Argent." Jameson said before heading inside. Allison smiled to herself as she got a better grip on the gun.
"You might want to follow and take notes, Dad," Allison said sarcastically to her father, "you might learn something."
Chris and I give Allison a strange look before following her into the hospital. Chris jogged ahead and caught up with Jameson.
"What's the play?"
"The Alphas are here and the Darach is saying we don't get anything until she's safe," Jameson answered.
"Where are they?' he asked referring to Scott and the others.
"Second floor." She answered.
"Then why are we going this way, the elevators are that way."
"I have another target, but you guys go." She said pointing down the hall.
"So you can do what? Go against the Alphas yourself?" Mr. Argent demanded to know, "You can't just go off half-cocked."
"I'm beginning to think you've never really met my family Argent." Jameson stopped to face him, "Deucalion took a hostage, one that will make it very difficult for us to do our job and find out where Stilinski is. So, go, go find the others, and get her to talk. I don't care what you have to do whether it's getting her out of here, letting the twins torture her, or dangling her over the side of the building. Just find out where the Sheriff is! I'm going after Deucalion."
"Okay." Allison's dad said backing off. I walk over to her and start to hand her the stuff she gave me to hold.
"Keep it." She said, "You may need it. Just remember the purple pouch has wolfsbane in it and the other contains poppy powder. It's fast acting, so please for the love of all that is holy, do not, sniff it."
I nodded. She gave me a curt nod in return, and continues down the hall. After a few steps, she turns back to me.
"Tell Scott, I'm going to get her, and that I won't let anything happen to his Mom. I won't let him destroy another family."
"Will do."
Jameson Winchester went on without us, to go find her quarry. So glad that I'm not him right now.
~Carry On~
Jameson's Perspective:
There was a central nurse station in the middle of the first floor. I know that nurses and doctors make a lot of announcements from that location. Hopefully, that's where Deucalion and Melissa still were or at least I could find a trail to their next location.
I moved my Winchester rifle off my back and opened her up. I slipped the ammunition into the chamber, and readied the gun. This time I didn't plan on asking nicely or getting knocked out, I was going to get Melissa and take Deucalion out.
I finally made it to the central nurses' station, but there was nobody there. I went around the desk to investigate. The phone was off the hook and the speaker system was still on, so they were here at some point and time. Yet there was no indication of where they were going to next. I moved back out in front of the desk and crouch low looking footprints, with all the rain outside Deucalion had to have tracked some mud in. As I'm searching for clues the generator finally gives out, leaving the hospital shrouded in darkness.
"Shit!" I exclaimed. This must be Deucalion's play, that or Ms. Blake's, either way we need those lights back on. I went behind the desk and dug through the drawers, I found a flashlight in one of the bottom drawers. I remembered seeing a hospital floor plan back here earlier and go in search of it. I found it taped to the back of the desk behind a computer. I pull the map off, and look over it with the flash light. Ah, there it is, the power station is on the roof. Map, flashlight, and rifle in hand I head out from behind the desk to the east side of the hospital where the electrical box was.
~Carry On~
Scott's Perspective:
The twins had beaten the crap out of me and Peter, we were lucky to even get away from them using the laundry shoot. The shot of adrenalin Peter had taken, had gone dry and now Peter was out of commission. On top of that Derek was stuck in the elevator with the Darach and Kali was on their tail. The best thing to do now was to drop Peter off with Stiles and Cora, even as weak as he was, at least he stood a better chance than Cora or Stiles if one of the Alphas came at them again.
I helped/dragged Peter down to the parking garage where the ambulance was. I knocked on the window, causing Stiles to jump.
"Stiles. Stiles, open the door." I urged him.
"Oh, God." He said when he saw me holding up Peter, "Sorry."
He opened the doors and pushed them open. I backed away so not to get hit.
"Help me get him in."
Stiles held out his arms and helped pull Peter in while I pushed.
"Where's Derek and Jennifer?" Stiles asked once Peter was inside.
"I have to go back for them and my mom."
"What about Jay? Has anyone heard for her?" He asked panicky.
"I'll find her." I promised him.
"We have two other problems."
"What?"
"One, Kali's got the keys to this thing, and I just saw the twins, like, 30 seconds ago."
As if to confirm his point, I heard a loud banging noise not too far off.
"Stay here." I warned him. He nodded and closed up the ambulance as I headed back inside the hospital. I head down the darkened halls trying to find anyone. I turn left down one corridor and stop short when I catch the scent of someone. A beat later, Ethan and Aiden come out of nowhere and take a swing at me. I duck just in time, but can feel the wind off their swing above my hair. They roar and pick me up and throw me in to the wall and then bang me into the other one. They hold me high against the wall by my neck. They press down on the throat making it difficult to breathe.
"Where is she?" The Voltron Wolf growls, "We're trying not to hurt you."
"Try harder." I breathed out. They growl.
"Hey!" My mom yells. The twins drop me and turn towards her, "I'd like to try something."
She then took two handles of a defibrillator machine and pressed them against the Voltron Wolf's chest. The electricity ran through them and split the twin back in two. It left them unconscious yet they still twitched from the energy flowing through them.
"Sweetheart, get up!" She ordered, holding out her hand. I took it and she pulled me up, "Come on!"
~Carry On~
Jameson's Perspective:
There it was again that steady tapping sound. It echoed down the hall like a warning. I hung a right following the noise, and there he was. He took a deep breath.
"Ahh…Jameson." Deucalion exhaled. I growled and placed the map and flashlight on a nearby gurney.
"I hear you're not always blind," I said raising my rifle to aim at his heart, "Can you see me now?"
"So dramatic, another trait you must have gotten from the Winchester side."
"Says the man who let his bitch drive a pipe into Derek Hale."
"Touché."
"Where's Melissa?"
"She's safe. I let her go."
"You let her go?" I asked suspiciously. Did he let her go off a roof? Did he tell her to run and had Kali chase her down? Or did he really let her go?'
"Yes, she was my gesture of goodwill."
"Well then, I don't see any reason to keep you alive." I said putting my finger on the trigger. What happened next seemed to happen in a blink of an eye. A gurney came flying at me as I pulled the trigger. The gun went off as I was knocked down on the ground. The rolling bed had caught me underneath and pressed heavily on my legs.
Once the dust settles the tapping noise begins again and stops just a few feet away. The gurney is lifted off my legs, and set aside. Deucalion appears in my line of sight as he pushed the gurney back along the wall. He turns back a round and I try to scramble up, but the soreness in my legs prevent me from moving fast. He walks over and kicks my rifle away and crushes my fingers of my gun hand beneath his heel. I hear the distinct sound of breaking bones before pain shoots up my arm.
"Ahh…" I cry from behind gritted teeth.
"Well now that I have your attention. You Winchesters just seem to have such bad luck. From your broken fingers to that dreadful business surrounding the death of Mary Winchester. Pinned to the ceiling before bursting into flames, was it?" Deucalion asked, "And then your father died due to injuries sustained during a car accident. Can—"
"It was a soul deal, actually." I gritted out, as I scooted up into a sitting position, "He managed to scrape up just enough decency to do something right for a change."
"Oh, so you really were sorry to disappoint me about sharing traits with your father," Deucalion responded, sounding surprised. I glared at him.
"What of it?" I snapped.
"Nothing, it just a sign that you have some promise." Deucalion answered, "Anyway as I was saying your family's string of bad luck, now extends to your father's soul deal. And I can't tell you how many times I heard stories about one of the Winchester siblings dying only to show up a few months later. You lot seem very hard to kill, but I hear the last death in the family was pretty permanent."
Sam.
"Is there a point to this trip down memory lane?" I asked trying to change the subject.
"No," He replied.
"Is this where you threaten me, about how you're going to find out how many lives a Winchester actually has?" I asked at I used my good hand to pull me up to stand.
"No."
"Are you taking me hostage?" I asked.
"No."
"Can I go?"
"Yes." He replied. I looked at him suspiciously, but I couldn't sense a lie. I start to move away, testing him, "But if you'll leave you'll miss my pitch."
There it is.
"And what's that?"
"Join me, and I'll give you what you want most in the world."
"World Peace." I said smartly.
He chuckled.
"Look, Cousin Dukey, there is nothing you have that I want. I will never join you." I swore before walking away again.
"Not even if I could get you your brother."
I stop short, and turn towards him.
"What if I could free your brother Sam from his cage, without releasing the monster it was intended for?"
~Carry On~
Scott's Perspective:
"He just let me go, he said it was a gesture of goodwill," Mom told me, after I asked her how she got away from Deucalion, "No other reason."
"He had to have a reason." I told her, "I don't think he does anything without a reason."
"Well if that means I should continue to be profoundly terrified, then don't worry about it, I got that covered."
I hear the sound of a gun clicking, and stop my mom in the middle of the hallway. I pull her over to the wall, before creeping against it to see where the noise was coming from. I come around the corner and am met by a gun to my face. Yikes! I look around the barrel to see Mr. Argent along with Allison and Isaac. Mr. Argent sighed in relief and withdrew his gun.
"You found her." Isaac saying moving past Mr. Argent towards me.
"What?" I asked. How did he know she was missing?
"Jameson said Deucalion had your mom."
"Yeah, he did but he let her go. Wait, so you saw Jameson?"
"She was at the front door when he got here. She was getting weapons out of her car," He said holding up the pouches and grenade her was holding, "and then went to go look for your mom."
"When was this?"
"Maybe fifteen-twenty minutes ago." He said turning back to the Argents for confirmation. Mr. Chris nodded.
"About that." He agreed. I groaned. God only knows where she was now. I could only hope she didn't come across Deucalion.
"Where is everyone?" Allison asked.
"Stiles and Peter are with Cora in the parking garage in an ambulance, but Kali's got the keys. And Derek and Ms. Blake are stuck in an elevator, and she says she won't help us until we get her out of here and safe.
"Yeah, Jameson said as much when we came across her." Mr. Argent said.
"So what's the plan?" Isaac asked me.
~Carry On~
"So, there's no way to get the elevator moving again without turning the power back on." Isaac said as we gathered in one of the hospital rooms to plan our way out.
"But if we turn on the power, they're gonna hear the elevator moving, right?" Mom asked.
"And they'll be on Jennifer and Derek as soon as it stops." I agreed, "We can't get into a fight with them."
"You've got us now." Mr. Argent said.
"It's too much to risk. They want her dead, and is she dies, there's nothing we can do for Stiles' dad or Cora."
"I don't even think I know which teacher this is."
"She's…She's the one with brown hair." Isaac described her, "She's kind of hot."
We all look at him like he's nuts.
"No, it's…Just an observation." He backtracked.
"I've got an idea." Allison says.
~Carry On~
Allison's Perspective:
I told the others my plan to trick the Alphas and we all left to go to our marks. Once everyone was in place, I called Isaac, who was playing getaway driver.
"You ready?" I asked once his face appeared on the screen.
"Yeah," he said.
"You're not nervous, are you?"
"Do I look nervous?"
"No, not at all." I lied. Actually he looked terrified. I held the phone away for a moment so I could talk to my dad.
"Did he look nervous?" he asked
"Terrified." I answered.
"Yeah, I can still hear you, very, very clearly." Isaac said in an annoyed tone over the video chat. I made a sheepish face and faced Isaac again.
"Just go as soon as you see them, okay?"
"Yeah. Yeah, I got it." Isaac replied, "Hey, any sign of James?"
I shook my head. No one had been able to reach her. It was making everyone nervous, especially Scott and Isaac. They kept looking at their phones and over their shoulder hoping for her to appear.
"Hey, be careful." I told Isaac.
"You too." He replied. I then handed my father the phone and stuck my feet into Ms. Blake's high heels.
"You ready?" Dad asked. I nodded, "Go!"
I nodded again and took off down the hallway. I wasn't running for long before I could hear two sets of footsteps chasing after me. I led them outside of the hospital. I heard a giant crash and the sound of glass shattering. But I couldn't turn around to see what it was or it would shatter our deception. I pretended to trip at the end of the sidewalk, but only so I had an excuse to pick up my bow and arrow. I spun around, and saw the shocked faces of Kali and the twins. Using their surprise against them I fired off an arrow at Kali. She moved her head and caught it, but it went off like a flash bomb and blinded the twins. My father stepped out from behind the bushed and started firing bullets at them. And I shot arrow after arrow until they scattered and ran back into the hospital. As they ran away, I saw the hospital lights turn back on. We had done it. Let's just hope that everything else works out.
~Carry On~
Stiles' Perspective:
I saw Allison's Toyota pull up behind the ambulance and Isaac jumped out. Peter pushed open the doors.
"All right, come on, come on, come on!" Isaac hurried us. I picked Cora up and handed her to Peter who had already jumped out.
"Okay," he said taking her in his arms, "get the door!"
Isaac nodded and jumped in front of Peter to open the back door. I jumped out of the ambulance and went to close the door when a word on the patient forms by the door caught my attention. Signature: Parent or…Guardian.
"Stiles, let's go!" Isaac yelled. Parent or Guardian. I looked at the car and then at the entrance of the hospital. Parent or Guardian. I took off for the hospital, Melissa might still be in danger.
"Stiles!" Isaac yelled after me. I ignored him and charged into the hospital. I see Scott at the end of the hall at the elevator. There's a body lying on the ground. He takes a second to look at it before sprinting down the adjacent hallway.
"Scott!" I called out to stop him, "Scott, wait!"
I ran after him, slowing down by the elevator. It was Derek. Derek was the body, but that means…I spun on my heels and went down the corridor I saw Scott go down.
~Carry On~
Scott's Perspective:
"Mom!" I yelled as I burst onto the roof, "Mom!'
"They're gone." I heard Deucalion say. I looked towards his voice, to see him coming around some of the cages on the roof. A few seconds later Jameson appeared behind him.
"James!" I called out confused. She didn't look up. She just held her hand tightly to her chest and kept a steady gaze on her feet, "Wha-."
"Guardians, Scott." Deucalion broke in, "If you were with me, I could've told you what it meant. I could've warned you. Your friend Jameson has already seen the light, now let me help you, Scott. Let's help each other. You help me catch her and I'll help you get your mother and Stiles' father back."
Jameson looked up when he said that and met my gaze. She nodded. What? He killed her family? Not that long ago she wanted to kill him. What did he offer her? Was it Stiles' dad or something else? Jameson urged me again with her gaze. I found my feet moving towards them. She had to have a reason for wanting me to join them.
"Scott." Stiles said from behind me. I stopped and Jameson looked down again. "Jay? What's going on?"
"Walk away, Stiles." James said softly, "We don't have a choice."
"Don't have a choice? Bullshit!" He yelled at her, "No one can make a Winchester do anything, I've tried. What about my Dad? He wouldn't want this."
Jameson didn't reply and just looked back down on the ground.
"Scott, don't do this." He said trying a different tactic, "Don't go with him."
"I don't know what else to do." I told him.
"No, there's…Scott, there's got to be something else, okay? We always…We always have a plan B."
"Not this time." I tell him, tears welling up in my eyes at the sound of the brokenness in my friend.
"Scott." He tried again as I walked away.
"We're gonna find your dad." I said turning back to him, "I promise."
I continued towards Deucalion and Jameson. Deucalion began moving away, but Jameson stayed until I got closer. She held out her hand, her eyes pleading for me to understand. I took her hand in mine and she turned and followed after Deucalion.
"Scott! Jay!" Stiles begged. I faltered for a moment. James ran her thumb over mine and tugged me after her.
"Don't look back." I heard her whisper, and I didn't.
~Carry On~
Deucalion's Perspective:
"Are you really going to be able to give the Winchester brat what you promised?" Kali asked once returned back to the penthouse. Scott and Jameson were asleep in a guest room in the back of the house. Her tone implied she didn't believe I would be able to do it.
"Funny thing about the Winchesters, they never seem to stay dead. And if you put them in the box they find a way out." I told her.
"Meaning?"
"I will be able to deliver on my promise, because he's not in the cage. Sam Winchester is already free."
~Carry On~
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