Jackson
A month has passed since I got away from Peter. I told my parents and the police that I was kidnapped by a crazy man, chained and forced to dig holes for three months. They bought it and the officers have still been scanning the woods to find the guy.
It's great having control of my body most of the time. The only thing is that me being in love with Chrissy and her being my Kanima master has made me extra sensitive. All she has to do is have a bad dream and I'm up, changing and flying to her house. Yes, I have wings now.
So much has changed since I came back. For one, the Argents, Deatons and Derek's pack is working together to find Peter, trap him, and kill him once and for all. The bad part is that Peter is smart so it'll have to be something he'd never think of.
"Well… if it takes up to a year for Peter to gain his strength back completely then he'll either wait another six month to start killing us or he'll try to pick off the weakest again. I say we put out a decoy." Said Isaac
Everybody looked to Chrissy. She looked up from her bowl of ice cream.
"Me? Why do I have to be the decoy?" she asked.
"You're the weakest." Said Derek
"I'm not! What about Stiles and Lydia… they are human too!"
"They aren't on his radar." said Mr. Argent
"I don't want to risk my niece's life for this. She is the weakest…that means she won't be able to protect herself whether he's got his full strength or not."
"I'm not weak!" Chrissy yelled… storming out of the house.
I followed her. I heard Missy trying to get up to follow her too but Marcus and Derek told her Chrissy needed to cool off. When I got outside she was kicking rocks in the driveway and strutting around in little angry circles.
"They didn't mean any harm by it. You are the most vulnerable."
"I don't want to be the most vulnerable anymore! I don't know half of the stuff I need to know as a lycan advisor and potionist. I'm human too and I'm not a trained assassin. I'm surprised I'm not already dead."
"Don't talk like that."
"I just miss the days when everything was normal."
"Before you knew I was the Kanima?"
"No… when I knew but that's all there was to this madness… I'm just tired of living in fear Jackson."
Seeing her sad and scared let me know I needed to do something so I texted her a message that said pack a bag, grab some cash and I'll pick you up at midnight.
"You wanna run away with me?" she asked
"Yeah… we could make it together. Just us."
"What about school?"
"As soon as we find roots somewhere else we can go back."
"What if…what if we get arrested?"
"You will if you get caught." Said Lydia.
"Lydia. How long have you been standing there?" I asked.
"A few minutes. It's getting tense in there. So you're running away?"
"Yeah." Said Chrissy.
"Good luck. Here's two hundred bucks I keep for emergencies. I won't tell anyone."
"Thank Lydia!" said Chrissy as they hugged
Was my plan well thought through? No… not at all but it could have a good outcome. As soon as we turn eighteen we could get married and hopefully settle down in a small town like Beacon Hills that has no werewolves or hunters or lycan potionists or kanimas.
Chrissy went back into the house and it was just me and Lydia.
"At first I was jealous but now I'm glad you've finally found somebody who makes you
happy. I… there's something I need to give you. It belongs to you and it's been kind of lucky to me. Maybe it'll bring some luck back to you."
She handed me a necklace with my house key on it. I took it and placed it around my
neck.
"Thanks Lydia."
"Bye Jackson."
Chrissy
I waited until my parents were asleep and Missy was out with Derek looking for clues about Peter and I placed my goodbye letters on the kitchen table. Jackson was in front of the house so I grabbed my bag and I left. I was scared shitless. I had about a thousand dollars saved up from working at my uncle's vet shop and about five hundred saved from the odd jobs I did before moving to Beacon Hills.
I put my things into the trunk and I got into the car.
"Ready?" he asked.
"Yeah."
The ride was quiet. The radio wasn't on the town was sleeping. It was eerie, leaving it like this. I suppose leaving it while everyone was happy and busy wouldn't have been fitting though. I'll remember it this way…sleepy.
We stopped at a red light and as soon as it turned green we were hit by a truck on Jackson's side. I started to fade out but before I could I heard a voice say "well well well." It was Peter.
I woke up on a cold dirty floor. It was wet too. My head was spinning and my body felt like I was dying. My ribs hurt especially and I didn't even want to see my face. I hoped and prayed it wasn't another glass drowning box but with peter, I wouldn't be surprised if it were.
I stood up and tried to walk. The motion light came on and I saw that my leg was chained to the floor. I also saw that Jackson was unconscious across from me.
"Jackson! Jackson!"
I called his name and he roused slowly.
"Chrissy?"
"Jackson…Peter's got us again! You have to do something!"
"He can't… there's not use!"
"You sick son of a bitch! What'd you do to him?"
"Well…at first I offered him immunity but now I'm killing him. See… a Kanima is a mutated wolf and I've found the perfect combination and dosage of mountain ash and wolfs bane to kill him slowly. It's slowly seeping into his veins through that foot cuff and I get to watch…just like you Chrissy."
"No! No damn you! Jackson, please be strong okay?"
I tried to reach out and touch him but the length of the chain was deceptive. I was only almost able to touch him. So when he the black goop started to drip from his nose I couldn't help him. When he unconsciously groaned in pain I could only watch… at least I thought I could. There was a nail on the floor.
I stayed completely still and I let the motion lights go out then I got to work picking the lock. Well I tried but it wasn't the kind of lock to be picked so I tried something else. I chipped away at the edges around the place where the chain was screwed down to the floor.
The concrete wasn't easy to break. I just keep pushing and chipping and pushing and chipping. My hands stung at first by after the first hour I felt them start to bleed. I also heard Jackson choking. I knew there was nothing I could do. I couldn't reach him and turning on the motion light would only wise Peter up to my attempt at escaping.
I kept on chipping and pushing and I felt the panel loosen up a little. I knew it was time to try and pull the chain out. I only had one shot though. Once that motion light came on the Peter same me pulling the chain it'd be all over.
I slowly placed my foot to the wall and I wrapped the chain around my arm once and my fist once. Then I pulled against the damn thing with everything I had in me. It was shocked when the lock broke before the chain came up from the ground. It was rusty and old so I'm not surprised. I managed not to tumble too much to the motion light was still off.
The first house I ever lived in had onto and I used to play with it with Missy, if she was feeling well enough. We'd act like spies and pretend the motion detector was a laser. Then we'd move under it trying to make it stay off so that we could break and enter successfully. This was going to be a time like that except life really does depend upon it.
I took the nail with me as I slithered across the floor.
"Jackson." I whispered.
"Chrissy…"
"I love you okay. I'm going to save us."
I couldn't see but I could feel the cuff. I could also feel the little packets of poison that were taped to what I guess was a cut on his wrist. I took the pack off and placed it to the side. I was relieved when I felt that his was a normal cuff. I unlocked him and then I did something I should have done a long time ago. I wished Peter Hale dead. It was time to end this stupid game.
"Jackson are you okay?"
"I'm feeling stronger. How'd you…"
"Don't worry about it. I'm sorry I'm going to have to ask you to Kanima out and kill Peter."
"Don't worry about it."
"I love you okay. Tell me when you're ready."
After ten minutes he nudged me and kissed my cheek.
"Reel him in."
I crawled back to my original spot and I ran across to Jackson, acting as if I was just now freeing myself. Jackson pretended to still be unconscious.
"Stupid little girl." Said Peters over the speaker.
When he said that I gave Jackson the cue. He started to change and crawl the walls. I got my nail and my chains. I didn't know what good they'd do but I wasn't about to end this thing without getting in at least one good swipe at Peter.
I hunched over as if I was still trying to help Jackson. The rattling chains gave me the perfect sound effects.
"Stupid little Chrissy… the weakest, the youngest, the dumbest."
"Peter Hale, the most evil werewolf zombie in the game."
I got up swiftly and wrapped the chains around his neck. He struggled to get them off and while he did I put the rusty nail through his eye. He yanked out the nail and pulled off the chain then he slapped me hard with claws extended. He then picked me up and slammed me against the wall. The last thing I remember was kissing the concrete.
Jackson
I was fully Kanima and once again pushed to the backseat of my own body. This time I didn't mind though. Peter Hale wrecked my car, kidnapped me and sabotaged my relationship. I'm killing him.
The Kanima did its worst. Swiping and fighting. But Peter Hale was hard to fight. He was a fierce competitor even with only one functioning eye. There was a lot off tossing around, punches, throwing and slamming. It got nasty but the persistent creature didn't stop. It was like watching an action movie and feeling every single thing. If the monster wasn't fast healing I'd be dead by now.
It seemed like hours but I know it was only minutes. It seemed like no end was in sight until I remembered my new additions. I extended my wings. I wrapped him inside and he couldn't free himself. I dug my claws into his chest and he dug his claws into mine. We were going to kill each other. I'm willing to die to protect everyone else.
"Think about this. You'll die and I'll die but they'll be alive. You don't care about them. You only care about Chrissy. Let this go and I'll spare her."
"No." said the Kanima is his raspy voice that sounding like a true monster's compared to mine.
We both dug in deeper. I squeeze his heart and I felt him squeezing mine. We fell back at the same time except when I hit the ground I had his heart in my palm. He turned to dust and ashes and I lay there dying. He'd damaged my heart.
I dragged myself into the room where Chrissy was. She was on the floor partly unconscious.
"Chrissy." I whispered as I ran out of breathe.
"Jackson."
"I'm dying."
"Jackson…"
She extended her shaking, bloody hand toward me and I grabbed onto it as I faded out. At least there's comfort in the end.