So Kira (Arden Cho) will not be in season 6… (Side eyeing every person involved in making the show) I seriously hope I can write her out in a farewell that she deserves.
That would mean that Stiles is the only female character in the TNH series of the pack, which is fine. It just means that the McCall pack of this series is officially a sausage fest. Well, there's Hayden, but it's not the same.
Next update: May 6th!
Two nights earlier, Sheriff's deputies arrived at Beacon Hills High School and found eight large holes, dug up, in the middle of the athletic field.
While at the station, Sheriff Stilinski has drawn a red X through a picture of Tracy Stewart on the corkboard in his office, "Chimeras." He commented in disbelief while he began marking a picture of Lucas in a similar fashion.
"Two dead Chimeras." Micah pointed out to him as he and Stiles stood by the board with the Sheriff, "And eight new ones. So, that's 10 in all."
"I'm thinking maybe 11." The Sheriff told them as he added a picture of Donovan on the board with the others, "Our station tech guys confirmed something for me... They said, both the holding cell lock and cameras could have malfunctioned because of something electromagnetic." He recounted to Micah, "You said that, uh, these guys..."
"Dread Doctors." Micah told him.
Still not comprehending some of the things that they all have been learning, "Are we really calling them?" He looked over to Stiles, who simply nodded her head, "So they broke Donovan out?"
"It's how they got into Eichen, isn't it?" Micah questioned Stiles, he heard what had happened and probably a bit relieved in that fact that he hadn't gone.
Stiles gave another head nod, "Donovan's a Chimera." With that being said she walked away from the board completely.
"Yeah. But... Is he a failure like Lucas and Tracy?" Micah questioned, "If he is, he's probably dead." Micah moved to make an X on Donovan's picture, but the Sheriff takes away the writing utensil.
"Not until I've seen a body." The Sheriff explained to him. Micah gave a simple nodding motion in agreement and the Sheriff focused his attention on something else, "You're uncharacteristically quiet." Which had been true considering Stiles hadn't a single word since they had arrived to the station other than her previous statement.
The call-out on Stiles' behavior, snapped her out of her thoughts, "Yeah... Sorry, I'm, uh... I'm just trying to think about it." What she was truly thinking about was that night with Donovan again, but there was no way she was going to be admitting that out loud anytime soon, "Uh... These are all teenagers, right?" She theorized, "So, now shouldn't we be trying to figure out why these teenagers?" She questioned, trying to get her thoughts together, "If the Dread Doctors, if they went through all that... Burying them, killing them, breaking one of them out of jail... They couldn't have been chosen at random." An idea suddenly popped into her head, "They had to have something in common. Something that made them right for this experiment." She moved back to the photos and examined them, avoiding Donovan's mugshot, "Something that made them special."
Landon and Jordan were training together. Jordan demonstrated, posing himself in a defensive stance, "Arms up." Jordan instructed Landon, "This way you can block attacks to your face and your head while always keeping your eyes on your enemy."
Landon mimicked the stance.
"Ready?" Jordan questioned and Landon simply nodded his head in readiness. Jordan immediately took a swing towards Landon. Landon eyed the movement carefully and made an attempt to dodge the attack, while keeping his eye on Jordan.
It doesn't work due to the fact, that Landon was so focus on dodging just that one attack, Jordan was actually able to him aside with a counter act to the face.
Landon made a face of irritation at the outcome.
"It's all right." Jordan assured him, trying to change Landon's mood, "You're not going to be perfect after only a few tries."
Landon exhaled before readying himself, noticing Jordan's concerned manner, "I'm okay." Landon told him, "Let's keep going."
"You sure?" Jordan questioned, "Maybe we should stop after a few."
Landon dropped out of his stance, "Why?"
"I don't want to get your stitches to get un-stitched."
Landon removed his jacked and lifted up his shirt, "They're fine. See?" He looked down at the bandage himself, "No blood."
Jordan smirked as Landon's stubbornness as he removed his jacket as well, "Ready when you are." He egged at Landon.
Landon took a swing towards Jordan and they immediately continuing their sparring session.
While Landon was able to get a few blows on Jordan, Jordan did get the better of him as he wrapped Landon in his arms, when Landon tried to make another move on him.
"What did you do wrong?" Jordan asked him.
"Uh... I forgot to keep my arms up." Landon told him as he tried to catch his breath from their sparring.
"Right." Jordan told him, "But don't worry. Your muscles have memory." Jordan shared, "With enough practice, they'll remember for you." A moment between began to occur as they suddenly realize that they were in each other's arms. But neither one of them make a move to move.
Landon could feel a gentle squeeze on his arm. He looked at where he felt the sensation and the hand that was on his arm suddenly turned in the glove of one of the Dread Doctors. This triggered Landon in having a series of flashes where he was on the operating table with the Doctors working on him.
He jerked away suddenly alarming Jordan, "What's wrong?" He asked, noticing a disturbed expression developing on Landon's face, "What is it?"
"Muscle memory."
"So, basically, we're looking for abnormal behavior?" Theo asked Scott as they were watching students walk up and down the halls of Beacon Hills High School.
"Anyone acting a little off or a little weird." Scott explained to him.
"Isn't everyone a little weird in high school?"
"Yeah, good point."
Theo noticed that Scott was still holding on the Dread Doctors book, "You remember Tracy went on a killing spree after reading that?"
"You think it's a bad idea?"
"I think Micah speeding down the road into oncoming traffic could've been bad." Scott took this into consideration, "That's why you guys haven't finished it, right?"
"We're going to."
Theo signed with concern, "Scott, I came here hoping to find a pack." Theo reminded him, which was slightly true, "I wasn't planning on watching one fall apart." Now that part may or may not have been a lie.
"The book's all we've got." Scott shared.
But Theo continued his charade of actually wanting to help, "Then I'll read it too."
Scott, Stiles, Landon, Micah, Kira and Theo gather at Scott's house to read the book, "My mom's book club usually has more wine." Landon slightly joked as they were all gathered around the glass table that held the original book.
"Well, they also probably didn't read books that cause violent hallucinations." Stiles cracked back at him, earning a small smirk for Landon.
"That's why Micah's here." Scott told them.
"So none of us go speeding into traffic?" Stiles questioned with full on judgement.
"Or worse."
"Like what happened to Judy." Micah informed her, giving an unamused facial feature, but he noticed that all eyes were on him, "Chapter 14." He explained.
"Maybe I should have my mother read it." Landon sighed plopping himself on the couch, "She might remember a girl with a tail leaping off the ceiling and attacking everyone." Actually, Landon felt like his mother was more in denial if anything else.
"Yeah, if it works." Theo commented, trying to fit in with the others.
"It has to."
"What's that mean?" Kira seeing that Landon had a look of determination settling on his face.
"I think I saw them during my surgery." Landon confessed to the others, "When I look at the cover of the book..." He explained, gesturing at his photocopy of the book, "It's almost like..."
"A memory trying to surface." Micah answered knowingly with a serious expression.
"Yeah."
"Isn't that what Valack wanted when he wrote it?" Kira reminded them.
"If they did something to me," Landon said with a dead tone, "I want to know what it is."
Stiles was the last one to take her photocopy of the book settling between Landon and Theo and began reading:
It was her salvation.
As if she knew what Judy was thinking, Amy turned and hissed a challenge. Her jaw extended impossibly low, revealing rows of deadly fangs.
With a roar, Amy charged her friend. Judy swung the bat as hard as she could and connected with the side of Amy's head. The creature went down but was up again before Judy could react. In an instant the bat was out of her hands and clanging at her feet. Amy swiped her taloned hands ripping Judy's shirt and the skin beneath.
Judy cried out as she collapsed to the floor.
Before she knew it, Amy was on top of her, but not before Judy could get her foot up and under Amy's chest. Amy snarled and squirmed gnashing her teeth inches from Judy's face. With all of her might, Judy kicked as hard as she could sending Amy backwards against the concrete wall.
Amy righted herself, looked back to Judy and…
Crack! Judy smashed the bat across Amy's face. Amy hissed and…
…the floor and roll away. Her chest rose and fell again and again as she sucked air into her lungs. As the adrenaline began to wear off, Judy felt her eyes sting with tears. She looked away from the twisted remains of the creature that was once her friend as a wail escaped her lips.
With a labored step, Judy turned toward the open door at the end of the walkway. Blood pounded in her ears every step of the way like the droning of a great cloud of bees.
She pushed the door open until it clanged against the outside wall. Night air filled her lungs and for the first time in weeks Judy felt like everything was going to be all right.
She stepped outside into the darkness and ran like hell.
"Anyone feel anything yet?" Scott asked others, breaking Stiles stride in reading.
"Tired." Kira answered.
"Hungry." Stiles answered as well.
"I think he meant the book." Landon replied, even though he was feeling all those needs as well.
In the kitchen, Micah was pouring coffee for the others, while Stiles was trying to make a snack.
At some point, during the preparation, Micah noticed Stiles absentmindedly rubbing her shoulder, "What did you do to your shoulder?"
"What are you talking about?" Stiles questioned.
"I can smell the blood." Micah reminded her pointing at his nose, "And it's not that type of blood either so…"
Stiles doesn't hide the fact that she was taken back by the blunt statement, "First, remember when we've talked about unspoken rules?"
Micah gave her a minor shoulder shrug, "Yeah?"
"You being able to smell that type of blood is one of them."
"You still haven't answered my question."
"Jeep died on me again." She told him, knowing there was no way she was going worm her way out of Micah's question, "I went to check the engine, the hood fell on it."
Micah listened into Stiles' heartbeat as she explained what happened. However, Micah had a sense of doubt, resting on his face, "Is that why haven't you been talking to him?" He questioned, earning a wide-eyed Stiles looking back at him.
"I talked to him the other day." Stiles answered defensively, crossing her arms.
FLASHBACK
Stiles is laying on the bed inside the loft on her side. She stayed there after what happened with Donovan last night.
The sound of her phone buzzing wakes her up from her sleep. Instinctively, Stiles reaches for her phone, "What?" Stiles answers, thinking the others wondering where she is.
"You're late for school." Derek's voice answers instead.
Stiles immediately sits up in the bed, thinking he is actually the loft, only to realize that she is alone and has her phone to her ear, "I'm not feeling so hot." Stiles answers, once she sees that she is alone, "Taking a sick day."
"Maybe you do need a day off." Derek agrees easily, "Especially after with what happened last night."
"A day wouldn't be enough with this town." Stiles sighs.
A blanket of silence over them, "Is that why you removed it?"
Stiles knows what he is talking about, "That and I get this feeling things are going to get worse here." Stiles admits, "And if it does I don't need you to come back just because you can feel every emotion I have. The others are already monitoring me." Stiles shares, remembering her conversation with Scott, "While I can't do anything about them. I can do something about you."
"Regardless, if I can feel your emotions. I'd still come back, if I thought something was wrong." Derek tells her, "But I get it."
Stiles makes a small smile because while Derek had agreed on being less overprotective after she had gotten drugged at Eichen, that had proven difficult over the summer, "Thanks."
"Enjoy your day off."
"I'll try." Stiles assures him hanging up the phone.
She falls back first onto the mattress, staring at the ceiling a series of flashes from her fight with Donovan invade her mind. Lifting up her bare left hand, Stiles stares at the space where the ring should be.
She drops the hand to her side and sits back up observing her surroundings.
Just across from the bed, the couch is overturned. Just beside it lays pieces of the coffee table that came with it. Stiles gets up off the bed, ignoring the fact that it isn't beside the large window of the loft like it was last night, but instead in the middle of the loft.
END FLASHBACK
"That was a week ago." Micah stated knowingly, now turning concerned, "Did you guys get in a fight? Is that why you took it off?"
Stiles stared at her hand, "I don't want to him constantly worrying about me," Stiles repeated from the conversation with Derek, half telling the truth, "Now that we know there are these doctors, I don't want him to constantly feel what I'm feeling."
"It's you, Stiles." Micah said, gently placing a hand on the uninjured shoulder, "He's always going to worry."
"How much do you remember anyway?" Stiles asked curiously, "With the accident, did it play like a movie in your head or was it like being completely in it again?"
Micah hesitated for a moment, "In it."
"Was it just the crash?" Stiles wondered carefully, "Nothing else?"
The distant sound of the Desert Wolf firing her guns filled Micah's ears, "Nothing." He lied.
From his spot in the living room, Theo was listening in on their conversation.
Now on Scott's bed upstairs, Kira puts down her book, "You're not giving up, are you?" Scott asked as he took a seat next to her.
"Just resting my eyes." Kira answered, even though she started laying down on the bed, closing her eyes.
At Sinema, Hayden Romero was selling glow sticks. Which wouldn't be too bad if the patron in front of her wasn't complaining at the moment, "My glow stick broke."
She took the glow stick away from him, "No, it ran out of glow." She exhibited as she shook the stick, "They don't last forever."
"Can I have my money back?"
Hayden rolled her eyes and instead of giving him his money back, she gave him another one, "God, I hate all-ages night." She muttered to herself.
She had desperately wanted the night to be over, before it even began. She was making her round around the club when Liam arrived in her path, "Forty-three dollars." He told her, showing her the money.
"I said I don't want your money." Hayden told him, walking away.
"You said I owe you 200." Liam reminded her, following her.
"Liam, just forget it..." Hayden continued refusing. She doesn't get to fully use her refusal when the power around them, "Perfect."
While Hayden was annoyed at the situation, the patrons of the club were all pleased.
Hayden, once again, tried to leave Liam behind, but he followed her all the way to the fuse boxes that were located in a nearby room.
Flipping one of levers, "I gotta be honest, Liam. If you're trying to be a good guy, I really don't care." She told him as she started one another. The music that had been playing before started back up.
"I'm just trying to make up for the sixth grade."
"Nothing will make up for the sixth grade." She said pointedly, as she tried to flip the last one, but it wouldn't go down.
Liam placed his hand on hers and helped pushed it up, restoring the club back to full power. Hayden continued to give Liam a glare.
"You want to keep hating me?" Liam asked, "Go for it." He told her, but held out the money, "You said I owe you 200." He took a hold of one her hands and placed the cash in the palm, "So, it's 43 anymore."
This time Hayden does indeed take the money, but now turned the glare into a look of suspicion.
Everyone had fallen asleep while reading the book. Only Theo was still awake. He went up the stairs and could hear Kira speaking Japanese in her sleep.
Interested in what she was saying, he puts a record of it on his phone.
The next day at school, Scott made a speculation walking down the hall, "What if we need some kind of trigger?" Scott theorized with Stiles and Kira, "Wasn't Micah driving when he remembered the crash?"
"Yeah, but how are we supposed to trigger a memory that we don't remember?" Stiles pointed out to him.
"Maybe it's a delayed thing." Kira offered, "Maybe you have to wait a couple of hours to see what happens."
The lights in the hallways flickered around them, causing them to stop with Scott and Kira, looking right at Stiles.
"Oh you have got to be kidding me?" Stiles questioned the couple, realizing that they were accusing her for the reason as to why the lights have been flickering.
"You're not wearing the ring." Kira pointed out to her.
"Me not wearing it has nothing to do with my spark." Stiles counteracted, "All that happened because of what Kate had done to Derek." She reminded them.
"We still don't know what you can fully do yet." Scott also inputted.
"While that maybe," Stiles agreed, "I really hate to do this," Stiles said, before pointing a finger at Kira, "I wasn't the one who was blanketed with lightening at Eichen House." Kira gave an offended look, "Trust me, I know the effects that place has on unwilling people."
"It wasn't me." Kira answered, "I swear."
Both girls gave Scott pleading expressions and Scott was stuck as to how he should handle the situation.
Each of them both made a good argument. Stiles hadn't done anything dealing with electricity since Kate's meddling, but there was the fact that the spark could be unpredictable due to the doctors being in town.
And Kira? Well, Scott took in the fact she had almost off Lucas at the club. Not to mention, that he saw her aura growing bigger in size. And then there was the whole Eichen House incident.
"We keep an eye on each other today, okay?" Scott told them, weaseling his way out a potential trap.
"Yes, and keep an eye out for eight other potentially homicidal chimeras." Stiles agreed.
"And keep an eye out for the Dread Doctors." Kira included.
"Starting to see the appeal of a third eye." Stiles commented with a thoughtful expression.
Teaching her AP Biology class Mrs. Finch lectured, "So while introducing the African Cane Toad, sounded like a good way to deal with Australia's infestation of the Grey-backed beetle, unfortunately, the toad also decided to eat everything else in sight. And everything that tried to eat the toad, from crocodiles to household pets, quickly died from the poison they secreted."
While she continued on with her lecture, Landon noticed Sydney scratching her head and sent a text to Theo.
Chimera?
"A perfect example of an invasive species. One-hundred and two toads introduced in 1935 became 1.5 billion by 2010." Mrs. Finch continued, unaware that three of her students were no longer focusing on her class.
Theo texted back, Look at her hair.
Landon looked up just in time to Sydney pulling out a handful of hair and looking panicked.
By this time Mrs. Finch summed up her lecture with, "Once and invasive species is introduced, everything changes."
Sydney quickly got up place in the classroom and placed a "course drop" form on Finch's desk, "Wise decision, Sydney." She noted, letting Sydney in a hurry.
Landon was quick to follow, only to be interrupted by Mrs. Finch, "Mr. Martin, you know it's for the best." She commented, thinking Landon was going to try and convince Sydney to stay in the class.
But Landon continued on out the door.
Seeing Sydney dropping her form on Finch's desk, prompted Scott to stare down at his own "course drop" form.
Landon found Sydney in one of the counseling offices, "I was just looking for your mom." Sydney panicked, "I mean Mrs. Martin."
"Are you okay?" Landon questioned.
"Does this look okay?" She showed him the chunk of hair she had pulled out earlier.
"How long has it been happening?"
"Three years."
"Years?"
"It's stress." Sydney told him. She took off her beret and showed him a slightly irritated bald patch that was hidden underneath, "I've tried everything." Sydney explained, "Medication, acupuncture, hypnosis."
"Have you tried not taking the hardest classes in school?" Landon asked, earning him a laugh from Sydney, "Let me see it." Landon asked, holding his hand out her beret, "Maybe I can help cover it up."
Sydney took Landon up with his offer. As he began to cover up the spot. It transformed from a slightly irritated bit of hairless skin to a ragged trepanation hole and Landon found himself flashing back on something from his childhood.
LANDON'S REPRESSED MEMORY
Landon can hear the sounds of gasping and his mother's voice, "I told you to stay in the car."
Landon follows himself as a child walking through one of the metal mesh doors at Eichen House.
Landon, I told you to stay in the car. Stay in the car!
He hears a drill and water running. He then sees a power drill with a bloody drill bit lying in a sink.
An older woman, Lorraine Martin is in a bathtub. Blood oozes from a nickel-sized hole in her skull just above her left ear.
Natalie Martin and an orderly are fighting against her, "Why have you done this?" Natalie demands to know.
Blood and bathwater covers the floor as Natalie realizes that Landon is the room, "I told you to stay in the car!"
Lorraine leans up from the tub and address her grandson, "They're coming Landon. They're coming for all of us."
END OF MEMORY
Landon comes back to consciousness, finding himself on the floor with Scott leaning over him and Theo standing nearby, "Landon. Are you okay?"
Landon could see that his hand was shaking as Scott took it to comfort him, "I'm fine."
Scott helped him up, "You remembered something." Theo stated.
"Not about the Dread Doctors." He shared with them, "Nothing about them or the surgery."
"What was it?" Scott asked.
"My grandmother." Landon answered, looking at Scott, "At Eichen House."
"Landon?" The sound of Natalie's voice filled the room as she rushing into the room, "Oh, my God, what happened?" Natalie held onto Landon tightly, "Are you all right?"
"Mom, I'm fine." Landon assured to her, "It was nothing."
"Was it a blackout?" Natalie questioned anyway, "Did you faint?"
"Yeah." Landon lied, "Yeah, I fainted." The only thing that earned him was another look of alarm from his mother, "Mom, I'm fine. I promise."
Sitting on the floor, back against a bookshelf Kira was trying to read the book, but wasn't having much luck. She was seriously wondering how Stiles was able to survive a month without being able to read. She placed the book down on her lap.
Mason, who had just entered the library, noticed Kira's frustration, "Not into sci-fi?" He asked her, taking a spot on the floor with her, "That's the book, isn't it?" He pointed at the book in her lap, "I thought you guys were supposed to finish reading it last night."
"Yeah, I kind of haven't yet." Kira admitted with a guilty expression, "I don't know what's wrong with me." She confessed to him, "I mean, I can't... I can barely read it."
"Okay, uh..." Mason responded, not sure what to do with the information, "This is gonna sound weird but... Do you speak Japanese?"
"No." Kira answered honestly, "I'm also half-Korean and I don't speak Korean." Kira told him, before he could ask another question, "And I'm pushing a C-average in English."
"Okay, well... I've been doing some reading on Kitsunes."
'How come?"
"'Cause I met one.'
"Oh, right."
"Do you know why people in Japan answer the phone "moshi moshi"?" This earned him a confused Kira, "There's a reason why you have to say it twice on the phone." He explained, "Because according to Japanese folklore, fox spirits have difficulty with language. And the way that you prove that you're not a fox, when you answer the phone, say "moshi" twice."
He continued explained, while Kira listened to him, "The important part is... "Moshi moshi" confuses Kitsunes because it's a language trick." He indicated at the book, "So is the book. You know, it's just one long language trick."
"That's why I can't read it?"
"It's affecting the fox part of you," Mason told her, "Confusing it."
The lights in the library flickered and Mason gave Kira a knowing look, "I swear that wasn't me."
Scott presented his "course drop" form to Ms. Finch. Who doesn't hide her disappointment. Just as he was about to head out the door, "You forgot to sign it." She called out to him.
Scott went back to take the form, "Are you going to tell me why you're dropping?" She questioned him.
"It's a schedule thing."
"Why did you take this class to begin with?" Mrs. Finch asked genuinely interested, "Isn't it a prerequisite for the college you want"?
"It just doesn't matter." Scott commented defeated, "It's too much..." He cleared his throat, "...time, too much work."
"To become a veterinarian?" Mrs. Finch questioned, now shocked by Scott's defeating attitude, "Scott I don't think you should drop."
The sound of a wheeze escaped Scott's throat, "Scott?"
The sound of a dog whimpering filled Scott's ear as he suddenly collapsed on the ground, "What's happening?" Mrs. Finch asked with worry.
The sound of snarling now filled his ear, "I think..." Scott wheezed out, "I'm having an asthma attack."
"Someone..." Mrs. Finch yelled out into the hallway, "Someone get the nurse!"
SCOTT'S REPRESSED MEMORY
Scott sees a bloody leash. Two dogs are fighting. One of the dogs' collars says "Roxy."
Scott is at the hospital and sees his younger self being rolling in on a gurney, "Mom..." His younger self called out.
Melissa McCall is already at his side, "You're okay, sweetheart." She assures him, following alongside with the doctors, "You just need to breathe, okay?"
The bloody leash is looped around his arm, "Where's Roxy?"
"Sweetheart, she didn't make it." Melissa tells him as they are walk past older Scott.
Scott can still hear his younger self, "Where's Roxy?"
"Try not to talk." Melissa tells him, "Try not to talk."
END OF MEMORY
In the present, Scott's breathing came in shallow gasps as Ms. Finch began to freak out, sat him up, "Scott, you need to breathe." She told him, but it wasn't working, "Scott, I need to know where your inhaler is." However, Scott was unable to answer, he gripped his chest as he fell back to the floor, "Is it in your locker?"
By this time a handful of useless student stood around watching them, "Someone's got to have an inhaler." She said, "One of you, find someone."
On the athletic field, Liam was practicing lacrosse while Hayden was practicing soccer.
In the stands, Mason and Brett were having a discussion, "I don't know, dude." Brett commented, "Everyone at Devenford's pretty abnormal to me."
"All right." Mason said, not ready fully give up yet, "What else is there to look for?" Mason pulled out a list, "There's heightened strength, smell, hearing, speed..." Mason listed off, while Brett stared at him incredulously.
"Uh, able to see in the dark." Brett offered.
"Glowing eyes."
"Eyes that reflect the light." Brett corrected him.
"Visible scorpion stingers protruding out of limbs?" Mason joked.
"Yeah." Brett agreed," Or three-foot lizard tails."
Back on the field, Liam took a shot at goal but it goes high. Hayden seeing this from her end of the field, doesn't hide the smirk that formed on her face.
Liam eyed at her is if to issue a challenge.
Effortlessly, Hayden kicked her ball and scored a goal, giving Liam a snide smirk.
Not wanting to lose to his challenge, Liam took another shot and this time scored.
And that was the beginning of how their unspoken challenge continued on as they repeated the process, goal for goal, several times.
That ended when Liam ended up striking the goalie with the ball, knocking him down, "Sorry." He called out to his team member.
From the bleachers, Brett and Mason noticed the two behaviors, "What's up with those two?" Brett asked as Liam and Hayden continue staring down each other on the field.
"Sixth grade." Mason explained, "That's not the best year for Liam's anger management issues." He shared, "There was a... This fight in the hallways. Liam and this other guy. Hayden sort of accidentally walked into it."
Mason pulled up a photo of Hayden his phone, "And this is her yearbook photo."
"Ah, damn." Brett commented as he could see that Hayden has a piece of tape of her nose and two black eyes.
"Yeah." Mason agreed, "Ow."
"What did she do to him?"
Mason then showed a yearbook photo of young Liam with two black eyes, causing both of them to laugh together.
Liam focused his attention on the two of them when a student ran onto the field, "Does anyone here have asthma?" The student asked hurriedly, "Anyone got an inhaler?"
"Scott." Liam realized immediately.
Back in the classroom, Scott continued wheezing. There were now more students, but yet none of them seemed to have an inhaler. Well, one of them as he pushed the students aside, "I've got it..." Liam said, falling to the floor next to Scott, "I've got the inhaler."
Scott doesn't use it. He instead held on to it with a blank gaze on his face, "Scott, come on." Liam begged at him, while Scott continued wheezing. This caused Liam's eyes to flash yellow as he lowly growled, "Scott."
This seemed to snap Scott alert as he took puffs into the inhaler, "Thanks." Scott told him, once he was able to get his breathing back to normal.
Hayden, who had watching from the hall, gave a pleased expression.