Teen Wolf

Part 1

3x04 "Unleashed"/ Monsters and Mayhem

"So, is there any reason why you wanted me to drop you off early," Sloane inquired lightly, smiling at Madison. They settled in Trevor's bright red Mercedes, parked outside the school. Sloane fumbled with the shift stick, not quite used to the set-up of the car, while his other hand rested on top of the steering wheel like most men do. Times had changes and the new cars nowadays were nowhere close to his old Dodge. She vaguely remembered the iconic Charger, only having ridden in once, as Aubrey much preferred to have Madison strapped into her Volkswagen.

"I have Cross Country," she explained. "With Track on hiatus, I need to find an alternative to Cross Country seemed like a good option. Also I just wanted to catch up with Scott and Isaac. After you knocked me out last night, I left them hanging and with Derek not answering my calls, they're my only source of information." Madison explained. She gathered her backpack and extra bag of clothes, expecting to change out of her running gear in the girl's bathroom shortly after. She tied her baby blue Nikes one more time and opened the door, heaving her backpack over her shoulder.

Tabitha got out from the backseat, Swiss bag in two and slung it over her shoulder.

"Thank you for the ride, Mr. Dubolazov," the Latina appreciated. Sloane smiled at Tabitha, grateful of her manners and politeness.

"Madison," Sloane called out. She turned, brushing her long pony tail off her shoulder as she spun to meet his cheery eyes. "This Derek boy, the one you were with last night, I expect to hear more about him," he teased, grinning. "Just because I've been gone for quite a while doesn't mean I'm going to give you break on the topic of boys."

Tabitha snickered behind Madison, amused by the sudden switch of conversation. Madison shot her a playfully cautionary look, raising a skeptical brow defensively. That prompted Tabitha to hiss some more laughter, awfully concealing her pleasure.

Madison unleashed a loud laugh. "Dad, I assure you, he and I- it's nothing," she teased, waving a hand effortlessly. "Keep on laughing, missy," Madison cautioned playfully, "and I'll give you something to laugh about."

"Uh-huh," he nodded skeptically, eyeing her. "That's what they all say but you have no idea, do you?" He smiled warmly. "Anyways, I have to go to work now. Have a great day, sweetheart."

He grinned at the special bond between the two girls. They were sisterly despite their biological division. Tabitha brought out a part of Madison –the caring, loving, light hearted girl he always imagined her to be –just with her loyal companionship alone, while Madison provided a sense of security and strength to Tabitha –a girl who was so deprived of female companionship and understanding before they were acquainted. The two were good together. They reminded him of his Beta –Luca –and how they were close once, joking around like brothers ought to, before things got tough and tensions rose.

"We'll talk later and you better be home or else I'm going to be heartbroken," she ordered but her light tone concealed the desperation and yearning her inner child felt on the matter. Sloane nodded. "I love you, Dad," she bid, closing the door. He rolled down the window as she parted from the car, stepping over the curb,

"I love you too, sweetheart, take care," he called out. She smiled as the car rolled slowly away before accelerating at the turn into the main highway.

"I'm going to go into the school and unload some of this into my locker," Tabitha explained as they parted ways at the front entrance. "I believe I'll see you in…" Tabitha thought for a second, "is it free period? And English, too, since we share the advanced class, and I think that's it. I already transferred my economics credit and I achieved my math requirements," she narrated. "Okay, okay, I know, I'm keeping you. I'll let you go. You're in a rush I bet. I'll see you later!" Tabitha rambled off. Madison waved good bye as she jogged towards her side of the school.

Tabitha skipped off in the other direction, eager to cross the necessaries off her mental list while Madison only had one thing in mind.

After shoving her bag into her locker, Madison adjusted her pony tail and stretched out her tank top, so it wouldn't ride up. Her yoga shorts weren't of the matching blue color as her top. Instead they were a faded black –one of her lazy pairs she picked out from the laundry room downstairs. They were shorter than what she usual wore so she tied her hoodie around her waist to cover her rear from any prying eyes and headed out.

She made it just in time as the whistle shrilled into the air. She followed the trampling of feet, coming up behind the mixed group of kids and integrating easily. She followed the boys' scent as she kept to the left, avoiding any contact with the others that were closely knit together. It was easy to pick them out as a whole but harder to isolate different scents –especially Isaac's –but she spotted him ahead, diverging off the regular course, catching her attention. She slowed, letting the others speed ahead, leaving her in their dust as she watched for any others to establish a pattern –and sure enough, McCall in his black track jacket.

"You got to be fucking kidding me," she murmured to herself. She bolted forward after them, turning sharply at the corners, gaining more and more speed to shed the distance between her and the others. Scott must have noticed her on his trail and he stopped, only having to wait a second for her to be parallel with him and he jumped to match her frantic speed.

"Where's Isaac going," she demanded, at a loss of breath.

"He's going after the twins," Scott stuttered out, he, too, out of breath as they pushed their limits. He was losing her, as she continued to speed ahead. She glanced back, slowing down only for a second, before prioritizing Isaac and looking forward, pushing full speed ahead. Her hair whipped against her bare shoulders and the wind pushed back her loose strands belong to her side banes, flatting them over her head.

With her heightened hearing, she heard a grunt –Isaac's –and a tumble. Her heart jumped and she focused intently on her sense of smell, guiding her North down a curved dirt road, Scott not that far behind her.

She caught Isaac's thrashing figure locked in tight, inescapable grip of the duo Alphas. She saw red, as her eyes visibly brightened to the murderous color, establishing her true identity but the twins were too occupied taunting Isaac with some sick joke of "how many bones are in the body," frightening Isaac, not realize she was there overlooking them.

She snarled like a bear, roaring loudly, enough so they looked up in surprise at her bright blue figure hurtling down the curve, dirt flying behind her. They only got her thin physique and wispy fair-haired locks barreling towards them before one of them was knocked to the ground, pulling him away from Isaac violently as he connected with a nearby tree. He groaned agonizingly at the impact, wincing at his shoulder when it stung excruciatingly when he moved it slightly.

"Let him go," she demanded the other. His dark eyes widened at the new revelation –as the pretty, tall blond who flirted with him wasn't just a girl but an Alpha herself, as her once 'docile' blue eyes blazed to ravenous red orbs, "or I swear, I'll give you the most painful memory you'll live with it –if it's not your last," she seethed. Isaac looked up at her, awed and indebted to her sudden heroic appearance.

The other one was so in shock, he didn't see McCall coming and landing a powerful punch to his face –invoking a loud, cringe worthy thus of bruised bone. Madison smiled approvingly and glared down at their incapacitated bodies. They suddenly rose from their positions, circling around the female alpha and her alliances. She raised her head in pride and extended her claws from her hand.

A shrill scream pierced the air, abruptly stopping all of them to turn to the direction of the shriek. Madison's blazing eyes evaporated into her casual blue as she spun around to the source. Isaac grabbed her hand, as did Scott, who led them away. Madison, as if to claim him under her protection, shrugged her arm around Isaac's shoulder and glared at the twins who darted past them. They took identical boys notice and shared a look.

Teen Wolf

She smelled the blood instantly as she approached the scene, ahead of the others. She scrambled down the incline, careful not to lose her footing, and braked in front of the tree where the other students circled around. She pushed past the hoard and stood up front, taking in the bloody sight.

A familiar student –one of her fellow seniors –was held up against a tree by a cord–she soon recognized it to be a dog leash –around this throat, blood gushing from the same area and onto his clothes. Some blood was smeared behind his ears, which Madison wouldn't have been able to explain due to the lack of opportunity to inspect closer. By the time she even noticed the smears, the Sheriff and his deputy had cleared anyone else, her included. Sheriff Stilinski urged her aside, as she was one of the closest to the body.

"Dad, just come her, look, look," Stiles frantically urged as he ushered his father closer to the body. Madison listened intently as she distanced herself from the scene, stepping back in small footings. "Same as the others, you see?"

Strangled, throat cut, and bludgeoned, she thought to herself. Same as Cecelia, she mournfully thought. She looked at the twins through the hoard, eyes sharp and narrow like slits. They felt the burn of her glare and fixed their gazes from the tree to her.

There, she saw it, the similar bewildered expression she showcased along with her peers, as if one of them, with no clue of the happenings. This unnerved her and she turned her head, letting her long hair go from her pony tail to curtain her face. Her long banes rounded around her head, concealing her eyes under their protective shade.

"Yeah, I see that," she heard the sheriff gruffly reply. "Do me a favor & go back to school, now," he ordered. "Coach," the sheriff directed to Finstock, "give us a hand here?"

"You heard the man, nothing to see here," Coach Finstock yelled. "Probably just…some homeless kid," he insisted ignorantly. Madison turned her head again to get one last glimpse of the twins,

"Coach," McCall insisted softly, "he was a senior."

"He was in my Calculus class last year," Madison added sympathetically. The coach looked at both of his students and groaned loudly.

"He wasn't on the team, was he?" The coach dared to ask. Madison shook her head, astounded by the lack of knowledge before a shrill scream –louder than the previous one –alarmed her, impairing her sense of hearing momentarily as the girl continued to shriek. Madison turned her head towards the body.

"No, oh God, no," the blonde girlfriend –Madison suspected –lashed out, fighting against officer holding her away. "Oh God," she cried out. Madison winced and followed Stiles up the hill, away from the chaotic center of the scene.

"See the way the twins look at him," Isaac began, joining the small group alongside with Scott as they descended down the hill. Madison nodded,

"Yeah, you mean like they had no idea what happened?" Stiles clarified. Madison took lead, followed by Scott as Stiles and Isaac fell back into some sort of line –much like the dynamic of leadership –with Madison and Scott competing for first spot.

"Nah, nah," Isaac stuttered. "They knew," he accused, staring at the Alphas as they passed them on their journey down.

"The kid was strangled with a garrote," Stiles exclaimed. "Am I the only one recognizing the lack of werewolf-attude with these murders?"

"What, you think it's a coincidence? They turn up and people start dying?" Isaac retorted.

"Well no, but I still don't think it's them," Stiles started but Madison cut him short.

"Cecilia was a werewolf and they killed her," Madison retorted heatedly, spinning around, prompting all of them to stop behind her. She glared at Stiles. "This isn't just a coincidence. I have to agree with Isaac here. Maybe they had nothing to do with this one, but I doubt it," she snarled. Stiles stepped back, still weary of the temperamental Alpha.

"See, she agrees," Isaac gestured to Madison with a short arm flail. "Scott," he pressed as they stood at a standstill, "what about you?"

Madison looked at the torn Beta as he stood between the two rivaling boys. Stiles crossed his arms over his chest and glared at Scott while Isaac looked almost innocent with his inquiring gaze. Scott turned to Madison for guidance but she shook her head, refusing to pull him out of his own mess.

"I don't know yet," he settled uncertainly. Madison rolled her eyes.

"You don't know yet," Stiles repeated almost mockingly, obviously disapproving with his tense stature and intercrossing arms. Madison matched his pose almost unconsciously, curious herself.

"W-well he's got a point," Scott defended Isaac, gesturing to the taller Beta with a hand gesture while staring at Stiles directly. "Seriously dude," Scott coaxed as Stiles' gaped, astounded by the turn of events. "Human sacrifices," Scott emphasized to under-exaggerate the term.

"Scott," Stiles persisted, "you're eyes term into yellow glow sticks, okay, hair literally grows from your cheeks, and then will immediately disappear, and if I were to stab you right now, it would magically heal, but you're telling me you're having trouble grasping human sacrifices?"

Scott heaved internally, conflicted as he turned from Stiles to Isaac, dark eyes pleading.

"That's a good point, too," Scott admitted to Isaac.

"I don't care, right," Isaac rejected. "They killed that kid and killed the girl that saved me," he firmly believed. Madison nodded along silently, receiving acknowledgment for Isaac who nodded quickly in recognition, "and I'm going to kill them, too."

Madison jolted up, staring at him with wide blue eyes. "Oh, no, Cubby, you can't do that," she urged, leaping to join his furious stride. "You're delusional. You can't take them on, not yet," she persisted. Stiles and Scott stayed behind, watching from afar as Madison tried to coax Isaac out of his fury. Her blazing blue figure circled around his red frame as he stormed further out, with her right on his tail.

Teen Wolf

It wasn't until AP English when Madison heard from Derek again. She was trying to focus on Mrs. Blake's lesson as she got in the deeper themes of Heart of Darkness, lining them down with even spaces on her page with visual diagrams –because let's face it, enough was never enough for the perfectionist of Madison Dubolazov.

A sudden picture of a familiar Alpha crept into her mind in a sudden rush, like he was charging at her, but it wasn't her –it was someone else. A sudden cry of "wait" echoed throughout the hazed vision. Another figure intervened, meeting the large Alpha halfway. She recognized the smaller figure as Cora, but she wasn't wearing her usual garb –instead she looked like she had been exercising in sweats and sports bra –prompting Madison into panic mode as she realize this was the present. Cora was slammed onto the ground with a painful thud and Madison cringed, almost imagining the pain of the shock.

"Ms. Lundgren," Ms. Blake noticed. Madison had her eyes squinted, as if she was trying to focus elsewhere. The class turned to look at the pained blonde. She looked up at Ms. Blake and shook her head, already anticipating any answer. "Are you okay?"

Madison continued to shake her head. "No," she whispered at first. "No, not at all," she expressed, louder. "Can I go to the bathroom please?" She groaned, feigning a stomach cramp. Ms. Blake nodded. "Thank you." Madison gathered her bag and hurried out, trembling with an overload of emotions, fear being one of the most prominent.

A vision of another red-eyed Alpha –the sole female –made an appearance, the same one the mystery girl depicted in her memory she sent to Madison moments before the link cut. Madison hurried to the doors, opening them and exhaling at the sensation of the brisk wind on her face.

Teen Wolf

Derek's face swelled and stung at the direct hit to the jaw. He barely recovered as Kali continued to assault him with the metal weapon. He was forced down by the impact onto the ground, falling with a loud thud as her body bounced lightly off the floor. Kali came up behind him, plunging the make-shift weapon into back. His muscles screamed in protest, aching and throbbing, while the burn of the pipe spread from the source, weakening his torso. His hands trembled and arms shook under him as he tried to keep himself up so the wound wouldn't get worse.

"Everybody done," a new presence spoke. Derek's spine tingled in dread and swelling anticipation as the infamous Deucalion came forward, tapping his cane in their direction, "'cause just listening to that was exhausting," he jeered, allowing his foreign accent to slip through. "So," he began as he sat down in front of Derek, enjoying the front seat of the action. Derek lifted his head as much as he could to get a glimpse of this infamous figure, surprised by his casual attire of a light-tan sweater and jeans. "Let's chat," he taunted, smirking down at Derek as if he could really see him.

Madison was rushing through the streets, making it past the green lights thankfully, when Derek sent her that last image. It the same guy the girl had sent her, the one with the aviator sunglasses and the walking stick in hand. Her fingers tightened around the wheel, even more apprehensive and anxious as before.

"Sorry about this Derek," Deucalion apologized but nothing in his casual tone implied any sincerity. Derek twitched at the sight of blood under him, more and more concerned about the growing pool while his strength diminished. He pleaded to fate that Madison would come soon. He knew if anyone could, she'd be able to take down Kali –but Ennis? He wasn't quite sure. Madison was sneaky though. He was sure about that. She'd find a way to take Ennis down and free Cora, and with that element of surprise, she'd take Deucalion and Kali off guard. It was one of those instances he didn't mind her psychotic tendencies and eagerness to kill –he wouldn't mind if she all but slaughtered the bastards –so long she helped clean up the blood.

"I ask Kali to be gentle but…" Deucalion further mocked.

"This is me being gentle," Kali sneered, maneuvering the pole upward to enlarge the gaping hole in his back. He groaned excruciatingly.

"Let her go," Derek pleaded. His voice shook as he glanced at Cora, who remained in Ennis's large, steel like grip. In a moment of rarity, Deucalion allowed the compromise and twitched his fingers towards that direction, motioning for Cora's releasing. She rolled away and rushed to Derek. He shook his head furiously, whispering "no" frantically because that's all the strength who could muster. He lost so much blood that even speaking exhausted him. Cora stopped, hearing his weakened voice and looked on from her spot hopelessly as she watched her older brother die it seemed like. Her eyes welled bitterly with warm tears.

"See, we're not unreasonable," Deucalion insisted.

"What do you want," Derek struggled to say. The pool under him was expanding, touching his fingers and coating his palms with the red substance. "You want to kill me?" He boldly accused, looking up at Deucalion with livid eyes.

"You really think I'm that boring? Don't throw me in with sociopaths like your uncle," he scorned. "I'm a man with far more vision than simple murder. In fact I'm here to show you just how much vision a blind man can have."

Kali pushed the pole further, prompting Derek to a whole new level to agony as the metallic taste of blood pooled into his mouth. He gasped, letting some drip from his lips and onto the pool of blood under him.

"You're killing him!" Cora yelled angrily. Kali wagged her finger spitefully.

"Not yet, little sister," she teased, "but I could. Who knows if it's five minutes," she taunted, pulling the pole in a painful manner for Derek, "or five hours before it's too late to take this thing out." He sputtered out more blood as she rolled the pole in a circular motion, prompting another wave of agony for Derek. "But just to stay on safe side, Deuc, you might want to get to the point,"

"Now you see the one problem with being in an Alpha pack," Deucalion jeered, clapping his hands in annoyance, "everyone wants to make the decisions. Me? I'm more about discovering new terms, like you."

"Not interested," Derek sputtered.

"You haven't even heard my pitch," Deucalion countered.

"You want me to kill my own pack?" Derek assumed.

"No, I want you to kill one of them and do that and I won't have to ask you to kill the others. You'll do that on your own," Deucalion clarified, "with exception of that blonde one, what's her name, Madison?" Derek stiffened. "You know who I'm talking about, don't you? Ennis told me about her and I couldn't help but be curious. I mean, this girl, younger than you, able to toss an Alpha twice her size? By all means I'd be interested in her, but when I discovered her origins to be true, well, I can't have her alive –her kind, they're dangerous," Deucalion lowered his tone severely. "She's not supposed to exist. You and I both know that."

"On contraire," Madison announced, surprising all of them. Kali turned to the archway where Madison descended down upon. Ennis growled and she in return snarled. Her blue eyes blazed into a fiery red. "I was planned," Madison quipped before turning her attention back to Ennis. His eyes matched her own.

"Ennis," Deucalion demanded. Ennis understood his order and charged at the girl. She stepped to the side slyly, as he fell forward at where she used to be. He spun to correct himself and reached out towards. She snarled at his hands and grabbed them in an unexpected turn and pulled him forward, tossing him to the ground and holding his arm up at a painful manner. "One move," she sneered, "and it's broken in half. I'd highly suggest you stay still," she warned. Ennis froze on the ground as she loomed over him. Her eyes looked around but some nothing in reach and decided her foot would do just of much of a job as any other blunt-force item and brought the heel of her shoe up only to smash it upon his cranium, satisfied with the crunch it prompted. Ennis's arm fell as he slipped into his subconscious. Cora watched with wide, horrified eyes at the brutality of the blonde, wearing the same expression as Kali as she watched the largest of the Alphas be subdued by a girl half his size.

On outer appearance, Madison didn't seem like she would dare to do such a thing, not in her attire –with leggings and a loose pink transparent tunic, made to fit her slim waist with a wide, leather waist belt buckled together. Derek knew better and smirked to Deucalion, knowing the tide had turned.

Madison took slow, deliberate steps towards Kali, wearing a blood-curdling smirk only she could pull off –the same one Derek recognized the eager expression to kill as what normally would be a bad thing, he smirked, knowing Kali would meet her own match.

"I see you have your hands full," Madison sneered, tilting her head at the bloodied pool and descending her gaze Derek and noticed the abnormally large pool of blood under him and the blood smeared around his lips as he looked up gratefully at her. "You have one chance to pull it out," she motioned with a nod towards the pole, "before I rip you apart," she smirked. Kali smirked back.

"Back off before I kill your boyfriend," Kali threatened. Madison rolled her eyes.

"He's not my boyfriend," Madison exasperated. "Fine, if you want to play it dirty, I will. In fact, it's my favorite game," she teased, winking. Kali was taken aback by her attitude and watched as Madison backed up –only to figure out she was walking closer to Deucalion. He listened intently to her footsteps until she stopped in front in him.

"You must be a sight," he thought out loud. "I've heard tales of your father and your mother. I heard she was stunning. You must look like her, do you?" He mused with a grin.

"Sorry to say," Madison said with no remorse or sincerity, "but I look too much like my father. Oh my, I forgot my manners," she mocked, "I'm Madison, Madison Dubolazov. Obviously you heard of me but you can quite trust the rumors," she smirked.

"Can I…?" Deucalion stretched out his hand, allowing the back of his finger to feel the few close strands of her silver blonde hair near him. He twirled the strands around his finger. "You have the softest hair," he mused.

"Maddy," Derek croaked. "Don't…" he warned, worried Deucalion would use the distance to pull her in a dangerous proximity and possibly inflict harm in her. Kali felt uneasy about how willing Madison stepped into the possible trap. Something up with Madison's casual demeanor, she suspected.

"Thank you," Madison accepted graciously. She stepped forward and he used the distance.

"Your skin is like velvet," Deucalion commented, "and I can tell you have your father's sharp cheek bones," he added as his fingers trailed the outline of her face. Her hand stuck like snake, lying in wait by her hip seemingly harmless until Kali caught the blur of her hand too late with her horrified dark eyes and watched as her hand wrapped around his, the moment before his claws could extend and mar her face.

"I'm not an idiot," she assured Deucalion with blaring red eyes, "whatever game you want to play, I can play it better," she mocked, glancing at Kali with malicious grin. She brought up her other hand at lightning speed and snapped his wrist in half and bent it an abnormal angle. He shrieked out in pain and tried to grab her with his other hand but she had already maneuvered behind him and used it other uninjured hand and brought it behind his head.

She suddenly bit into the flesh with her sharp canines, sinking them deep into his arteries and they spurted with blood. She retracted her fangs but kept her blood coated hand on his, while his other injured hand withered beside him.

"Told you Kali," she sneered, looking down at his bloodied arm. "Two can play at this game but I'll always come out on top," she snarled. She looked down at Derek and back at Kali, purposely constricted her forearm around Deucalion's throat. His disfigured hands were still trembling, attempting to heal after she shattered his wrist with a painful break against the desk edge. She and Kali continued to glare at each other, with Kali just as cold and dark hearted in her gaze as Madison –except Madison's icy blue eyes added a burning, penetrating sensation that stirred Kali more than what she'd like to admit. Madison tilted her head, prompting Kali again with a glance down at Derek –kneeling in a pool of his own blood, spreading farther.

The large one had finally came to, grabbing his aching head as he scrambled up. He had watched the scene with wide eyes, bewildered and horrified by the unexpected turn of events. Deucalion "Why isn't he healing," Ennis snarled.

"You assume he's stronger than me," Madison started to explain to the woozy Alpha. "Enjoy the nap? Anyways, going onwards, you assume he's strong than me –when you truth you have no idea what I've done or committed. I should also disclose my mother's talent to manipulate health was somehow intertwined with my lycanthropy. My saliva has the ability to speed healing, but also the bacteria within in has the capability to slow the process," she grinned at both Alphas and then down to Deucalion who weakened in her grip. "Sometimes it's painless, most of the time it's painful. It's a trick I picked up in my travels."

She looked down at the bite on Deucalion's arm –the same one she inflicted to subdue him. It was red and bloody, tainting his grey sleeve with the rich bodily fluid. "And this one doesn't look good for him," she smirked. "Oh boy, I'm going to enjoy this. Let me tell you a brief story. You see, because my father was Russian, naturally my blood grants me immunity to certain… infections… but also grants me the opportunity to host them, much like the Europeans did to the Indians when they came to the New World. I only recently discovered this when my Beta –someone who's linage comes from a small sea-port city in Venezuela –came down with a sudden sickness I didn't have a clue of. She fell fairly quickly, enough so, that she with hours away from death, pale, doused with sweat as her body's last attempt to fight the pathogen but even that wouldn't help her –luckily my relatives stepped in just in time with a family-secret remedy but you see, whatever this pathogen is –it's lethal to Lycans such as yourself."

"You're lying," Kali snarled.

"Look at your Alpha," Madison challenged coolly. She glanced down at Deucalion, who paled under her malicious glare. "Does he look like he's normal? Wouldn't he be fighting back? Certainly this scrawny man in my arms isn't the same blind man who slaughtered his own Betas." This caught the other Alphas' attention and they glance tentatively at each other, acknowledging her point.

"That's why you're so scared of me," she murmured to Deucalion. "You knew that already. You want me gone because you know I'm one of the few natural predators that can out-do and eliminate you from the equation –and let me assure you, I'm just as ruthless as my father and his father and those before him –and I'm just as willing to do it. Don't be mistaken by my age." She dug her claws into his shoulder to keep him in place. He fell back and rested limply on her shoulder, paralyzed with pain and throbbing. She turned her attention to Kali.

"All I'm asking is for you to let go of Derek and I'll let go of this imbecile," Madison jested. "I always make good on my deals," she teased with a smile. "I promise," she dragged on. Her sarcastic smile sharpened into a smirk. Kali growled loudly in response. As if to demonstrate, Madison tightened her hold on Deucalion, as well as swiping her claw down his cheek, smirking maliciously as the possible intent she had in mind, unnerving Kali. "I've killed before –plenty of times –just like you –with no preference. This guy here makes no difference. All I have to do," she teased with her finger tracing his throat, "or perhaps," she used both her hand to encircle Deucalion into a headlock. "One swivel motion and he's dead."

"So is Derek," Kali snarled, angling the pole painfully for the subdued Alpha. Derek choked out another mouthful of blood. Cora cried out.

"Stop it Madison," Cora shrieked. "You're hurting him!"

"Shut your trap, amateur," she scowled at Cora. "Keep quiet," she put her in her place, "and let me do the politics." Cora quieted down but continued to shake in terror at the possibility of Derek actually dying at Madison's risky tactic.

"Or, I could give you the antidote for exchange of Derek," she shrugged casually. Deucalion's eyes widened, hearing the key word and turned his fearful gaze back at Kali.

"Let him go," Deucalion spat out, "let him go. Give me the cure," he sputtered. Kali was taken aback before sliding the pole out. Madison grinned victoriously, her teeth glistening white, taunting Kali with her superiority. Derek toppled over into the puddle, joined by Cora who cradled his head in her lap. Cora shot a grateful look towards the cold blonde as Madison continued to stare down Kali.

She released the weakened Deucalion onto the floor where Kali scooped him up, alongside Ennis, his folded cane in hand. Madison walked past them with an over confident stride before glancing over her shoulder to look at them.

"You want the cure?" She repeated, pursing her lips and narrowing her eyes. "Come back to me in 24 hours. If you aren't dying, you're fine, maybe you're one of the lucky ones and fought off the pathogens before they could infect you, but here's the thing, I can't administer the antidote to you unless you're really dying or else you'll die from the 'antidote,'" she narrowed her eyes. Deucalion was caught in her ghostly eyes, captivated by the mystery and possible history behind them –behind her blood and origins. She was the manifestation of a legend, of a nightmare, one of the last. "Both factors neutralize themselves," she elucidated, "but alone, they're both lethal. My bite can kill, but is deactivated by the cure, but the cure itself can just as much obliterate you. The extreme of each element is quite powerful." She smirked.

"Now scram," she demanded loudly, sitting upright. Kali winced. "Before I decide to use you mutts as my personal scratching posts," she snarled. She stepped aside to watch them scurry along outside, battered, bloodied, and bruised. She turned to Cora who smiled graciously despite the bitter tears welling in her child-like eyes. "Don't thank me now," she demanded harshly. Cora winced at her tone as Derek faded into unconsciousness in her lap. "I got somewhere to be. One of his is stuck in another situation and I have to bust his ass out," she grumbled, rushing out. "When he awakes," she said once more, stopping to spin around and face them, "tell him I'm really tired of being the babysitter."