Authors Note: This is part one to the finale episode chapter. I decided to break it in half because I realize my 10K chapters are probably a pain to get through. So here is the first half of the finale. The second half will follow soon. I've decided to do a few chapters that will show you what happens over the summer. Thank you for the suggestions and I hope you enjoy the beginning of the end.
[Scott's POV]
They'd taken Jackson's body away in an ambulance. It was hard to wrap my head around the fact that he killed himself in order to save everyone else. He'd never been so selfless before. Mom had gone to the hospital with his body and the Sheriff was in a panic the moment we found out Stiles was missing. We paced around the locker room, unable to be jazzed about the championship win but none of that mattered. I knew Gerard had Stiles. It only makes sense for him to take Stiles because I wouldn't give up Derek.
"I've got to meet with the medical examiner to figure out what happened to Jackson. There's an APB out on Stiles, his jeep is still in the parking lot so that means…hell I don't know what that means." I felt terrible that he was worrying about Stiles. It was all my fault.
"If he answers his phone or emails…if you see him-" Isaac cut him off.
"We'll call you." John nodded at him.
"Look he's probably just freaked from all the attention. I know he was pretty excited about his date with Maggie tonight so maybe he's trying to calm down a bit." I hated lying to his dad but that seemed to make him relax a bit.
"Yeah let's hope so." He looked down at his notepad nervously.
"We'll find him." I assured and that wasn't a lie. I would find Stiles and I would make sure he was safe. The Sheriff nodded at me once more before touching my arm.
"I'll see you." He walked out of the locker room and I let out a sigh but it was short lived when the Coach now stood in the vacant spot.
"McCall, look we need you on the team okay? You know I can't put you on the field if you don't get your grades up." Coach wasn't trying to bust me out. He genuinely seemed concerned. What happened to Jackson on the field rocked him, it rocked all of us.
"I know Coach." I said thinking he would take some comfort in knowing I would try and do better but he shook his head.
"I know I yell at you guys a lot but it's not like I hate you…well except for Greenberg but that's different, you know? It's Greenberg." He chuckled lightly.
"I'm just saying we…I need you on the team. Get your grades back up." HE pointed at my chest and I shook my head.
"I will." I honestly planned to. I wanted to do better, be better. I felt like school wasn't the only thing I was failing at these days and I wanted to make it right. First I had to find my best friend and take down the guy who was hurting the people of Beacon Hills. We waited long enough for the locker room to clear out before breaking into Stiles locker and pulling out some of his clothes.
"You're going to find him by scent?" Isaac asked me surprised.
"Yeah we both are. You've got my back and I've got yours right?" I reminded him making him roll his eyes.
"How come you get his shirt and I get his shoe?" He complained as I noticed Derek standing across the room. I hit Isaac's arm turning him around.
"We need to talk." Derek looked pissed but when Peter came around the corner in the flesh, I felt my jaw drop.
"All of us." He smirked that same evil smirk I remembered so well. I still had that night he killed Maggie burned into my brain. It would never leave me.
"Holy shit…what the hell is this?" I walked towards Derek keeping my eyes on Peter.
"You know, I thought the same thing when I saw you talking to Gerard at the Sheriff's station." Derek wanted to play this game now when Stiles was missing? Sometimes his timing made me want to punch him.
"Okay hold on, he threatened to kill my mom and I had to get close to him to figure out what his endgame was but let's not forget what that total psycho did." I pointed over Derek's shoulder.
"Again, not a total psycho but surprisingly I'm going to go with Scott. Have you seen his mom? She's gorgeous." Peter's words made my chest heat up.
"SHUT UP!" Derek and I said at the same time. Isaac leaned into my shoulder.
"Who is he?" I forgot that Isaac hadn't met Peter yet. He knew what happened to Maggie but he'd never had the displeasure of actually meeting him.
"That's Peter, Maggie's biological father. Little while back he tried to kill us all, managed to rip his own daughter's heart out before we set him on fire and Derek slashed his throat." Peter held up his hand.
"Hi." He said simply.
"Good to know. I guess this means Maggie wasn't just having nightmares then." Isaac kept his eyes on Peter.
"You're Isaac, the other suitor. I've heard a lot about you…well I've eavesdropped…read a few journal entries. Maggie speaks highly of you." It didn't shock me that Peter had been creeping around Maggie, I just wished I knew how the hell he was back.
"Yeah…you're definitely as creepy as I imagined you would be." Isaac said with an uncomfortable smile.
"Does she know? Does she know he's-" I started to question but Derek cut me off.
"Yes she knows but when you're all done with your awkward meet and greet, it'd be nice to get to the point. He knows how to stop Jackson, maybe even save him so right now we just have to put up with him." Derek huffed.
"Well that sounds like a great plan but Jackson's dead." Derek and Peter's eyebrows went up at Isaac's admission.
"What?" Derek questioned.
"It just happened on the field." I explained further seeing Peter's face turn to something I hadn't ever seen before. Panic.
"Okay why is no one taking this as good news?" Isaac asked.
"Because if Jackson's dead, it didn't just happen. Gerard wanted it to happen." Peter stepped towards Derek.
"But why? If Jackson was his only weapon then why destroy it?" Derek shook his head. It was killing me that he was actually working with Peter right now, after everything that had happened.
"Well that's exactly what we need to figure out. Something tells me that the window of opportunity is closing." Peter explained.
"Maybe that's why he took Stiles. To bait you out?" Isaac offered.
"Wait, Gerard took Stiles?" Derek asked. I hated that we had to explain everything to him. He should have been here.
"Yeah he went missing after Jackson went down." I said rubbing the back of my neck.
"Where's Maggie?" Peter asked eying me.
"She's with Melissa." Isaac said but I turned to look at him.
"No she's not she's with Lydia." I corrected but Isaac shook his head.
"Lydia was with Jackson's parents." Peter stepped closer to us.
"WHERE IS MY DAUGHTER?!" Peter boomed stepping in my face. I shoved him backwards into Derek.
"You're daughter?! It's a joke to even hear you call her that!" I yelled right back and Peter came at me with his claws. I didn't back down but Derek and Isaac tried to keep us separated.
"You knew this maniac was roaming around trying to pick people off and you let her out of your sight? What kind of best friend are you? Haven't you learned anything from your past failures?" Peter growled.
"You're one to talk about failures!" Isaac was struggling to hold me back as I thrashed against his hold.
"ENOUGH! BOTH OF YOU!" Derek finally yelled loud enough to make us both stop. I shrugged Isaac off but I could feel him staring at me. My heart was beating so fast with anger towards Peter I completely forgot that Maggie was now missing too.
"If Gerard has Stiles than that means Maggie probably went after him." Derek said looking between the both of us.
"Without Jackson, he'd need a powerful weapon. Maggie would fit that description wouldn't she?" Isaac asked putting his hand on my arm. I unclenched my jaw and looked away from Peter to Derek.
"We need to hurry up if we're going to figure out what Gerard is up to." Peter rushed.
"Don't you mean save Maggie?" I spat knowing that he truly didn't care about Maggie.
"Of course." He smirked again and I wanted to tear his face off. I'll never forgive myself for not believing Maggie before. I should have known that what she was seeing was real. I could have helped her. I could have protected her.
[Stiles POV]
The moment the bag went over my head and I was shoved into a van, I knew I was in trouble. I tried to keep track of how long I'd been carried, all the turns the van made but when it stopped not even 15 minutes from the school I got a bit confused. There's no way a kidnapper would just take me 15 minutes away. I was yanked out of the van and pushed through a door before they pulled the bag from my head.
I was standing at the top of a dark staircase. I didn't know if I was in a house or a building, a warehouse or storage unit. I just knew it was underground.
"Move it." I was shoved from behind by a guy who couldn't have smiled a day in his life with a scowl that strong. He pushed me towards a set of stairs that led to a dark basement but I couldn't adjust my eyes quick enough to find the stairs. I slipped when he shoved me again and tumbled down the remaining steps. I landed on my face and felt the pain in my back and arms from the fall but the goon that shoved me merely chuckled and shut the door.
"Dick." I muttered getting to my feet of the dark room. My only relief in the whole situation was that if they'd kidnapped me then everyone else was safe. The sound of a whimper made me jump. I wasn't alone down here. I ran my hand across the wall looking for a light switch and when I found it, I almost wished I hadn't.
Boyd and Erica were tied up to the ceiling with black and red wires.
"Oh God..." I ran towards them and Boyd gesture to Erica with his eyes.
"Calm down I'm going to get you down." I put my finger to my lips trying to calm Erica but she shook her head at me. I put my hands on the wires and got a hell of a shock that made both Erica and I both yelp.
"They were trying to warn you it's electrified." Gerard made his way down the steps and I shook my hand out pissed off.
"What are you doing to them?" I asked moving to stand in front of them.
"At the moment, keeping them comfortable. There's not point in torturing them. They won't give Derek up. The instinct to protect their alpha is too strong which is why you're here." He leaned against the wall as he eyed me strangely like I wasn't s a threat.
"What exactly do you need me for? Scott can find me, he knows my scent. It's pungent you know? It's actually more like a stench. He could find me even if I was buried at the bottom of a sewer covered with fecal matter and urine…" I was rambling but all that was doing was making him chuckle.
"You sure know how to create a vivid picture Mr. Stilinski but it's not Scott that I'm hoping to draw out. I'm on a bit of a time crunch though so I may need to provide more incentive." Gerard walked towards me clenching his jaw.
"You don't want Scott…you want Maggie." I swallowed the lump in my throat and watched the corner of his mouth turn up. If he wanted to get to Derek, all he'd have to do is get Maggie.
"I won't let you hurt her." I stepped towards him firmly.
"I don't think you really have a choice in the matter. You're merely a pawn in all this, I'm afraid." He stepped into my space and I looked him over.
"What are you like 90? I could probably kick your ass all over this-" This time it wasn't a backhand but an actual punch. I don't think I'd ever been hit that hard in my life. The blow sent me to the floor and I could hear ringing in my ears.
"Okay wait." I heard how dazed I sounded as he grabbed me up by my jersey and hit me again and again. I could smell the blood from the broken skin on my cheek and the copper taste filled my mouth when my tooth caught my lip, splitting it. I thought I heard noise coming from upstairs but I wasn't sure if that was because I was currently being pummeled into oblivion by a geriatric. It was her voice that made me realize it was real.
"STOP! I'm here! I'm here STOP IT!" Maggie screamed desperately as Gerard jerked me around like a rag doll.
"Maggie…get out of here!" I pleaded with her spitting some blood onto the floor.
"Look I'm alone and unarmed. Let him go and I'll give you what you want." Maggie said making Gerard look at her.
"What makes you think you know what I want?" Gerard tested in his raspy voice.
"You took Stiles because you knew I would come after him. If my blood can't help you then the bite will. The only way you're getting either is if you let him go." Maggie challenged. Gerard released me and turned his full attention to Maggie.
"Young love is a very powerful tool. In the end, it's always about the sacrifice." Gerard grinned at Maggie as she let her eyes linger to me bleeding on the floor. He went up the stairs and Maggie ran towards me as I slide up to lean on the wall.
"Are you okay? Let me see." Maggie put her fingertips on my cheek and I shook my head.
"You need to get out of here now. I mean it. You shouldn't have come for me." I said trying to pull myself together.
"Stop fidgeting." Maggie tried to heal me but I pushed her hands away.
"Maggie stop! You've got to get out of here. He'll kill you." I raised my voice and she shook her head at me.
"He can't kill me. He needs me. You need to listen to me for a change okay? You aren't going to lose me but I need for you to get out of here. If he even thinks you'll tell your dad, he'll send guys after you. I need you to go home and keep your dad safe. I can take care of things here." Maggie used her index finger to wipe some of the blood off my lip.
"Please don't ask me to leave you here...please. We've done this before Maggie. You may not remember how it ended but I'll never forget." I shook my head knowing that I'd regret walking out of here without her. She frowned at me as I tried to keep from getting emotional. I'd already gotten my ass kicked, I didn't want her to see me crying like a baby too.
"No one is dying tonight Stiles. I promise you-" I shook my head.
"I don't believe you." She looked hurt by my words but it was the truth.
"You're a sacrificer Maggie. You will give your life for me, for them, for all of us without question. You'll promise me the world but all I want is for you to walk out of here with me. I love you too much to leave you behind again...not again." I didn't care if she could see my fear. I'd beg if I had to.
"I'm too in love with you to take that chance ever again." I swallowed the fear and her eyes fluttered at my confession. I'd never been able to really tell her that I didn't just love her. She knew I loved her but I could tell she was always worried I wasn't in love with her. I reached out to her but jumped when there was heavy feet moving across the floor above them. The door to the basement opened quickly and two large goons came running down towards us. A taser hit Maggie's back making her cry out in pain as she fell to the ground shaking.
"SON OF A BITCH!" I ran at the guy and was smacked back against the wall. Gerard came waltzing down the stairs and had the guy taser Maggie again. She let out a another scream before clenching her teeth together.
"Get her on the table. Get him upstairs." Gerard commanded and I started to fight back.
"NO! NO! MAGGIE! MAGGIE! LET ME GO! MAGGIE!" I fought against the guy as he wrenched my arms behind my back and lifted me off my feet to carry me up the stairs. I was punched in the mouth by Gerard one last time. I came to in the back of a van and Gerard had my chin in his hands.
"I want you to listen really closely because I know you're very smart and capable of understanding the situation at hand." Gerard pulled the tape from my mouth, taking the dried blood from my busted lip with is and reopening the wound.
"You're going to walk into your house and you're going to do what you kids do best. You're going to lie through your teeth and you're going to make your father believe it. I have no problem coming back here and making you an orphan like Maggie. If you want to keep her and your father and all your other little friends alive...you'll do what you're told." He snarled in my face and I held his gaze. Werewolves, witches and kanimas had nothing on the real monster that was Gerard Argent. He tossed me out of the van and pulled away leaving me to pick myself up and walk into the house. The jeep was parked down the street and dad's car was in the driveway which meant he was home.
I started moving my legs unwillingly towards the front door and felt every ache and pain in my body start to twinge. My chest felt tight like I wanted to scream or cry but I couldn't. I opened the unlocked door and could hear dad pacing around in my bedroom as I climbed the stairs slowly and carefully.
"Yeah I'm not finding any clues here. Listen if he shows up at the hospital..." Dad's voice broke off to whoever he was talking to. I assumed it was Melissa. He hung up his phone, shaking his head.
"Come on Stiles, where the hell are you?" He whispered to himself. I cleared my throat as much as I could to form words and he looked at me.
"Right here." I found it hard to listen to my own voice. I didn't want to talk but the moment he looked at me, his eyes went wide. I had no idea how bad I looked from the beating but it was enough to send my dad into a full on panic.
"Dad...it's okay. Dad-" He gripped my neck and turned my face to look at the wound on my face.
"Who did it?" He turned to stone instantly.
"It's okay, it was just a couple of kids from the other team." I lied so quickly and easily that I'd become completely impervious to my own bullshit.
"There were pissed about losing and I...I was mouthing off. The next thing I know-" Dad cut me off.
"Who was it?!" He demanded.
"Dad I don't even know, I didn't even see them really." I watched his chest heave with anger.
"I want descriptions." He breathed and I shook my head remembering what Gerard had said.
"Dad it's not even that bad." I could feel my emotions catching up with me now.
"I'm calling that school, I'm calling them and I'm going to personally pistol whip these little bastards-" I couldn't take it anymore.
"DAD! I SAID...I said I was okay." My tone broke and I felt tears burn my eyes. He finally shook his head and pulled me into his chest to hug me. I held onto him and tried not to completely break down in his arms. I wasn't okay. He knew I wasn't okay but he had no idea just how far from okay I truly was.
[Maggie's POV]
I came to rubbing my back where I'd been stuck with the taser. I noticed the shackle on my ankle and let out a sigh before touching it. It burned my hand making me pull away.
"It's a special kind of wolfsbane. You aren't the only one who owns a book of tricks." I looked up to see Allison standing at attention, sharpening ring daggers. She smirked like Gerard had early when I had surrounded and my mind went to Stiles. I could only hope that he'd been returned home safely. Now my next order of business was getting Boyd and Erica out of here. They kept their eyes between Allison and I.
"I have to say, I couldn't have planned this any better. I knew you would come for them. Your selfless nature is actually a weakness." She looked away from me and I wondered for a moment if she knew about Gerard kidnapping Stiles. I knew that Allison had let him get in her head but just how far into the darkness he'd taken her was the real question. I looked over Boyd and Erica and could see dried blood on their skin and clothes.
"So this is your handy work huh?" I questioned making her shrug.
"I tracked them, trapped them and filled them with arrows. My grandfather had them strung up." She explained. I shook my head at her.
"You must be real proud. I'm sure your mother would be too." Allison's jaw tightened. She walked over towards the metal box that sat on the table and turned the knob causing sparks from the ceiling and the lights flickered. Erica and Boyd started hissing in pain and I realized what she was doing.
"OKAY OKAY! STOP! I'M SORRY!" I apologized quickly and she turned the knob back down making them slump slightly.
"You've got me, why do you even need them?" I threw my hand out.
"They certainly keep you from doing anything stupid twice." Allison picked the daggers back up.
"That's who you are now? You torture kids...because that's what you're doing right now." I reminded her.
"Oh please, kids who have tried to kill not only me but Lydia. They're hardly innocent so try another angle." Allison rolled her eyes at me.
"You don't need them for me to cooperate. Let them go and I'll do whatever Gerard wants me to do." Allison chuckled at my plea.
"You aren't really in the position to make deals." She said confidently.
"You want Derek...he'll come for me. Please Allison...Gerard will kill them. They didn't do anything. Let them go." She stared at me for a few moments and let her eyes linger on Boyd and Erica. It only sat in her mind for a few moments before she looked back at me, chin held high and eyes clear of any emotion other than bitterness.
"I'm in charge here." She dismissed me. I let out a heavy sigh of frustration.
"Oh God you actually believe that?" I breathed knowing that arguing with her could get Boyd and Erica hurt.
"BECAUSE I AM! You think just because I'm a human, I can't destroy you? Destroy all of you?! I can and I will." Allison approached me.
"Destroy us? There's no doubt you can destroy us just like we can destroy you but it has nothing to do with being human or werewolf!" I shouted back watching her pull back slightly.
"Derek is the reason my mother is dead. Someone is going to pay for that." She seethed. I could actually feel her anger. It made my stomach turn.
"Who pays for my mother huh? Your mom, my mom, Karen…they died trying to protect us and look at the people we've become. Battling one another to settle some sort of score." I watched her face change at the mention of our mothers. It was the truth. All the people that wanted to protect us were slowly getting picked off and the pit of darkness it left behind only grew larger by the day.
"That's the thing about vengeance. We can slaughter each other but it doesn't bring them back…it doesn't make the void go away. We just let the darkness win. We become the real monsters." She looked away from me when the door to the basement opened. Gerard walked down slowly with a smile on his face.
"I see you've been keeping our guests company. That'll be all for now. Go and try to get some sleep. I'll wake you when it's time." He kissed Allison's forehead and she looked stunned that he was dismissing her but she didn't argue. She walked up the stairs and glanced back at me. I held her eye contact until she shut the door with a slam. Gerard put his hands in his pockets before taking a seat where Allison had just gotten up from.
"You'll be happy to know that Mr. Stilinski has returned home safely to his father." He said making me close my eyes slowly.
"On your feet." He growled as I stood up slowly. He tossed me the key to the cuff on my ankle and I unlocked it. He held out his hand gesturing for me to walk in the direction of another door. I thought it might be a bathroom but when he opened the door, I saw a metal slab that was meant to strap someone down.
"You can either go voluntarily or I can kill one of your pack right now." Gerard threatened in my ear. I looked back at Erica and Boyd, Erica was crying and Boyd was shaking his head at me.
"Can I have a moment with them, please?" I asked seeing him smirk at my weakness. I walked over to Erica and wiped the tears from under her eyes.
"You listen to me okay? You're going to get out of here and I want you two to run as far and as fast as you can." Erica shook her head sobbing more.
"Stop crying right now. You're stronger than this. You're a fighter." I felt hot tears prick my own eyes and I shook them off.
"I love you very much. You will always be my sister." My voice broke and I cleared my throat to push the raw croak down before kissing her forehead. I put my hand on Boyd's chest and his eyes looked at me desperately, pleading for me not to go into that room.
"Get out of Beacon Hills, be in love and don't ever look back. That's an order." I watched a tear roll down Boyd's cheek and I wiped it away quickly.
"I love you both." I whispered before walking away and going into the room, committing to whatever Gerard had planned for me. I felt the white, hot pain of the taser in my back again and slumped onto the table. I must have blacked out for a few moments because when I woke up I was strapped to the table with the same cuffs that burned my skin slowly but now I was without my clothes. I still had underwear and a strapless bra on but most of my skin was completely exposed. I looked over to the table Gerard was standing in front of and saw it was loaded with sharp objects. The smell of wolfsbane and other bitter poisons filled my senses.
"I told you I would try and help you with my magic. This isn't necessary." I reminded earning a throaty chuckle.
"Oh I wasn't born yesterday Ms. Stevens. Magic can be very tricky. The bite is how I'll be curing myself." Gerard picked up a knife and touched the tip of the blade.
"Then what is all this for?" I dared ask making him look down at me.
"This is for my daughter. I may not be able to kill you but I can make you wish you were dead. I'd rather return you broken beyond repair than dead. I know how much you mean to your pack, both Scott and Derek would be lost without you being their guiding light. I plan to burn that light out." Gerard explained before pulling a leather strap over my mouth and securing it tightly. I tried to fight against the bindings that held me but the more I fought, the more it felt like my skin was on fire.
"You know the thing about torturing a werewolf is that if you don't do it right then there's no real point. Its all in the weaponry." I watched him carefully as he walked towards me with two blades, one in each hand. My ribs started to ache from how hard my heart was beating.
"Poisoned blades work the best. If I were to stab you with a regular blade, like this." He held up a silver blade that was smooth on both sides before jamming it into my side, tearing through the skin and muscles. I groaned from the agonizing intrusion. My body instantly tried to heal but he left the blade in for a little longer before pulling it out and tearing through all the muscle that had healed around it. I relax back on the table for a moment feeling the relief of my body healing.
"It would simple heal over. But if I use a wolfsbane infused blade then the wound won't heal. It'll even burn through the blood stream. For normal wolves, it would have to be treated rather quickly so it doesn't reach the heart." I watched him play with the second blade which was very different from the first. It was longer, thicker and had ridges along both sides.
"However the normal rules don't apply to you. You're the Nyvolore. Strong, capable, fearless. You're indestructible." He chuckled darkly as he circled me. I tensed up knowing that would only make it hurt worse but I knew it was coming. He didn't want to kill me, he wanted me to feel pain. I clenched my hands open and shut as he leaned closer to my face.
"That doesn't mean I can't try to take you apart piece by piece until you're begging for a death that will never come." He seethed through gritted teeth before slicing through the skin on my thighs. This time I couldn't hold back my screams. They were muffled by the leather strap but the pain was more than anything I'd ever felt. My blood poured from the gashes and my body felt like it was catching fire from the poison that now flowed through my veins. I squeezed my eyes shut tightly trying to go someplace else in my head as the slices kept coming. Across my stomach, up my arms and over my chest. I thought of Stiles. The way his face looked when he slept, the way his arms rested when he drove the jeep, how his lips moved when he read to himself, the feeling of his hands on my face. For brief moments, I wasn't on the table. I was with Stiles and there was no pain, no suffering.
Breathing was becoming almost impossible behind the leather strap and surprisingly Gerard released it as I cried out, sweat running down my forehead and into my tears burning my eyes. All I could smell with blood and the bitter smell of the poison pumping through my body. Gerard coughed into a tissue and tossed it into the trashcan.
"What's the matter? Getting tired old man?" I taunted him in fear that he'd get tired of torturing me and go after Erica and Boyd. He turned around grabbing a handful of silver spikes and proceeded to drive each on of them through my hands and feet. I could actually feel them crack through the bones and somehow lock into the table. Only an Argent would keep a collapsible torture table in their basement. I laughed out loud unable to cry out any longer from how raw my throat was from screaming.
"You know, I don't ever remember meeting your mother. I did meet your aunt Caroline. She was strong too." I cut my eyes at Gerard. I was on the verge of going into shock and he wanted to chat about my family?
"If you're about to confess to killing her then-" He clicked his tongue to his teeth.
"On the contrary, your aunt was the one who agreed to never let you become a werewolf but I imagine once she was killed, the others let that agreement fall to the waist side. You could have stayed out of all of this." Gerard said. I listened to his heart and he appeared to be telling the truth but I still didn't trust him.
"Why would I believe a word you say about my family? You've got me nailed to a table." I growled at him bitterly.
"I will happily confess that we were responsible for the fire at the Hale mansion and I did order Kate to take out your aunt Karen but the others...we had nothing to do with. Whether you choose to believe that or not is entirely up to you." I felt a sinking feeling my chest. Mom had said Peter didn't kill her, the only other suspect was the Argent's. If they really had nothing to do with my mom's, Evie and Caroline's murder then that meant the killer was still out there. I didn't see Gerard stick a needle into my arm but the moment he injected me with something I felt my legs go numb.
"What did you do?! What did you...what did..." I felt my entire body starting to shut down like I was being paralyzed.
"This is an old drug that we used to use on omegas. It's experimental of course but in just a moment you'll start to feel-" I let out a blood curdling scream as my veins started to throb. I felt like my skin was going to start melting as the drug spread throughout my body. The lights flickered in the room and I knew Boyd and Erica were responding to my cries of pain.
"STOP PLEASE! STOP!" I screamed as I felt blood rising in my throat.
"Say it. SAY IT!" Gerard growled in my face and I knew what he wanted.
"KILL ME! KILL ME! KILL ME!" I begged feeling weak but the pain was too much. In that moment, death would have been a sweet relief but I knew that wasn't the plan. Gerard pulled out his phone and looked at a message he must have received.
"Looks like our time is up. I'll be sure to send your regards to Derek myself." Gerard walked out of the room leaving me to deal with the pain and shock that the drugs were sending my body into. I felt tears rolling out of my eyes knowing that he was going after Derek and there was nothing I could do but lie here, wishing I was dead. The fire in my veins kept me screaming even after he left and ever so often the lights would flicker. I'd scream for them to stop moving but eventually shock wore me down and I passed out.
When I opened my eyes, my vision was blurry. My eyelids were heavy and my entire body was numb. I wanted to talk to Erica or Boyd but I couldn't. I couldn't get my voice to be above a whisper and the only thing I could think to do was sing.
"Little star, so you had to go. You must have wanted him to know. You must have wanted the world to know. Poor little thing.
Now they know." I kept my eyes on a spot on the ceiling as I whispered the song to myself, blinking slowly and using entirely too much energy to do so.
"I've been trying to get you to smile since you opened your eyes and all it took was a song." I knew I was hallucinating. Stiles had gotten out of here and I had been bleeding out for about an hour now. I remember exactly when he'd said those words to me. The day he'd taken me for a ride to pull me from the darkness I'd fallen into after he brought me back. He had been trying so desperately to make me want to live and over the last few months he'd succeeded. It was all bittersweet now that I was lying on this hard table in shambles.
"I'm so tired Stiles...I'm so tired." I breathed blinking once more and feeling like it was literally taking all the strength I had left just to do so.
"I know you are but I'm right here okay? Every thing is going to be okay. I'm right here." The words repeated in my head and when I closed my eyes tightly, he was gone. He let my head fall to the side and I just tried to keep breathing steadily through the pain. I didn't know how long I'd laid there, I didn't know what was going on with the others but when I heard footsteps coming down the stairs in the next room I was too out of it to panic. I was done.
"You know my families done this a long time. Long enough to know that there is a certain level of electric current that can keep a werewolf from transforming, another level that you can't heal, a level higher and you've got no supernatural strength. That kind of scientific accuracy makes you wonder where the line between natural and the supernatural really exists." It was Chris Argent. He was talking to Erica and Boyd and judging by their heartbeats, they were terrified.
"It's when lines like that blur, you sometimes find yourself surprised by what side you find yourself on." I heard Erica groan and then there was a loud snapping sound. The door to the room opened and Boyd rushed in looking utterly wrecked. Erica ran into Boyd's back and covered a sob that escaped her mouth just upon seeing me. Her makeup was running and she was breathing heavy.
"We've got to get you out of here." Boyd looked at my hands and realized the task was going to be much harder than it sounded.
"I told you...to go." I breathed.
"We aren't leaving you here." Erica cried stroking my hair. Boyd tried to pull the dagger out of my hand and I screamed.
"Please...please just go." I begged.
"Maggie...I can't leave you here. I won't." I wanted to badly to touch Boyd's face and make his frown disappear but I couldn't.
"You don't have time...leave me. I told you before...get out of Beacon Hills tonight." I said as firmly as I could.
"Go." The two of them turned towards the door as Chris Argent looked at me shocked and appalled by my condition. Boyd started to wolf out and I used all that I had in me to yell.
"BOYD!" I started coughing horribly, tasting the blood once more and Boyd turned his attention back to me.
"Get out of here and I will release her from the table to get her to safety. I don't know when they'll be back but I can't be caught trying to get all three of you out." Chris said moving towards the table.
"Boyd...I'm ordering you to go." Boyd sniffled and knelt down next to me.
"You aren't my alpha. You can't-" I cut him off.
"I'm your friend and I'm telling you to trust me. Both of you get out of here. I will see you again. I promise." I looked at Boyd and he got to his feet, kissing my forehead before looking back at Chris Argent.
"Hurry." He pushed. Boyd took Erica's hand and they both ran out of the room to hopefully get as far from Beacon Hills as they could. I was now left with Chris Argent standing over me looking me over.
"He did this to you?" He asked in disgust as he put his hand on the dagger of my right hand. I just looked up at him unsure of whether or not I could really trust him to help me. He twisted the dagger and pulled it out before I could let another scream out.
"I'm sorry...I'm so sorry." He said as he walked around and did the same to my other hand and my feet. My limbs felt too heavy to lift. I couldn't even begin to consider moving my body but he walked out of the room and returned with a pile of clothes.
"I didn't think he would take things this far. We have a code. We've always had a code." Chris watched as my wounds struggled to heal. He paced as he pulled my shirt back over my head. Just the leaning me up took my breath away.
"Easy...easy now." He noticed the syringe on the table of weapons and smelt it.
"Dammit." He threw the syringe at the wall and helped me finish getting dressed before checking my pulse.
"Why are you helping me?" I asked curiously. He looked a bit taken aback that I'd question the help but he was an Argent. Derek did bite his wife and she ended up taking her own life because of it. He was losing his daughter to her rage because of the whole thing and yet here he was helping me.
"I don't want my daughter to be a monster. I don't want her to follow in the wrong footsteps." He said sadly.
"You think...by helping me...it's going to change things?" I questioned. He shook his head at me.
"We've got to start somewhere." I held his gaze for a moment before nodding my head.
"You need to hurry up and find Scott then. Gerard is going after Derek and something tells me he'll be using Scott to get what he wants." I explained trying to force myself to stand but my knees buckled and Chris caught me.
"You're going to be healing a lot slower than you normally would but I can drop you off at the hospital-" I shook my head.
"You think Derek's going to listen to you? No I'll go with you. Just give me a second." I tried to bit my lip through the pain of standing but when I looked down at the hole still bloody in my foot I felt my head spin. Chris Argent picked me up bridal style and carried me out of the room, grabbing a blanket and rushing me to his car. I could only pray that I wouldn't regret trusting an Argent.
[Stiles POV]
My phone kept going off after I walked out of the bathroom. I knew my dad had texted Scott letting him know I'd come home but I didn't have it in me to talk to him right now. I'd cried for about 20 minutes before I pulled myself together enough to clean myself up and lie down. I was in shock. I didn't know where Maggie was, if she was okay, if they were hurting her, if she was even alive still. I wanted to rush around and put together a plan but my body felt like it weighed a ton. I was in pain and my head throbbed. I laid across my bed trying not to think about what had happened but every time I closed my eyes, I saw Gerard's men carrying Maggie away. I felt like such a failure. How could I just let them take her away? How could I just let her slip through my fingers like that again?
A knock at the door made me sigh. Dad didn't believe me when I told him I was fine but I guess that's just because he's not blind or stupid. He knew I was hurting. He knew I was on the edge of losing it.
"Dad I said I'm fine." I called out not moving. He answered with another series of knocks only making me more annoyed. I pushed off of the bed and opened the door.
"Come on Dad I said-" I was surprised to see it wasn't my dad at all. It was Lydia.
"Hi." Her voice was soft and she looked like she'd been crying.
"Hi." I replied holding the door in my hand. I didn't mean to stare at her but I was confused and a little surprised she even knew where I lived.
"Um...your father let me in." She explained gesturing down the stairs.
"He did? Oh yeah of course he did. If he can't get me to talk he might as well send someone else to." I shook my head knowing that I must get my subtly from my dad.
"What happened to your face?" She asked seeming genuinely concerned.
"It's nothing...don't worry about it. I'm fine." I lied. She let her eyes fall to the floor and something told me that she didn't really want to know how my face had gotten so mangled.
"I was looking for Maggie. She said to stay close and then she disappeared in the shuffle. She wasn't at home so I figured she might be here." Her voice was raw and desperate.
"No she's...she's not but you can still come in if you want." I opened the door wider looking to share my misery with someone else who had just lost someone they cared about. She walked in and kept her back to me making it clear she was holding back tears. I shut the door and walked towards her.
"How are you doing?" I asked genuinely.
"They wont let me see him. I'm supposed to give him something, he kept asking for it back." She cried but still wouldn't let me see her face. She reminded me of Maggie in that moment. When we were kids, Maggie hated to cry. Hated everything it symbolized. Sadness. Weakness. She would cover her face or run away before we realized what was going on but I always knew. I always knew when her eyes would flutter behind her glasses, when her bottom lip would quiver and she'd suck it into her mouth quickly to bite down on it in hopes she could get it to stop.
"Let me get you some tissues." I said walking out of the room to retrieve some. A few weeks ago, if Lydia Martin were in my bedroom looking for comfort I would have probably passed out or assumed I'd taken a large blow to the head but now I just felt like she might have a ounce of knowledge on just how horrible I felt with having someone you love torn away from you and feeling helpless. I grabbed a roll of toilet paper unable to find an actual box and she actually chuckled slightly when I handed it to her.
"Sorry, the whole grocery shopping thing has gone downhill since Maggie moved out. This was all I could find." She took a few pieces and blotted her face.
"That's okay. I'm such a mess, I'd take anything right now." She said as my phone beeped again. She picked it up and held it out to me seeming annoyed.
"You have 17 missed messages from Scott." I didn't bother taking it from her though which made her eye me strangely.
"I know." I sighed.
"You ignoring him?" She stood up from the bed still holding the phone.
"No...not really...I mean I'm just kind of out of it right now. A lot's happened tonight." I rubbed the back of my neck as she picked up some of the jewelry I had yet to return.
"Why do you have women's jewelry?" She asked looking at me strangely.
"Oh um...well I had gone shopping for your birthday after I asked Maggie to be my date...I figured I would get you something and then maybe a little something for Maggie to remember our first date by. Didn't exactly go as I planned. Nothing ever really goes as I planned when it comes to Maggie." I chewed on my busted lip remembering how mangled it was when I tasted blood.
"Jewelry is kind of a big thing to give to a girl for a first date." Lydia said rolling her eyes at the flat screen sitting among the gifts.
"I didn't end up giving her any of that stuff anyway. I found this emerald amulet necklace that belonged to my mom a long time ago, got it cleaned up but I haven't really found the right time to give it to her." I walked over to my night stand and pulled it out to show Lydia. She ran her fingers over it and her jaw dropped.
"Stiles...that's...that's gorgeous." She shook her head in disbelief but then smiled as she handed the necklace back to me.
"Well congratulations on finally telling her how you feel about her." She actually seemed proud.
"Are you not hearing me? It was a horrible decision." I pointed out putting the necklace back in the box and sitting it on my nightstand.
"Um…how is that a bad thing?" She seemed confused by my change in demeanor but a necklace wouldn't matter when it seemed our relationship was already cursed.
"Because I'm in love with her and it's a freaking nightmare. I'm going to lose her, I'm always losing her." Lydia put her hand on my arm trying to clam be down.
"Then don't let her go. Save her." I shook her hand off of me and gripped my forehead.
"I DON'T…I don't know how. I just…I don't know how." I took a deep breath and pinched the bridge of my nose trying to chill out. Lydia didn't deserve my anxieties spewed on her right now. No one did. When my phone beeped again she looked up at me with wide, concerned eyes.
"You're going to want to read this." She held the phone up to me and I read the message that Scott had sent me and felt my stomach tense. Why would he just send me things like that? Anyone could read my phone. I made a mental note to scold him later but right now I had to look at Lydia and try to convince her that she didn't just read something about him and Isaac moving Jackson's venom encased body to a warehouse.
"How much do you know about this stuff?" I took the phone from her and tossed it on my bed.
"Pieces...Maggie explained a little bit to me but half of it seems like a dream." She said gently.
"Well guess what? The other half is like a freaking nightmare." I said painfully.
"I don't care. I can help him. Maggie said I'm stronger than I know." I took a step back at Lydia's words.
"See that's the problem with you two. You don't care about getting hurt but you know how I'll feel? I'll be freaking devastated. All I can do is sit around here thinking about all the horrible things that are happening to you and wishing I could just take your place when I know that wishing and praying doesn't do a damn bit of good." I fumed making Lydia stare at me.
"And if you die, I will literally go out of my freaking mind. What you and Maggie don't seem to understand is that death doesn't just happen to you. It happens to everyone you leave behind. All the people left standing at your funeral trying to figure out what the hell we're supposed to do with our lives without you in it." I felt blood trickle down my chin from moving my mouth so much and was reminded of just how shitty I looked right now.
"Look at my face! You actually think this was meant to hurt me?! I walked away with some bruises and scabs and she'll be lucky to leave in pieces." I yelled in Lydia's face and instantly realized what I had just done when she flinched. I stepped back and threw my hands out.
"Oh...I'm...I'm so sorry." I apologized quickly. She took hesitant breath and met my gaze.
"It's okay." She said quickly. I didn't' know what else to say. I had seriously crossed a line and sorry didn't seem like enough.
"She'd die for you, you know? She told me." I stared at Lydia as she frowned.
"W-What?" I asked curiously.
"She'd told me that being in love made you do crazy things, things that could end up with her getting hurt but in the end it was worth it just knowing you were safe and alive." Lydia's words made my stomach turn. Knowing that Maggie said those things about me just made me feel unworthy.
"She said that she'd die for you but you wouldn't let her go anywhere you couldn't follow." Lydia said confidently.
"She Lord of the Ring's you?" I asked earning an eye roll.
"If you want to sit here that's fine. I'll find him myself." Lydia turned to walk out of my room.
"Lydia wait-" She spun around fiercely, shedding the look of the broken girl who'd just walked in a few moments ago.
"I'm not going to give up on him and you shouldn't give up on her either." That was the last thing she said before she stormed out of my house. I cursed myself silently for not chasing after her but I was scared. I was utterly terrified of what I would find. I'd seen Maggie die, I'd seen her fighting her way back from it. I didn't know what I'd find of her and that scared me more than anything.
Next Chapter: Scott and Isaac rush to get Jackson's body to safety and make a very unlikely ally on the way. Meanwhile Stiles faces his fears and tries to save the girl he loves before it's too late. The final battle between Derek and Gerard finally comes to a head with a few causalities along the way. Maggie gets a glimpse of just how powerful she is.
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