So last night made me really emotional like I cried within the first couple of minutes you think I'm playing but no my eyes hurts from aLL OF MY TEARS. Also, I hope you enjoy this chapter guys. Yeah.
"Come on Stiles, we have to go, we have to get Derek." Penelope said, helping her friend up. He sniffled, wiping his eyes and nose. She took one of his hands, intertwining their fingers and giving him a comforting squeeze. He nodded, his face looking blank. He moved to pull his hand away, but she only gripped tighter. He looked at her, seeing the fresh tears going down her cheeks, dripping from her chin. She smiled sadly at him. "Please," her voice cracked. "please don't let go."
They ran down the stairs hand in hand, reaching the elevator; Derek was still on the floor. Stiles let go of Penelope's hand, sinking to the ground next to the unconscious alpha. "H-his heart is still beating." she stammered out, gazing sadly at the older man. Stiles began to shake him, chanting his name, for him to get up. He began screaming, slapping him. Penelope sank to the floor, leaning on the elevator doors as she watched Stiles hit him over and over, demanding for him to wake up.
Stiles cocked his fist back, feeling desperate, wanting to do anything to wake Derek up. He flung it forward, but a hand shot up to stop it. He looked into Derek's now opened eyes, a wave of relief flooding him. Penelope crawled over to them, helping Derek sit up. "Are you okay?" she asked, placing a hand on his back. He took a deep breath in, looking over at her. "Where is she?" Penelope sat back as Derek and Stiles talked, not wanting to relive what happened.
Derek stood up, dusting himself off. "I have to get to Cora." "But what about the cops, they're gonna be here at any moment." Stiles looked from Derek to Penelope, knowing what he had to do. "I'll stay here and hold them off, you two go." "No, Stiles, absolutely not, if you stay, I'm staying. I can't leave you alone, what if the alphas are just out there lurking, they could come in and kill you, and I don't think I'd be able to handle that." Penelope grabbed his hands, looking up at him. "I can't lose another friend Stiles, I can't." Stiles sighed, looking her in the eyes. "They probably have already heard the sirens, they wouldn't stick around for that. Plus, they have Scott, they have no reason to still be out there. Now go, before they get here." He squeezed her hands as she did to him earlier before pulling away, turning her around and giving her a push. She looked back at him, not breaking eye contact as Derek took her by the arm, leading her down the hall. She gave him one last smile, one that said that everything would be fine, though they both knew it wouldn't, turning the corner with Derek, Stiles disappearing from her sight.
They ran to the car, speeding off, narrowly avoiding the police. They sat in silence, Derek texting Isaac. Penelope sat with her knees brought up to her chest, leaning on the window. "How long have you known?" she asked, unable to continue sitting quietly. He didn't answer, so she repeated herself. "Your whole life." he finally said. He said it slowly, quietly, barely audible. "Did you know me when I was little, because I don't remember you." "I did, I met you when you were a baby, but I didn't see much of you after that; your mother didn't want you exposed to the supernatural." Penelope clenched her teeth, sighing through her nose. "Do you know what I am Derek?" She looked over at him, holding angry tears. She saw him nod, and looked away, trying to keep her emotions in check. "You're not going to tell me, are you?" His silence was her answer.
They pulled into the lot, seeing Isaac, Allison, and Chris. Penelope flung the door open, running to Isaac, pulling him into a hug. He held her tightly, putting his face in her hair. "Oh thank god." he whispered, pulling back and kissing her forehead. "Where's Scott and Stiles?" they looked at Allison as she spoke. "Stiles is at the still at the hospital, holding off the cops." Penelope explained, letting go of Isaac. "What about the others?" "Jennifer took Melissa." Was Derek's reply. He walked over to the Argent's car, picking up Cora. Penelope watched as Allison's eyes widen, her eyes looking slightly glossy. "What about Scott?" Allison looked between Derek and Penelope, panic settling in her bones. Penelope looked away, covering her mouth with her hands. Derek put Cora into the backseat of his car, turning to the group. "He's with Deucallion."
"What, what do you mean he's with Deucallion, they took him?!" Isaac felt so many emotions swell up in his chest, the strongest being anger, anger at his alpha. How could Derek let that happen? "No, Isaac, he went with him, willingly." Isaac looked down at Penelope, her face towards the floor. "Wait, what do you mean, what do you mean he went willingly?!" Allison stepped towards her, placing her hands on the shorter girl's shoulders. Penelope slapped Allison's hands away, turning towards her, angry tears running down her cheeks. "He went with him, okay?! He felt like he had no other choice! The look on his face, you didn't see it, he was so broken, he didn't know what else to do! What else was he supposed to do, what would you have done in that situation?! His mom and his best friend's father are GONE, Allison, and they might DIE, so don't take that tone with me, don't, okay?!" Penelope lifted her hands, running them through her hair, hiccuping. "Oh god, they might die." She bit her lip, gripping her hair.
Isaac tried to grab her arms, but she pushed him away, taking a few steps away from him. "Don't." she whispered. She heard him sigh, the other's starting to discuss something, but she couldn't hear it. The reality of there situation finally set in; her friends could lose their parents and their lives. She held her breath, stopping the incoming panic attack from occurring. She breathed in and out, her breaths coming out slowly. She felt hands on her shoulders again, and this time she didn't smack them away. She turned to see Isaac looking down at her. "I'm going back with Derek, Mr. Argent and Allison are going to take you home, okay?" she nodded, wiping her nose with her sleeve. He grabbed her face, kissing her lips tenderly before breaking away, walking towards Derek's car. She slid into the back seat of Chris' car, giving him directions to her home.
She entered the house, seeing her mother sitting on the couch in her pajamas and robe. Paola's head snapped at the sound of the door opening; she got up, running to her daughter, pulling her into a hug. "I've called you so many times, I was so worried." Paola looked down at her daughter's face; it had dried blood on it. "Honey, what happened?" She took in her daughter's beat up appearance: she was barefoot, her shit ripped here and there, a gapping hole in her pants leg.
"Honey wha-" "Why didn't you tell me?" Penelope looked into her mother's eyes, her own were hard, cold. "Mom, why didn't you tell me?" she repeated, unable to fight the tremble in her voice. Paola knew what she was talking about, it had happened. "I had to protect you." "Protect me?! Mom, I almost DIED today, actually, I've almost died multiple times recently, yet you're telling me you were protecting me?!" Paola looked at her daughter in shock. "Scott's mom is gone, along with Stiles' dad, they were taken." her lip began to quiver. "Mom, how could you leave me there?" "Peter was there, if anything would have happened I knew he would-" "Well guess what, I had to protect him. That's right, he got hurt mom, and you weren't there to help." Paola felt as if she had been stabbed in the heart. "If you would've told me earlier about whatever the hell I am, we are, I probably could have helped earlier, maybe I could have stopped this from-" "No, it doesn't work like that Penelope!" Paola yelled out in frustration. "Oh really," Penelope grabbed her shoulder, spinning her around. She pushed her mother into a wall, placing her arm up against her throat. She felt her anger clouding her mind. "if it doesn't, then how does it work?" Paola breathed out, nostrils flaring. She looked into her daughter's eyes, knowing it was finally to come clean.
They sat down at the kitchen counter across from each other. "You see, our kind, we have a lot in common with werewolves, aside from what we turn into." She played with her hands, not meeting her daughter's eyes. "On the night of the full moon we don't just grow fangs and claws, we actually turn into our creatures-" "Don't dance around it, just tell me what we are." she sighed at Penelope's tone, but didn't speak on it. "We're werecats." Penelope wanted to laugh, it sounded absolutely ridiculous, but she knew her mother was telling the truth by her heartbeat. "We're much more agile, nimble even, compared to our canine counterparts, but our similarities are great: heightened senses, superhuman strength, the healing factor, all of that. We just have different, traditions if you will, from them."
She paused for a moment before continuing. "We don't - we don't tell loved ones what we are, until we know that they're the same, we do it to protect them from hunters, like the Argents. You see honey, you weren't showing any signs, so I assumed you were like your father, and I wasn't going to tell you." "Wait, wait, wait, dad's one too? Well, not really one, but, you know what I mean." "Yes, he is. He was born into a family of them, but never showed any signs, so he was never informed." Paola smiled, a sad look in her eyes. "Well, he wasn't informed for awhile, until he accidentally caught me on the night of the full moon." Penelope furrowed her brows, confused.
"You weren't home, maybe at someone's house, on an overnight field trip, I don't really remember. I just remember asking a friend who was like us to lock me up in my bathroom; you're dad was supposed to work late that night so I didn't think to lie and say I was working another late shift and go somewhere else for the night. When the moonlight hit me from the window, I heard the door open. All I could think was "not him, please god not him" as his scent filled my nose. He called my name, looking for me. When he found me in the bathroom, he freaked out, asking what happened, why I was chained up. When he tried to get close, I snapped. I tried to bite him, my fangs coming out. I tried to move my arms and legs, wanting to tear him apart. He screamed, tripping and hitting the floor. He scooted away, just staring at me. When the night ended he was still there, just looking at me. My friend came back, surprised to find your dad with me. He unchained me and left, and I explained everything to your dad, even calling your grandparents to get confirmation. He was never the same after that."
Penelope looked down at the counter, tracing its pattern. "Is that why he started drinking?" She lifted her head a bit, seeing her mother nod. "Did you know?" she stood up slowly, placing her hands on top of the cool stone. "You had to, didn't you? There is NO WAY in hell that you didn't know, right?" she felt her body becoming burning hot. "ANSWER ME!" she roared, shaking. Paola nodded, speaking quickly. "I wasn't sure, I didn't want it to be true, I-" "Do you realize what I went through, all because of you?! The verbal abuse, having to pick pieces of glass out of my wounds, patching my own self up every time? I was so afraid of living with him, and even when I TOLD you, you didn't acknowledge it, but you still knew." She turned her head away from her mother, not able to look at her anymore. She let out a yell, picking up her hands, balling them into fists, slamming them onto the counter, breaking the stone, going through the wood. She stormed out of the kitchen, ignoring her mother's voice as it called out her name.
She opened the door to her room, slamming it behind her. She looked around the room, dragging her dresser from one side of the room, putting it in front the door. She locked her window, drawing the curtains and blinds. She stripped down, putting on a new pair of sweats, crawling onto her bed. She hugged her knees, putting her head on them. She was still shaking. She let the tears fall, not caring whether she cried or not anymore. She looked at her floor, seeing the shirt she had been wearing, Scott's shirt. She leaned down, grabbing it, laying down with it. She put it to her face, letting his scent waft into her nose, feeling it make her feel a bit better. She laid there, thinking of her friends and how fucked up everything was. She thought of Stiles, who's father was kidnapped, of Derek, who's sister was dying, and of Scott, who's mother was not only missing too, but he himself was driven into the arms of the alpha pack. Scott. His name bounced around the inside of her head, echoing. She held his shirt tighter, feeling her breathing becoming erratic. She whimpered as the thought of more people dying popped up in her mind. She tried to calm down, but to no avail; she let out a loud, pain filled wail, sobbing into Scott's shirt, unable to control herself. She heard her mother knocking on her door, calling her name, but she screamed at her to go away, to leave her alone. She didn't want her mother to try to console her, she didn't want anyone to. All she wanted was for Sheriff Stilinski and Melissa to be okay and alive. She also wanted Scott to come back. She felt like she was being stabbed every time she thought his name, his broken face the only thing she could see. She continued to cry until she was too exhausted to make a sound, falling asleep, nightmares greeting her.
I got the werecat idea from something I read on tumblr, and then I did some research and honestly they are just like werewolves, aside from the species thing. I love the idea of it and if they ever brought it into the show, I would hope that they make the werewolves and werecats mortal enemies or something so there's that. I've been splitting episodes up a lot, it's honestly a lot easier. But anyways I can smell this season ending and it smells like shit I am not okay. also how do you feel about Scott's dad? [whispers] he's a diiiiiiiick. TELL ME IN A REVIEW LOVE YA XOXO