A/N: REWRITTEN
"Derek, who don't have much time," Deaton urged. "Derek!" He grabbed a whistle and blew it.
Derek's eye flew open and he looked around, taking in his surroundings, while panting.
"That sound. What was it?" He asked, sitting up. Deaton held up a dog whistle and smiled cheerfully.
Derek stood up and almost fell, but the vet caught him.
"You're gonna be weak for several hours." He looked at the puncture wounds on his arm.
"It actually happened."
"Don't worry. You're still an alpha. But, as usual, not a particularly competent one."
"Where is he?" The alpha asked.
"I wish I could tell you," the vet answered.
"Then how about you tell me what you're doing here,and why you're helping me?"
Deaton's face stayed neutral. "Helping your family actually used to be a pretty important part of my life. Helping you was a promise I made to your mother."
He took a step back from the vet. "You're the one my sister talked about. She said you're...some kind of an advisor?"
"She was right. And I have some advice that you need to listen to very closely right now. What Peter managed to do doesn't come without a price. He'll be physically weak, so he'll rely on the strength of his intelligence, his cunning. He's gonna come at you, Derek. He'll try to twist his way inside your head, preying on your insecurities. He'll tell you that he's the only way you can stop Gerard. Do not trust him."
"I don't trust anyone," Derek said.
"I know. If you did, you might be the Alpha you like to think you are. And unfortunately, the two people you should trust don't trust you at all."
"Scott and Madison." It actually made his chest ache knowing she didn't trust him anymore. Scott's trust was just a flesh wound compared to Madison's trust.
"He's with Stilinski right now. You need to find him, you need to find him as fast as you can. I've known Gerard for a long time, he always has a plan. And something tells me...it's going exactly the way he wants it too."
After Deaton left, he changed clothes and went to the Argent home. He was taking a risk going there, but he had to know if Madison was okay.
Climbing the tree next to her bedroom, he saw her sitting in the middle of her bed, legs crossed, picking the lint off the purple giraffe she had in her hands. He could the sadness in her eyes, but there were no traces of tears.
MADISON'S POV
I threw the stuffed toy behind me, and climbed off my bed. I put my hair up in a messy ponytail and looked around my room. Then my gaze stopped on my window.
I wasn't sure if Derek would drop by, but I decided to lock it.
Turning around, I saw Allison entering my room
"Are you coming?" She asked.
I frowned, my eyes locking with hers, "Where?"
"To go after Derek."
I ran my hand through my hair, frustrated as ever, "How many times do I have to say this? I'm not a hunter, nor will I ever be."
I noticed Allison clenching her jaw, "He forced our mother to kill herself."
"Don't you think I know that! I was there!" I took a moment to calm down, "I still won't help."
Allison chuckled darkly.
"This isn't you, Allie," I whispered.
"It is now," she told me, her fists curling up in a ball, "what if I tell Dad and Gerard about you and Derek?"
She wouldn't, would she?
"Maybe we can use you," she continued. This isn't my sister. "Or maybe when we find Derek, I'll cut him in half, just like Kate did to Elijah."
"What about Scott?" I asked, keeping my face neutral, "he's innocent."
"If he tries to stop me, if any of them do, I'll kill them. All of them."
The look she was giving me was like Kate all over again. This is what Gerard wants, to make a better version of Kate.
"Then what?" I began to walked closer to her with narrowing eyes, which she gladly returned. "Hmm? Do you really think you can handle killing someone? It changes you completely, you feel like you have lost yourself and you never feel the same again."
"I don't care," she said forcefully, "I just want Derek dead."
After doing a locator spell, I found Scott. He was at the police station. I got out of my car and went inside the building.
"Scott!" I called out, the hairs on my neck standing up. "Hello?"
I got no reply which made me nervous.
The sound of floorboards creaked behind me and I spun around only to come face-to-face with a gun that was held by Matt. Scott was standing a couple metres away from him.
I froze, not knowing what to do. I never had a gun pointed to my face.
"Madison," he greeted.
The back of the gun hit my head and I fell unconscious.
"This is the one controlling him?" That was the first thing I heard when I woke up. "This kid?" Was that Derek?
My head is killing me! I can feel the sticky dried blood on the side of my head.
"Well, Derek, not everyone's lucky enough to be a big, bad werewolf." Pause. "Oh, yeah, that's right. I've learned a few things lately. Werewolves, hunters, witches, kanimas. It's like a frickin' halloween party every full moon. Except for you, Stiles. What do you turn into?"
"Abominable snowman. But, uh, it's more of, like, a wintertime thing, you know, seasonal."
There was complete silence and I heard Scott yell out.
"Hey!"
"You bitch," I heard Stiles say.
I finally opened my eyes and lifted my hand to my forehead, to rub it. The minor wound had already healed.
I saw Cassie and Scott looked down at me with an expression I couldn't read, then Matt followed their eyes.
"Ah, you're awake," he mused, before pointing the gun at me again. "Get up."
I took in a deep breath and managed to get up by myself. I felt light-headed and started swaying. As I was going to fall, Cassie caught me.
"Get him off of me," Derek said, grunting with the weight of Stiles on him.
"Oh, I don't know, Derek. I think you two make a pretty good pair," Matt responded, crouching in front of the two. "Probably not as good as you and Madison, but I don't think you two will be together anymore considering you bit her mother." I narrowed my eyes at Matt. "It must kind of suck, though, having all that power taken away from you just from a little cut to the back of the neck. I bet you're not used to feeling this helpless."
"Still got some teeth. Why don't you get down here a little closer, huh? We'll see how helpless I am."
"Yeah, bitch," Stiles mumbled into Derek's chest. I suppressed a laugh at how dry it sounded. Now wasn't the time to laugh.
Headlights from a car peeked through the closed blinds and shined on the wall.
"Is that her?" Who's 'her'? He stood up and faced Scott. "Do what I tell you to and I won't hurt her. I won't even let Jackson near her."
"Scott, don't trust him!"
Matt grabbed Stiles, turning him on his back and pressed his foot up against his throat. "This work better for you?" Stiles's face was turning red.
"Matt!" I yelled.
"Hey. Stop. Just, stop."
"Then do what I tell you to."
"Okay." I hated the way Scott sounded. It was almost like he was broken. "Alright. Stop!"
Matt took his foot away and Stiles's face regained its colour.
"You, take them in there," he addressed to Jackson. Then he told Cassie to hand-cuff me, then Scott followed Matt.
"I'm sorry," Cassie apologised, cuffing one of my hands to a radiator.
Derek and Stiles were laying in front of me, still paralysed with Jackson.
"Don't be," I whispered, glancing at Jackson who was half transformed.
When Cassie left the room, I leaned back against the wall. It tension was killing me.
"Maddie?" I heard Stiles ask.
"Hmm?" I sounded.
"Where is your mum?"
"At the hospital," I said with no emotion, "in the morgue."
"Oh," he whispered, now feeling awkward.
A gun shot rang throughout the building, making me jump. Then there was yelling and Matt finally came back with Cassie and Scott, only this time Scott had a bullet wound.
"The evidence is gone," Cassie pointed out.
"Yeah," Scott agreed, "why don't you just go?"
"You think the evidence mattered that much, huh? No, no, I want the book."
The bestiary?
"What? What book?" Scott asked, confused.
"The bestiary," Matt answered. So I was right. "Not just a few pages, I want the entire thing."
"I don't have it. It's Gerard's."
Matt looked over to me, "You. You get it for me."
I scoffed, shaking my head, "What do you want it for?" I asked.
"I need answers."
"Answers to what?" Scott pressed on.
"To this." Matt lifted up his shirt and on the side were kanima scales. My eyes widened and he put it down.
"Call Gerard," he ordered me.
"Or what?"
Matt raised his gun and before I could even get a word out, he shot me in the leg. I shut my eyes tightly and my face scrunched up in pain as I screamed out.
I let out a shaky breath as I clamped my hand over the gun shot wound. The bullet didn't hit anything important, like bones or an artery. That was a relief.
I leaned back against the wall, trying to calm down my heart beat, so I wouldn't pump so much blood out of my body. It wasn't really working.
"Hey," Stiles whispered, "you know what's happening to Matt?"
"You know, the book's not gonna help him. You can't just break the rules, not like this."
"What do you mean?"
"Universe balances things out. Always does," Derek explained.
"Is it because he's using Jackson to kill people who don't deserve it?"
"Killing people himself," the Alpha corrected.
"So if Matt breaks the rules of the kanima, he becomes the kanima?"
"Balance," Derek murmured.
"Will he believe us if we tell him?"
"Not likely."
"Okay, he's gonna kill all of us when he gets that book, isn't he?"
"Yep."
I took my hand off my thigh and began to take my jacket off, revealing a very thin tank top that showed the sides of my bra.
"What are you doing?" Stiles asked, looking at me with wide eyes. He was blushing softly.
I rolled my eyes. Males...
"I need to stop the bleeding," I panted, "I've already lost a lot."
There was a lot of blood and it was making me feel queasy.
Hot tears were slowly falling down my face. Suppressing a scream, I lifted my leg slightly to put my jacket around my wounded thigh. I grunted, tying the sleeves in a knot.
"Why aren't you healing?"
"It's not a minor wound so it's not gonna heal."
"You're not gonna die, right?" He asked with a sad tone that instantly made me want to break down. When I didn't answer, he called out my name, "Maddie?"
Instead of answering his question, I said, "If I can get to my car, I stitch this up." The truth was: I didn't know if I was gonna heal. I've never been shot at.
I wiped away the tears with the back of my hands.
"Okay, so what do we do? Do we just sit here and wait to die?" He asked aloud.
"Unless, I can figure out a way to push the toxin out of my body faster. Like triggering the helping process." I saw Derek shift his claws out and stick them into his thigh, drawing blood.
"What? Oh, what are you doing?" Stiles had a disgusted look plastered on his face. "Oh gross."
My heartbeat had calmed down from the adrenaline. But by now my jacket was almost completely wet from my blood.
"So is that hypothetical situation we talked about getting any less hypothetical?" Stiles asked.
"I think so," Derek whispered. "I can move my toes."
Stiles sighed. "Dude, I can move my toes."
"And, I can't move my leg," I said, drawing out the 'and'.
Then all the power went out, making me jump, sending a jolt through my wounded leg. I winced. An alarm started blaring and the back up lights turned on.
Guns were being shot and the sound of glass was breaking.
Scott returned to the room just as smoke began to surround the outside of the office.
"Take him," Derek said, getting up.
He walked over to me, crouching in front and broke the hand cuff off from the radiator.
I sighed in relief, moving my wrist around.
He held his hand out to me when he stood up. I stared at his palm, before placing my hand in his. He lifted me up and I instantly jerked my hand away from him, ignoring the hurt expression on his face.
"Go," I told him.
"You've been shot, I can't leave you," his voice was full of emotion.
"Just go, Derek," I murmured.
He was hesitant, but fully shifted and left the room.
As I limped through the halls of the police station, I kept hearing growling, hissing and footsteps, which was making the anxiety bubble up inside of me.
I stopped when I heard Scott's voice.
"What are you doing here? It wasn't supposed to happen like this."
"Trust me, I'm aware of that." Gerard?
"I've done everything that you've asked of me. I'm part of Derek's, I've given you all the information that you wanted, I told you Matt was controlling Jackson–" Oh my...why would Scott do that?
"And leave him to us." What does that mean? "Help your friends. Leave Matt and Jackson to me. Deal with your mother. Go."
A metal clanking sound echoed in the hallway.
"You dropped this."
"Go!"
Once the sound of footsteps disappeared, I quickly ran, well limped, out of the police station. When I reached my car, I the passenger door and opened the glove box. The first aid kit wasn't there.
Taking in a deep breath, I closed the car door and checked the boot. Under a blanket, there it was.
I quickly grabbed it and shut the boot.
The sound of footsteps made me press up against my car. Peeking around the corner, I saw Gerard walking to his car.
I gasped in pain as it felt like my leg was on fire.
Then the footsteps stopped.
"Is someone there?" His voice echoed throughout the car park.
I need to get out of here. He can't find me.
The woods were my closest escape and I limped away, deep into the dark and eerie forest. When it looked safe enough to rest, I sat down at the bottom of a tree trunk.
I took off my jacket, then started looking for medical scissors in the kit. Grabbing them, I made square cut on my jeans, revealing the bullet wound. Quickly taking my phone out, I put the torch light on and shined it over my wounded thigh. Taking in a deep breath, a shaky one, I hesitated before putting my fingers in the wound, trying to get the bullet. I clamped my mouth shut, refusing to let out a scream. Finally, my finger tips latched on to the bullet and got it out.
I put gauze over the wound and went to look in the first aid kit.
"Madison," a voice called.
Jumping, I looked up and saw Derek. Why can't he go away?
"What do you want?" I asked coldly.
Only he didn't reply. He walked closer and crouched in front of me.
"I'm sorry."
"Why? You didn't shot me." I knew exactly what he was apologising for, but I was trying my best to act normal and not yell at him.
My bloodied fingers grabbed the needle and pushed the thread through the loop of the needle.
"You should of gone to the hospital," he told me.
"I'm not going there." There was no way I would go back to the place where I last saw Mum's dead body. "Too many questions will be asked."
After an extremely painful moment of stitching up the hole in my leg, I packed up the first aid kit.
As I was about to get up, Derek put his hand near the wound, taking away the pain.
I sigh in relief, before taking his hand off and standing up, grabbing the kit. I began limping my way back to my car.
Hearing footsteps behind me, I instantly knew he was following me.
"I–"
"I don't wanna hear it," I cut him off.
"Would you just let next explain?" He pleaded.
I stopped walking and turned to face him.
"Explain what!" I yelled, making thunder crack in the sky. I had never done that before, but I didn't care at the moment. "You didn't tell me, but you should've. You lied to me."
"She was trying to kill Cassie and Scott." He didn't raise his voice.
What?
"Then you do something else other than bite her!" Taking in a deep breath, I let out a humourless chuckle. "I asked myself why you'd do this to me. At first, I thought it was some sort of payback for what Kate did." I ran a bloodied hand through my hair as a fresh set of tears started streaming down my face. "I didn't do anything to deserve this. I never told Gerard about what I new or how I new it, I kept my mouth shut." Derek was now standing in front of me. "I hate you." My heart jumped.
He shook his head, "No, you don't."
"I should...I should hate you."
"Maddie," he whispered, sadness washed across his face. I shook my head and began to walk back to my car.
I didn't think I needed to say we're over because I'm sure he knew we were way past over.