Chapter 12

"If Jackson doesn't know what he's doing, then he probably doesn't know that someone is controlling him." Allison said from the other line as Scott and Stiles sat in the Sheriff's office. The two were in a three way call with Sam and Allison.

Scott, who had been pacing around while his girlfriend talked, walked over to the desk and placed his hands on the desk. "Or he doesn't remember."

"It could be," Sam cut in, "that whoever is controlling him doesn't want Jackson to remember."

Stiles nodded his head. "Maybe but what if it's the same kind of thing that happened to Lydia when she took off from the Hospital?" he inquired.

"A fugue state?" Allison asked.

"He'd have to forget everything, the murder." Stiles stated

"Getting rid of the blood." Allison added.

"And let's not forget that he didn't just record himself." Sam jumped in causing looks of confusion to be traded between his two friends. "The video, someone helped him with that." He clarified.

Scott nodded his head. "Whoever is controlling him."

"Are you sure that Jackson has no clue about any of this?" Allison cut in.

Stiles rolled his eyes. "He thinks he's still becoming a werewolf and that being with Lydia somehow delayed the whole thing." He said as if it were the most ridiculous thing he ever heard.

"I think he takes a pill of stupidity every morning." Sam quipped dryly. He wasn't bothered by Jackson breaking up with Lydia, it's what he wanted since they got together.

"So do we try to convince him that he's not?" Allison questioned.

"If it helps find out who's controlling him, then yeah." Scott nodded as Stiles stood up looking down at the phone with Allison's name displayed on the screen.

"Do you think he'll talk to us after what we did?" There was disbelief in Allison's voice.

"She has a point." Sam said. "If I were him and you chained me up in the back of a police truck I'd kick your asses."

"Yeah but it's us, he'll talk to us," he looked up at Scott and raised a brow. "Right?"

Later, Scott and Stiles sat in front of Sheriff Stilinski as the man read them the restraining order clauses. "You will not go within 50 feet of Jackson Whittemore." Sheriff Stilinski read loud. "You will not speak to him. You will not approach him. You will not assault or harass him physically or psychologically." He dropped the clipboard and turned his serious gaze on the boys in front of him.

Everyone traded uneasy glances but, of course, Stiles broke the tense silence. "What about school?" he asked curiously.

"You can attend classes while attempting to maintain a 50-foot distance."

"Okay, well, what if we both have to use the bathroom at the same time and there's only two stalls available and they're only right next to each other?" The only response he got from his father was a stern glare. "I'll just hold it."

Scott shot him an incredulous look before shaking his head wondering why his best friend just couldn't be quiet.

The Sheriff grabbed his son by the arm and dragged him out of the room until they stood at the door. "Do I need to remind you just how lucky we are that they aren't pressing charges?" he demanded from his son.

"Oh, come on, it was just a joke." Stiles lied.

"A joke?"

"Yes, I didn't think it would be taken this seriously." Stiles told him earning a deadpanned look from the Sheriff. "Dad, humor's very subjective, okay? I mean, we're talking multiple levels of interpretation here."

"Uh-huh." John said disbelievingly.

"Uh-huh." Stiles paroted.

"Okay, well how exactly am I supposed to interpret the stolen prison transport van, huh?" he asked staring his son in the eyes, trying to get him to see how big a deal this situation could have been.

Stiles threw his hands in the air. "We filled the tank!" he defended himself as Scott and Melissa walked out of the room and around them.

Scott tried to stop to talk to Stiles but his mother pushed him. "Move!" she ordered sternly. They walked down the hall until Melissa grabbed her son by the shoulder and turned him around. "It's not just this." She said. "Although a restraining order is a new low that I didn't think you would reach quite this soon." Scott exhaled out of his nose. "It's everything on top of it." She began down the list holding out one finger. "The completely bizarre behavior, the late nights coming home, having to beg for Mr. Harris for you to make up the Chemistry test that you missed."

Scott frowned confused. "I missed a Chemistry test?" he asked.

"Really, Scott?" she asked incredulously. "Really?" Scott rolled his eyes and that was the last straw for his mother. "I have to ground you, I am grounding you. You are grounded!" she was flustered but completely serious.

"What about work?" Scott questioned.

"Fine…" she knew that her son needed to work for money. "Other than work. And no T.V."

"The TVs broken."

"Then no computer."

"I need the computer for school."

"Then no, uh…" she trailed off and glanced around before noticing that her son's best friend was standing behind her watching them. She spun around to face her son triumphantly. "No Stiles."

Stiles's eyes widened and he began to walk forward. "What-no Stiles?" he asked in disbelief.

"No Stiles!" she exclaimed loudly causing Stiles to back up. "And no Sam, and no more car privileges, give me your keys." She ordered angrily. She was emotional, she couldn't believe that her son was arrested and now had a restraining order out on him. "Give them to me!" she snapped when she noticed her son hadn't moved.

Scott pulled his key chain out and she snatched them from his hands before going through the keys trying to pull the key off. "Oh, for the love of God." She grunted.

Seeing that his mother was having a little trouble, plus her frustration, he reached forward. "Mom, do you want me to…"

"No." she denied curtly as she focused on getting the key off the chain, becoming more frustrated with every passing moment.

"Mom, come on let me just…mom." He reached forward and closed his hands around hers, stopping her from jerking the key. "Mom."

She sighed, calming herself down, and looked up at him. "What is going on with you?" she wanted to know. "Is this about Allison?" she asked.

Behind her, Stiles began to shake his head but Scott didn't notice as he stared into his mother's concerned brown eyes. He could see how much this was hurting her, being confused as to why he was acting differently. He wanted to tell her. Not lies but the truth. "Do you really want to know?" he asked.

"Yeah." She nodded her head.

Behind her, Stiles was still shaking his head and this time, Scott saw him. "Uh…"

"Is this about your father?" she asked. Stiles nodded his head. "It is, isn't it?" Stiles nodded his head and Scott was still surprised by the turn of events that he wasn't able to answer. "Okay, you know what, um…we'll talk about this at home. I'm gonna go get the car." She said before walking away leaving Stiles and Scott watching her back with the latter feeling guilty.

(SOT)

The skies were dark while the moon, only a couple days from being full, hung in the air with a mystical lunar glow that hung over the city of Beacon Hills.

Down the street drove five SUVs, in the front seat of the leading SUV was Gerard Argent with four other men also occupying the vehicle; Gerard's blue eyes had a steely look in them and in his hands was an electric rod while the men sitting in the back and beside him held guns.

"We're coming up on the house, sir." Said the blonde driver before glancing over at Gerard.

"Good." The older man said before pulling out a walkie and pressing the button. "I don't think I need to remind you but I will anyways, our targets are all of the Kitsune, they're crafty creatures that could escape at a moments notice if you hesitate." He told them.

"Yes, sir." He got in reply.

"I understand that some of you have hesitation about attacking children, where there are three of them in this household, but imagine those same children changing into monsters and attacking those you care about." He gave them a moment to let his words sink into their heads. "Attack with the intent to kill and beware of their abilities, specifically the father and son."

"Yes, sir."

The SUVs turned off their lights as they circled a moderate sized house, a house that had it's light dimmed but Gerard knew the occupants were there. "Stop." He ordered causing the SUVs to stop circling while his specific SUV stopped in front of the lawn that lead to the door of the house. "SUV five, keep your eyes on the back door while the rest of you come to the front."

They did as said as everyone climbed out of their cars carrying various sizes of guns. They set up their weapons and aimed them at every point of the house that the creatures could exit from.

Gerard's sharp eyes narrowed. He knew that the family of Kitsune knew they were here, they're hearing were just as good as a werewolf. "What ever door opens, take down who comes out." He ordered.

After five minutes of standing there watching the house with a tense air around them. Despite their leader's words, some were still hesitant to hurt a child, despite what they were but they knew it had to be done for one reason: a killer comes in all shapes, all sizes, and all ages.

Suddenly, the back door slammed open and a figure stood there with the dim lights on behind the figure, they couldn't see the face of the person but that didn't matter as they were ordered to take out whoever exited.

Without a second thought, they let loose on the figure while firing their guns. The figure stumbled with each bullet that hit him or her before it fell forward and down the stairs of the back porch. The guns stopped as they inspected the figure. "What was that?" Gerard's voice asked through their walkie.

A redhead man brought his walkie to his lips. "Someone tried to exit from the back."

"Which one?"

The redhead peered through the dark but still couldn't tell whom it was laying on the ground. "It's too dark, just one moment." He said before glancing at the two men standing on either side of him, watching him. He nodded and made a gesture to follow.

The three men ventured forward until they were standing over the hooded body lying on his or her stomach. The redhead kicked the body over, turning the person on their back. All three men jumped when they saw it was a scarecrow made completely of straw. They had been tricked.

The backdoor to the house slammed closed causing them to look up at it before the redhead brought the walkie up to his lips. "Gerard, it was a-ack!" he choked when something gripped his neck, cutting off his source of oxygen. His gloved hands dropped the gun and walkie before flying to his neck but felt nothing there.

The African-American men that had followed him looked at him alarmed. "Alexander! Are you alright?" the taller of the two asked but got no response as the redhead, Alexander, fell to the ground holding his neck as if he were being choked, which he was but neither of them could tell. "Alexander!"

"What's going on? What happened?" Gerard asked from the fallen walkie.

The shorter African-American man grabbed his walkie. "Gerard, this is Carter, Alexander is-ah!" he gasped his hands dropped their items also and flew to his head, gripping tightly. A searing pain was storming in his head and growing with each thought.

The tallest watched as his other partner fell to the ground groaning in pain. "Carter, what the hell is...oomph!" he exclaimed as his head was jerked forward as hit with something from behind and fell forward unconscious.

Alexander had fallen unconscious from lack of oxygen and Carter was losing his vision as his face turned red before he also fell unconscious.

The last two men standing there, who had watched everything go down, rushed over to aide their fallen partners. The each kneeled over Carter and Alexander. "What's wrong with them?" the short brunette asked pulling down Alexander's collar and saw what looked like hand prints but knew from the size that it had been Alexander's hands. "It was like he was choking."

"And I have no idea what to make of Carter." The other brunette said.

They didn't notice a figure appear out of nowhere from behind them as they focused on their fallen partners. The figure eyes were glowing green. "Sumno." The voice seemed to echo to the men before they fell over, asleep.

Sam eyed the two that had just fallen over asleep. There was a reason he hadn't hurt him like he had the others, he could sense that they didn't want to hurt this family as much as the rest surrounding them. He spared them injury. They're lucky, he was on such a magic high, he was ready to take on the world!

With a humph, Sam walked over to the backdoor. "Invisique." He muttered turning invisible. The backdoor opened and then slammed closed.

In the front, Gerard had the walkie to his mouth. "Alexander? Carter? Anyone? Do you hear me? What happened?" he asked but got no answer. He turned to the man who had driven his SUV and frowned. "Take two men and check on them, take down anyone with no hesitation."

"Yes, sir!" they said before the three men ran around the back.

Gerard waited a couple moments until his walkie went off. "Sir, they're all unconscious." He heard.

"What? Do you see any injury?" he asked.

"On Charles, it looks like he was struck in the back of his head with something blunt while Alexander has handprints on his neck but Carter…ah!" he heard three yells before the walkie stopped.

Gerard didn't bother seeing if they were all right before turning to the men standing behind him. "You five," he pointed out, all stood straighter, "I want you to go into the house with precaution and be ready for anything, it looks like they aren't going down without a fight."

The five, two women and three men, nodded their heads before grabbing their guns and walked forward to the front door. The Asian woman kneeled at the door and pulled out a small screw knife before sticking it into the lock. After unlocking both locks, she opened the door quietly and poked her head into the house to get a good look before glancing over shoulder and walking into the house with them falling after her.

As the five walked in with their guns up, the door slammed shut behind them causing them all to look over their shoulders, startled. "We should leave now." A tall man with an Italian accent said. "It's obvious they were ready for us." He said.

"It doesn't matter." Said a blonde woman as she pulled out a dual pistol match her other. "We knew that there was a chance of this happening so we finish the mission and go home." She said.

None of them voiced their protest nor noticed Sam standing behind them as they continued to walk forward. When one glanced behind them and saw Sam, they went to gasp but Sam held his hand out and fisted it.

The gasp got caught in the man's throat, a medium sized balding Caucasian, and his face immediately began to turn red from lack of oxygen. He stopped, unnoticed by his squad. Sam waved his hand and the basement door the man was standing in front of opened and he was thrown down there, head first.

When the door slammed shut, the four hunters turned around but saw no one there. "Where's Asher?" The Italian asked. "He was standing behind me." He said walking forward to the basement door and tried to open it but couldn't. "It's locked." He reported before turning to the Asian woman and black haired man. "Susan, Sebastian, come over here and help me." The two nodded and went to help their friend.

The blonde stood there crossing her arms over her chest and sighed. Of course Asher would get caught first, he's always the weak link.

Glancing around, she narrowed her eyes when she saw a shadow dash across from upstairs and immediately snuck her way over to the stairs. She didn't need backup to take down a couple of mutts. Tip-toeing her way up the stairs with her guns drawn, she kept her keen eye out for the slightest movement as she made it to the top of the stairs.

When she made it up stairs, she crept forward carefully with both guns drawn. As she did, she didn't notice Brandon Wasser standing there with glowing blue eyes, sharp fangs and claws drawn. He stormed after her silently.

The blonde narrowed her eyes and turned around aiming her guns at the man before firing, or she tried. As she pressed on the gun's trigger, she found that they seemed to be stuck or broken. "What?" she hissed confused.

She began to back away as the kitsune leader got closer. "Weapons not working? I gotta thank that kid for this later." Brandon sneered at her.

The blonde reared her hand back and tried to slap the man with the buck of the gun but he caught her by the wrist before it could hit him. "Normally I don't put my hands on women but I do when they threaten my family." He told her.

With that, he swung her around and slammed her, face first, against the wall beside them. There was a sickening crunching sound of bones being broken and blood splattered on the wall also down her face before she fell to the ground, unconscious.

Brandon didn't try assisting her since he knew that she wouldn't die and stepped over her body.

Downstairs, the three had given up trying to open the door after Susan tried to pick the lock. The Italian man drew his gun and aimed it at the door. "Let's just blow it down…ah!" he gasped clutching at his throat as his breathing stopped but it didn't stop there.

Susan and Sebastian watched as their partner began to float in the air before being thrown against the wall, then the ceiling and then dropped harshly onto the ground still gasping for breath.

Susan went to aid him but was struck down by a bat thrown from the living room. It struck her in the side of the temple, knocking her unconscious.

Sebastian turned towards the living room to see a woman with long blonde hair standing there with glow eyes, long fangs and claws. Her face twisted into an animalistic form of anger.

Sebastian stumbled away and headed towards the door without taking his eyes off of the woman but when he faced forward he saw a sixteen-year-old boy standing there. That wasn't what stopped him dead in his tracks, it was the veins that was just under his eyes and displayed on his hands, which were pointed at him. His lips tilted up into a dark smile. "Uh-oh." He muttered.

With a flick of his wrist, Sebastian was sent flying into the living room, head first, heading straight for the ceiling fan that was turned on. The man gasped when the speeding fan struck him in the forehead and he fell to the ground, shattering the glass table.

He groaned before he pushed himself onto his back with his eyes closed. When he opened them, he immediately closed them as a blistering pain erupted in his head causing him to scream, not even able to make a complete sentence or pronounce a word.

Sam had his hand clenched as he stood over the screaming man; his eyes were blank with disinterest in the man's pain. The black veins on his face were fading faster than the ones that were displayed on his hands and crawling up on his forearm. His sleeves were rolled up to display the veils and his t-shirt was a v-neck, it was easy to see the black veins crawling up neck from his arms.

Marie noticed that the man wasn't falling unconscious as quickly as the others she had seen the witch use his powers on. She narrowed her eyes. "Samuel, I think that's enough." She said but the witch didn't seem like he had heard her. She walked over to him and placed a hand on his shoulder causing his head to snap in her direction. "That's enough, you're going to kill him at this rate."

The witch glanced down at the man who was still under the pressure of his mental pain infliction. With a flick of his wrist, the man's head was jerked to the right, giving him whiplash and knocking him unconscious. "Fine." He muttered, his eyes fading back to their original color.

Brandon walked into the living room carrying the blonde woman he had knocked unconscious. "We still have seven more to take care of."

Sam shook his head, clearing himself of the foggy feeling his magic was causing, the veins on his neck returned to their normal color but his hands and arms kept their dark appearance. "No we don't, go get the bodies and bring them to the front, I'll handle them."

"I'm not about to be ordered around by a child the same age as my son." Brandon stated tensely.

"This child just saved your family from being massacred in your sleep, unprepared." Sam countered turning to him. "I could have let this happen without anyone being the wiser but I didn't, now stop being a stubborn old man and do what I said." But then shrugged. "Unless you think you can withstand bullets."

Marie saw the tenseness in her husband's shoulder at the witch's cavalier attitude and walked over to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Let's just do what he said, it's the least we can do after he did this." She muttered and pulled his arm to follow her, and continued to do so when he didn't put up a fight.

Sam rolled his eyes before heading over to the front door. He pulled his hood over his head and opened the door.

Gerard and the other six men behind him, aimed their guns and went to fire, but after a quick chant in Latin, Sam rendered their weapons useless. The hunters struggled to fire their guns but the trigger was stuck. "Don't bother." Sam called to them all earning their attention.

Gerard narrowed his eyes at hooded boy and peered through it, he frowned seeing it was the Mellal witch. "So, you're the reason my men have failed."

"I'm the reason that the fox parents haven't come to tear your throats out."

Gerard hummed making a hand gesture behind his back, the six men behind them interpreted the hand sign as them to draw their pistols. "Is that so?" he asked coyly. "Tell me," he began to walk forward, "did they kill my men?"

"No, because unlike you, they're not monsters." Sam replied crossing his arms over his chest.

Gerard's eyes were drawn to the black marks on the boy's arms and began to chuckle. "Oh, so that's how it is?" he asked. Sam raised a brow. "Another Mellal witch being sucked in by the Dark Arts."

Sam blinked confused. "What do you mean by that?" he asked.

"Oh, you mean, you don't know?" Gerard asked. "Well, you should read up on the Mellal family and learn a little bout your heritage, which you could do if you would leave the kitsunes to their fate or suffer the same as them."

The witch narrowed his eyes at the man. There were many ways he could know about his family but the first possible way that came to mind was Alexis Rogue. Sam clenched his teeth when he felt blood beginning to drip from his nose and a headache was beginning to bloom. He overused his magic. Gerard noticed.

"It doesn't really matter, if I don't kill you, you'll kill yourself using that kind of magic." He gasped as Sam clenched his hand. It felt like a hand was wrapped around his throat and was trying to choke the life out of him.

The six men behind Gerard bared their guns at Sam, who immediately saw. He narrowed his eyes and his eyes began to glow. As the men went to fire at Sam, they froze. Slowly but surely the guns began to turn away from Sam while the hunter's hand shook as they struggled to stop their hands but the control Sam had over them was strong. Their hands didn't stop until the pistols each held was pointed at their own heads. "This is how things are going to go, Gerard." Sam said darkly. "You could either leave with all your people alive or I could let these men shoot themselves in their heads."

Gerard narrowed his eyes, judging the boy to see if he was serious or bluffing. "Sir." A man whimpered from behind him.

Sam tilted his head. Gerard flinched when a gunshot fired off and spun around. There was his man standing with the pistol pointed into the air before returning it to it's original place with it pointed at his temple. "Don't think that I won't end them, a murder for any cause is still a murderer."

"Wouldn't you be a murderer for killing them?" Gerard spat angrily, knowing his hands were tied either way. If he didn't leave there was the possibility of losing six men and if he left the Kitsune would roam free.

"I'm not going to kill them." Sam countered. "I'm not forcing them to pull the trigger, I just stopped them just before they pulled it at me, let's say…their arms are frozen and I redirected their aim to their heads, if I drop the spell, they'll drop themselves." Gerard grinded his teeth. "So, what do you say?" Sam questioned with a smile.

(SOT)

The next day, Allison walked into the Library sending subtle glances around for her boyfriend, she sent a sly glance to the camera hanging above the door before heading through the aisles of books and pulled out an electronic pad before sticking it through the books. On the other side were Sam, Scott and Stiles.

Scott grabbed it before zooming in on an entry about a Kanima. "It's everything Lydia could translate and trust me, she was very confused." Allison said.

"If Lydia was confused doing this, there's no way I could have translated it." Sam muttered as he read the entry of Scott's shoulder.

"What did you tell her?" Scott asked looking through the row of books.

Allison turned and crossed her arms over her chest. "That we were part of an online gaming community that battles mythical creatures." As much as she struggled, she couldn't stop the amused smile from crossing her face.

Scott and Sam snorted in laughter while Stiles sighed. "I am part of an online gaming community that battles mythical creatures." He admitted.

Sam covered his mouth while Allison reeled back a little surprised. "O-oh, great." She said trying not to laugh.

"Okay, does it say how to find out who's controlling him?" Scott asked.

"Not really but Stiles was right about the murderers." Allison said.

"Stiles's was right, that's shocking." Sam muttered earning a glare from his friend, which went ignored by the witch.

"It calls the Kanima a weapon of vengence." Allison stated. "There's a story in there about the South American priest who used to Kanima to excuse murderers in his village."

"All right, see? So maybe it's not all that bad."

"Stiles, we're the ones who wanted to kill it." Sam pointed out unashamed.

Allison cleared her throat and glared. "Stop interrupting me." She ordered.

"Sorry." They both apologized.

"Until the bond grows strong enough that it killed whoever he wanted it to."

"All bad, all very, very bad." Stiles said deadpanned.

"Here's the thing though. The Kanima is actually supposed to be a werewolf but it can't be…" Allison trailed off when she saw a girl putting a book away.

"Until it resolves that in its past which manifested it." Scott read from the entry on the Kanima.

"Okay, if that means that Jackson could use a few thousand hours of therapy, I could've told you that myself."

"Wait, maybe it has something to do with his parents." Sam said earning their attention.

"That's what I was thinking." Allison said. "His real parents." She added when Scott and Stiles traded confused looks.

"Yeah, but does anyone actually know what happened to them?"

"Lydia might." Stiles said.

"Erica's father was the insurance adjuster who investigated his parent's case." Sam added.

Allison raised a brow. "How do you know that?" she asked.

Sam snorted. "I did some searching through the police files after Derek and I found out that there were people connected to the arson." He stated. "But I didn't look to far into the file and it's probably moved by now."

"So, Lydia is our safest bet."

"Well, what if she doesn't know anything?" Scott asked.

"Well," Allison said putting a book away, "he doesn't have a restraining order against me, I'll talk to him myself."

"Okay, what do I do?" Scott asked.

"You have a make-up exam remember?" Allison reminded.

Scott snorted before turning to Stiles and Sam, both who aced their exam. They nodded their heads in agreement. Scott looked uneasy and Sam rolled his eyes. "If it makes you feel any better, I'll go talk to him with her."

"It would." Scott said.

"I can take care of myself." Allison told them.

"Well, not only would it make Scott feel better it would give me something to do, so I'm coming." Sam stated.

"Alright but if he does anything…" Scott trailed off.

"Like?" Allison prompted.

Stiles tuck his head through the bookshelf. "Anything evil."

Allison placed her hand on his forehead and pushed his head back.

(SOT)

Allison stuck her head around the corner with her heels in her hands while Sam stood hiding behind the corner. "What's he doing?" Sam hissed.

"I don't know, let's go." She ordered. The two crept forward, slowly, and followed in the direction Jackson went in.

Allison, a little ahead of Sam, made it to the locker room door went to open it when it swung open revealing Matt standing there. They startled each other; Matt chuckled placing his hand on his chest. "You just scared the hell out of me." He said.

"Sorry, I wa-I was just, um, I was-nothing." She stuttered. Sam walked up behind her earning a quick glance from Matt.

"Ah, that's a-nice heels." He said still a little thrown.

"Oh! Yeah, uh, my feet were hurting so I…" she trailed off.

Sam frowned watching Matt closely.

"Same reason I never wear mine." He said as Allison put her heels back on.

"What?"

Matt realized his mistake and shook his head. "Uh, forget it." He sighed. "Hey, did you hear about the underground show? Apparently, they've got some big names spinning."

"Ooh, you mean like a rave?" Allison asked.

"Oh, is it still a rave if you don't roll? I just call it a party?" Without Matt noticing, Sam tapped the middle of Allison's back impatiently. "But hey, I got a friend who can hook us up with tickets-"

Sam's eyes widened. "Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!" he exclaimed moving forward and in front of Allison. "Are you hitting on her?" he asked, almost aggressively. Over protectiveness of not only Scott but Allison filled Sam's veins and his magic roared under his skin just tempted to throw the boy down the hall but Sam controlled it.

"Uh, that was the idea and none of your business so, Allison?" he asked looking past Sam. "Want me to get one?" he asked.

Allison shifted a little nervously at the tenseness in the witch's shoulder and the fact that they needed to talk to Jackson. She touched his bare wrist and fought the urge to pull back when she noticed the vein in his arms looked like they were darkening, becoming visible. "Uh, yeah, yeah, sure." Allison said distracted.

Matt nodded walking forward. "All right, cool, um it's Friday, so…looking forward to it." He said before walking away.

"What the hell, Allison?" Sam asked.

"That's just what I was thinking." She said looking into his eyes and then back down at his wrist, his veins weren't darkening anymore but they were more visible than she would like. "Is everything okay?" she asked.

Sam frowned. "Sure, I'm fine, why?" he asked quickly losing interest in the fact that Allison just agreed to a date with Matt. That struck him odd but he didn't care. They both heard gagging and walked into the locker room.

(SOT)

"I'm not supposed to tell anyone." Lydia said as she strutted through the halls with a binder in her right hand and Stiles following after her.

"Come on, anyone who says they're not supposed to tell anyone, is dying to tell someone." Stiles said almost pleadingly. "So tell me!"

"Why do you wanna know?" she asked curiously. It struck her odd that Stiles wanted to know about her ex's parents when he made it clear he could barely tolerate Jackson anymore than Sam.

"I can't tell you that." Stiles said.

Of course, Lydia rolled her eyes. "Then I'm not telling you." She was tired of secrets being kept, even after Sam told her he was witch he was still keeping secrets and acting weird. She frowned.

Stiles faltered before coming back. "But you are telling me that you could tell me something if you wanted to tell me?" he asked, his words almost confusing himself.

"Was that a question?" Lydia asked.

"It felt like a question."

Lydia hummed. "Well, tell me if this feels like an answer, no." she said with a mischievous smile. If he friends were going to keep secrets from her, she'd keep them from them.

Stiles groaned before following after Lydia not noticing that Erica Reyes had been listening to their conversation. The blonde licked her lips sultrily before smiling widely and following after them.

(SOT)

Sam and Allison crept through he boy's locker room as they heard the showers turned on. "Jackson?" Allison called earning a sharp look from Sam. "What?" she hissed lowly. "We're not trying to attack him, we want to talk."

"If he decides to attack us, a couple words from me will calm him down." He said referring to his use of magical chants.

"In here." They heard from the showers. Allison and Sam traded looks before heading towards the showers.

"Just to let you know, Jackson, I'm here too." He called. "So try not to, grow claws or anything." He muttered last part earning a elbow to his gut from Allison. "Oomf!" he exclaimed.

They made it to the showers; Allison's eyes widened when she caught an eye full of Jackson's naked body while Sam only eyed his wet body and smirked. "If you weren't such a jackass I'd be turned on by this." He said before turning around and stepping out. "I sneak into the boy's locker room and the naked guy I have to see is Jackson, not bad, but I'd rather it had been Danny or even Isaac or Boyd." Sam said coyly watching as Allison's face bled red.

"Is something wrong?" Jackson asked turning off the water.

"Y-you could have warned us."

"If he had I would have pulled my phone out and taken pictures." Sam quipped.

"You're the one that walked into the boy's locker room." Jackson stated darkly as he ventured towards the opening leading to the two teens.

"We thought, I thought….forget it." Allison said.

Sam frowned. "Were you testing your gag reflex in here?" Sam taunted. "We heard gagging." He headed over to the bench and sat down.

Jackson walked out ignoring Sam's taunt. "Did you want to talk about something?" he asked walking out and saw Allison's back facing him.

"We can talk later." She went to move but Jackson jutted his arm out, blocking her path.

Sam tensed and stood up before storming over to Jackson. "Let's talk now." Jackson said but Sam pulled Allison by the arm and pulled her behind him. "Problem?" he asked.

Sam placed his hand on Allison's stomach and pushed him back as he stepped back but Jackson stepped forward. "In case you haven't notice, the dark jackass act isn't a turn on for Allison if that's what you're up to." Sam sneered and clenched his teeth trying to reel his magic back under his control but something about Jackson, right at that moment, was setting warning bells through his head.

(SOT)

"Lydia." Stiles called as he followed her up the stairs but she didn't slow down in her strut. "Lydia, come on! Lydia, wait!" before he could say anymore a blonde blur pushed him up against the wall. He whined in pain. ""Ah, ah, hey, Erica." He greeted.

Erica placed her hand on Stiles's chest. "Why are you asking Lydia about Jackson's real parents?" she demanded.

Stiles looked down at her hand and saw her claws were out. "Why are you bringing out the claws on camera?" he asked before pointing in the direction of the camera causing Erica to look over her shoulder and removed her hand. "That's right, you wanna play Catwoman? I'll be your Batman."

Erica smirked before leaning against the wall. "If you're wondering about Jackson's parents, they're about half a mile from here." She stated. "In Beacon Hills Cemetary."

(SOT)

Allison watched as Sam and Jackson stared at each other with heated eyes, she wasn't surprised to see the dark look in Jackson's eyes but she was a little uneasy to see how aggressive Sam was being, she wasn't used to the usually passive and cool witch being anything but. "Uh, guys, we should go, we have class." She said pulling on Sam's jacket sleeve.

Jackson stepped forward and this time, Sam didn't step back. "Oh, no, no, you don't." Jackson said and chuckled. "No, you both have perfect grades, you can skip one class." He listened in on Allison's heart and heard it slamming against her chest. "Are you alright?" he asked. "Your heart is beating like crazy."

Allison opened her mouth but Sam stepped forward, the lights above them flickered and shook under the weight of Sam's releasing a small amount of his power. "Something else is about to be beaten like crazy." Sam sneered.

"You really think so?" Jackson asked glancing up and then eyeing Sam. "I don't know what you are, Sammy," Sam's right eyebrow twitched in irritation of the nickname, "but I do know you're not normal but lucky for me, neither am I."

"You can say that again." Came Sam's reply. "But your not normal is different from my not normal." Sam stated. "Because my not normal…" he trailed off. Jackson grunted when an invisible force slammed into his chest. "Is almost paranormal." Sam finished with a tilt of his head.

Jackson's eyes flashed yellow before returning to their average green color. "Oh?" Jackson asked. "Is that supposed to scare me?"

"If you were smart you'd be." Sam said before tilting his head in a different direction.

"You honestly think you can take me on? With that parlor trick?" Jackson asked. "Just how stupid are you?"

"It varies." Sam said deadpanned.

(SOT)

Erica walked down the hall with a smirk on her face while Sitles scrambled to catch up to her. He remembered how Sam told them that Erica's father was involved in the investigation of Jackson's parents, they never thought to ask the shewolf. "Okay, wait!" Stiles exclaimed causing Erica's smirk to grow larger. "Do you know how they died?" he asked once he caught up to her.

"Maybe, if you tell me why you're so interested."

"Um…" Stiles trailed off knowing that Scott would probably kill him if he handed Jackson over to Derek's she-wolf.

Erica stopped as a realization hit her. "It's him isn't it? She asked.

"What?" Stiles asked alarm and decided to play ignorant. "Him? Him who?" he asked.

Erica began to walk forward again. "The test didn't work but it's still him." She sneered. "It's Jackson."

Stiles's jaw dropped knowing that he had led Erica to that conclusion.

(SOT)

"Look, we need to go." Allison said grabbing Sam's arm and pulling him towards the exit but Jackson got in front of them again.

"What about you Allison?" Jackson asked turning his attention away from the witch. "I thought you wanted to talk." She said.

Allison stepped back while Sam glared. "I changed my mind."

"You sure because you look a little stressed." He stated, his complete and utter attention on Allison so he didn't notice Sam waved his hand.

Jackson went flying through the air and his back hit the ground but Jackson got up unbothered. "What is it Allison? Is it Scott? It's that isn't it? I can't believe you thought your little romeo and Juliet story would last. You do realize that Scott's probably going to run and join up with Derek and his pack of wolves, and if you don't realize that, you gotta be the stupidest bitch in this town."

Sam lashed out again, this time more violent. Jackson groaned and fell to his knees when his head erupted in a blistering pain. With a flick of his wrist, Sam sent Jackson flying through the row of lockers and knocked them down.

"I've been wanting to shut him up since I first met him." Sam told Allison over his shoulder. Allison frowned but her eyes widened when Jackson got up. "Sam!" she exclaimed when Jackson was suddenly in front of them and had punched Sam to the ground.

Witch grunted when his head hit the lockers and disoriented him.

Allison gasped as Jackson turned to her but the dark look in his eyes was gone. "Allison?" he asked stepping back and turned to Sam. "What-Sam? What happened?" he asked confused.

Scott walked in and looked around, he saw Allison on the floor staring at Jackson, who was pulling on his pants, before glancing over at his best friend who was getting to his trying to sit up straight. "Scott, Scott, wait!" Allison called but it was too late.

Scott launched himself and Jackson before pushing him into the other row of lockers, they also fell down. Jackson glared up at the werewolf from his place on the lockers. "I have a restraining order!" he pratically roared at the werewolf.

"Trust me, I've been restraining myself." Scott stated.

Jackson threw himself at Scott and grabbed him by the front of his shirt before slamming him against the gate behind them and then tossing him into the shower room.

Allison turned to Sam and crawled over to him, she helped him sit up. "Hey, you alright?" she asked.

Sam shook his head. "Other than a little pissed, I'm fine." He said before looking around and noticed Scott was there. "Oh, when did he get here?" he asked nonchalantly.

Allison looked over at her boyfriend. "Not too long ago, can you stop them from fighting?" she asked.

"Not without blowing their heads off their shoulders." Sam said and shook his head, he was seeing two of everything. "I think I have a mild concussion."

Allison frowned and held four fingers up in front of his face. "How many fingers am I holding up?" she asked.

"Too many to be on one hand." Sam jumped a little started at the sound of the fight. "They're really going at it…good." He smirked. "Scott deserves to kick this guys ass."

In the shower, Jackson stormed up to Scott, who was still on the floor and stood up, and grabbed him. He slammed the werewolf against the wall and did it again until Scott grabbed him by the head and head butted him and then throwing him head first against the wall.

Jackson fell to the ground and Scott glared down at him before walking over and reached for him. Jackson placed his foot on Scott's stomach and kicked him back.

Scott grunted when his back hit the wall causing a small dent surrounded my cracks in the wall and then fell to the ground. Jackson got up and began to walk away until Scott launched himself over the wall and kicked Jackson in the middle of his shoulder blades, sending the jock forward and to the ground.

Jackson glanced around as he lied on the ground until he saw the desks of weights besides him and tossed it at Scott like it was a Frisbee after getting up.

The werewolf caught the weight and looked at Jackson in time to see him coming at him. Jackson kicked the weight in Scott's hand causing Scott to flying into the wall behind him and drop the weight. Jackson grabbed Scott and threw him into the sink, shattering it.

Water showered the two.

(SOT)

In the halls, Stiles was still following Erica. "You can't tell Derek, okay?" he asked. "There's a lot more to this that you don't know about." Erica hummed uncaringly. "And just because you got the alpha bite makeover doesn't give you a license to go around destroying people."

Erica turned to face him. "Why not?" she demanded. "That's all anyone ever used to do to me." Stiles saw a flash of the old Erica in those amber eyes of hers. The pain and hurt she went through because how her looks and how she acted. "Sam was probably the closest thing I had to a friend last year but guess what? He blew me off in favor of Miss Lydia Martin." She turned her head. "And I used to have the worst crush in the world on you." She smiled, a smile filled with hurt. "Yeah, you, Stiles and you never once even noticed me." Stiles looked away and Erica got in his line of vision. "Exactly like how you're not noticing me now." Erica followed his line of sight and found it on the puddle leading from under a door.

They jumped when the door opened and Scott was thrown out with Jackson following after him. Erica immediately grabbed Jackson who was ready to start wailing on Scott, who Stiles quickly grabbed. Allison and Sam ran out.

The witch saw Erica having some trouble with Jackson and went over, helping her restrain him by using his telekinesis to strengthen his muscles, and Allison helped grabbed Scott.

People in the halls began to crowd around them.

"What the hell is going on?" Adrian, their Chemistry teacher, demanded as he strutted up to the six teens. "Hey! Enough! Enough!" he ordered. He stood between Allison, Scott and Stiles while Erica and Sam stood behind Jackson. "What do you idiot think you're doing? Jackson! Calm down!"

"Mr. McCall? Wanna explain yourself?" Adrian asked. Everyone watched as the group traded glances but none noticed that Matt had Allison's IPad in his hands. "Stilinski? Mellal?" he demanded.

"You dropped this." Matt said holding out the IPad but Adrian snatched it from his hands. "You and you…" he said pointing at Jackson and Scott before his eyes landed on Allison, Sam, Erica and Stiles. "Actually, all of you, detention. 3:00."

Sam sighed as he watched their Chemistry teacher walk away before turning to Scott. "Bet you wished you didn't advocate so much to save him, huh?" he taunted earning a glare from Scott.

(End)

Alright! Here it is! Now, I have to say I'm proud of the way I handled the first part of this chapter. People were wondering what would happen to the Kitsune family and I told you all Sam would handle it. He did. I think I have him doing a little much for a sixteen year old alone, hence why I had that parents help him a little.

No Alexis this chapter but a mention. I actually forgot that Sam doesn't know a lot about his Coven or his families other than what he can read from the grimoire and that's the Hernandez's family grimoire.

Hmm, Sam is acting a little different, no? Three guesses why that is.

Next chapter, Erica and Sam interact, Santos rears his face again, and a lot more.