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I'm not sure but I think I'll do another time skip, I'm just trying to find the most interesting parts to write about right now so I will actually put out some chapters for once! I'm sorry if this disappoints some of you but I really want to get my interest in this story going again, I really don't want to drop this story.
Season 3 - Episode 2 - Chaos Rising: Part 2
GAS STATION
It was turning dark outside as the silver Toyota Rav4 drove into the gas station, the driver killed its engine and confidently stepped outside to refill the fuel. The surroundings were eerily quiet, not a single sound was made. The man hesitated from stepping away from his car but as he reached down to feel his 50 caliber pistol safely tucked by his hip, he continued to fill up the fuel. The sound of a menacing growl brought his eyes to the edge of the woods, his 50 caliber pistol now safely gripped in his hands as he pointed it towards the sound. But just as he'd turned to the sound the same sound came from behind him, when he turned the sound seemed to move with him. He internally counted but couldn't make out just how many beasts that were encircling him, he had 8 bullets.
The snarls were getting closer, a cold sweat broke loose on the mans' skin as he realized that he probably wouldn't be able to take them all out. It was the first time in his long career as a hunter that he felt such hopelessness in front of the beasts he'd hunted all his life, he felt guilt over the fact that he would leave his daughter all alone.
An especially loud snarl brought him around, his feet spinning so fast that the sudden appearance of the teenage boy made him lose his balance. He stepped back several steps before coming to a halt, his gun still pointed directly at the curious looking teenage boy who was staring at him with a look of pure confusion at the older mans' state.
''Jagger,'' Chris managed to breath out as he hesitantly lowered his gun but made sure not to loosen his grip as he realized that the menacing sounds had faded away, the teenage wolf didn't seem to mind his tense state as he instead turned his head to look at the fastly approaching full moon.
''I will probably regret this decision,'' he said with a sigh before turning his gaze back at the hunter, his eyes now glowing in its icy blue color making the hunter raise his gun defensively.
But Chris wouldn't shoot, just as Mickey wouldn't attack and the hunter sucked in a calming breath, ''I don't wanna hurt you, Mickey.''
''That's fine, really,'' the beta reassured the now stunned hunter, ''You, Derek or even Scott, I won't mind at all.''
''What have you done?'' Chris's voice suddenly turned a lot more furious as he made a show of pressing his thumb lightly against the trigger, his mind going over all kinds of scenarios that the young wolf could have caused.
The older anger brought amusement to the young wolf who smiled in a sad way, ''I'm not talking about something I've done but something I'll most likely do if no one stops me, you see Deaton has given me a time limit.''
''What timelimit?'' the hunter hesitantly asked, anything involving Deaton couldn't be good and even though he hadn't liked the idéa of a werewolf Mickey dating his daughter. He'd kind of grown fond of the mixed haired teenager with the dull green eyes, well that was before he'd been turned into a werewolf beta of alpha Derek.
The wolf hesitated as he once again looked up at the moon, he could see in the back of his vision that Chris had followed his gaze and was slowly coming to a realization. The pressure from the moon was driving him crazy, he was hanging by a very thin thread that could snap any second. According to Deaton he would most likely be able to fight the wolf for the moment but the wolf within him would fight him hard for control and Mickey knew he wouldn't be able to hold it back for much longer, the scariest part of it all was the fact that the chances of him being able to take control again were only about two percent according to the veterinary. Once the wolf took control, Mickey would most likely disappear and then people would most likely die if no one put a bullet through his head again. Maybe this time the bullet would kill him, he hoped.
DEREKS' LAIR
''I can't take waiting around like this, you know? It's nerve-racking. My nerves are racked. They're severely racked. Racked,'' Stiles rambled as he stared out the huge windows at the full moon, the air around him stunk of a foul smell from his hyperactive nervousness over the fact that the others had left him behind to rescue Boyd, Erica and that other wold none of them knew the identity of.
''I could beat you unconscious and wake you when it's over,'' Peter all so kindly suggested from his very relaxed position on the couch, Mickey seated on the other end of it constantly bouncing his left knee as he tried to dull out the pull of the full moon.
The superactive teen ignored him as he frowned down at the floor, ''You think Erica's really dead?''
''You think I really care?'' Peter grouched out as his eyes remained closed but he raised his hand to lightly grip Mickeys' neck causing the young beta to jump from the sudden touch, he glanced curiously at Peter but the older wolf didn't show any emotions on his relaxed face.
''I just... I don't understand the bank, though, okay? Wha... like, why wouldn't they chain them up in some underground lair or something? They're an Alpha pack, right? So shouldn't they have a lair?'' Stiles kept on rambling and Mickey was getting frustrated at his friends' toxic hyperactiveness but at the same time, he knew that he couldn't control it, just as Mickey couldn't control his damn wolf.
The dull green-eyed teen sighed at his friends' question, ''Stiles, really?''
''They're werewolves, not bond villains,'' Peter finished sentence Mickey had failed to finish.
''Wait a sec. Wait a sec!'' Stiles suddenly said as he started towards the wall that Derek had made a huge opening in as he was going to make a bigger space, ''Maybe they're living there. You know? Like, maybe the bank vault reminds them of their little wolf dens.''
As Peter finally opened his eyes, Mickey felt kind of ashamed of his friend, ''Wolf dens?''
''Yeah, wolf dens,'' Stiles confirmed before turning around to face the couch occupied by the two betas werewolves, ''Where do you live?''
''In an underground network of caves hidden deep in the woods,'' Peter snarked as he slowly let his hand slip away from the younger wolfs' neck and Mickey couldn't help but miss the soothing contact from his now what he assumed was his packmate, not to mention an older wolf.
''Whoa, really?'' Mickey couldn't believe Stiles had actually bought that, Peter just remained sarcastic.
''No, you idiot. I have an apartment downtown,' the older wolf exclaimed while not even trying to hide the fact that he was slightly making fun of the teens' intelligence.
''Okay, fine, but still, that just proves that there's something up with the bank. And why wait around for the full moon, huh? Why not just kill them whenever they want to?'' Stiles was quickly getting agitated as his thoughts and the lack of enthusiasm from his fellow people wasn't mixing well, it brought Mickey into a more alert position as he leaned forward on the couch.
The older wolf remained the same, ''Maybe they think it's poetic.''
''They've already had three full moons to be poetic,'' Stiles pointed out, a little calmer now as his eyes jumped between the two seated wolves. Mickey locked eyes with his friends and could tell he was seriously thinking about this, something wasn't adding up.
''And here you've only had one full hour to be so annoying...'' Peter began but suddenly stopped making both teens' look at him curiously, Mickey felt himself grow more uneasy.
''No, go ahead, finish what you were saying. I'm an... I'm annoying. What were you gonna say there?'' Stiles began to snark but quickly stopped as he realized that the older of the two werewolves had figured something out, or maybe it was the fact that he'd finally gotten his full attention which brought the hyperactive teen to a stop.
Pushing himself up, Peter frowned, ''What are the walls made of?''
Hurrying over to the desk that held all the information on the bank, the three of them searched through the papers. It took a great time as Stiles had gone crazy on getting all the fact so they could form the best and safest plan but finally, Mickey handed a paper over to Peter who sighed.
''Hecatolite.''
''Is that awful? That sounds awful,'' Stiles once again rambled nervously while staring at the older man.
''Get 'em on the phone,'' Peter ordered as he turned towards the two teens', ''Call them. Now!''
''Okay, why?'' Stiles asked curiously as he quickly fished out his phone to dial either of the two.
'''Cause Boyd and that girl aren't gonna kill each other. They're gonna kill Derek and Scott.''
The older werewolf' voice was dull in comparison to the boiling blood in the young betas ears as he stared at the full moon, it would soon be at its peak and so would the strength of his wolf. The tingling feeling of his claws forcing their way out of his fingertips, his sharp fangs being forced out. His vision turned red and he ran, the other two didn't even get a chance to call his name.
