Chaos was the only way to describe the scene unfolding amidst Sam's eyes.
The piercing sounds of screams and continuous things breaking, which Sam had pinpointed to have been coming from the kitchen, made Sam's ears ring. It took a minute for her to get out of her head, but when she did, Sam was ready to take immediate action. "Al, we have to get them upstairs!" Sam yelled to her best friend.
"Right!" Allison yelled back. "Guys, we need to get upstairs to Sam's room! NOW!" And with that she started rallying the girls up the stairs, herself following close behind to make sure they were safe.
Mere seconds after, Stiles and Scott ran in through the front door, Scott already in werewolf form. "Where are the girls?!" Stiles exclaimed.
"Heading upstairs with Allison!" she yelled back as she watched the last of the running girls disappear to the second floor. Stiles nodded and ran up the stairs two at a time. Then a dark feeling began forming in the pit of Sam's stomach. She hadn't seen Lydia follow through with Allison's instructions. In fact, she hadn't seen Lydia at all since before Stiles came to the house.
"LYDIA?!" she yelled. The only response she got was the sound of wooding breaking in the other room.
All of a sudden, Derek appeared out of nowhere and charged for Scott aiming to ram right into him. Sam turned around and began running back to Scott to help. "Go! I got him!" Scott yelled to her.
Sam hesitated but did as she was told. Sam ran into the kitchen grabbing a pair of Chinese ring daggers from behind a painting closest to her along the way.
To say Mrs. Cameron's kitchen was turned upside down was an understatement. The windows by the sinks were all broken allowing the cool night breeze to seep in. The bowl of fruits that once lay on the island were smashed and splattered everywhere, pieces of plates were found on almost all the counters, not to mention the numerous amounts of cutlery that now littered the entire floor. My mom is going to be destroyed, Sam thought as she remembered how hard her mother had worked to make her favourite room the best it could be.
Bloody handprints on the floor suddenly caught Sam's attention. The trail became more faint and smeared as she followed them down the countertops and onto the tiled floor. Eventually it led to a small closet where her mother kept the brooms and some of their mops. Bracing herself with her knives Sam swung the door open only to find the strawberry blonde girl she was looking for. "Sam?" Lydia asked teary eyed, as her hands shook.
Sam knelt down and examined Lydia's hands. "Are you okay? Did they hurt you?"
"No the glass from the windows just cut me pretty bad. I hid 'cause I knew they were here" she said as she wiped away tears. Sam helped Lydia get up off the floor then quickly brushed away any loose pieces of glass she saw on the girl's shirt. Sam abruptly felt Lydia go stiff followed by a scared whimper escape her lips. Lydia was also staring at something behind Sam. After quickly getting a sense of what it was Sam briskly turned around and made sure to create some distance with one of her daggers between herself and Lydia and the beast before them.
"You don't really think I would fight you with Lydia standing right there do you?" Marcus asked rather calmly.
"I don't know, you've done some pretty questionable things that would prove otherwise" Sam retorted, her eyes glaring at the werewolf.
"Lydia can go, she's not what I'm after" he said with an utterly sweet smile.
Sam continued to stay still, unsure of what playing field he was on. "Look, Lydia can stay here and watch you get ripped apart limb from limb or you could let her run off freely and save herself from a week's worth of horrible nightmares. You pick?"
Sam hadn't realized it before but Lydia had been clutching the back of Sam's shirt rather tightly. "Go with the others" Sam said over her shoulder, her eyes never leaving Marcus. Lydia slowly let go of Sam's shirt but continued to stand behind her friend. "Go Lydia" Sam repeated sternly. Lydia hesitated for another couple of seconds then turned around and bolted out of the room.
"Despite what you might think, I really am sorry everything had to come down to this" the werewolf began. "Coming for you is one thing but the rest of the girls" he sighed, "Well, that's just not fair." Marcus took a step forward causing Sam to take a step back, adjusting the positions of the knives in her hands as she backed up. "If you really look at it though, this is technically your fault. If you'd just pass yourself over to us, we wouldn't have to come after your friends too."
Sam's heart twinged a bit but instead she smirked at Marcus' attempt to make her feel guilty. "What do you want with me Marcus?"
"It's not me per se that wants you, or more correctly needs you. And for that matter, both you and Allison would actually be of great use to us. But if you're asking about me, if you survive all this and what we have in store for you later- just know that there will always be a little room left for you in my paradise."
Sam gave him a cunning smile. "Thanks but I'd rather gauge my eyes out with my own knives."
"Your loss sweetheart… But since I can't kiss you I guess I'm going to have to kill you" and with that Marcus shifted into his werewolf form and sauntered forward with a deep throated growl.
Sam quickly swung one of her knives cutting Marcus' arm. He let out a roar and continued forward. Sam twirled the knives in her hands and this time aimed for his chest giving him two new fresh cuts in the form of a big "X." This time Marcus roared even louder surprising Sam, though it was not as surprising as what he did next. After rapidly ducking his foot behind Sam, Marcus managed to trip the girl backwards. As she stumbled to the floor, Marcus grabbed Sam by the front of her shirt, brought her body up and then smacked it back down onto the floor. Sam cried out in pain and dropped one of her knives. Next Marcus grabbed Sam again and this time slammed her body onto the marble island. Sam shook her head, disoriented. Once her vision wasn't as blurred she managed to make out Marcus' frame as he stood above her on the island too. Marcus' claws were out and his hand hung loosely in front of Sam face.
"HEY!" Allison exclaimed from the other room. Marcus looked over just as an arrow came whizzing over and lodged itself onto Marcus' forearm. The werewolf stumbled off the island giving Sam enough time to get up and throw her remaining dagger at Jackson who was running up behind Allison in an attempt to surprise attack her.
Sam slide off the marble and ducked so that she was on the opposite side of the island to where Marcus had fallen. Although she was young, it was right to say that Sam had fought a lot of werewolves in her hunting career. But not once had she come across a werewolf who fought as oddly as Marcus. Yeah, he was using his strength but not once had he used his teeth or claws to attack her. It felt as if she was street fighting a bully at school. Not to mention, she wasn't prepared for any of his moves the way she usually would be in any other altercation with a werewolf. Who body slams someone when you could literally rip off any body part of your choice with just your werewolf nails. Due to all this, her best bet was to use all the weapons she could to keep him at a distance. Sam's weapons seemed to be the only thing that were somewhat of Marcus' weakness. Why hasn't he tried killed me yet? She wondered.
"Sammy… I know you're hiding behind there" Marcus sang behind his side of the island. Sam glowered at him through the wood that was separating the too. "I don't usually give second chances but I'm willing to stop hurting your pretty little self if you just surrender and for the love of god just hand yourself over." Sam not only ignored the headache forming at her temples but also Marcus' usual annoying speech and instead scanned the floor for any potential ammunition she could use. "I'm giving you 'til the count of three, alright sweetheart?..."
Sam still didn't answer.
"1…2….3!"
On Marcus' count, Sam threw one of her mom's butcher knives at the werewolf. Before getting back down she saw that she unfortunately wasn't fast enough since Marcus had quickly ducked underneath the island before the sharp object could hit him. She swore under her breath as she hid again.
"I can play that game too Sam" Marcus said.
Sam furrowed her brow and rose up to throw two more kitchen knives. Immediately after, Marcus threw all three of Sam's knives back. His throws being much faster.
Sam could still feel her heart thumping as she rested her head against her wooden island, still in shock as to how close Marcus had gotten to literally splitting her face open. I have to get out of this kitchen and check if Lydia and the others made it upstairs okay, she thought. Not caring about stealth, this time Sam jumped up and ran for the paper towel and paper towel holder at the far end of her kitchen countertop. Surely enough, her nunchuk was still secretly wedged inside the hole.
After quickly turning around and getting into a defensive stance, surprisingly Marcus hadn't jumped up to attack her. Sam stayed frozen in place for another few seconds before gathering up enough courage to go to Marcus' side of her kitchen island. With her nunchuck ready to go, Sam jolted her weapon out in front of her as she turned the corner only to have it hit nothing but air. Marcus was nowhere in sight. Sam couldn't decide whether to feel relieved or terrified by this as she found herself standing in place again. Without wasting anymore time Sam realized she had to keep going and so, she finally made her way out of the kitchen.
Her socks allowing her to slide with every step, Sam managed to run down the hallway without being detected. You're almost there Sam, you got this, she kept telling herself. The bottom of the staircase was only a few paces away and she was determined to make sure all her friends had made it up there safely.
All of sudden, a body was thrown across her path causing her to slip and fall in the opposite direction in order for Sam to not get hit herself. After quickly getting up, Sam saw a huge gaping hole in wall along with some neighbouring cracks which accented where the body had been slammed into. Getting closer Sam realized it was Scott, and he didn't seem to be getting up at all. Whoever had thrown him had to be pretty strong, and Sam hadn't been wrong about that statement in particular because the person who'd catapulted Scott came through the corridor too.
It was odd finally being face to face with the person who was kind of the head of this whole demise but that didn't mean that Sam was any more scared of the robust looking werewolf sauntering towards her. Derek's eyes shown a bright fluorescent red and they glinted just as he swung his fist at Sam's head.
Fortunately, Sam ducked, which saved herself from the hit and allowed her to gain the perfect opportunity to twist her body around and kick Derek's kneecap. As he let out a growl, Sam also found the opportunity to flick her nunchuk up and strike Derek across the face. Derek growled louder this time and grabbed for Sam's weapon though Sam was definitely not planning on letting go of the one thing between her and the now more enraged beast before her. Luckily, before having to attempt to pry Derek's claws off of one of the few things keeping her alive, Scott appeared and managed to get most of his weight on Derek shoulders. It wasn't soon after that Scott preceded to get the werewolf in a weak chokehold. "GO!" he yelled, nodding towards the steps.
Sam knew Derek would be getting out of Scott's grip pretty soon but she couldn't stay and help Scott at the moment, she just had to get upstairs. "COFFEE TABLE!" she yelled at him hoping the weapons she hid there earlier would be of use to him. With that, she finally skidded over to the stairs, and jetted up the steps two at a time.
Immediately after her feet reached the top floor Sam sprinted towards the direction of her room. "Stiles! Open up!" Sam exclaimed pounding on her bedroom door repeatedly.
The door opened one forth of the way and Sam thanked god when Stiles was at the other end, no traces of any scratches or bruises lingering across his fair skin. At least he was okay. "Did Lydia and the others make it?!" she asked.
"Yeah, don't worry! They're all here and we're all fine!" he exclaimed over all the noise coming from the fighting downstairs and the screams and wailing in her room.
"Check her hands! Lydia had cuts on her hands, she lost blood-" Just then, a hand, more specifically a claw, came into view and pulled at the door knob forward closing the barrier off between Sam and Stiles. As the door shut, Sam's body was thrown backwards and towards the the handrail of the stairs.
"SAM!" Stiles screamed. As the boy feverishly told the cheer team to back up away from the door he turned back around to also realize that whoever had slammed the door shut also managed to rip the doorknob right off. Stiles banged and shoved and screamed as he tried to pry the door open from his side.
Sam quickly made sure she still had her nunchuk in her hands when she scrambled up off the floor. Her vision quickly cleared to find Marcus' hands grabbing at her shoulders as he shoved her body against the bannister of her staircase. Sam furiously swung her nuncuk up to hit Marcus' wrist but he grabbed it mid swing and flung it behind her. Sam heard the hard clank sound as her weapon sadly hit the bottom floor.
There was a brief moment when Sam understood that she was actually alone. No weapon or no other person she could call to for help in this very moment… she blinked and for the first time in a long time she was startled when she realized that her end could be very near.
There was ringing in her ears from all the commotion when Marcus came at Sam with his hands lunging for her neck. It all happened too fast but the minute his unfamiliar skin came in contact with hers she snapped. She yanked, jerked, and tugged at Marcus' bare hands in an effort to free herself from the werewolf's grip but she knew he wouldn't budge. He had all his weight on her causing a majority of Sam's body to hang rather dangerously over the staircase's handrail.
"I am tired!" the boy exclaimed hysterically, "Tired of trying to trap you in ways where you're unharmed! Forget what Peter's says, I've got you and that's all that's important!"
Peter? Sam's head buzzed as her face began to turn a light shade of violet. She continued to resist against Marcus' harsh grip as she quickly glanced behind her and past the chandelier that loomed over the first floor, where her body would soon land if Marcus kept shoving his weight forward towards her. It was surely a long way down. Sam thought her head would soon pop off like the cork of a freshly opened champagne bottle as her eyes grew wide and more and more oxygen was being trapped just below her airways.
For the third time that night, Sam's vision became hazy. She saw a figure running up towards her but still behind the monster trying to kill her. Sam wasn't exactly the religious type but hysteria had seeped into Sam's mind as she wondered if the figure coming towards her was an angel, finally taking her away from the excruciating pain she felt coming from every inch of her body. "DUCK!" the figure screamed out, and Sam weakly did as she was told as she realized that her angel was Stiles.
Stiles swung his baseball bat, aiming for Marcus' head with all the force he could possibly give. The tremendous blow knocked him out cold even before his body slammed onto the hardwood floor.
"Are you okay?! Let me see your neck" Stiles asked with a panic-ridden face as he began examining her.
"I'm fine" she croaked, her voice half gone. She got up and unsteadily started pushing Stiles back into her room. "Just get back in there."
"Are you serious?! Not after what just happened! I'm not leaving you-"
"I'm fine. I promise. Watch the girls!" she hoarsely said, already making her way down the stairs at high speeds.
Stiles contemplated going after her but after momentarily hesitating he eventually complied to her request, his eyes not leaving hers until she was out of his line of vision. Letting her go was one of the hardest things he'd have to do.
Once finally back down on the first floor, Scott came rushing towards Sam, he had shifted back to normal. "They're gone! Derek just left. I can't find him anywhere."
Allison appeared from the living room, a few cuts littered her arms and face but nothing too serious meaning that she had to be okay. Sam breathed a low sigh of relief. "Yeah, I think we're in the clear. I saw Jackson escape through the kitchen window a while back too."
Scott looked up past Sam, his face a little perplexed. "I think Marcus must've just left too."
Sam snapped her head around to where she was just pinned against, forced to see her life flash before her eyes. Surely enough, Scott was right, nobody was there anymore. Stiles quickly made his way down the stairs and held onto Sam, refusing to let go for absolutely nothing once he too saw that the coast was clear. Sam heard cries and whimpers coming her room still. "Lydia's gone" Stiles announced upset. "The team said they couldn't find her after I came to you when Marcus had you on the handrail… She must've escaped with them too or…"
Sam just shook her head as defeat washed over her.
It would only be a matter of time until Sheriff Stilinski and some of his staff would make it to the house now.
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