Chapter Three: Bloody Bus
Scott took in the scene in front of him, there was an old yellow school; well what used to be an old yellow school bus, now it was more of a ripped apart yellow disaster. The back-emergency door was torn completely off and laying several feet away from the rest of the bus. The front doors were both hanging at strange angles and looked ready to fall off at any sign of wind. From where he stood he could see broken and shattered windows along both sides of the bus. The bus itself had what appeared to be claw marks and shredded metal covering most of it. The big front window had been completely removed, he wasn't sure how it happened but it was just gone.
The claw marks seemed to be different sizes, some small while others left gaping holes in the side of the bus. Most of the claw marks on the outside of the bus looked like something had crawled on the side and kept scratching into the metal. Like whatever it was had been playing with the kids inside, trying to scare them as much as possible, like it had been some kind of game. It made his stomach knot. How could someone do this to a bunch of kids? It was beyond fucked up.
He pushed down his anger and tried to get a peek inside the bus. The chairs were thrown this way and that, each covered in holes and more slash marks. There was blood splattered everywhere from the floor to the cracked windows and covering the seats.
Scott tried taking in small breaths, the smells coming off the bus where nauseating. Fear, sweat, and adrenaline and those were almost overwhelmed by the smells of blood and death. If he concentrated he could even pick up some of the excitement from whoever had attacked the bus.
Just outside the bus, the police were trying to secure the crime scene, but terrified parents and curious reporters where already pulling in. Scott could see Stiles dad and Parrish trying to calm down the panicking parents, telling them that they would let them know as soon as they found anything out. The parents lost in their fear just kept shouting their children's names at any passing officer, each just wanted to know their children was alive and unharmed.
"Do you smell anything?" His best friend asked standing next to him. The sudden voice caused him to jump a little; he had been so focused on the bus that he forgot Stiles was with him.
"You mean besides all the blood, death, and fear?" Malia asked coming up behind them.
Scott could practically hear Stiles eye roll, "Yes besides the obvious."
He sighed, slightly annoyed at his two pack mates banter, "I can smell wolves." It hadn't taken him more than one or two sniffs of the air to pick up wolf. It was smell he had become very familiar with in recent years.
Unfortunately, while he knew it was wolves he couldn't place a scent.
"Like wolves; wolves or like, "His friend brought both his hands up and then brought them down gesturing at him, "wolves." Scott didn't miss the sarcasm in his friend's tone.
He fought the urge to smack Stiles in the back of the head.
"Werewolves." He said looking back towards the bus. The Sheriff was holding a small weeping woman, Scott knew she must be one of the parents and it made him sad. He didn't know how his mother would have handled it had it been him on the bus.
"Deucalion?" Stiles asked. He was the only Alpha left in the area, the others were dead or had left.
"No." Scott said, "His scent isn't here, besides this was a group and Deucalion is alone now."
"Whoever did this was a pack, and a pretty big one. But there are too many different scents for me to pick up a trail." Malia said sounding frustrated. Between all the kids that had been on the bus and the wolves that attacked them, there were just too many different scents to pick out who was victim and who was attacker.
Scott trusted her nose, more than he trusted his own. If she couldn't find anything useful then it wasn't there to find. This just meant they didn't have a trail to follow yet. But he was positive he would find who it was as fast as he could.
He sighed. He needed to get away from all this blood it was making him edgy and uncomfortable.
He reached down and grabbed his friend by the shoulders turning him towards the parking lot, "come on, let's get out of here before people see us hanging around."
As they started walking away Scott picked up on Parrish pulling the sheriff away from the group,
"Sheriff, we have another problem."
"What?" worry in his voice.
"There are kids missing. I have the list of kids that take this bus to school 16 in total. There were 8 bodies," his voice broke a little, "and 2 kids missed the bus this morning. That means."
"That means we have 6 missing kids." The sheriff cut him off.
Scott stopped in his tracks. He looked over at the two men and saw both looked up at him. Parrish's eyes orange proof the hellhound was upset. The Sheriff just looked sad.
"Scott," The Sheriff whispered, "Can you guys meet at my house tonight."
He nodded; sure, that the sheriff and Parrish saw him and continued to walk away.
Leaving the horrible scene behind them Scott and his friends, made their way towards their vehicles.
His bike was parked at the back of the lot, right next to Stiles Jeep.
Scott reached for his bike and started it up.
His mind was a running wild, trying to figure out the best place to start. There had been multiple wolves on that bus; it caused his wolf side to push through pissed that someone was trespassing on his territory. He was also worried about his pack; he needed to get them all together and discuss safety, maybe having them stick together until they got rid of these monsters.
He looked up at Malia and Stiles who were standing in front of his bike, ready to tell the coyote to stay with Stiles for now. But it appeared she was one step ahead of him. She grinned at him and then looked at the jeep. Letting him know she was going with his best friend. He smiled back.
As he pulled his helmet on he shouted over his bike, "Guys make sure to message everyone to meet up at Stiles as soon as they can. I'll swing by Argent's and tell him what's going on. See if he has heard anything about any other wolves nearby."
When Stiles gave him a thumbs up he knew he was heard and that they would take care of getting everyone to the Sheriffs house tonight.
He pushed his feet off the ground and drove off.