"HELLLLLLP! HELLLLLLLP!"
Jackson and I scream at the top of our lungs as soon as we reach Lydia's body. Her eyes were wide open. I couldn't tell if she was in shock or actually dead and I was too scared to touch her.
"Is she dead?" Jackson cried out, pushing her body from on her side to her back.
"I don't know? Where's Stiles?!" I shouted back, glancing around the lit field. There was no sign of him? How could he just leave her?! Unless whatever happened to Lydia happened to Allison. I had to get back to the dance. "Pick her up! Pick her up!"
Jackson followed my orders and rose to scoop Lydia up in his arms. I started running back, kicking off my heels in the process and leaving them on the field. I screamed the whole way there, just hoping to get anyones attention as Jackson cried behind me. He was understandably devastated; as much as he wanted to lie like he didn't care for anyone- he loved Lydia. In another situation I could admire his emotion but right now all I wanted to do was get Lydia help and find my own sister.
Scott, my sister, his friend, and his friends date were all missing? Common denominator? Werewolf.
When Jackson and I reached the crowds outside of the school dance screaming and carrying Lydia's body, there was an eruption of panicked screams similar to our own. Jackson began to cry out for help. In the panic I forgot we both owned phones.
Two of the teacher chaperones rushed over to him, shouting to carry her over into the nurses office, one of them shakily taking out a keyring to unlock the door. Dialing the police, I followed suit to make sure Lydia was at least alive.
"Beacon Hills PD, what's your emergency?"
"You need to get to the school right now! My friend got attacked by something and she's bleeding out!" I sobbed out into the phone. The voice of the operator faded away the longer I kept my eyes trained on Lydia. It got to the point where the only thing I was hearing was my own heartbeat and cries. A dizzy spell rocked me onto a nearby seat and I sat there, shaking.
The female teacher grabbed me by the arms and started to speak but her voice was distorted in my ears. The thought of my sister came back into my head, and I forced the phone into the teachers hand so I could get up and go.
I could barely walk as I stumbled barefoot down the emptying halls. People were shuffling out of the dance and to the parking lot, making it extremely hard to see combined with my blurred vision. I had never felt like this before, so it was hard for me to try and cope with the way my body was reacting to this hysteria and tragedy.
Distant sirens seemed to snap me back into reality. Ever since the attack on the school police must be making it a goal to get here ecpedititiously. I stopped on the steps outside the main entrance as I waited for the ambulance and officers to get closer. Part of me wanted to stay and go to the hospital with Lydia but the enraged part of me needed to find Scott and Allison now. My body was literally being pulled into different directions and having a fight with its ownself.
Then Jackson flew by me with his keys, making me remember I had my own car and had definitely lost my keys somewhere in the madness. If I was going to do anything I was going to need access to my car. Going back in the dance to look for my bad would throw me off the search for Allison so I was better off staying with Lydia, I guess. And considering I left my phone in there- yeah I need to go back.
Plus, Kate's words came back into my mind- Scott would hurt himself before he ever hurt Allison. I started to hope she was with him. The issue of his werewolfness would clearly have to be dealt with later.
It took me a few more seconds before I felt truly okay with my composure; I turned around and went back into the party. The adults leftover were in a circle conjugating and the only people in the room so they turned to look at me immediately.
"Are you okay, sweetie?" A female teacher immediately advanced me and spoke with a nurturing tone. "Are you hurt?"
I glanced down at myself and noticed Lydia's dry blood staining my dress. I gulped. I actually couldn't believe this was happening. "No, I'm fine,,,, it's not my blood." I ran towards the table and picked up my keys and bag. Once I had what I needed I sprinted towards the hall where the police and EMT's were and followed them into the nurses office.
"What happened to her?" A deputy asked a teacher but she couldn't say much. Instead she pointed to where I was standing unnoticed.
"I-I found her and made the 911 call," I stated, glancing over to Lydia again as they maneueverd her unconsious body onto the stretcher. "Is she alive?"
The deputy stepped forward and gently placed his hand onto my arm. Why didn't he answer my question? Nononononno. Please don't tell me she was dead. "Listen, we're going to need you to answer a few questions. How old are you?"
"Seventeen," the words were roling off my tongue before I could actually think about it. "Why aren't you answering me? Is she alive?!"
Before he spoke I heard someone frantically shouting my name. I recognized the voice in a second. It was my dad shouting for me, I pushed away from the officer and started running for my father. He caught me as I fell into him and held me in a tight, comforting embrace. For some reason, the emotion of my dad being here caused me to erupt into tears and shake violently with sobs.
"Sir, I understand the situation but we're going to need her to answer a few questions, especially if she made the 911 call."
"Can't you see my daughter is in no state of mind to be answering any of your questions!?"
"It's just protocol."
I zoned out of the arguement between the cop and my father until Lydia's body rolled past me on the stretcher. I stared until all I was looking at was the EMTS backloading the gourney into the back of the ambulance. A feeling of defiance engulfed me. This is exactly what my dad wants me to be, so he can prove to Kate why Allison and I were not ready.
The realization made me push off of him and wipe my face dry. I turned to the cop. "I'll answer your questions but make it quick." Then, I turned back to my dad, "we've got work to do."
"If you think for one second that I'm going to abandon my friend after I just found her lifeless body in the middle of my schools field- then you don't know me at all!"
My father was seething. Him, Kate and myself sat in the garage having a three way screaming match about her personal endeavour of getting Allison and I to know about wolves and our family history.
"You're seventeen!" My father shouted. "You don't know yourself!"
Kate scoffed from where she stood. "Chris don't act like you haven't introduced her to a new form of weaponry every year trying to craft this super soldier."
"I don't want to hear from you- you with your hidden agenda. They are my daughters! I said they were not ready!"
Just like my aunt, I snorted at my dad's comment. "But it was a good idea to force Allison to find out her boyfriend was a werewolf by trying to run him over in front of her? Okay father of the year."
Kate chuckled at my words which no doubt pissed my father off even more. He was seething, panting and pacing with my hands balled into fists. Best believe I was going to keep pushing his buttons. I said, "Who are you to tell me what I'm not ready for?"
'I could tell just by the way you acted when you found your friend. You don't know how to deal with that loss yet."
"You never gave me the chance to learn!" I shouted. Now I was at my feet and mimicking my fathers movement. I was like him in more ways the one. "You never gave me the chance to be ready. You were going to rob me of ever getting to know what I was locked in that room for, for all these years. I gave up on so many things to dedicate myself to being what my father wanted me to be! I could've just as easily been in Allison's position if you never told me the stories you did, speak to me the way you did. You chose me! You didn't choose her to lead. You chose me."
I could cry if there wasn't so much anger there. As vague as my father was as I grew up, there was always a hint of a lesson in every story he told- just like the story of the rabid dog he told over dinner with Scott. Since we were young there was always a clear divide in who was my mother's favorite and who was my fathers. Now it was like we were some expiriment- what would happen depending on how a family of hunters raised their twin, nurture vs nature.
My dad stayed silent, making me feel very confident in my words. "I'm not backing down from this fight."
"Jocelyn, you're not prepared-"
"I'm prepared to do anything I have to do." I said strongly, crossing my arms in defiance. He's going to take me serious.
"See? I told you," Kate said with the widest smile I've ever seen on her face. She walked over to me and placed her hands on my shoulders. "Now, we just have to get the other one on board and-"
"No," my dad was quick to cut her off. He made this face at Kate and shook his head side to side, still pacing. "Why did you come back here? You hate this town. I have plenty of connections closer than you but you called first. Why?"
She was taken aback by his comment; her whole body recoiled before she asked, "I'm sorry, do you not want my help?"
"I'm not sure who you're trying to help," my dad states, glancing over at me quickly. I was definitely not following.
""Oh, cmon!" Kate exclaimed, "I'm here to catch the alpha."
My father looked at me again. "You said your piece. Go check on your sister. I'll find you in a minute but you don't need to be here for this."
"There you are trying to shut her out again, Chris. They both deserve to know about this Alpha going around killing people at random!"
My dad sighed, turning away from the both of us. "It's not random. The sheriff can connect every murder back to the Hale fire."
Of course I wasn't famliar with the signifigance of this but I could see Kate's deameanor change as she tucked her hands under her arms as she crossed them, leaning againt my father's parked truck. "w-well then that's even more reason that the girls had to know. B-Because they've always blamed us for that fire. "I guarantee they're going to circle back to us as their last target."
I had never, ever heard my Aunt stutter. It was actually unsettling.
"I know. That's why you're going to take the girls out of here." My dad glanced at me. "Or at least Allison. You're going to drive her to the house in Washington and you stay there until I call you to come back."
I smiled to myself. Finally. But Kate was pissed. She scoffed immediately, "Are you kidding me? You're gonna bench your star player in the last quarter? You need me."
He looked over at me once again and shook his head. "I have everything I need."
Surprisingly, Kate actually left with Allison. There was non stop protests from the both of them, even though I think Allison was just upset because I was staying and she was being forced out of town. I thinkg Kate was jealous too but I had bigger things to worry about than a sibling rivalry.
I was in the passener side of my dad's SUV parked outside of the hospital next to Jacksons car. It was us and his henchman and our current goal was to find Scott, to find the alpha and then of course kill him which I was really pumped for. I wanted to avenge Lydia so bad and I felt that pressure even more now that we were sitting right here.
"Are you ready?" This was the third time my father asked.
"I'm as ready as I can be."
The four of us walked into the hopspital and luckily enough, Stiles and Jackson were standing right there. I had never seen my dad in action so I was truly curious how he was going to approach this. "Boys," he greeted with a small smile on his face, "I was wondering if you can tell me where Scott McCall is."
Stiles answered immediately, Scott McCall? Um... Haven't seen him since the dance." Stiles was a really good liar I've come to notice.
My dad hummed and glanced towards Jackson who was nervous sweating and stuttering, not able to get one word out. I remember he spoke to my dad earlier, I wonder what they did to get him to talk.
Well, my question was answered minutes later when my fathers henchman snatched Stiles and Jackson up by their collars and shoved them into a random room. I took the liberty of locking the door behind us. Clearly there was about to be some interrogation. My dad peeked at me and gave a curt nod of his head before turning back to the boys. "Okay. Let's try this again. Where is Scott Mccall?"
Both Jackson and Stiles stood silent. I avoided their shook faces. I wasn't close to them but it was still wierd to see people my age put into this situation by my father.
My dad said, "Let me ask you a question, Stiles. Have you ever seen a rabid dog?" Here he is with this rabid dog story.
"No but I could put it on my to-do list if you just let me go." In this situation I did not find his sarcasm funny.
"Well I have," my dad started, "and the only thing I've ever been able to compare it to is seeing a friend of mine turn on a full moon." I had never heard this part. Ahhhhh. This must be why this is my dad's favorite analogy. "Do you want to know what happened?"
"Not really, no offense to your storytelling skills." My dad was clearly tired of Stiles comments, he grabbed Stiles by the collar once again and slammed him against the door.
"He tried to kill me, and I was forced to put a bullet in his head! The whole while that he lay there dying, he was still trying to claw his way toward me, still trying to kill me, like it was the most important thing he could do with his last breath. Can you imagine that?" My dad said through gritted teeth. I searched his eyes for emotion but could not see anything but anger in those furrowed brows. "Did Scott try to kill you on the full moon? Did you have to lock him up?"
Stiles never let that sarcasm laced tone leave his voice when he said, "Yeah, I did. I had to handcuff him to a radiator. Why? Would you prefer I locked him in the basement and burned the whole house down around him?"
Was he talking about the Hale fire? Did my family do that? I wasn't even aware that we used to live in this town, let alone that we burned down a whole house full of a family. As if he was reading my thoughts, dad glanced back at me and said, "I hate to dispel a popular rumor, Stiles, but we never did that."
I let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding. Stiled replied, "Oh, right. Derek said you guys had a code. I guess no one ever breaks it."
"Never."
"What if someone does?"
"Someone like who."
"Like your sister. My dad's primary suspect in the Hale fire had no name, no face but she did have a very distinct necklace- the same that Allison wears to this day."
My dad gulped and let go of Stiles. He looked at me and then at the henchman. Everyone was quiet for a second as he stood, thinking. Finally he said, "Lets go."
In the car we were driving straight to the Hale house. I wasn't sure what he had running through his mind because he hadn't said a word to me. A code. I thought of the French that was on my sword and my conversations with Kate. "We hunt those who hunt us," I broke the silence.
He didn't say anything at first. But then, after a sigh he explained. "You need proof that they spilled human blood."
"How?"
"The eyes. They turn blue. Red is for Alpha. Brown is the innocent ones. " He paused for a second. "She was wrong."
"Because she didn't have proof?"
"Not all the Hale's were human. Some were kids. She was wrong. That's what makes Kate dangerous. Not the skill, not the guns- she has no morals and that was what I was scared of for you. Anyone can kill, anyone can hunt, but the moral code is what makes what we do right."
"Otherwise we're just like them."
Just as he predicted, Kate and Allison were already at the Hale house. I'm not sure what brainwashing Kate did to Allison but it was clear she had shot Derek Hale with some arrows and maybe a gun. That didn't matter. What was really important was the site of Kate holding a gun to Scott's head, ready to kill him while Allison was standing right there.
"Kate! Kate, what are you doing?" My dad said from where we stood at the treeline. "Kate, I know what you did."
"I did what I was told to do."
"Nobody told you to murder innocent people and children," He said. I watched my sister glance up at Kate with confusion. I still loved my aunt, but I wasn't sure who she was at that moment anymore so if Allison was feeling unsure, I was definitely thrown for a complete loop. He finished with, "Look at what you're doing now, you're holding a gun to a sixteen year old boy. No proof he spilled human blood. We go by the code. Nous chassons ceux qui nous chassent."
There it was again. Something that would govern my every decision from now on.
Clearly not Kates, though, because she literally starts to pull the trigger- it takes my dad raising his gun to her head for her to stop and look back over. "Put it down," he says, "before I put you down."
She listens reluctantly, and a breath flows out of that I wasn't aware I was holding. And I thought Allison and I had a sibling rivalry? I couldn't believe that just happened.
There wasn't even a moment to recover from the tense situation we were just in because the Hale house door began to creep open, grabbing all of our attention. We all stood, staring and waiting for whatever was about to happen.
When it did happen, it was way too quick for anyone to catch. My dad. Scott. Allison. Then me. We all get knocked straight on our asses by the wolf and yes it fucking hurts, especially for me tall, lanky ass.
As I lay there trying to regain my composure, I hear Kate yelling until she's not yelling anymore. The thought of my aunt being in iminent danger is enough for me to snap out of the haze my little fall brought me.
I get to my knees and sprint towards the house, immediately seeing the alpha in human form holding onto Kate's neck, claws out. I take a step forward but he tenses up and says, "aht aht."
I feel like a helpess child. Just like I was in this school. My eyes were trained on my aunts, I could see all the fear in her eyes as she stood there shaking against this monster. I was in the exact same boat.
"Please dont," I sqeaked out, my eyes stinging hard as I fought tears.
"You see Kate? Do you see what you've done? She's beautiful, looks just like you- and you want to ruin her, make her just as damaged as you…. She doesn't have to be. You can save her. Apologize." Tears started to some to his eyes as his voice broke. Even his show of emotion was pyschopathic as he yelled, "Apologize for disintegrating my family and leaving me burnt and broken for six years! And I'll let you live."
Kate didn't say anything at first. She wasn't looking at me anymore but instead past me. I was begging her in my head to just apologize. I knew she was prideful but not enough to die for, right?
"Kate, please." I heard Allison behind me but I was too frozen in fear to move and look back at her. My eyes never left his claws pressed at her jugular.
"I'm...sorry," she whimpers and I feel like I can move again. I'm ready for him to let her go and then I don't know what but at least she'll be safe.
Blood splatters across my face and it takes me a second to even realize.
He just ripped my aunts throat out.
From this point on the story is rewritten. I'm going to tackle season 2 in a completely different way so I might delete it all and then post this so there's notifications.
At first I was going to just completely rewrite season 2 and upload all at once like I did here but nah. Nobody wants to read through season 1 but obviously JosxIsaac happens in season 2 so its much more important.
Did you guys like her reasoning/rant to her dad? Sometimes i have to put myself in the character's shoes and have a cnversation with myself like im in the story. Thats why it helps ive watched the seasons so many times because I really know all these characters or at least i think?
Yall think im good w the characters? Im actually confident in how i write them. Anyways thanks if you reviewed and allat. Ima try to keep the fun nature of the story going its just the last few chapters are more serious. Alright bahhh
