La Iglesia, an old empty temple fully equipped with dark catacombs bones, thick cobwebs, vines and blood. Essentially the beginning of every horror mummy movie.
"Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop." Peter shouted from the front, stopping sharply. Making everyone else bump into each other.
"We gotta figure out where we are, then we gotta figure out how to find Scott and Kira." Peter instructed, just as Stiles's phone went off. "How do I even have service...Hi Dad." Stiles said, walking off to talk to his father.
Peter glanced back at the rest, giving them a 'what the hell' look.
Sara shrugged, something brushed against the neck, letting out a squeal she jumped back into Malia. "What happened?" Peter asked sharply.
Sara looking down, giving a shiver of disgust. "Spider." Sara mumbled under her breath, Liam patting her shoulder. She hated spiders.
Peter rolled her eyes. "Seriously?"
"Hey, it was huge." Sara retorted, showing him with her hands. "Gigantic."
"It's this one isn't it?" Peter said, pointing to a tiny spider that was currently crawling on the floor for its dear life. The three looked at her. Sara scratching the back of her neck. "No?"
Peter scoffed to himself, muttering something under his breath, just as Stiles pocketed his phone re-joining them.
"What do we do now?" Liam asked, looking around the catacomb.
It was like an dusty maze. Finding Scott and Kira, before Kate did whatever she planned to do was starting to feel like Mission Impossible, the first one when it did actually seem impossible.
"Yeah, any bright idea Sherlock?" Sara asked, glancing at Stiles, the shivering slightly. The necks on the back of her neck, standing up end. Wha-
"Duck!" Malia cried, grabbing Sara and Liam to the side, as the Berserker launched itself at them.
"Get down!"
"Go back. Get back!" Peter shouted. The group running deeper into the temple, Sara in lead. "Go! Go, go, go, go!"
"Go, go, go!" Peter shouted, as they ran into a large room. Stiles and Peter running to hide behind the pillars, Malia, Sara and Liam running past them. The two nearly chasing straight into some old wooden benches.
"Go find Kira and Scott!" Malia said, tossing the sword to Stiles. "Go!" she ordered. Stiles froze, not seeming to know what to do. "Stiles," Sara said, turning his attention to her. "We'll be fine. Just go."
Stiles licked his lips, turning around and running deep into the temple.
The Berserkers growled, their heavy feet bringing them close to them. Sara stepped back, Malia and Liam doing the same, the three forming a small triangle.
"Remember," Sara said, lighting her hand with her energy, illuminating the dimly lit room. "Get it to the ground, pull of the helmet and it will die."
The two nodded, standing on either side of her. Malia clicked her neck, smirking as the four Berserkers waddled in. Malia let out a small snarl. Her clawed fingers looking sharper than usual.
They surrounded them. Sara took a deep breath, glancing between the four. The one nearest one growling at her.
"Three." Liam counted, clenching his fists.
"Two." Malia said, whipping her claws out.
"One." Sara said, drawing back and blasting the nearest one to her.
Between the four of them (Peter had jumped in the second after Sara blasted one to the other end of the room) they had manged to take down the other three Berserkers.
The last one seeming to be much more powerful than the rest. Attempting to grab with it with her powers again. The Berserker tossed Malia into her, the two slamming hard into a pillar.
"Oww." Sara groaned, attempting to pull herself up. Malia springing up with a growl, vaulting herself at it. The Berserker catching her leg and throwing her across the room.
Picking herself up, Sara kicked it in the chest, hoping the weak blast of energy would at least stun it. Peter jumping up, hitting it in the back.
The Berserker punched Peter in the face, making him stumble back, swatting Liam like a fly and grabbed Sara by the shirt and tossing her roughly to the floor as well.
Peter ran at it punching it in the face again, the Berserker pushing him into a pillar. Liam then ran at it, punching and swiping madly. The Berserker throwing him across the room like he weighed nothing...
Malia kicked it in the abdomen. Peter going for the face again. Sara creeping up from behind it, waiting for it to bend.
The Berserker swatted Malia to the floor. Sara taking her chance jumping on its back, her fingers brushing against the skull.
The Berserker caught her wrists sharply, swinging her around facing it. Sara briefly catching a glimpse of the Berserker's eyes. "Sc-?" before the words could leave her lips, the Berserker took her hands snapping her wrists.
Sara let out a shriek of pain, the Berserker tossing her to the floor.
Liam let out a roar, his eyes flashing yellow for a moment, running at it again. Malia pulled Sara away, to the end of the room. "Are you-"
"No!" Sara cried, a few stray tears of pain slipping out of her eyes. Malia glanced between her and the Berserker, letting out a growl.
"I'll be back." she said, letting out another growl, before running at it again.
Sara groaned in pain, shutting her eyes trying to heal herself. (She was much better at healing other people, and her healing wasn't that good) But at least it was a full moon and she was in the presence of many supernatural creatures. The energy should be enough, if she focused….
Sara opened her eyes, slowly rotating her wrist. They still stung, but they weren't broken anymore.
The Berserker was on its knees. Her head was swimming, her brain felt like mush. Falling to the floor, the Berserker scrambled to get back up. He…Scott. Peter ran picking up a bone knife. "Take him. Aim for the skull!" he said, tossing the knife to Malia.
The Berserker ran at them, Liam and Peter pinning the Berserker it against the pillar. Sara's clouded pain filled mind emptied remembering what she saw. "Wait!"
"Kill it. Kill it now!"
"Malia! No!" Sara yelled. Malia raised the knife, launching herself at the Berserker. "No, wait, wait. Malia, wait!" Stiles shouted running into the room. Malia bringing down the knife when Kira appeared sliced the blade with her sword.
Malia stepped back, staring at them.
"It's Scott. It's Scott." Stiles panted. Malia stepping back, staring wide-eyed at the rabid Berserker. Liam doing the same.
Sara getting up, walking towards it. "Scott?" Sara whispered slowly reaching out towards him. The Berserker glanced at her, roughly pushing Peter and Liam to the floor, punching Malia in the face, stalking towards Liam.
Sara ran forward, standing protectively in front of Liam. The Berserker paused in its path. "Scott, it's me, its Sara." Sara said gently. The Berserker slowly raised its hand, as if about to pat her.
Spoiler Alert; it didn't.
Grabbing her by the neck, ignoring the shouts from Stiles, Kira and Liam. Scott raised her up to his new tall eye level. "Scott?" Sara choked, struggling to breath in his tighten grip, her eyes shining. Her body was screaming at her.
To react.
To kill.
But this was Scott.
"Scott please." Sara wheezed out. The Berserker rising his other hand clasping it around her right wrist, her favoured hand, and the one was currently still healing. "Don't you dare-"
He dared.
Snapping her wrist again, Sara letting out another scream. Scott tossed her into another pillar. Sara forced her eyes open, her vision and hearing blurred vaguely seeing Stiles being thrown to the floor.
"Scott? Scott, don't!"
Scott grabbed Liam slamming him into a pillar, choking him.
"Scott."
Scott raised his arm, about go for the kill. "Scott, Scott, listen, listen, listen!" Liam yelled, making Scott freeze.
Stiles crawled towards Sara, wrapping his arms around pulling her close to his chest. Sara leaned into him. Stiles's (while tense) form was still a hell of a lot calmer than her and she appreciated his stillness, calming her shaking form.
"You're not a monster!" Liam shouted. "You're a werewolf! Like me."
Scott lowered his fist, slowly setting Liam down. His neck cracked sharply, stumbling backwards. Stiles gently helped Sara up.
Scott grabbed bits of his amour, roughly pulling it off, bit by bit, each bit falling to the floor with a loud clatter. Grabbing his skull helmet, Scott pulled against it.
A golden light cracking the skull, Scott screamed, his red eyes and fangs glowing brightly in the moon light.
"You." Scott breathed out, his eyes locked on Peter, the rest of them glancing at him. "The only one who knew as much as Argent about Berserkers. About the Nagual. You taught Kate. You helped her. All for power."
"For my family's power." Peter replied darkly. Malia slowly stepping away from him.
"To be rightfully inherited by me. Not usurped by some idiot teenage boy, so incorruptible, he won't shed the blood of his enemies even when justified. You don't deserve your power." Peter said, his eyes glowing blue. "Not power like this." He growled, shifting into his werewolf form, roaring.
Malia roared back, shifting to running at Peter, who pushed her back into a cement block.
"Oh, sorry, sweetheart," Peter said, fixing his gaze back to Scott. "We'll talk about this later."
Kira raised her sword, about to charge. "Kira!" Scott shouted, halting her. Kira glanced unsurely at Scott, stepping backwards, lowering her sword.
Scott stepped closer to Peter. "You were my Beta first, Scott. It was my bite that changed your life. And my bite that can end it." Peter spat.
"Then, end it, Peter." Scott replied, his voice deadly calm. "Because you won't get another chance."
Peter roared, charging for Scott. Scott roared back, launching himself at Peter.
Sara knew what this was, a fight. A fight to kill.
Sara curled into Stiles holding onto him tightly (knowing if she released, she might just intervene and she had a feeling that wouldn't end well) as Peter and Scott ripped each other apart. Scott more on the defensive.
"Come on, Scott. Come on!" Peter gloated, throwing Scott into a pillar. "Fight like an Alpha." Peter said, pushing him against the pillar.
Scott growled, pushing back using the pillar to help him. He pushed Peter against the pillar hard. Peter fell to the floor. Standing over him, Scott began punching him in the chest continuously. The floor vibrating with each hit.
He pulled Peter back up.
Peter head-butting Scott. Hitting him continuously, making Scott fall to his knees. "You want to defeat me? You're going to have to kill me!" Peter yelled, throwing Scott against the wall.
Scott slammed against the wall, near Stiles and Sara. Stiles gripping her arm tightly. He wouldn't let her help him. Not yet.
Liam stepped forward, seeing to be on the same wavelength as Sara.
Peter reacted fast, grabbing a bench throwing it at him. Liam ducked as the shards of wood flew everywhere. Peter roared again, baring his teeth.
Scott got up. Peter swiped at him, but instead of attacking him, Scott only blocked all Peter's attacks.
Dodging a punch, Scott hit Peter in the abdomen, knocking him backwards, before sharply up-cutting him. Peter flew though her air, slamming into a wall.
Scott jumped onto the altar, looking down at him. "You were never an Alpha, Peter. But you were always a monster."
Peter growled back. Scott jumping down, punching him in the face. Knocking him out.
Silence. It so quiet, probably for the first time since this all started yesterday. After a few seconds, the rest of them came out, staring at Scott and Peter.
"Is it over?" Sara asked breaking the silence. Scott turned to them, as the last lights of moonlight illuminating the room, disappeared.
La Iglesia it actually looked beautiful in the early morning sun, with the blue sky and the clouds. It really did look heavenly.
"There's enough yellow wolfsbane to keep Peter out for the trip back. But be careful." Chris warned them, standing with the Calaveras, Mexico's best hunters apparently.
"You're really going with them?" Scott asked, glancing at the Calavera's unsurely.
"I made a deal with the Calaveras weeks ago. They'll leave you alone. All of you." he added, glancing at Sara. "But only if I help them catch Kate."
"What if you can't?" Kira asked worriedly. "I'll find her." Chris said calmly. "Someone has to." he said, walking with the Calavera's into their vans.
Scott rubbing Kira's arm. Liam, Stiles, Malia and Sara surrounded them. Scott squeezing Sara's healed hand (thanks to Parrish, strange thing the second Sara hugged him (she didn't know why she did that) her hands healed almost instantly), watching the hunters leave.
Derek stared at them from his car smiling. Inclining his head to Scott. A sort unspoken connection between the two, she didn't intervene. This was there weird silent moment/
Parrish jumped into the front seat of the van with Peter. Stiles climbing into the other, with Sara, Scott, Liam, Kira and Malia.
"I'm hungry." Sara said, after a couple minutes of driving, making the rest grin. "I wonder if Mom's home yet," she said, pulling out her phone.
Her eyes widened.
"Oh crap!" Sara cursed, covering her mouth. "What?" Scott said worriedly (he'd been fussing with her since he remember he broke her wrists. Twice.)
"I forgot to tell Mom," Sara breathed out. "Oh my god, I'm going to die!" Sara cried, as the other started to laugh.
"She's going to kill me!"
"Then Stiles said that Scott and Kira were stuck in Mexico which was why they missed the game. Uh, so we went down to Mexico to drive them back from Mexico and that's why we all missed practice." Liam explained to Coach.
Scott and Stiles standing guiltily behind him. Sara sitting on the bench, watching. Highly amused.
"Cause...We were all in Mexico." Liam said slowly Coach glaring at him.
"You took Kira on a date to Mexico?" Coach asked, slowly turning to Scott. Scott stared back at him, like a deer caught in headlights. "It was our first real date."
"In Mexico?" Coach said pointedly.
"They wanted to do something special." Stiles said patting Scott on the back.
"Huh. Okay. I believe you." Coach said, nodding his head to himself.
"Really?" Liam and Sara blurted out, staring at him.
"Absolutely not. But I've had experiences south of the border that would knock the genitals off you boys." Coach said, glancing at Sara. "And you too."
"I don't have-"
"Okay!" Stiles said, covering Sara's mouth.
"Still, let me be clear to you two. This kid's the best talent I've seen in years. So he's your responsibility now. You boys are gonna stick together. You're gonna look out for each other. And you're gonna have each other's backs. You got it?" Coach said, glancing between the three.
Scott smiled, glancing at Liam who smiled back. "We got it."
Sara smirked. Maybe coming back home wasn't such a bad idea after all.
Done! With S4!
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Thank you all for staying with Sara and her journey! I'm excited what you'll all think of where I take it next. S5 is definitely the main juicy stuff, that's really going to change thoughts and answer questions! :)
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