Sooooooo I was going to wait until like next week to post this, buuuuuuuuuut Tyler Posey now has an OnlyFans and I wanted to make sure everyone knew that lovely tidbit. So tempted. So so tempted.
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"Blood on the floor
Glamour and gauze
Stain on the glass
Make this the last
Night that you're here
Bites on your neck
Can't dodge a hex
Show me respect
I see the death
I smell the fear
Don't be afraid"
Massacre by Kim Petras
We decided to tell Derek about what had happened at the school. While I healed, Scott helped me to Stiles's jeep, unfortunately leaving Lydia back at the school to explain what happened. Even though Stilinski had been taken, at least Lydia was alive. On the way there, I tried to check my phone, but it had died, so I couldn't call my dad. I had no idea what Ms. Blake meant when she mentioned helping my mother.
After doing our best to explain what had happened, we hid when Derek and Scott heard someone coming.
"Derek? Derek, where are you?" Ms. Blake called from the door to the loft after opening it.
"Right here," Derek replied.
"Oh, thank god." Scott, Stiles, and I heard her run over to the alpha werewolf. "Something happened at the recital at the school. Okay, I need to tell you before you hear it-before you hear any of it from them."
"From who?"
"Scott, Stiles, Sara. They're going to tell you things. Things you can't believe- you have to trust me, okay? You trust me." I scowled with Stiles. Damn, she's laying it on thick.
"What is it?"
"You promise you'll listen to me?"
"Promise." Liar liar, pants on fire.
It was quiet for a few moments before Ms. Blake spoke again. "They're already here, aren't they?" Scott, Stiles, and I walked through the giant hole in the brick wall that separated us from them. The teacher/not teacher looked from us back to Derek. "So they told you it was me? That I'm the one taking people?"
"We told him you were the one killing people," Scott corrected.
Ms. Blake continued her innocent act. "Oh, that's right." She chuckled lightly. "Committing human sacrifices. What, cutting their throats? Yeah, I- I probably do it on my lunch hour that way I can get back to teaching high school English the rest of the day. That makes perfect sense."
"Where's my Dad?" Stiles asked, his voice shaking and a few tears rolling down his cheeks.
"And what did you do to my mom?" I added, my eyes narrowing at her.
"How should I know?" Ms. Blake asked, still acting. "Derek, tell me you don't believe this?"
Derek's face remained blank, something he was super good at. "Do you know what happened to their parents?"
"No."
"Ask her why she almost killed Lydia," Scott said.
"Lydia Martin?" Ms. Blake's voice raised a fraction. "I don't know anything about that."
"Then what do you know?" Derek questioned.
Ms. Blake gestured to us three. "I know that these kids- for whatever misguided reason -are filling your head with an absurd story." She turned to us with a dark look. "And one they can't prove, by the way."
My upper lip curled up in a sneer as my glare darkened. "Get hit in the face with a little fire," I suggested, my voice low and slow. "If you burn and not heal, I'll chalk this up to a mistake."
Scott, with one hand, grabbed onto my wrist to keep me calm and from walking forward, and with the other hand, he held up a small jar. "What if we can prove it?"
"What is that?" Ms. Blake asked.
The young wolf began unscrewing the cap as he explained, "My boss told me it's a poison and a cure. Which means you can use it and it can be used against you."
A look of realization spread across our English teacher's face. "Mistletoe." Scott threw the contents of the jar toward her, the powdered mistletoe soaring through the air around Ms. Blake. The mistletoe did its job, revealing the scarred face of the Darach, and she let out a screeching roar. Ms. Blake waved her hands as she reacted to the plant. Once the powder had dissipated, Derek grabbed her by the neck before she could run away. "Derek! Wait, wait! You need me!"
"What are you?" the alpha werewolf demanded to know. A Dark Druid, aka a Darach. The fuck, Derek, I thought we went over this.
"The only person who can save your sister," she replied, gasping for air. "Call Peter. Call him!"
Derek pulled out his phone and called his uncle. "How is she?" he asked then waited for Peter's reply. "Mistletoe." He hung up and put his phone away. He began squeezing her throat.
"Derek," Scott said. "Derek, what are you doing?"
"Her life, it's in my hands," Ms. Blake bargained. Derek didn't listen, lifting her off the ground by her throat.
"Stop, Derek, stop!" Stiles ordered, moving forward.
"Stilinski, you'll never find him. And you'll never fix the kitsune." Derek continued squeezing her throat.
As much as I hated to agree, I pleaded, "Derek, let her go." The alpha werewolf dropped our English teacher.
She pushed herself up and looked around at us, her voice eerily calm. "That's right. You need me. All of you."
The rain and wind pounded the vehicles and pavement as we sped through the streets. Ms. Blake rode with Derek in his car while we teenagers rode in Stiles' jeep to the hospital where Cora had been admitted to. I knew how much Riichi and Boyd would hate to miss being by her side if they knew.
"Does anyone else feel strange?" Stiles asked. He then sighed and shook his head. "I don't know, something feels wrong about this. We proved it to Derek, but she still had this look like it didn't matter. You know, like it was still going according to plan." He looked at Scott. "You saw it, didn't you?"
"Like she's still the one in control," I said, picking at my nails.
"Exactly."
I hated every moment of this. I hated being in the dark. I hated being one step behind. I hated not being able to do something. Sometimes it felt like we were just running in circles or being pulled by strings.
Stiles pulled up outside the hospital next to Derek's car, and we climbed out. I winced at the hard downpour of the rain, and Scott noticed. "Are you alright?" he asked.
I nodded while scowling and holding my arms. "I'm just not good in water." Like Roy Mustang, useless in rain.
Stiles came up next to us holding what looked like a bat. I blinked a few times. Yeah, that's a bat. Scott looked at him strangely and asked, "What's that?"
"What? You got claws, Sara's got fire, and I got a bat," Stiles retorted.
The three of us made our way into the hospital, following Derek dragging an unhappy-looking Ms. Blake. As we marched through the first floor, someone called for Scott. We paused and turned to see Melissa jogging over to us. "Scott, what are you doing here?" she questioned. "The hospital's evacuating."
"We're here for Cora," Scott answered.
"All of you?" She looked at the rest of us, and I awkwardly waved. Melissa's eyes zeroed in on Stiles. "Why does Stiles have my bat?" Her bat? I furrowed my eyebrows and looked at Stiles who glanced at the bat in his hands. Did he seriously steal her bat?
Scott passed over her inquiries, getting straight to the point. "Mom, just trust me on this. You need to get out of here. Right now."
It only took her a second to register the severity of her son's words, knowing it was supernatural related. "The building is supposed to be cleared in thirty minutes. We've got two ambulances that are coming back. One's ten minutes out, the other twenty. Cora needs to be on one of those. They'll be picking up in the basement garage."
Scott nodded. "Got it."
"Okay."
We then continued down the hall, getting into the elevator. I stood behind and to the right of Derek, Stiles behind in the middle, and Scott behind to the left of Ms. Blake, all three of us glaring at her. Derek held onto her bicep.
"You don't have to keep me on a leash, Derek. I'm going to help," Ms. Blake said, but she didn't get a response. She then looked behind her at Scott standing with his arms across his chest. At his unfriendly glare, she turned to see Stiles gracelessly holding Melissa's bat. With an eye-roll, she then noticed me leaning against the wall of the elevator glaring at her.
The elevator finally dinged and opened. We followed Derek out and down the hall. The lights flickered overhead and Derek stopped outside of one of the rooms, looking in to see an empty bed. I wrinkled my nose at the sight of black blood mixed with mistletoe on the floor next to it. So, Cora had definitely been there, but where had she gone?
"Derek," Scott said quietly, grabbing Derek's attention. We followed Scott's line of sight to see a trail of black blood droplets on the floor leading away from the room and to a set of closed double doors. I heard muffled growling coming from the other side.
ChikushÅ, this is like a bad horror flick.
The doors slammed open, and Peter slid to a stop in front of us. He looked up from his spot on the floor and said, "We got a problem." He picked his head up towards the direction he had come from. "Big problem."
I looked up to see the morphed twins further down the hall. Voltron Wolf roared.
Derek was the first to shift, racing forward to confront the twins. Scott followed close behind, jumping off the wall to come down on the twins. I quickly patted my jacket pockets to find my kunai and pulled it out, running forward after them.
I had briefly thought about using my fire but decided against it due to the confined hall space. One wrong move or lapse in control and the walls would be lit up in flames. That'd be worse than our current situation. And I wasn't as good at putting out a fire than I was at starting a fire.
Voltron Wolf picked Scott up and held him against the nearest door, so I attacked from behind, slicing my knife across the backs of their knees. They howled and dropped Scott, turning around to swipe their gigantic claws at me. But I grabbed the hand before it could touch me, leaped up, and wrapped my legs around Voltron Wolf's throat. The twins surged back, slamming me against the wall, but I held on tight despite my head throbbing at the impact. Derek and Scott grabbed their claws.
"Ethan, Aiden, stop!" Scott ordered.
"All we want is her," Voltron Wolf replied.
We turned our heads to look at Ms. Blake, only to see her standing in the elevator with the doors closing.
Voltron Wolf roared again, tossing Derek and Scott aside then prying me off. I landed with a thud on my back, briefly knocking the air out of me. Scott helped me up, Peter picked up Cora, and we hauled ass away from the angry morphed twins.
We went through a pair of doors. "Don't stop, don't stop!" Derek said as we passed through a room. I followed closely behind Peter and Cora, not noticing Derek, Scott, and Stiles not following until I heard roaring from behind us. I rolled my eyes at their nonstop heroics but didn't go after them. Stiles ended up catching up quickly without the baseball bat.
The power went out shortly after. The storm raging outside was not doing us any favors. Thankfully, the backup generators came online as we entered a room meant for what looked like performing surgeries. Peter laid Cora gently on the bed. Scott and Stiles joined us a few seconds later.
"Where's the big guy?" Peter asked as he checked on his niece.
"He's close," Derek answered, closing the double doors slowly and looking out the window.
"What about Ms. Blake?" Stiles asked.
I looked at him with a dumbfounded expression. He had been there. "Did you not see her get in the elevator and run? She's gone, Stiles."
"Are you kidding me?"
"Be quiet," Derek hissed at the human.
"Me be quiet? Me, huh?" Stiles, completely peeved and unamused, got in Derek's face. "Are you telling me what to do now? When your psychotic mass-murdering girlfriend, the second one you've dated, by the way, has got my dad somewhere, tied up, waiting to be ritually sacrificed?"
I leaned closer to Scott and quietly asked, "Second?"
"Kate, Allison's aunt," he replied in the same quiet tone. I made an 'o' with my mouth. Did not know that. Derek didn't seem to be doing too well in the romance department. First, the girlfriend that was bitten and he had to kill. Second, Kate Argent, the one responsible for the Hale House fire. Third, Jennifer Blake, a Darach committing human sacrifices. Geez, poor guy.
Scott then moved forward to break up the tension between Stiles and Derek. "Stiles, they're still out there."
"And-and they want her, right? Which means now we don't have her either, so my dad and Cora are both dead!"
"Not yet." Stiles finally stopped talking, listening to Scott. Scott then went to Peter's side. "Is she really dying?"
"She's definitely not getting any better," Peter answered.
"There has to be something that we can do. We have to help her."
The doors opened and we all turned to see Ms. Blake walking in. "You can't," she said, the doors closing behind her. "Only I can. I can save her, I can tell you where Sheriff Stilinski is, and I can turn back Dr. Todd. But there is a pack of alphas in this hospital who want me dead. So I'll help you, but only when I'm out of here and safe. Only then."
Wait, turn back? The fuck did she do to my mom? Turn her into a baby or a box of chocolates? What would she possibly have to gain from that? Although, that did mean she's not a sacrifice, so that's a plus.
Derek shoved aside a small table, it clattering to the ground as he went to attack Ms. Blake. "Derek, wait!" Scott exclaimed, putting himself between the alpha and the Darach, holding Derek back.
"She was trying to get out," Derek argued.
"I was trying to keep from getting killed," Ms. Blake corrected. "You can't blame me for that."
Stiles wasn't buying it. "If you want to show you're one of the good guys, then heal her." He pointed at Cora's limp body.
"Not until I'm safe."
"I'd like to volunteer a different method of persuasion," Peter chimed in. "Let's torture her."
"I'm in!" I quickly agreed. Her way sounded an awful lot like a deal with the devil, and I didn't like agreeing to it one bit.
Derek was with us, too. "Works for me."
The intercom beeped as it turned on, echoing throughout the empty hospital. "Um, can I have your attention?" a voice said through the P.A. I recognized it as Melissa's and my gut dropped. Scott froze, looking up at the speaker on the wall with wide eyes. "Mr. Deucalion, excuse me, just Deucalion, requests you bring the woman called Jennifer Blake to the E.R. reception. Do this and everyone else can leave. You have ten minutes."
"He's not gonna hurt her," Ms. Blake said.
Derek pointed at her harshly. "Shut up."
"He won't."
I had to agree with the devil. "He wouldn't dare," I added begrudgingly, my eyes drifting to Scott's. "It'd cost him too much." He had a look of realization at what I meant.
"Scott, you know why," Ms. Blake said. "Tell them it's true."
"What do they mean?" Derek asked.
When Scott made no move to explain himself, Ms. Blake did it for him, eyes on Derek. "You're not the only one he wants in his pack." Derek turned to Scott, looking increasingly confused. "Deucalion doesn't want just an alpha pack, he wants perfection. That means adding the rarest of alphas to his ranks."
Peter stared at the floor and muttered, "A True Alpha." I nodded in confirmation, not like he was paying attention.
"What's that?" Stiles asked.
"The kind that doesn't have to steal his power from another," Peter explained. "One that can rise by the force of his own will." The expression on his face seemed almost proud as he looked at the young werewolf. I didn't like it. "Our little Scott."
"It doesn't matter," Scott said. "We still need to get her out of here."
"Scott, your mom-" Stiles started.
Scott cut him off. "My mom said that there's one more ambulance coming in twenty minutes, and I don't think we've been here that long. So if we can get down to the garage, get to the last ambulance, we can get out of here."
"The twins aren't going to let us just walk out," I pointed out.
Scott's eyes met mine, looking firm and resolute. "I'll distract them."
"You mean fight them," Derek corrected.
"Whatever I have to do."
"Then I'll help you."
Ms. Blake did not agree with Derek one bit. "Um, sorry, but I'm not going anywhere without you, Derek."
Peter was always one for a fight. "Then I'll do it. But I'd prefer to be out there with an advantage."
"'Advantage' like a weapon?" Stiles wondered.
Peter gave him a deadpan look. "Something better than a baseball bat." The older man turned his head towards me, his gaze unwavering.
It took me a moment to realize what he was implying. I brought a hand to my chest, where it was still tender from the knife wound from earlier. "Oh, you mean me? You want me out there?" I gestured to the doors and shook my head, knowing he meant more than just me and my knife. "I can't. What if I lose control? The whole building could burn down."
Peter tsked me with a disappointed expression. "That's your problem. You spend so much time trying to control your fox when you should be embracing it. That's the only way to become one with your spirit. It's a part of you whether you like it or not. Kitsune aren't meant to be controlled. You're meant to be unleashed."
Kitsune aren't meant to be controlled. You're meant to be unleashed.
The words repeated in my mind over and over again like a mantra and it hit me like a train. That was it. That was the key. I had to not control it but let it be free. My heart raced as I began walking towards the doors. Peter had a point. I could do something about the twins. I was simply afraid to be used, to be unleashed. But I had to try. For my mom, for Cora, for Noah. I needed to let go of my control and my fear.
Before I could get very far, Scott's hand shot out, grabbing mine. I looked back at him. "I can't let you go alone," he said gently. "I'll be right behind you."
"While that's very touching and I'm overcome with fuzzy feelings, we need to get a move on," Peter interrupted.
A sense of resolve filled me, and I went through the doors first, followed by Scott and Peter. I can do this. At the end of the hall were unshifted, shirtless Ethan and Aiden. They roared at the sight of us and morphed into Voltron Wolf as they marched forward.
I can do this. Become one with your spirit. Two parts of a whole, not two separate entities.
My eyes glowed bright orange as I relaxed, feeling the fire flow through my veins. Letting myself be filled with power, I threw my hands in front of me, orange fire erupting from my palms and hitting the twins square in the chest. The gigantic werewolf flew backward hitting the wall behind them. Unlike at the school, they didn't separate. I frowned at that realization. It wasn't the red fire I had managed to create before.
Peter and Scott ran ahead of me to attack the stunned wolf. They began fighting him, swiping and slicing with their claws. As Voltron Wolf threw Scott against a wall, I came up behind, kicked the back of their knee, then punched their jaw with a fiery fist. With the Voltron Wolf stunned again, the three of us ran. We heard Voltron Wolf roar.
We caught our breaths in a separate hall, leaning against the wall and panting.
"Blast them with fire again and maybe they'll separate, just like at the school," Scott said.
"I think that was foxfire, not regular fire," I corrected.
"Then make foxfire."
I shook my head, staring at him wide-eyed. "I can't control it. I made it by accident. It was pure instinct. They attacked you and Isaac. Creating foxfire is different than real fire. I've never made it intentionally."
"Why isn't it instinctual now with them attacking us?" Peter asked harshly, clutching his chest.
"How should I know?" I waved my hands wildly. I'm not an expert. Why did people think I have the answers to everything? "It might be because I don't give a shit about you, and they're not gonna kill Scott."
"Well, you'd think you'd be concerned for your own well-being," Peter snarked.
I gritted my teeth. "Big shocker, I'm not."
We heard another roar and turned to see the twins barrelling down the hall. I sent a wave of fire towards them before we took off running again. Peter tripped as we turned a corner, and Scott and I helped him up.
Before getting very far, Scott kicked open a door and we entered. I closed the door behind us, and Scott and I squeezed together to look out the small window. Standing there, I realized the power had gone out while we were distracted which only made our situation seem even more like a scary movie.
"Those twins are really starting to piss me off," Peter said from behind us.
I turned and growled, "Get in line." I still wasn't okay with what they had pulled at the school with trapping Isaac in a closet. Scott grabbed my hand, and I immediately calmed down. Peter wasn't the enemy at the moment.
"How the hell are we supposed to get past them?" Scott asked.
"Personally, I think if we keep letting them beat the living crap out of us, they'll tire and give up." Peter was clutching his side where he had been hurt in the fight. He hadn't had time to properly heal from his previous fight with them before we arrived.
Scott's eyes caught something in the corner of the room. Peter and I followed his gaze, landing on a small metal door that read "Laundry Chute."
Peter went down first, followed closely behind by Scott. I rolled my eyes. He had gone down almost immediately after. I waited a few seconds before climbing inside. I tried not to yelp at the sudden weightlessness of falling and landed on another body.
I groaned at the sudden impact and pushed myself up to see I had landed on Scott. Peter was sitting up and leaning against the wall of the large laundry hamper looking incredibly annoyed. Scott must've landed on him as I had thought. Scott gave me a pained, sheepish grin as I climbed off of him, sitting in between him and Peter.
Scott's phone then vibrated and he pulled it out to look at it. His expression said everything.
"They didn't get out, did they?" Peter asked. He didn't wait for Scott's reply and hopped out of the hamper.
Scott pulled himself out after then grabbed my arm to help me out. "Derek and Jennifer are in the elevator. We need to get the backup generator back on and get Stiles and Cora." He quickly replied to Derek to let him know we're on it.
"Where's Stiles and Cora?" I asked as the three of us hurried out of the room.
"They're in the ambulance, but they can't leave."
As we hurried to the basement where the ambulance was parked, Peter began stumbling, not up to the same power-level as he had been before he died. Once he stumbled again, Scott and I picked him up, wrapping his arms around our shoulders, practically carrying him down to the basement garage.
The ambulance's lights were flashing as he hurried over. Scott slapped his hands a few times on the back window and whisper-yelled, "Stiles! Stiles, open the door!" Stiles quickly opened it up for us. "Help us get him in." Scott and I lifted Peter in the back of the ambulance as Stiles pulled him up. Peter, coughing, sat on the bench next to Stiles.
"Where's Derek and Jennifer?" Stiles asked.
"I have to go back for them and my mom," Scott replied.
"I'm going with you," I told him.
"Okay, two problems," Stiles interjected before we could run off. "Kali's got the keys to this thing, and I just saw the twins like thirty seconds ago."
Scott and I turned our heads at the sound of a loud banging nearby. "Stay here," Scott told Stiles then grabbed my hand to pull me with him. "Stay close."
Together, we walked down a dark hallway towards the sound we had heard. I felt like a teenager in a horror movie. Don't go towards the sound. Don't go towards the people trying to kill you. Don't split up. All were ways people die in horror movies. Not to mention, the person of color, like me or Scott, was usually the first person to die. And I didn't fancy dying at age seventeen.
Scott paused while walking and I came to a halt next to him since he was still gripping my hand tight. He looked around then pulled me down as he ducked, narrowly avoiding a hit from Voltron Wolf coming out of nowhere.
Voltron Wolf grabbed me by my jacket and tossed me against the wall then did the same to Scott. With the giant paws, the combined twins lifted both of us by our throats and yelled, "Where is she? We're trying not to hurt you."
"Try harder," Scott retorted instead of answering the question.
"Hey!" someone yelled and Voltron Wolf dropped us, turning to who spoke. "I'd like to try something." Mama McCall, forever a beautiful goddess, held up the paddles of a defibrillator and pressed them against Voltron Wolf's chest. Voltron Wolf separated and the twins collapsed, electricity still coursing through them. Melissa looked at us. "Sweetheart, get up! Come on." Melissa helped her son up then Scott pulled me up. Melissa ran ahead of us as the human, and Scott forced me ahead of him.
We tore through the halls away from the twins.
When we were far enough away, Scott asked, "How'd you get away from Deucalion?"
"He just let me go, said it was a gesture of goodwill," Melissa replied as we walked through a pair of doors.
"He's trying to show you he's not all bad, Scott," I said. "Don't buy it for even a second. He did it for himself, not you."
"Well, if that means I should continue to be profoundly terrified, then don't worry about it, I got that covered," Melissa said, wringing her hands to calm her nerves.
Scott held out his arm, slowing to a stop in the hall. He looked at the corner we had been approaching then motioned for us to stay back as he went to check out whatever noise he had heard. He was momentarily startled by whatever he saw but did nothing, so Melissa and I moved to join him at the turn.
There stood Chris, Allison, and Isaac. I breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Izzy."
"Whoa, are you okay?" the tall werewolf asked, striding towards me. He brought a hand to my head and studied a wound on my forehead that had stopped bleeding because it had healed.
"A lot better now that we have backup," I told him.
"What's going on?" Chris asked, holding a handgun at his side.
Scott led us to an operating room as we explained everything that had been going on so we weren't out in the open while discussing our plans.
"So then they're essentially trapped?" Chris said as we pushed through the doors.
"Yeah, right," Scott affirmed.
I stood between Scott and Isaac on one side of a table while we faced Melissa, Chris, and Allison. "But there's no way of getting them out without turning the power back on," I said, pushing up my sleeves as I was feeling warm from the adrenaline pumping through my body.
"But wait, wait, wait," Melissa cut in, "if the power's back on, they're gonna hear the elevator moving, right?"
Scott nodded. "And they'll be on Jennifer and Derek as soon as it stops. We can't get in a fight with them."
"You've got us now," Chris said, gesturing to him and Allison.
Scott shook his head. "It's too much risk. They want her dead. And if she dies, then there's nothing that we can do for Stiles's dad, Sara's mom, or Cora."
"And we don't even know what happened to my mom yet, so I'd rather not screw our chances before that," I pointed out. Seriously though, I wished Ms. Blake would just come out and say what she had done because it clearly wasn't a kidnapping since she was incredibly vocal about the sheriff having been kidnapped. Based on earlier statements, she had turned my mom into something, but that didn't give me much of a hint.
"I don't think I even know which teacher this is," Chris said.
"She's the one with brown hair," Isaac explained, gesturing to his own hair. "She's kind of hot." Everyone turned to look at him. He blushed at Allison's gaze. Not mine, or Scott's, or the adults'. Allison's. Does he. . . My thoughts trailed off. "No, it's . . . Just an observation."
I waved my hand, both for his benefit of moving the attention away from him and for my benefit of not letting my thoughts dwell on the possibility of him liking the girl who had stabbed and shot him. "Moving on," I interrupted. "We can create some sort of distraction to draw them away from the elevator long enough for them to get out."
Allison was looking past mine and Isaac's shoulders at something behind us and straightened her back. "I've got an idea." Her eyes drifted to mine. "Can I borrow your jacket?"
"What?" I blurted.
"I think I can lure them out of the building," she explained. "I've got brown hair and the heels, but she was dressed a little differently, right?"
I made an 'o' with my mouth as I saw where she was going with it. "Brilliant." I stripped off my jacket and handed it to her, inadvertently revealing my blood-soaked shirt. I had forgotten about what it looked like during the mess we had gotten ourselves into.
"What the hell happened to you?" Isaac growled, glaring down at my shirt as Allison changed.
"Story for another time, okay? Allison, what's your plan?"
I stayed by Scott's side for the plan to get Derek and Ms. Blake as Chris was stationed outside the front, Isaac was using their car to pick up Stiles, Cora, and Peter, and Melissa went to the roof to turn on the generator.
Scott and I, the moment the power turned back on, ran to the elevator on the ground floor. The doors opened and we spotted Derek's body on the floor of the elevator without Ms. Blake with him. That bitch had escaped.
"No, no, no," I muttered and slid to a stop by Derek. I brought a hand to his neck, felt a pulse, and sighed in relief. He was alive.
Scott stood just outside the elevator and looked up. "Mom," he said breathlessly before turned and opening the stairwell door.
I looked up to see the hatch on the elevator ceiling opened. I figured out quickly what he realized and ran after him up the stairwell. I heard Stiles calling our names, but I didn't stop, running up the stairs after the desperate werewolf. Melissa was about to be taken, too.
I left the stairwell on the roof right after Scott as he called, "Mom! Mom!" But neither of us saw her anywhere. The look on his face filled me with agony.
"They're gone." Deucalion walked out from behind one of the fenced-off enclosures on the roof. "Guardians, Scott." The alpha werewolf faced us and Scott's hand slipped into mine, keeping me behind him. "If you were with me, I could've told you what it meant. I could've warned you. Let me help you, Scott. Let's help each other. You help me catch her, and I'll help you get your mother and Stiles's father back."
Scott stared slack-jawed at him for a moment before his eyes drifted to me. I knew what he was thinking. He had mentioned it earlier during school.
But what about joining him? What if it becomes the only option so no one gets hurt?
I nodded slowly. "It's alright, Scott," I said quietly, my voice barely above a whisper. I squeezed his hand to reassure him. "I trust you." Extracting my hand from his, I took a step back no matter how much it hurt. I didn't know why it hurt so much, but I trusted his judgment. He slowly started walking forward towards Deucalion, still in shock at his mother being missing.
"Scott," a voice called. I turned to see Stiles come up beside me. Scott paused. "Scott, don't do this. Don't go with him."
"I don't know what else to do," Scott said.
"No, there's. . . Scott, there's got to be something else, okay? We always. . . We always have a Plan B."
Scott turned around, tears in his eyes. "Not this time."
Stiles looked at me and gestured to his best friend. "How are you just letting him give himself up?" He turned back to Scott. "Scott."
"I'm gonna find your dad. I promise." He then turned back around, going to Deucalion.
"Scott!" Stiles tried again to no avail. Scott followed Deucalion, disappearing in the fog, and it hurt worse than a knife to the chest.
ChikushÅ - Damn it, oh shit, oh hell