Another update! This chapter has been bouncing around in my head for a while (at least four chapters), I hope you enjoy this.
Ok, so full warning, this chapter might have come from the darker (never Darkest, but pretty close) pits of my imagination. This chapter will be mentioned repeatedly, due to content, so… um… this fic may no longer be for the faint of heart. It will calm down for a while, and the darker aspects will come and go as the plot demands, but this level will not be normal. I'm a little too optimistic
Also, someone finally asked the question I've been waiting to answer. Are Boyd and Erica going to be in this story? Erica is, she's going to get her own story arc, not quite as long as Isaac's, but she has a plan attached. Boyd, not so much, he is the flattest character in all of TV. He is so painfully token black that the attempt for diversity comes off as racist.
It was a typical Saturday afternoon training session. Allison, Danny, and Isaac were practicing martial arts, while the others were training nearby.
Then it happened. A white gas came from nowhere, no, from all around, very suddenly.
Stiles could feel himself getting sleepy. Even Derek looked like he was being affected, as were Danny and Allison. That was important, for some reason. Stiles couldn't think clearly enough to figure out why. He did do one last thing before the gas took effect: he sent one last text.
To: Dad From: Stiles
SOS
Stiles then promptly passed out.
When the sheriff received the text, he was worried.
To: Stiles From: Dad
What's up?
He waited 20 minutes for a response. That made him worry even more.
So he called Melissa. She answered, "Hello?"
He replied, "Are any of the kids in the hospital right now?"
Melissa replied, concerned, "No. Why?"
Stan answered, "Stiles sent me SOS as a text. Something's wrong. I'm headed up to Hale House."
He hung up.
As soon as he got to Hale House, the Sheriff knew everything was wrong. His police instincts were flaring.
First, and most importantly, the kids' cars were there, but the kids weren't.
Second, it was evident that bodies had been dragged to a vehicle. No blood, so they were probably still alive.
Third, there was a residue on the leaves around the house. He rubbed some of it gently between his fingers. He didn't know how, but it felt… supernatural.
That feeling is what made him decide not to call in the department.
He dialled the only number he knew for this situation.
The phone was answered, "Hello, Chris Argent speaking."
The Sheriff said, "Come to Hale House now. The kids have been kidnapped. There is a powdery residue on the ground, and I can't call in the department."
Mr Argent replied, "I'll be there as soon as possible."
Isaac woke up, chained to the wall, in a foul smelling room, next to Allison and Danny.
He panicked from being contained (he was flashing back to the freezer in the basement) and struggled for a few moments.
He gave up after a fairly short amount of time. He calmed down for long enough to think.
Where were the real werewolves? Why was he with the Gammas?
Then, he heard a noise. It was Derek screaming in pain.
Derek found himself hanging by chains in a room with Stiles, Lydia, Scott, and Jackson. He was the first to wake up, naturally.
A man in a white cloak walked in. He spat on Derek and said, "Oh, look, the alpha doggie's awake."
Derek growled in response. The man pushed a button and Derek was shocked by a massive current running through his chains.
Derek screamed out. When the pain stopped, he asked, rather sarcastically, "Why don't you just kill us all now?"
The man said, "You demons must pay for your sins."
He then continued torturing Derek.
As soon as Chris Argent got to Hale House, he knew who it was who had kidnapped his daughter and her friends, based on the residue.
He didn't even get out of the car. He rolled down the window and said, "Get in, Stan, if you want to save them." He had a tone of finality that indicated how bad it was.
The sheriff agreed to mainly because he knew that Chris both had information and weapons.
Chris began driving. He said, "Our children are currently being held by an extremist wing of the KKK."
Stan Stilinski responded, "The extremist wing of a terrorist organization?"
Chris nodded his head gravely. He continued, "Now, where should we look? There are a few places they could set up camp in the warehouse district."
Stan asked, "Why not call in all the Hunters?"
Chris said, "First, I will not ask my men to risk killing humans. I'm not going as a Hunter; I'm going as a Dad. Second, I won't worry my wife until I have to."
Isaac had to do something. He looked at the chains on his wrists. He thought about how Derek, the man who had taken him in when he had nothing, was being tortured. He thought about Danny, his closest friend and the nicest person in the world. He thought about Scott and Stiles, the two people he could talk about superheroes and sci-fi series with. He thought about Jackson, the person who had given him a chance in this crazy family. He thought about Lydia, the girl who had taken her time to make people notice him. He thought about Allison, the one who taught him martial arts and Archery.
He had to do this for them. He pulled himself up by his wrists, as if on the gymnastic rings. He put his legs behind him, crouching against the wall horizontally. With an inhuman roar, he leapt out from the wall spinning slightly to generate torque.
Danny was awoken by a roar and a clattering of chains. He hardly had time to recognize that he was, indeed, being held up by chains, before he freaked out. Isaac was wolfed out.
Danny said gently, "Hey, man, Izzy, you need to chill. Everything is ok. Calm down."
Isaac looked up and brown eyes met amber. Danny smiled tentatively and said, "Izzy?"
Isaac said, slightly accented/impaired by his fangs, "Yes." Isaac then climbed up the chain on Danny's left arm, broke it at the wall mount. He repeated it for the other arm. Danny woke Allison up while Isaac broke the chains. Then Isaac ripped their wrist restraints off, then, with some difficulty, removed his own.
Isaac said, "I've got to find the others. Find a way out and get help." Isaac the broke the door down and began running on all fours towards the source of the screaming.
Stiles was awake for less than 30 seconds before he started talking. "Dude, I don't know who you think you are, and frankly I don't give a damn. Do you know who my father is? He's the Sheriff. He will be here very soon to kick your ass to high heaven."
The man in the white cloak said, taking a brief break from torturing Derek, "Silence, demon! You will be made to pay for your sins when your turn comes. Does your 'father' (air quotes included) know what has possessed his son?"
Stiles answered, "I'M NOT POSSESSED. I'M A FUCKING WEREWOLF. There is a huge difference, you know. And, yes my father knows. But if you caught all of our Pack, my father is the least of your worries."
The Klansman replied, "Who should I be worried about, abomination?"
Stiles smirked and said, "I think that, in your line of work, you are familiar with the name Christopher Argent? You captured his daughter. I highly doubt that there is a force in Heaven or Hell that can stop him now."
The man took a small step back in fear, and then he snarled out, "I knew the Argents were weak, but allowing his daughter to associate with Works of the Devil I never expected. He will be judged, as will your 'father'."
He then pushed a button and electrocuted Stiles.
At the same moment, every fiber in the Sheriff's body screamed out. His paternal instincts were already on high alert, but this took the cake for everything.
He said, "Stiles is being tortured." The certainty in his voice left no room for argument.
Isaac was running through some sort of warehouse. They seemed to have made it into a maze. He would find his Pack.
Allison and Danny were struggling to find an exit. They found a door. Allison kicked the door down.
Danny was immediately horrified at the sight he saw. Two boys, both deathly pale, painfully thin, and naked, were hanging from chains. One looked about 8 to 10, the other 3 or 4. They both were scarred and bruised.
Then he noticed the smell in the room. A smell any guy would recognize, along with most girls, sort of like chlorine. He was disgusted at the thought.
The key for the chains was in the room, so Allison unlocked the two children. Allison carried the younger of the two on her back, while Danny carried the older one.
One mark that stood out among the many was a brand on their backs that said, "DEMONSPAWN."
The two Gamma wolves and the two children they were carrying continued to look for an exit. Neither of the boys had yet woken up, but they were still both breathing.
A man in a cultish white cloak turned a corner and saw them. Still carrying the small child, Allison ran at the dude at incapacitated him by head-butting him, kicking him in the groin, and then kicking him straight in the temple. She would have thrown in a few punches, but her hands were busy holding the tortured child up.
The Sheriff and the Hunter had finally found the warehouse. It was one that had been abandoned for years. Almost as soon as they got there, Allison and Danny came running out. Both fathers saw the children on their backs.
Allison said, "Thank God you're here! Isaac went to rescue the others, but I can still here the torture going on. Go help them, please."
Mr Argent could tell the two boys were human children who had been tortured to within an inch of their life, at the very least. He pooped the trunk and grabbed a multitude of guns. The Sheriff said, "I'm going to pretend I don't see any of those."
Mr Argent responded, "I have licenses for all of them. Now, these scum need to be taken care of."
Isaac finally found his way to where his pack was being held. He burst in, and snarled at the becloaked figure.
The Klansman said, mainly to a pained Derek, "Did you just bite this one, make another abomination just today? He passed the wolfsbane test."
Isaac said, "No, Me and the wolf had some trouble getting along before, well, just after I woke up. So, I guess I have to thank you for letting me control the wolf."
The Klanman said, "You demons must be purged." He then pulled out a gun and pointed it at Isaac. Isaac ran at the man at speeds that Derek was unsure if he could hit. Isaac knocked the gun out of his hand and then proceeded to knock the man over. He punched the man's face a few times.
The Klansman said smiling manically, "Kill me now, monster."
Chris Argent and Sheriff Stilinski entered the room at that moment.
Isaac said softly, "There is only one monster in this room, and it's not me. What we are not important, it's what we do. The 'demons,' as you so pleasantly described us, have been a whole lot better than most of the 'humans' I have met. So you, demon, will have to live with what you have done."
Chris Argent was surprised, upset, and slightly humoured by the statement. First, he was surprised that he was in wolf form. He was upset that he viewed humans in such a way. Third, Isaac had a lot more spunk then he realized.
The Sheriff was simply impressed by the improvement that had come to Isaac. But now was not the time for that.
Isaac got up off of the man, and moved to release his pack. The Sheriff put handcuffs on the bigoted man.
This is the end of what I am dubbing the "Isaac Arc". Isaac really stole the spotlight in my canon. He should (if he lets me) back off a little. I have things I want to do with Derek, and definitely Stiles, and some Scott. And wait 'til we get to the… no, I won't spoil it for you. Plus, some character may take over and leave my intended plot in the dust. Though, apparently Allison has decided to be next up. This ought to be interesting. I have no idea how to write girls.