"I've heard a lot about you lot," Braedon commented, leading the group to an extension of the warehouse that had remained empty. A large gathering of mercenaries chatting away to themselves, only stopping as the group approached. "I want to know how much is true."
The mercenaries separated, a few standing their ground, cracking their bones as they smirked at the oncoming supernatural.
"Let's see how you do against my men." Bradeon challenged, the supernaturals looking at each other before back to Braedon.
"You know we could kill them right?" Scott commented, eyebrow raised.
"Even better. My men are some of the very best, I'd like to see if your better." She said, looking at the way too eager men holding their fists up ready. "So, why don't you go first...Alpha?" She said, pushing Scott forward into the group.
Scott gulped, looking at the men whom stood at possibly even twice his size, his eyes shifting to a bright red, humming with a gentle glow. Fangs crept from his mouth, sharps claws grew from his fingers, he let out a low growl before charging the men.
Bradeon's men were on the ground in a flash, Scott tackled one, sending him tumbling over to the ground. The other received a slash across the leg, a deep wound that caused a yelp of pain and down the victim crumpled. The third and final opponent was pushed backwards to the ground, Scott's weight atop him, crushing his chest he stared into the eyes of the alpha above him. The red glow easing as Scott slowly became more human.
But, it wasn't yet over, the group watched on as two more individuals joined the fight, both flicking out a baton, a twinge of electricity streaking through it. Scott hesitated, one of the attackers took the chance, dashing forward and swinging the baton.
As she swung, she hit the button, a stream of electricity wrapped around the weapon before suddenly discharging, dissipating from the baton, as it had just vanished. Scott took the hit in the arm, not even a winced of pain and instead a smirk as he grabbed the baton with his other hand, crushing it with almost no effort. He followed through with a punch to the face, grabbing her collar and throwing her into the other attacker, sending them both across the room.
This time it was over, no other stepped forward, leaving Scott to look over at Braedon who pulled out her phone and tapped something. A cry of pain came from the group of youngsters, head spun around to the young 17 year old Stiles who crumpled to the floor, hand gripping his neck. He looked up at Braedon, a snarl across his face as she glanced down at him.
"My, this wolf lichen really does a wonder." She said. The silver in Stiles' eyes faded away, a warm brown seeping through for the first time in a long time. A growl echoed from across the room, Scott's fists clenched so tight blood seeped from his hands. Braedon looked back to the alpha. "Perhaps the perfect example of what to expect when you get out of line." She said, looking back at Stiles. "And I said I wanted to see what you could do, it's not a fair assessment if you help each other."
"I didn't do anything." Stiles retorted.
"So you didn't absorb the electricity so that your friend wouldn't get hurt?" She remarked, a sly smile on her face, a solemnly look from Scott.
"He's not my friend. Besides, I feed off pain and chaos." He said, Braedon huffing before looking back at Scott who hesitating, he'd heard it even if Braedon hadn't.
His heart skipped a beat.
"Well, either way you're quite impressive Mccall." She complimented. "Lydia, why don't you go next."
Lydia strutted forward, confidence dripping from her face as 5 more men stepped forward, scoffing at the young lady in a dress and heels. More knuckles cracked, a moment of pause, then one moved in.
The man walked up, unimpressed with the small red-head in front of him, he pulled back a fist and threw it towards her, but she reacted with almost lightning reflexes. Her head darted backwards, the tails of loose hair catching on the man's fingers, her eyes peering through the strands at the now hesitant soldier.
Just as his momentum halted, she slammed her leg into the back of knee, letting his crumble before he took a knee to the face, sending him reeling on the floor with a broken nose.
The Banshee's head spun around to spy another soldier dashing towards her, ducking under his swinging arm, jumping onto his shoulders and flipping him over, slamming his chest into the concrete. A huff of air escaped his mouth as he gasped for air, Lydia flicking strands of hair from her face as a smirk crossed her face. Her eyes glanced up at the remaining cluster, getting to her feet so elegantly, as he lips parted.
The supernaturals behind her all instinctively covered their ears, their faces scrunching up as they each took a step back. Braedon quickly took the hint and covered her own ears, unfortunately for the soldier; they'd missed the memo.
Her mouth stretched open, a wail of air escaped her lungs as it stretched across the room. The ground shuddering as the scream reached the three soldiers, a moment of paralysis before they clutched their ears, their own screams drowned out by the wailing banshee before them.
With a sigh the scream silenced, Lydia took a deep breath as the soldier's dropped tot he floor, twitching as blood began dripping from their nose and ears. She smugly turned around and gave a scowling smile before strutting back to the supernatural squad.
"My, oh my." Braedon muttered, the ringing still very prevalent in her ears. Shaking her head to try and regain her senses, she looked back to the group, eyeing the remaining members, her eyes catching the one person avoiding eye contact, Jackson.
"How about we see what this snake can do then?" She said, Jackson grumbled looking over at her.
"We all know, we could single-handedly take out all your men, why are wasting our time here?" He complained, Braedon staring the boy down.
"Because I want to know how best to use you Jackson. It's all good getting a list of abilities, but I want to see how they really work." She said, "How you, all work." She said, jutting her head towards the soldiers as thought he signal for him to step forward. Begrudgingly he did, a few steps forward and 5 more soldiers joined the fray, 2 pulling out electric batons. Jackson trying to subtly look to Stiles, who looked one solemnly before side glancing at Braedon and back to Jackson. He gulped, his eyes nodding in understanding as he turned back to the men.
Jackson hesitated, his eyes flicking around the space they inhabited, the soldiers quickly – once again – took initiative and dashed forward, this time two at once. Jackson let them come close, before leaping up, stepping on their backs, pushing himself higher up before disappearing into the darkness of the rafters.
Stiles' eyes saw Braedon flinch, hovering over the phone in her pocket, ready to disable Jackson at a moment's notice. He looked back to the rafters where Jackson was silently creeping around, a tail briefly swishing from side to side that the soldiers' were clearly struggling to spot.
In the confusion, several swipes struck the soldiers, and within moments every last one was on the floor, staring up at two blue eyes staring down at them. A slow head tilt and a tail dangling down seemed more like an animal than a human. Sweat beading on the soldiers heads as they could only stare, watching as Jackson used his tail to lower himself, dropping onto the concrete silently. He glared at Braedon who relaxed, her hand moving from his pocket.
Jackson skulked back to the group, placing a brief but gentle had on Stiles before hiding amongst the back of the group. An action that he'd managed to slip past Braedon, who sighed before looking back at the group, hands on hips.
"You," She said, pointing to the only member of the group who'd yet to get thoroughly stuck in, Parrish. "You're next."
"Me?" He said, The werewolf only a few steps listening to his racing heart. "Do I really need to showcase myself?"
"As I've said several times already." She said, Parrish gulping.
"Is it really compulsory?"
"Is there a problem?" She asked, an eyebrow raised.
"What kind of demonstration could you need, the guy sets himself on fire?" Stiles interjected, Parrish gesturing in approval.
"And I want to see it."
"But isn't it dangerous..." Parrish says, this time everyone silently stares at him, in disbelief at what he just said given their current circumstance. "Point taken." He says, cracking his neck, shaking his arms out and stepping forward to a group of reluctant soldiers.
For the first time, no one stepped forward at first, Parrish was secretly hoping that no one would, but a deathly stare from Braedon and 2 individuals stepped out to take him on.
Parrish let out a shaky breath, seeing the two nervous soldiers staring him down. He closed his eyes and steam began to rise from his flesh, his shirt began to singe in places as it was eroded away by the heat emanating from the former deputy. He opened his eyes to reveal two brightly lit orange eyes, like fire was burning in his irises, his skin turning red as he began moving forward. The onlooking soldiers having to step back as the pure heat overtook the area. Ash footprints steamed from the concrete as Parrish moved forward towards the frightened soldiers.
"Screw this!" One said, dashing off, the other watching his friend abandon him before looking back at the now shirtless man walking at him. He could feel the sweat beading on his forehead as flames started to flicker around his body. It took a moment too long for his legs to work , Parrish grabbed the man's shirt which instantly ignited, soon his entire outfit was engulfed and he rolling on the floor screaming.
The orange eyes flicked towards Braedon, the glow fading away as the heat dissipated and cooled again, she smirked in approval before throwing him a new shirt. Waltzing back tot he group he shyly hid at the back, quickly pulling this shirt on and crossing his arms, watching yet another soldier be carted off on a stretcher.
Braedon sighed, looking to the group one last time, catching those browns eyes she'd already tangled with. "Just you to go." She said, Stiles scowling.
"I can't."
"Are we really doing this again?"
"No, I can't. Void's sleeping now." He stuttered, crossing his arms in discomfort.
"Sleeping?"
"You injected me with wolf lichen, yes, he's asleep. Recovering."
"Well wake him up."
"Doesn't work like that." He hissed, Braedon not having of it simply pushed him forward, a much larger group stepping forward this time, eager to wail on the scrawny boy.
7 Men towered over him, he looked back at Braedon who simply stared on, waiting the results.
"You can't be serious?" He said, Braedon smiling, Stiles catching Scott's eyes in the group behind him before turning around into a fist, knocked down with aloud thud. The supernaturals behind him all winced at the hit, Scott's eyes locked onto the young boy clasping his nose on the ground. Another soldier grabbed the cuff of his shirt collar and threw him a good few metres across the room, the boys body limply rolling along before coming to a stop.
Red seeped into the wolf's eyes, fangs crept up into his lips, but just as he feet went to move he took a shock of electricity to the back, pushed down by two soldiers and held in place.
"Can't have any more interferences." Braedon whispered, leaning down next to Scott.
"You'll kill him!" He growled.
"He's not going to be able to do much in a real fight if he can't handle this one." She said, standing back up to see the men holding Stiles on his knees, punch after punch. Lydia shied away, sheltering into Jackson who watched on with a flickering blue in his eyes. Parrish had turned his head away, digging his own claws into his arms his hands were clenched so tightly. Scott was still trying desperately to resist, but the consistent shocks made it too difficult to muster the strength.
A few minutes felt like a lifetime, but eventually came to an end. The soldiers had gotten bored, Stiles' body slumped to the ground. The red in Scott's eyes faded, replaced with a thin line of water in his eyes as he fought back his frustration. The soldiers chuckled to themselves, as they walked away, happy they got the easy ride...
"I have three heads. Cut off one, I become stronger. Cut off two, I become ten. What am I?" A quiet voice echoed across the room. The soldiers stopping in their tracks, turning to the body on the floor. A body that slowly sat up, head drooped down as it shakily got to it's feet, wiping his palm across his face. The boy lifted his head to reveal faint silver eyes, but not like before when they were still somewhat human, no they were slits, specks of purple flittered across the surface of the eye as they stared at the men before him.
The supernaturals were just as frozen as the rest of the room, but the difference was that they knew what was about the happen.
Stiles opened his hand, his palm covered in blood from his nose, he clenched it closed into a fist, the soldiers taking action and holding their own fists up, ready for an attack. Instead Stile's relaxed and opened his palm, a small firefly flittering from his hand, the blood from his hands was gone as it weaved around the area.
One soldier scoffed, moving towards the small boy, ready for a round 2. Stiles smiled, ever so subtly showing small fangs in replacement of his canines. The firefly weaved around the soldier's body, the light reflecting in his eyes as he looked down at the bug lingering around his stomach. He looked up into the fox eyes before him, just as he was about to stop he felt flesh rip. Blood spurted from his stomach, a black liquid oozing from the wound and his mouth. He looked down to see a black sword in his gut, one with a gentle bioluminescent glow. Stiles approached, grabbing the hilt, first twisting the sword, watching the soldier squirm before dropping to the floor.
The boy ripping the sword from the body, turning his gaze tot he remain 6 soldiers who stood frozen before him. He twirled the sword in hand, correcting his grip on the blade waiting for the men to attack.
Each one of them pulled a baton out, the buzz of electricity was short lived as the bolts ejected from the weapons, surging towards the boy whom absorbed them, letting the bright lights circle his body as he moved forward. Swift and precise slashes and stabs that the soldier couldn't avoid, each wound leaking the black liquid, the men sputtering and seizing before they all lay still, eyes cold and lifeless, staring off at the remaining survivors.
Nobody could move, the fox eyes looked up, staring at Braedon, sword still in hand, he began to approach and for the first time today she hesitated.
Scott managed to take advantage broke free form the soldiers, leaping in front of Braedon, grabbing his phone and pressing the same button she had earlier. He felt something pierce his side just as he pressed it, turning to see Stiles crumble in front of him, his brown eyes fading back in before he passed out.
The black sword that had only just pierced the skin on Scott's side cracked and turned to dust, fading away as he dropped to a knee. He gripped his side and it took a moment for Braedon to realise what had just happened. Her eyes fluttered a moment before she dropped to Scott's side, pulling his hand away to see the wound, it was already beginning to stitch itself back together.
"Um, looks like you'll be alright." She says, her voice a little shaky as she look over at the boy unconscious on the floor.
"I know. Or did you forget I've dealt with him before." Scott said, looking up at the supernaturals, Lydia who was hiding behind Jackson who seemed conflicted about whether to shelter her or help Scott. Parrish didn't seem sure where he should be, he was worried for the alpha's injury but also the young boy on the floor; though his mind seemed settled on supporting Lydia as he moved to subtly shield her as well.
"Why did you do that?" Braedon asked, regaining her composure, looking at Scott who was still catching his breath, eyes never shifting from Stiles. "Because if he kills you, we all die." Finally looking into her eyes. "I didn't fancy dying today."
Author's Note :
Hello there, I know, it's been a long time since I updated, sorry, so here's a long chapter to make up for it :)
Also, mainly here to just shout the riddle I used, because I found myself on Reddit looking for a good riddle for void to use and just wanted to share where I found it; r/riddles/comments/4h8m0b/some_help_with_a_fox_riddle/