Scott went into Acosta's office and immediately asked what it was he said to Emma.

Acosta looked to Scott, agitated, demanding of respect, and appalled. "I don't care who you fought, how many people you saved, or what supernatural powers you have." He stood from his desk. "You will NOT barge into MY office demanding answers from me, do you understand?"

Scott realized the error of his actions. "I'm sorry, I won't do it again."

"Good. Now, as for what I said to Emma-"

Acosta was interrupted by an officer coming in and telling him there was a situation at the high school and his presence is needed.

Acosta acknowledged them, sending them out; he turned to Scott. "Care to follow and ask her yourself?"

When Scott saw the damage that was one to Emma and the others, he hastily ran to them. After making sure the others were alright, he focused all his attention towards Emma.

Before he could say or ask anything, she asked him to talk to her outside.

When they got out of the principal's office, she hugged him and apologized for lashing out at him, telling him that he didn't deserve it.

"It's okay," he told her and pulled his head away from the embrace. "But what did Miguel say to you?"

"The two of you didn't talk?"

They separated.

"We couldn't, really," Scott replied. "As soon as I got there to talk to him, he was told that he needed to be here."

Emma sighed. "He told me, after I failed to save someone, that…I'm not you."

"'Not me'?" Scott became angry and confused. "Does he not know how many people have died because I failed to save them?"

Emma shrugged, not knowing what to say.

After interrogating all the teens involved, it was decided that Steve and his pals, the guys and girls, will be put under temporary arrest until their court date to be charged for their assault.

Noah and the others thanked Roberts and Acosta.

Noah shook Roberts hand and was pulled in by the cop.

Roberts whispered into his ear, "I saw that anger and how quick you were to grab a weapon. You may have been the victim this time, but I am still not letting my guard down around you."

Noah couldn't believe what he heard. He grabbed Brooke's hand and the two of them went to his house to talk.

Before Acosta could leave, Scott and Emma approached him.

"Care to continue our talk from earlier?" Acosta asked Scott.

"What did you mean when you told Emma that she isn't me? Do you not know how many people have died around me!?" Scott was furious.

Acosta was shocked. "That's not what I meant!" He then whispered, "You're a Werewolf who has super strength and healing. She's just a teenage girl, she doesn't need to be trying to save others, she needs to keep herself safe."

Emma stepped closer. "I know that, but I'm not just a teenage girl. I'm one of the Three Fates."

"How?" Acosta squinted his eyes at her. "The Three Fates are ancient beings."

The teens shrugged.

Scott pointed out, "Nothing is as it was written, I guess."

The sheriff shook his head and directed Scott to take Emma home to take care of her wounds until her mother gets home.

The two did as directed.

Noah parks in front of his garage, turns the car off, and looks to Brooke.

"What's wrong?" Brooke asked.

Noah sighed. "Ever since Roberts was placed to watch over the school, he's done nothing but harass me. Telling me that he's watching me and today, before we left, he pulled me in during our handshake and told me that he isn't going to stop watching me."

"I'm calling Acosta now," said Brooke, furiously. She called his number, but there was no answer. "Damn it."

Noah puts his hand on her knee and gazes into her eyes. "Thank you. If you still want to tell him later, then by all means do it, but for now…let's go inside and take care of your wounds." He smiled to her.

Brooke smiled back, agreed, and they went into his home.

With Scott and Emma:

Scott held Emma's hand as they walked towards her front door.

Emma stopped walking.

Scott turned to her. "What is it?" He noticed she was looking at the ground.

"Should I try it?" Emma asked, looking back to Scott.

"You want to rub dirt on your face?" Scott asked, amused.

Emma shrugged. "It seemed to work yesterday."

"Do you really want to risk it though? What if it doesn't work? Then you'll just have infected cuts and what not."

Emma conceded and they went inside to treat her face.

Audrey and Christopher were being tended to by Emily, as Red watched from the corner of the kitchen.

"I thought I trained you two better than that," Red scolded.

The two teens begrudgingly apologized.

Emily told them not to apologize to him. "He's just being an ass," she glared at him.

Red stormed out of the room.

The next day, Emma went into work after school, and saw TJ sitting at a table drinking coffee, invested in his laptop.

"Hey," Emma chirped.

TJ looked to her and jumped back. "Good lord, what happened to you?"

Emma forced a chuckle. "I kinda got into a fight at school."

"Should I see the other girl?" TJ smirked.

Emma grinned. "Who said it was a girl?"

TJ laughed and asked if she could do the interview after work.

"Sure," she replied happily.

After work, Emma sat down with TJ, and he reiterated that none of the questions would have to do with the murders of Lakewood.

"Though, my first question could be perceived as a question about the murders."

"What is it?"

"What is it like to be the poster child of Lakewood?"

Emma smiled and went on to answer the question, along with all the rest TJ had to offer.

That night, Noah received an email from Hector, asking to meet him at his apartment so they can discuss The Morgue.

Noah was on the second floor of a hotel, the hotel room Hector said he was staying in, and knocked on the door. "Hey, Hector. I brought my recording equipment!" Noah smiled as he spoke jovially. "I figured since we're talking about The Morgue, might as well do a podcast about it too." He chuckled.

There was no response.

"Mr. Young?" Noah called out once more.

The hotel door swung open to reveal Father Death.

Noah yelled and was cut across the right side of his stomach by the killers blade. He threw his recording equipment at Father Death and ran towards the stairs, leading back down to the parking lot. "Help!"

Father Death rushed Noah when he reached the stairs and pushed him down the first set, rolling down each step, and crashing onto the intermediate landing.

After not getting a response the first time, Noah cried for help once more.

"Noah!?" Someone screamed.

Noah looked up and saw Hector standing in the doorway of a room.

Hector quickly analyzed the scene before him and closed the distance between him and Noah's attacker, with his fist raised for a fight.

Noah was astonished by Hector's actions and completely worried. "What are you doing!?"

Father Death swung his blade at Hector's stomach, but Hector jumped back to dodge.

Hector then punched the attacker's face with his right fist, followed by another punch to the face with his left, and finished it off with a dropkick to the chest! "Get in my room, come on!" Hector directed Noah and Noah, still in pain, did so, as quickly as he could.

When Noah got behind Hector, Father Death got back to his feet.

The killer chased the two back to the room and Hector swiftly shut and locked the door before their attacker could do anymore damage.

"I'm calling the cops!" Hector warned.

Noah was irritated and shocked by Hector's warning. "Don't tell him!" He stormed to the door.

"Why not?" Hector asked as he stepped out of Noah's way.

Noah looked through the doors peephole and saw no one. "Because he'll run away."

Emily pulled into the same hotel parking lot and sighed exasperatedly.

Flashback:

Emily was packing an overnight bag as she yelled at Red. "You shamed the boy that we're supposed to protect, because he lost a fight!?"

"How can I not!?" Red retorted. "I'm the one that trained him!"

Emily zipped her bag and stormed out of their bedroom.

"Where are you going?"

"To a hotel!"

"You shouldn't go out by yourself. Remember what happened last time?"

Emily flipped Red off and left the house.

End of Flashback

Emily got out of her truck, ordered a room, and felt a presence behind her. She spun around, punching at whoever was behind her.

Her punch was caught by Father Death and he repeatedly stabbed her in the stomach and dragged the knife down inside of her, leaving an open and bleeding gash.

She slumped against the hotel door, trying to hold the gash shut with her hands, and slid to the ground.

After the killer fled the scene, Emily heard the police sirens approaching.