Battlefield

The next couple of days that followed were hard on everyone. Kristie had learned the following day that Matt had drowned. They tried to put it off as a suicide; that he was so traumatized at the things he did, he killed himself. But we all knew better, especially in a time like this. Someone had to have killed him. But it left them wondering, who was the Kanima's new master.

Melissa had become distant from her children. After the police had released her from the cell, she refused to talk or even look at her two children, and when she did, she seemed to have a look of horror in her face. That was directed mostly towards Scott.

Allison hadn't come to school any in the last few days. Kristie learned the reason she had gone crazy and wanted to kill Derek was because her mother had killed herself.

Kristie and Derek hadn't talked to each other since that night. They both agreed that after what happened, they needed to be separate for a while, so they could deal with the repercussions of that night.

Kristie looked down at her phone as it chimed. It was a text message, from Derek.

I know we haven't seen each other lately, but I miss you and want to see you. Tonight…before the game…..or after the game. Whichever works for you.

Kristie smiled but suddenly felt a hand cover her mouth and a blade hit her neck. "Fight, and I end you." She knew that voice. It was Gerard. "Get up." He said. Kristie followed his orders and she stood, tears started to form in her eyes. He led her into Scott's room, were she almost screamed when she saw the Kanima daggling her mom in the air by her neck. Gerard pushed her on the ground, the knife still pointed at her, as he sat in Scott's chair. That's when Kristie heard the squeak of the shower turning off.

Scott walked out of the bathroom in a towel and stared in horror at the sight of his mother and sister being held captive. "As you can see, Scott, there's been some interesting developments lately." Gerard told him. "I think we should catch up." Scott extended his claws. "Come on, Scott, let's be realistic about who's got the upper hand here.

"Let them go." Scott growled at Gerard.

"Can't do that. But let them live? That's up to you."

"What do you want?"

"I want to talk. You haven't been answering your phone." Kristie's eyes grew wide as she listened to what Gerard said.

"Let them go, and we can talk about whatever you want."

"I want the same thing that I have always wanted. I want Derek and his pack." Gerard said, standing, forcing Kristie to go with him, the knife back at her throat.

"You have them all in hiding. How am I supposed to know where they are?"

"I think with the proper motivation, you could draw them out. And if you hadn't noticed, I now have a fairly impressive means by which I can motivate people. Why do you think I'm able to control him? Oh, you know the myth, Scott. The Kanima is a weapon of vengeance."

"This is about Kate?"

"I didn't just come here to bury my daughter. I came to avenge her." That's when the Kanima let Melissa go and Gerard threw Kristie on the ground next to her, the two leaving the room and house.

"Are you okay?" Scott asked his mother and sister.

"Oh, I don't know what's happening." Melissa exclaimed. "I don't know what that thing was or even what you are, but whatever he wants, just give it to him."

"Mom, it's not that easy." Kristie said.

"Do what he wants. Just give him what he wants." Melissa pleaded to Scott.

Scott sighed. "I don't know if I can."

Despite their situation, Kristie and Scott both had to go to work. Scott and Kristie were preparing for treatment of a dog with cancer when the bell on the door rang. "Would you mind seeing who that is?" Deaton asked them, preparing the dog's medicine.

Scott and Kristie walked into the front and were surprised to see Isaac standing by the door. Deaton walked in behind them. "It's alright Isaac." He said. He walked over to the front desk and opened the swinging door. "We're open." Isaac nodded and walked forward, following them into the back. "You can help us. We were just about to do treatment."

They all stood around the table a small dog laid on. "Why does it smell like that?" Isaac asked. Scott, Kristie, and Deaton all smiled. "What?"

"Scott said almost the same thing a few months ago." Kristie said. "One day he could somehow tell the difference between which animals were getting better and which…were not."

"He's not getting better, is he?" Deaton shook his head at Isaac. "Like cancer."

"Osteosarcoma." Deaton informed him. "It has a very distinct scent, doesn't it? Come here. I know you're well aware of what your new abilities can do for you. Improved strength, speed, and healing. You ever wonder what it could do for others? Give me your hand." Deaton paused. "Go on."

Isaac gave Deaton his hand, which he gently laid on the dog. It took a second, but suddenly, black veins appeared up Isaac's arm. He let it go on for a minute, but then he removed his hand from the dog. "What did I do?"

"You took some of his pain away." Scott informed him.

"Only a little bit." Deaton chimed in. "But sometimes a little can make quite a difference."

Isaac began to cry, but quickly tried to wipe the tears away. "It's okay. First time he showed me, I cried too." Deaton smiled and walked out of the room with the dog.

Isaac sighed and looked at Kristie. "I have to tell you something about Boyd and Erica. They're leaving tonight, during the game."

"So, why are you telling me?" she asked.

"I'm not telling you. I'm asking you. I'm asking for your advice."

"From me? Why?"

"Because you're our Alpha female, and because I trust you."

"Why?"

"Because you two always seem to want to do the right thing."

"We usually have no idea what we're doing. Actually we always have no idea what we're doing."

"Do you want to let me know what you're doing right now?"

"We're not going anywhere if that's what you mean." Scott said. "We have too many people here who need us."

"Well, I guess that makes me lucky 'cause uh - 'cause I don't have anyone, so….." Isaac started for the door.

"Are you gonna go with them?" Kristie asked.

"Yeah. Yeah, I think I will." Isaac said. "Good luck with the game though."

"Well, thanks, but we're not – we're not going either." Scott said. "Can't even think about playing some meaningless game right now."

"You weren't at practice last week, were you?"

"No, skipped it. Why?"

"Then you didn't hear?"

"Hear what?" Kristie asked.

"Jackson was there."

"What do you mean "there"? Like, he was—"

"As if nothing had happened."

"Really?" Scott asked. "That means - the game tonight?"

"Yeah. He's playing."

"Good morning." Coach said, as all the players gathered around in the locker room. Kristie saw her mom and went over to her. She gave her a small smile. "In less than an hour, aircraft from here will be joining others from around the world. And you will be launching the largest aerial battle in the history of mankind."

"What?" Melissa asked.

"Mankind - that word should have new meaning for all of us today."

"What the hell is he talking about?"

"He does this every year." Kristie said.

"Seriously?"

"Yeah."

"We are fighting for our right to live."

"Yeah!" the players yelled.

"Wait, is this?

"It's the speech from Independence Day."

"But as the day the world declared in one voice - "

"It's Coach's favorite movie."

"We will not go quietly into the night!"

"He doesn't know any sports speeches?" Melissa asked.

"I don't think he cares."

"Today we celebrate our Independence Day!"

"Yeah!" The players yelled.

"Well spoken, coach." Kristie looked up and saw Gerard standing next to Coach Finstock. Kristie and her mom stiffened. "I might have chosen something with a little more historical value, but there's no denying your passion. And while I haven't been here long, there's no denying my pride in having a winning team for this school. I know you'll all be brilliant tonight, even with only one co - captain leading you. Now, I'm your principal, but I'm also a fan. So don't think I'll be content to watch you merely beat this team. Get out there and murder them."

"You heard the man. Asses on the field!" Coach yelled and the players cheered following his orders.

"Coach, are you benching me?" Scott asked, Kristie running up beside him.

"It's not my decision."

"But he has to play." Kristie said.

"Brother McCall, you're failing three classes. Academics come first."

"Coach, you don't get it." Scott said. "You have to let me play."

"McCall, no. Not tonight. Tonight, you're on the bench."

"Derek, if you get this, I need you to come to the game. Scott isn't allowed to play and Jackson is here. We need a plan. Please, call me back." Kristie sighed as she hung up and walked back over to Stiles and Scott on the bench, sitting down. "Your dad coming?" She asked Stiles.

"Yeah, he's already here." He replied.

"You seen Allison?" Scott asked her.

"No, you seen Lydia?"

"Not yet."

"You know what's going on?" Stiles asked.

"Not yet."

"It's going to be bad, isn't it? I mean, like people screaming, running for their lives, blood, killing, maiming kind of bad?"

"Looks like it." Kristie said.

"Scott, the other night seeing my dad get hit over the head by Matt, you know, while I'm just lying there and I can't even move, it just - I want to help, you know, but I can't do the things that you can do. I can't –"

"It's okay." Scott said.

"We're losing, dude."

"The hell are you talking about?" Coach said, coming up behind them. "Game hasn't even started. Now put on your helmet and get out there. You're in for Greenberg."

"What?" Stiles asked. "What happened to Greenberg?"

"What happened to Greenberg? He sucks. You suck slightly less."

"I'm playing? On the field? With the team?"

"Yes, unless you'd rather play with yourself."

"I already did that today, twice."

"Get the hell out there!"

Kristie and Scott smiled as their friend ran onto the field. Suddenly Scott tensed. "What's wrong?" Kristie asked.

"It's Gerard." He whispered, listening to what he had to say.

"What does he want?"

It took Scott a minute, but he finally answered. "He said he's going to kill someone before the game is over….if I don't give him Derek."

As he said that, Stiles was hit by one of the other team's players. They watched as he kept messing up, losing the ball, or missing it completely. The ref blew his whistle and Scott stood to help.

"Sit down, McCall." Coach said, forcing Scott to sit down.

"But, coach, we're dying out there."

"Oh, I'm aware of that. Now sit."

Scott and Kristie sighed, when Isaac sat besides Kristie. "You came to help." She said, letting out a breath.

"I came to win." Isaac said, putting on pads. He turned and Scott and Kristie followed his gaze, seeing Gerard looking right at them. "You got a plan yet?"

"No, right now it's pretty much just keep Jackson from killing anyone." Scott said.

"Well, that might be easier if you're actually in the game."

"We have to make it so coach has no choice but to play you." Kristie said.

"How do we do that? He's got a bench full of guys he can use before he ever puts me on the field." Isaac looked out on the field and then at Kristie. She seemed to read his mind.

"Can you do it without putting anyone in the hospital?"

"I can try." Isaac put on his helmet and ran onto the field. The whistle blew and Isaac immediately hit one of his own players.

"Lahey!" Coach yelled at him. "Ramirez! You're in." Two more plays went on and Isaac knocked out two more people. "Lahey! Seriously, what the hell is your problem?"

Another play started and they watched as Isaac took down another before Jackson hit him himself. Scott and Kristie ran over to him, as he lay on the field. Paramedics came up to him.

"It's not broken. But I can't move it. I think Jackson nicked me 'cause I can feel it spreading."

They lifted him onto the stretcher and carried him away. Coach ran up to them, handing Scott his gear. "McCall. Either you're in or we forfeit." He said, before walking away.

"Hey, something's happening, isn't it?" Melissa asked, running up to her twins. "Something more than a lacrosse game?"

"You should go." Scott informed her.

"Oh, I'm not going anywhere. And everything that I said before, forget it. All of it. Okay? If you can do something to help, then you do it. You have to."

"We will."

A new play began and Scott immediately went after the ball, getting hit by an opposing team mate. He went to the ground, followed by Stiles, who was hit not seconds later. As that happened, Kristie could feel not only them hit the ground, but Erica and Boyd, and Erica and Boyd were in more pain.

Kristie held her hand to her chest, feeling blood, but not seeing it. She looked up at the field and saw Scott not there.

"McCall!" Coach yelled. "Where's McCall?" He walked overt to Kristie. "Where is your brother?"

"I don't know sir." She said, still reeling from the pain she had felt just seconds before. Coach groaned and walked back over to his spot on the bench. Kristie looked for Stiles and saw the ball at his feet. He picked it up and ran as other players ran towards him. He stopped in front of the goal.

"Stilinski! Shoot it." Coach yelled. "Shoot the ball!"

"Shoot it, Stiles!" Kristie yelled.

"Shoot it!" Kristie heard Lydia yell. Stiles did as he was told…and actually made a goal! Kristie jumped to her feet as the crowd cheered. After that Stiles scored another goal, the crowd going crazy again.

Stiles scored another goal as the clock counted down to the last thirty seconds. Kristie was yelling and cheering, about to run on the field with the rest of the team, when suddenly, she felt angry run through her body. It took her by surprise, how strong it was. She looked around to see who it was, seeing Jackson circling the team on the field. She saw his claws extend and she began to run after him, when the buzzer sounded and the stadium went dark.

Kristie stopped in her tracks as people began to yell and run, trying to get away. She pushed past them, her eyes trying to adjust. Just when she thought she had reached the team, she felt something stab her. She looked down, not saying anything, but the pain was enough to make her fall to the ground.

When lights came on, Kristie stood and ran over to the circle on players. She pushed passed them and saw Coach kneeling by a dead body. Jackson's dead body. Melissa and Scott pushed into the crowd next to Kristie.

"Jackson!" She heard Lydia yell. The strawberry blonde pushed through the boys. "What's happened to Jackson? Jackson! Jackson! Jackson, what's happening?" She said, standing next to his body.

"Can we get a medic over here? We're gonna need a medic!" Coach yelled. Kristie and her mom kneeled beside Jackson, Melissa listening for breathing. "He's not breathing. No pulse."

"Nothing?" Coach asked.

"Nothing."

Kristie looked over his body and then removed his jersey, revealing stab marks and blood. She looked up at Isaac and Scott.

"Oh, my God. There's blood. There's blood." Lydia cried. Kristie stood up next to the boys.

"Look." Kristie told them, motioning to Jackson's bloody hands.

"He did it to himself?" Isaac asked.

"Get down here." Melissa yelled at Lydia. She seemed to hesitate. "Get down here and hold his head. Tilt it up." Lydia did as she was told.

That's when Kristie heard it, the Sheriff calling out a name. "Stiles." He called. "Where's Stiles? Where - where's my son? Where's Stiles? Where's Stiles? Where's Stiles? Where the hell is my son?"

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