Chapter Eleven: Kill or be Killed.
Trying to buy himself some time to heal Scott prevented a direct fight with his pursues, Roscoe the Jeep was gone, and so Scott was on foot. His enemies weren't willing to chase him for long, and they soon began encircling him, realising he would quickly be overrun Scott backed himself up against a large boulder narrowing the directions they could attack from. Scott could hear them, smell them approaching, coming in for the kill and he readied to put up a last stand. Scott then picked up on a new scent, he smiled a little before hearing the screams of each individual attacker as something took them out one at a time like something out of a horror film.
"You took your time," Scott said having sighed in relief,
"I do miss the smell of fear." Deucalion chuckled stepping out of the dark. "Are you healing?" He asked Scott nodded removing his hand from his wound and the pair watched the last of it heal closed.
"I'm alright" Scott softly said,
"Good because we need to go, the Loft is besieged" Deucalion reported,
"How, I thought we ambushed them?" Scott asked confused,
"We did, but Melvin led a small force onto the Loft."
"He's taken Lucas, and now he knows where Riley is."
"We're pushed on all fronts, spread thin and so it seems that it's up to you and me to lift the siege of the Loft" Deucalion claimed, Scott nodded agreeing with him before the two hastily ran towards the town.
Scott and Deucalion arrived at the Loft finding yet another battle underway. Bullets were fired into and out of the building, Jackson, Ethan, Isaac and Lydia were outside trying to keep the enemy busy, explosives had destroyed the mountain ash barrier protecting the building. Melvin could be seen watching the battle from behind his troops, a line of six soldiers stood between him and the fighting. Deucalion and Scott shared a look, one that didn't need words shared between the two of them they merely smiled, shifted and charged down the road towards Melvin and the battle that was fought before him. Although unexpectedly the six soldiers in front of Melvin turned around and aimed their guns down the road before opening fire, in a split second they had Deucalion with a great force pushed Scott out of the way taking the hail of bullets. The gunfire quickly stopped, and Melvin turned and started approaching the gravely wounded Deucalion who had fallen to his hands and knees but was fighting his way up to his feet.
"Now, now, we wouldn't want you to exhaust yourself" Melvin jested pulled out a Desert Eagle handgun and fired two bullets into Deucalion, one into his lower stomach and the second into his upper left rib.
"You prick!" Deucalion insulted coughing up black blood, and Melvin laughed,
"Wolf's Bane, I'm struggling to put up with it as it is, I can't imagine what it's like for you" Melvin claimed his steps seemed more like a skip than a walk.
"I'd like to see you without all the extra muscle, and wolf's bane," Deucalion said getting himself back up onto his knees again.
"Oh the big, bad, scary demon wolf isn't so tough now, is he?" Melvin mocked when suddenly Scott jumped out and attacked Melvin's soldiers, their screams caught his attention, and he turned around, a move which would be his greatest mistake, Deucalion knocked him over, disarmed him and jumped to his feet pinning Melvin down underneath him. He looked down at Melvin showing his bloodied teeth with a terrifying smile; he took the wolf's bane bullets out of the gun and despite the discomfort they caused him he crushed them in his hand. Deucalion stabbed his claws into Melvin's chest smearing the wolf's bane into the fresh wounds; Melvin yelped in pain.
"A word of advice, villain to villain, if you're going to kill someone, do it, don't drag it out and brag about it!" Deucalion mocked his blood red Alpha eyes glared deep into Melvin's blue beta eyes. Melvin's veins quickly became visible as they all turned black, black blood began pouring from his mouth and wounds as he began to choke, tears rushed from his eyes, the blue in them flickered before fading as Melvin had succumbed to the wolf's bane poisoning and died. Having been flanked, suffered losses and now lost their leader the remainder of the besiegers fled. Deucalion rose to his feet and approached Scott who stood in the middle of the battlefield, he stopped, they caught each other's glances, and Deucalion chuckled noticing the concerned look in Scott's eyes. He looked down ripping off his shirt revealing his all his wounds but worse of all his blackened veins. Deucalion again chuckled, "it would seem, Scott, I am out of time," he said his tone hinting at a possible fear he was trying to hide, Scott turned to look at the others who, while bloodied seemed to be okay and more worried about Deucalion. He fell to his knees once more, and Scott hurried to his side,
"Hold on; we'll get you inside and burn out the wolf's bane" Scott explained trying to stay focused and help Deucalion,
"No Scott, I can feel it, this is it" Deucalion claimed,
"Don't worry; we'll get you back into fighting condition in no time" Scott assured him,
"Scott, I don't have that sort of time" Deucalion admitted as the veins in his neck started to blacken, "it's okay though, it's a fitting end that I chose. So thank you Scott McCall, for giving me a chance to redeem myself, for opening my eyes and showing me a cause that's truly worth fighting for, dying for it seems" Deucalion said heartfelt, he patted Scott's cheek and smiled at him "although there is one last thing you could do for me" Deucalion revealed,
"Anything!" Scott immediately answered,
"You are a True Alpha, but if you want to defeat Lucian, you need to be stronger, so take my strength," Deucalion continued, Scott's eyes shot open from shock.
"I, I can't kill you" Scott stuttered taken back,
"It's either kill or be killed Scott, you and I both know it has to be done," Deucalion said what Scott refused to accept as truth. Deucalion grabbed Scott's hand and gently rested his fingers up against his chest,
"I can't kill one of my own, I…" Scott panted,
"You aren't killing me, Scott, you're setting me free. Let my story end saying: that I, Deucalion, mortally wounded chose to give my life not for myself but in defence of others. And gave his strength to a True Alpha, one of the greatest Werewolves he had ever known, to his Alpha that he had followed into battle. Because of it, Deucalion was able to die with a smile on his face." He continued, placing his hand on the back of Scott's elbow, the two gave each other one last nod before together they dealt the killing blow as Scott's claws pieced Deucalion's heart. Scott threw his head back letting out a fearsome roar, Deucalion fell into him, and his head rested on Scott's shoulder, Scott pulled out his claws and hugged Deucalion, comforting him in his final moments. To those watching on they saw something they hadn't before, a board smile on Deucalion's face, filled with warmth, happiness, sincerity, in a single smile, a single moment they saw who Deucalion truly was, they saw his soul, his spirit. The one of a man that sought to end the war and bloodshed, of a man that finally found the peace he spent so long and much searching for, and in the end despite all the bad he had done in his life no one there could deny the feeling of happiness for him. Stiles walked up to Scott as he laid Deucalion's body down,
"Scott?" Stiles said, concerned for his friend, Scott was silent and stood up, "Scott?" Stiles repeated. Scott slowly turned around and instantly instilled a feeling of shock and awe in everyone there,
"I feel, powerful" Scott stuttered.
"Scott, your eyes" Stiles mumbled trying to overcome this feeling, his focused unhindered and locked on Scott's eyes which had lost they Alpha red colour and now looked like small silver diamonds sparkling in the darkness.