IV
ABOMINATIONIt is a mayhem. She can't believe that no one called her before, she knows she is very tired and that she isn't on night guard but… This is insane, it doesn't matter how large the police forces are, they need as many active members as possible, or else…Things might come out of control.
She looks at her left, there is party of nurses running toward her, one of them is covered in blood, her face is crisped in an awful grimace, Melissa can't tell what she sees on it, is it pain? Terror? She isn't sure what happened to the woman but a single sight of her wounded arm and the expression in her face makes her shiver. Something is seriously wrong with all this.
She eyes two of her partners at the other side of the hallway helping a couple of terrified patients to walk out of the room. Her heart gives a lurch, she is alone by now, she must identify the threat behind those doors, but after all the things she has seen the last months, after the things she have done…She…. Doesn't feel right, what if it is Scott? What if he became a monster?
She has no choice, it is her duty to walk there and put an end to whatever is going on.
Melissa sucks a breath and tighten the hold of her gun to stop her hands from shaking. She walks a couple of steps and slightly opens the double doors crowned with a big a red sign that reads intensive care. Everyone is counting on her, the rest of the patients retained inside are expecting for answers.
She steps ahead and the door are kicked out open hitting her in the forehead.
In front of her a couple of men come out carrying a woman with a large gash in one arm, she looks up and recognize the green eyes that stare back at her in amazement.
Her heart sinks and she is washed by a wave of relief.
"Simon!" She hears herself say wishing she could throw her arms to his neck, but she is an officer and she must behave accordingly.
"Stay out of there Mel" He orders.
She can see the sweat on his forehead, his face is red with all the effort is taking him help the other doctor to carry the woman out of the intensive care aisle, his body shakes but yet there is determination in his eyes, she isn't sure of what he saw inside but she knows he won't let that anything happen to the people he swore to protect.
Melissa turns on her heels and faces the door one last time. She is afraid, she doesn't know what she is going to find at the other side of that door, she knows what longshot said about the town being taken by an army of hell, but she doesn't care, she is an officer and this is her duty.
She opens the door and gets in ignoring Simon's yells at her back.
….
The feet move swiftly, she hears the crunching of the wood beneath them while Stiles drags her inside his home. They turn on a light and she becomes blind for a couple of seconds. When her eyes adjust she see the blurry shapes running in all directions across the living room carrying tables, flashlights, and cloths.
She doesn't get what is going on, she can't get any of the words they are saying, she just sees how Stiles lips move quickly how tensed his expression is and the crimson of his face…It doesn't have anything to do with how upset he is, he is covered from top to bottom with a sticky and coppery liquid, as Allison, he is covered in blood.
He is yelling, Jackson and Isaac seem pretty distressed too. But what is going on? Her head aches so badly, and her eyes are still cloudy. She tries to recall what happened…They were in the floor and…She was holding…Scott! Scott is hurt!
"No!" She shrills when they try to take Scott's limp body away from her grasp. "Don't touch him!"
"Allison, what the hell you think you're doing?" Roars Stiles.
She snaps and suddenly all the dizziness is washed away. She glances down, her nails are dug into Scott's skin while Isaac and Jackson try to take him.
"Don't touching!" She repeats and then she notices how upset she is. She tastes the tears in her mouth mixed with the blood of the creature who hurt the boy she once loved.
"He's going to be alright" Jackson assured.
"This is, insane, we should be at Deaton's" Isaac grunts.
Allison makes an effort to recall and finally she sees everything clear in her mind. Scott was stabbed by that scary creature in the middle of an empty street, there was also a woman lying in the floor with her arm tore apart…She died in Allison's arms.
She shudders.
"Allison," Stiles starts with a reassurance voice though she can feel that he is about to lose it just as she did.
"He can't die" She says with hitched breath.
"He won't" Stiles assures. "But you need to let go"
"Why…why he isn't healing? He is a werewolf! He should be healing!" She can't believe what she is saying. She told Scott to stay away from her, she threatened with killing him. She thought she hated him but… Here she is… Acting like a stubborn kid, afraid of letting him go to die.
"We don't know" She hears the deep voice of Derek Hale and her blood runs cold. It is all his fault, he turned Scott into a monster! If he wouldn't have done that, Scott wouldn't be dying now! It is always him! Every time something awful happens in her life somehow Derek Hale is related to it.
Stiles hastily and yet gently takes Allison's hands with his and let them go from Scott's body. She takes a deep breath and staggers to stand up and let them help Scott. She can't believe all the things that have happened in matter of hours.
….
That foul stench… If he could only take a bath, if he is disgusted by the way he smells he doesn't want to imagine how it must be for the werewolves standing in his living room.
Derek won't stop looking at him with that grimace in his face, and he would like to say something snarky to shut whatever is going through his shaggy mind, but… Stiles doesn't have time for that, he is doing his best to keep the pieces of himself together and do something.
He can't afford to lose it the way Allison did, or else Scott will die. He heard it from Derek's lips as soon as the beast inexplicably exploded bathing them in blood. He doesn't know what is going on to Scott.
"What are we going to do?" Isaac hurries to say when Jackson and he place Scott's body in top of the table.
"I'm not sure" Derek admits setting his jaw.
"He might be poisoned" Jackson suggests.
"He might," Derek nods. "But it is unlikely, did you see that thing? It isn't designed to poison its victim and wait for it to die. It is all muscle and we weren't able to hurt it. I don't think he poisoned"
"Then, what's wrong with him?" Stiles demands pressing his lips in a thin line. What is the porpoise of this nonsense talk? His best friend is dying in that table and he isn't even brave enough to take a look at him.
"I don't know" Derek replies with a bitter smile. "But there must be something you can do"
Stiles steps back startled as his heart starts throbbing and his bottom lip trembling, what can he do? He is no one. Derek can't be seriously suggesting that he can do something about it. God! Maybe Isaac is right and they should be on their way to Deaton's. But Stiles can't ask him help, not after he found that Dr. D could have saved his mom, not after he let Jackson to become a werewolf just because he shouldn't interfere unless it was written in the wind or whatever! Deaton is a motherfucking selfish and Stiles can't trust him, maybe if he takes Scott to him he will help by turning him into a were-donkey or something like it.
"You can't be serious," Stiles says starting to lose his hope. "I thought you would know what do to do. You can't count on me on this…I…I"
Stiles' breathing hitches, now the world is spinning before him and his mind is starting to get cloudy. Cries and yells is all he can her now. It hurts, he can see with the corner of his eyes Derek leaning toward him and he feels his arms catching him before he falls.
"I can't do this" He murmurs when he is a little calmer. "How am I going to know what to do?"
"Maybe…Maybe…He is knocked out" Allison's voice says now next to him.
Stiles looks at his right where the girl is standing looking more lucid now though what she just said doesn't make any….
They're eyes meet and the spark flutters inside Stiles' chest. He think he gets what she is…
"That's kind of obvious" Isaac points out sarcastically and sweeps the air above Scott win his arm.
Stiles glances down instinctively being struck by the hard reality. His best friend's olive skin is now so pale that it almost gets blended with the cloth where he is lying. His eyes are closed and surrounded by dark and deep circles. His lips are parted and almost purple blue, but the hardest thing is the deep wound in his chest, where the blood keeps pouring, being the only sign that tells them that he's still alive.
"She's right" Stiles mutters more to himself than them and quickly touches Scott's wrist looking for his heartbeat.
"What's going on?" Derek asks staring at him confused.
"He is about to get into cardiac arrest!" Stiles lets out starting to feel dizzy.
"Your dad is a doctor! There must be something here!" Allison cries.
Her words makes Stiles jolt…She is right! Her dad has….Epinephrine in the suitcase upstairs.
"I know what to do" He assures running to the other side of the room to start climbing the stairs.
"What is going on?" He hears Jackson say.
"Is the inner wolf!" Stiles yells while he runs to the door next to his dad's room. The place he was used to visit when he was having sleeping issues, when he thought that he was becoming insane and needed an escape from his depression.
Unfortunately his dad recalled that episode of his life well enough too, because there is a big locker on the door.
Shit! He thinks. Where is the key? Probably on his dad chain! What is he going to do know?
Please! Please! He thinks holding the locker and then recalls. There are three healthy werewolves downstairs they might be able to open a single…
He hears a click and quickly cranes his neck to his right…The lock is open! The lock is open! But…how…?
He shakes his head, he has no time to think about the crazy things that happen around him. He opens the door and takes the suitcase downstairs.
"Are you sure about this?" Derek asks putting a hand on Stiles chest and looking at him straight in the eyes.
Stiles' heart shudders but he doesn't step back and instead he nods, he has to be sure, he must be sure or else…
"What are you going to do?" Isaac asks frowning as Stiles opens the suitcase and starts rummaging among the phials looking for the one labeled as Epinephrine.
"Is the inner wolf," Allison repeats, Stiles quickly glances at her and she looks a little calmer now, she believes what she is saying. "He is not a bipedalist, even if he has control, the boy and the beast are two different things" She explains.
Stiles takes the syringe with shaking hands and nodes while starts filling it with the drug. "I read about it online a couple of months ago, a Fourer isn't like the rest. It is a vulnerable state. Wildlings are more beast than human, while bipedalist are human and beast at the same time, but the Fourer state is a disjunction, even when they can control themselves in that form it is like two living things inside a body"
He glances down and starts looking for an vein which isn't hard actually, considering how pale Scott is right now, if his dad could only see him right now… Both his dad and his mom always thought he could be a doctor and now… Here he is.
"He can't heal because the wolf inside him is knocked out" Allison says and his side and he can tell that even though both of them are unsure about their words something is telling them in their insides to do it.
"We're going to wake him up," Stiles affirms. "Grab him"
Allison curls her fingers around Stiles' hand and together they dig the needle's head into Scott's arm.
….
It is like a horror movie, the whole intensive care pavement is dark. There is only one light in the middle of the long corridor hovering on one end flickering with every step Melissa takes. On the far corner she can see a large dark stain in the wall spattering some torn poster beneath which lies a body.
Melissa aims with her gun at all sides and when she makes sure there isn't anyone else on side she hurries to approach the person on the floor.
She addresses the old man lying on the floor, his eyes are closed but she can see he still breathing. His robes are all bloody and torn, she can't see the exact spot of the wound but she can figure out it must be big because of the state in which he is. She quickly runs a hand under his left arm to pull him up when she hears steps at her back.
"Help please" Says a woman's voice.
Hastily she let go the man and holds her gun up as she turns aiming at the newcomer.
She is surrounded by ten people, most of them are bloody and many are being carried by others, they are all wearing white robes bathed in the same gluey and reeky liquid.
"What happened here?" She asks sheathing her gun in her belt to approach the terrified crowd.
They step back frightened.
"It's alright I won't hurt you" She assures trying to stay calm, though deep inside she is about to lose it. She is as scared at them, this whole scene reminds her of those videogames she forbid Scott and Stiles play when they were younger.
"He…tried…to kill us" Stutters the woman that heads the group.
"Who?" Melissa asks frowning.
"The man they brought yelling, he went out of control. He killed a nurse! He killed her!"
"I saw her on my way here, she is hurt, but she will be alright" She assures.
The patients exchange looks. "Please you have to help us" The woman begs with hitched breath. Melissa can see now the glistening tears in her shuddering face.
"Help me take him" She orders kneeling next to the unconscious man.
The woman leans and with her help they manage to haul him up beneath their shoulders.
Melissa makes sure of her hold in the man's arm and slowly she starts stepping back to the entrance.
The crowd starts following her and then someone cries.
Melissa's heart skips a beat. She curses in her insides as she releases the man's weight all over the woman's back as the stampede of the rest of the patients disorients her. "Take him out!" She yells at the woman. "Someone help her!" She orders as she spins gripping tight her gun to the other side of the room where a shadow just shifted.
She steps back unwillingly and quickly tilts her face to watch the woman being helped by a boy to carry the man out.
She hear a disturbing screech and a shiver runs down her body. The hairs in the back of her neck stir and she takes a deep breath, scanning the shadows meticulously.
A shadow shifts again and before she has time to react there is a red and white shape dashing toward her.
Mellissa recoils afraid of shooting, she stumbles with something and hits the ground with the back of her head. An intense pain blinds her for a couple of seconds as she rolls on her back to stand up. She look both sides, the patients made to the entrance.
She hears a high pitched moan and she spins.
There is a young man in front of her, well, not exactly a man, he must be a werewolf because…Because his left arm is coated in brown fur and there are sharp and large claws at the end of his red stained fingers.
"Stay…stay right there" She says aiming at his head. At least it isn't her son.
"I need help please" The man weeps.
Melissa chews her bottom lip hoping her heart could stop throbbing this hard, is she going to die? Is this the way it all ends?
"Help…?" She hairs herself say. "You murdered people!" She yells with hatred.
"I didn't mean to, please you have to believe me" He pleads stepping ahead.
Melissa steps back. "What happens to your arm?" She says pointing at it with her gun.
"I don't know…I was jogging in the park and then…"
"Then what?"
"Something bit me" He cries falling on his needs.
"Are you…?"
"Stay away!" He suddenly roars squirming on the floor.
"Hey! What bit you? Tell me!" She damns running toward him, but a swing of the sharp clawed arm makes her think twice.
"I don't know! It was dark! I don't know!" The man yelps shaking out of control on the ground.
Her heart sinks and she runs toward him.
"Melissa! Stay away from him!" She hears Simon's voice at her back.
She cranes her neck toward her best friend at the moment she hears a sucking sound at her back.
She spins. The man is standing still behind her, she aims as she stares amazed how his right eye slowly starts glowing bright red.
The man launches himself toward her. She freezes astonished for what she is watching, it is ten times scarier than the day she discovered the disturbing truth about her son, she is helpless she is going to die.
"Melissa!" Simon cries. His hand takes her by the elbow. Mellissa spins in the air being pulled by Simon's arms to his chest as he falls on his back and she lands on top of him.
"Are you okay?" He says with shaking voice as both of them stand and crane their necks at the spot where she was standing seconds ago waiting for the slash of the death.
The man is standing there now, staring at them, his red eye came back to his other one's brown. "Help….me" He mutters falling on his knees and then he bursts.
There is only blood in the place where the beast-man was standing seconds ago.
….
He is burning! All his body is in pain, he can feel it, the claws piercing his skin, breaking his ribs, he is…
He jolts swaying his arms in all directions. He hears muffled cries and conversations, there is people all around him. They are retaining him. He wants to be free!
Let me go He thinks, looking in all directions at the blurry silhouettes than hastily move around him. His head is aching, almost as badly as his chest, though the second is decreasing slowly, while the first keeps getting more and more intense as the light in the top of his head keeps burning his pupils.
"Let me go!" He begs, no, he growls in a guttural sound that comes out of the back of his throat.
He can feel the heat spreading all around his body, and even though he can focus his eyes, he gets a sigh of his naked arms slowly covering in black shag.
He opens his mouth again to tell them to release him, but aside the unintelligible for his own ears, he can't control his mouth anymore, it is gaping, no, stretching, he can feel his bones enlarging inside his mouth and his head and limps. He stirs and shakes trying to break free it is so painful. Tears climb to his eyes and he just wants to be free, why they don't want to set him free? What is happening to him?
"He is shifting" A distant but familiar voice says and he jerks his head toward it.
"Stiles, I think he recognizes you" She says, he can taste her grief, it hovers in the air, mixed it a metallic and reeking smell that is attached at her usual and beautiful scent, that saddening, scaring and beautiful aroma that pulls him in and out at the same time. He wants her, he craves for her and the same time he wants to run, she is trouble, she is death made a living thing, she wild and scary and she is all he has ever needed in his life.
"All…" He roars, "All…" Is not him, it is something inside him, he is not truly speaking he is growling like a beast.
"Allison" He says gently and suddenly all the struggle comes to a violent halt.
Scott, his name is Scott, he was hurt, the last thing he recalls is that he was scared for them, they were in danger and he needed to protect them, his treasures the persons he loved aside from his mother, they were in trouble and he had to do something.
Scott blinks twice and bit a bit the whole room starts taking form in front of him. He is laying in a stark bed, no, he is in a table inside Stiles' grandparents living room, he recognize the furniture and the olive painted walls, he recalls running down those stairs, he was a kid, he was boy…He is alive.
He sits up straight hauling a big haste of fresh air inside his lungs. He feels a painful shot in his chest and breaths out and in rapidly being unable to hold a breath long enough to satisfy his lungs.
He looks around.
"You're alive" Says Derek in amazement then he cranes his neck toward Allison and then Stiles looking at them openmouthed.
"What happened?" He hears himself ask in a scrappy voice.
"You…" Allison starts.
Scott looks at her, she is bathed in blood and tears and now he notices her hand holding his, a warm and painful feeling takes him down, how…Why is she so upset? What happened?
"Did someone died?" He says with hitched breath. "Are Jackson and Isaac again?"
"Here we are" Says Isaac's familiar voice a now Scott notices their hands holding his arms on each side of his body.
"You're fine buddy" Jackson says happily patting him in the back. "That's to this two" He adds pointing at Stiles and Allison.
Stiles and Allison? What they could have possibly done?
And then the monster comes to his mind, the mutant werewolf that attacked them. "Derek, was that the Fenrir? Did you find him?" He asks hastily.
Derek shakes his head. "I don't know what that thing was" His pack leader admits embarrassed.
"Yeah what happened?" Isaac says thoughtfully looking at Derek as Scott starts to gain some strength and sits straighter. "We though you would be dead by now"
"What?" Stiles says in astonishment.
And Scott stares at his best friend, he was going to die and Allison two, and he couldn't do anything to protect them because he is weak, because he can become a bipedalist, he almost lost them both at the same time tonight.
"Derek was planning to put an end to this for himself" Jackson explains.
"He what?" Stiles says shocked.
"That's none of his business" Derek grunts glowering at Jackson.
"Are…you insa…?" Stiles starts and something bitter and wild burns inside Scott, why? Why he has to be so stubborn? Why he had to go there?
"This is all your fault!" He roars staring at his friend.
Stiles quickly cranes his neck toward him.
"Scott" Allison starts.
He looks at her and tries to calm himself but he can't, he so mad… "Allison I told you to come back home!" He says angrily.
"I know but…" She tries to say biting her lip but Scott doesn't let her continue. He promised Mr. Argent he would look out after her, he must be with her always but… Stiles…
"This is all your fault Stiles!" He yells tearing his throat. "What the hell where you doing there?"
Stiles stares at him in blank, all bathed in blood, now he is shaking, shaking like a scared stupid boy who used to hide from the bullies at middle school…Stupid…Stupid…Stupid Stiles, why? Why he had to be there? He could have died.
"Scott!"
"Don't say anything" Scott mutters feeling the tears climbing to his eyes, this is killing him, but this night would have ended in a terrible way if Allison or Stiles… "You went there! Even when you knew you couldn't stand a chance, because…Because you're just a stupid human, you're just a piece of shit who wants to be part of this because you think it is a game, but it isn't"
"Scott…" Allison mutters.
"You did this to me Stiles! I almost die because I was busy trying to keep you're sorry ass safe, when you shouldn't have been there in the first place! This is all your fault!"
Stiles shakes his head as he steps back, and he can see it, he's blinking to hold his tears back. Scott feels a pang in the chest but it is too late to recoil, he needs to be done with this, he can't be in two places in the same time, the best for Stiles… Is to stay out of all this, he couldn't bear…
"I bet you attracted that thing with your stupid stench of death, you're the doom made human, Stiles, stay away from me you hear me? Stay away, I don't wanna anything to do with you anymore, we're done"
Stiles gaps slowly and then he nods. "Alright" He says with shaky voice and hands. "I won't bother you ever again, I'm sorry for being a human who thought he help"
Stiles stepped back slowly and then walked out from the front door.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Jackson roars.
"He saved your life" Derek grunts staring at Scott with repulsive look in his eyes but then his expression shifts. He understands now. No one could had Scott right now more than himself, but…It was the best thing to do.
"Leave him Alone!" Allison shrieks pushing Derek aside with one arm at the time the alpha's leather jacket spontaneously burst in flames.
Amazed, Scott and the rest stare at Derek as he quickly takes off his jacket and steps on it repeatedly until the flames fade.
"Fucking binders" He hisses putting on his jacket back and striding to the door without saying anything else.
"Allison…" Scott mutters openmouthed. "How did you do that?"
"I'm sorry I didn't mean… Though I don't mind it happened, this is all his fault! Every…" Her voice trails off. "You almost died Scott" She lets out in a soft and pasty whimper.
Scott looks at her eyes as she falls on his chest, he is still aching but it isn't as bad as when he woke up, though he is pretty sure his wound is still open, it will heal in matter of days.
"I'm okay now" He assures with a sad grin. "Thanks to you" He mutters on her ear as he plays with the curls of her dark hair.
….
He sits in the steps of the veranda with his eyes pressed shut, he is so hurt right now. He can't believe Scott said those words to him and at the same time, he understands. Scott is right, he is a threat. He and his weird scent that attracts death and bad things, he is for sure the main reason that thing showed up in the town in the first place.
Gosh he wishes he has a cigarette right now! He doesn't smoke though… Once he heard about how it was good to erase all the bad thoughts and pain out of the mind at least for a couple of seconds. He reminds the first time he tried it so many years ago in middle school, he is not sure about what happened that afternoon but he was so upset about something, and Scott and him sat in the old mill with a bottle of vodka on a cold winter night, sharing stories and sips until… Until his best friend tugged out the box from his pockets and told him how good it could be to calm his nerves. Stiles hesitated considering how bad is to consume cigarettes to not mention that they both were thirteen by then, his dad would have killed them if he found out about it.
And yet he tried, and chocked with it. It was disgusting and he was surrounded by this foul scent that didn't left until hours away, he thanks God his mom never knew about that.
And yet here he is, wishing he has something to keep his mind busy and ease the lump on his throat. Why he has to be so emotional? He has been through worst things but… It is killing him, the way Scott looked at him while he said all those stuffs, he really hates him. He hates Stiles the same way Derek….
He hears steps. He cranes his neck to his left and guess who is standing next to him.
Stiles just ignores Derek and stares at the street.
"Kicked out of your own house. That is knew" Derek says with a snarky voice. Of course the whole situation amuses him, he is a dick. Stiles couldn't expect less from him.
He isn't the mood to listen his sassy ass so he just pretends he isn't there.
"You should take a bath by the way" Derek adds sitting next to him.
"I know my soul stinks to death, you don't need to remind it to me every two seconds" Stiles replies bitterly.
"I'm not talking about your scent," Derek explains sternly with his eyes fixed in the street. "You're bathed in blood, I'm pretty sure if your neighbors see you this way they will freak out and call the police"
The last thing he needs right now.
"I guess I'll wait until Scott gets home" Stiles says absently looking at his best friend's despiteful glare in his mind over and over again.
"I don't think he should move, at least for tonight, his wound isn't healing as it should, he is better but he might be still in danger, he needs someone to look out after him"
Why he is saying all this stuffs?
"You should go to the vet to check out your ears because if you don't hear well Scott doesn't want to do anything with me anymore, he hates me" He snaps biting his bottom lip.
Derek snorts wryly.
"I'm happy you find it funny" He grunts balling his fists.
"He doesn't hate you" Derek affirms shaking his head slightly.
"You heard him! All this crap is my fault! And he is right…Every time that something happens in this…" He starts rambling shaking his head and hating himself for the lump that is climbing to his throat again.
"Hey!" Derek says angrily "Hey!" He repeats taking Stiles by the chin with his thumb and index finger to force him to stop shaking and look at him. "Look at me" He orders as soon as Stiles glances down.
Stiles looks up and meets his eyes with the werewolf's shining blue ones. He can smell his fear, his sadness and listen how fast his heart is beating right now, he feels so exposed and angry. He wants to look away but he can't move. "What do you want?"
"You did well tonight" Derek mutters softly. "You saved his life and that's all what matters"
He pulls Stiles' chin up and down forcing him to nod. He can be such jerk sometimes, what the hell he things he is doing?
"I didn't…" He starts.
"Say it" Derek orders.
Stiles gives up. "I did well tonight"
Derek releases him and sighs. "You know that it was all crap don't you?" Says as he shifts on his seat and stares at the sky, at the pale and ghostly crescent moon that hovers on top of them.
Stiles shakes his head. "What do you mean?"
"The things Scott said"
Stiles shakes his head. "It wasn't bullshit, he said it because he means them"
Derek snorts. "And I thought you were the smartest person I've ever seen" Says chuckling.
Stiles look at the dimples in his lopsided grin and blushes, does he really thinks that?
"He just said that because he wants to keep you safe"
"That's bullshit, he didn't say anything about…"
"Of course he didn't say them aloud, but that was what he meant, he is afraid Stiles"
Stiles Again his name sounds weird to his own ears when Derek says it.
"He doesn't want to get hurt, that's why he said all those things, because he cares so much about you and he doesn't want to lose you, you should listen to him, go away, find a safe place and live, and that's all he wants" The werewolf mutters staring at Stiles with some… sadness in his eyes.
"I can't go" Stiles affirms. "Not when people is dying, I need to do something about it"
"What are you going to do? Kill a thousand werewolves the same way you killed that thing?" Derek grunts.
"I didn't kill that thing" He affirms blushing.
"You didn't?" Derek looks at him confused. "But them…?" He shakes his head. "Never mind. That is just another reason for you to go, you are defenseless. We can't protect you and ourselves at the same time"
"I don't asking you to protect me" Stiles replies sharply suddenly feeling an urgency to punch the cocky wolf's face.
"Why? Why you have to be so stubborn? Why you can't admit that you're terrified? Why you keep trying to play the hero?" Derek growls, looking at stiles straight in the eye, his fiery blue eyes glowing intensely as he glares at him.
Stiles scoffs. "Excuse me? Who's playing the hero? What the hell were you thinking going after the Fenrir all by yourself?" Stiles roars shaking with fury. "You could have died!"
"That's none of your business!"
"You have to stop with crap Derek!" Stiles mutters with despise. "Stop with the guilt, stop pretending you aren't scared, stop giving such small importance at your life"
"You don't know what you're talking about" Derek warns him, showing his pointy and sharp fangs beneath his upper lip, but Stiles ignores him. "You don't know what is like to be cursed"
Are you fucking kidding me? Stiles thinks with anger.
"I know everything about your so called curse, and guess what? It is all bullshit, just because you were the seventh child doesn't mean anything, it is just a fairy tale,"
He knows he stepped over the line, and he knows that Derek is probably going to crunch his skull against his own house's façade but he is done with this shit and broody wolf's self-pity party. But Derek doesn't react as he expected, instead he just glances down.
"They are all dead" Derek whispers with longing. "Because of me"
"It is not your…."
"All the people I cared about, is gone, even the people others loved, like your friend's mother, I did that"
Damn! A pang stabs Stiles in his chest after hearing those words, but it is a lie! They lied to him! They manipulated him, God! If he could only say that to him, he would have such terrible idea of himself.
"You have people who cares about you," The werewolf admits. "That's why you have to go away and live, because Scott would be hurt if anything happens to you"
"That's not…"
"I have no one"
Something cold and sharp comes through Stiles chest and his heart skips a beat, he can't believe he is seeing this side of Derek, so vulnerable, so…Human, not even when he was about to die because of the venom Stiles saw him in such state.
"You're wrong" Stiles whispers lowering his glance. "There's people who cares about you"
Derek snorts. "Yeah? Who?" He arches a brow.
"Scott…He…"
"He's just helping me so he can kill me in the end and release himself from the curse"
Stiles rolls his eyes, he can't seriously believe this shit. "Isaac…"
"Can't wait for me to die so he becomes the new pack leader"
"You're wrong, he and Scott and Jackson…"
"Jackson doesn't want to help me, he just wants revenge from the people who hurt his girlfriend"
Does he? Stiles is in a dead end, he doesn't have more names, damn it isn't his fault Derek is such antisocial wolf, but there is people, there is people who cares about Derek he is sure of it.
"I…" He starts with shaky voice and wobbling lips.
Derek cranes his neck toward him.
"I…I…" He balls his hands again, he is not sure what…
"Admiring the stars uh? They look so lovely tonight" A voice suddenly says.
Stiles' heart gives a lurch and he shifts on his seat startled. As he spots the man walking toward them from the street, he can swear there was no one in there just seconds ago, how did he? "Dr. D, what are you doing here?" He says shocked.
"That's funny" The man replies staring at him with a blank expression. "I hoped you knew the answer to that question"
….
In matter of seconds they are surrounded by the rest of Mellissa's unit, she knows they were busy taking the people of the hospital to a safe zone but she almost died! They should have moved faster. Thank god Simon showed up in the right moment.
"Are you okay?" He asks with a grin though she can see he is about to have crisis, she is not sure which one of them is shaking harder, they are attached to each other in a strong embrace.
She owes him her life. "Thank you" She mutters embarrassed.
"It's okay, it was the least I could do for such brave companion" He manages to smirk to her in a reassuring way.
She is so happy he is here. She blushes.
"Damn! What happened here?" Asks Taylor sweeping the room with his gun.
Mellissa cranes her neck toward him. "I'm not sure" She says still terrified.
Simon and her are covered in that man's blood, was he? What was he?
"Are you hurt?" A woman's voice says suddenly and Mellissa snaps back to reality.
She looks up and she finds a nurse kneeling next to them. She is checking their bodies trying to find the origin of the blood.
Simon shakes his head. "We're fin Lucy, the blood isn't ours"
"What happened here?" Lucy says with shaky voice staring at the scene terrorized.
"We're not sure," Simon mutters. "This man… I can swear he had a paw, and then, he exploded, like…Like the man from the other day"
"Dr. Petersen…What is going on? I haven't heard of anything like it before" Lucy says shrugging.
"Me neither" He admits. "Maybe, it is a new drug I don't know"
"He was a monster" Another nurse adds joining them. "I saw him, he was a creature of hell. It was so scary"
"Don't be silly, there must be an explanation for all this" Simon assures.
Mellissa recalls it now, he said he was bitten, he said he was jogging, just jogging, and he looked so healthy, it wasn't like the type of person who do drugs, there is no mistake, this is somehow related to longshot and Scott and everything, but she is afraid of saying something, Simon might think she is insane.
"Are you alright?" He asks looking at her puzzled.
She nods, though she knows he knows she is not right at all.
The nurses help them stand and they start walking slowly out of the intensive care aisle, what…what will happen to the patients of this area? They are in danger.
She eyes a couple of men and a woman wearing white jumpsuits, as soon as she spots them their eyes fix on Simon and her.
"Excuse me" Says the woman staring straight at her, there is an odd accent in her voice. She doesn't look like someone from the town. "May I ask you a few questions?"
Mellissa frowns.
"Who are you what is going on?" Simon asks staring at the woman with mistrust.
"My name is Julie Orleans, I work in the biological threats control team and I need you to have a few words with both of us"
"But…"Melissa starts frightened. "What is going on?" She cries as one of the man who accompany Julie takes her by an arm and takes her away from Simon to lead her to another room. "Simon!"
The other man takes Simon and starts taking him with him.
Mellissa pushes and tries to break free.
"Mel!" Simon yells trying to break free too. "Biological threats? What are you talking about?"
"It is a common procedure, there is nothing to worry about" Julie says sternly without looking at any of them. "We are just going to make sure none of you is infected"
Infected Mellissa thinks being hit by a wave of emotions, what is this woman talking about?
"A virus? Do you really think this is a virus?" Simon stopping short.
"We are not sure yet, but there is a possibility, this might be the result of a terrorist attack, all possibilities must be addressed. Beacon Hills is being put on quarantine as he speak, but there is nothing to worry about"
A virus? Quarantine? What the hell is going on?
….
"May I come in?" Dr. D asks sternly.
Stiles swallows hard, what does he means by "I hoped you knew the answer to that question"? What is going on?
He nods and opens the front door for the man.
Dr. D steps inside and quickly all the eyes fall upon Stiles and him. All the eyes except Scott's, who is lying on the table again.
"Is he dead?" The man asks arching a brow and then Stiles gets it.
"You don't know?" He asks shocked. "How is this possible? You know everything that happens!" He accuses.
"He is just asleep, he is in a lot of pain, but he is healing" Allison explains drying her eyes with her sleeves.
"You won't stop surprising me don't you?" Dr. D chuckles staring at Allison and then at Stiles. "It was foolishness by the way"
"What?" Allison frowns.
"To not take him with me as soon as he got stabbed"
"Stabbed?" Stiles roars. "You knew he was going to be stabbed but weren't sure if he was going to survive!" He bits his bottom lip. "That's why I didn't bring him to you! You and you're stupid voices! I can't trust you"
"Here I am" Deaton points out. "It was your duty to bring him to me, so he could heal and be saved"
"Sorry for keeping you waiting!" Stiles grunts.
Derek puts a hand on his arm but Stiles let himself go. "But I have no time for riddles, I'm wasn't going to beg you to help him! I wasn't going to allow you to let him die, the same way you did with my mom!"
Everyone cranes their neck toward Stiles. Doctor Deaton seems to have been taken off guard.
"As I said" He starts recovering his usual condescending look. "You won't stop surprising me kids"
"We're not kids" Allison adds bitterly.
"You aren't, I'm sorry" The doctor says nodding at her.
"Deaton…" Derek starts.
"It's not the moment Derek" The man says quietly. "We were going to have this conversation in a different situation, Scott must be awake. He wants to hear this too"
"But what….?"
"Let Scott rest a couple of days, no school, stress or any kind of activity, when he is feeling better go visit me and we will have our little chat" He smirks.
There he is, he and his stupid mysteries, of course Stiles knows what Derek wants to know, all of them are asking themselves what the hell was that thing and why it died, but again, Deaton won't give them the answers so easily.
"I'll see later, good night" The man nods at them and spins opening the door.
When Dr. D is a couple of steps away Stiles runs after him. "Doc Wait"
"Yeah?" The man says arching a brow, though Stiles is pretty sure he knows what Stiles is about to say.
"Is there… Is there chance that we…I mean them… is there a chance that…Are they going to die?"
Dr. D takes a minute to think his answers and then he nods silently. "It is the most powerful possibility"
Stiles' heart quivers. "But you said, that maybe they could…."
"I'm sorry but, I can't see how it ends" The man explains pressing his lips in a thin line. "I've been trying for years, but I've never been able to see the answer, it is almost like even the wind doesn't know. Things like that one happen when there are decisions that must be made, and their possibilities are endless"
"But if I die now… You think, there is a chance they will win? There must be something I can do"
"I'm sorry" Dr. D shakes his head. "You should have lured death when it was the right moment. Now… There is nothing you can do, even if you die at this very instant, I can't assure you that they will succeed, whoever has to make a decision is blocking everything for all of us"
"Is there a change to find this person?"
The man shakes his head again. "I don't know anything about that person or the decision that must take, but I suppose that it will have a big impact it what is about to happen"
"I hope he or she, choose wisely" Stiles mutters with some fear in his voice.
"I hope that too" Dr. D grins and strides off.
….
The time flies before she has a chance to react, one second she is taking care of Scott and the next his mom shows up at home with nearly a nerve crisis, Allison isn't sure what happened to the woman but it must have something to do with all the crap that happened that awful night. Since the woman was so upset Allison lied to her and said that Stiles invited her and Scott to sleep over, she isn't sure if Scott's mom believed her, but it didn't matter because she just bathed like three times and went straight to bed.
They agreed to not move Scott that night because it would be stressful for him and even though she knew all the things Scott said to Stiles she thought it would be better if both of them spent the night with him, she can't tell but she knows they can keep them save. Derek offered to keep an eye on their home until Scott feels better but Allison can't trust him, not after all the things that have happened, so even though she said nothing she didn't left Scott's side the whole night.
When Stiles father went home it was like living all Scott's mom scene again, the man seemed like living in another world. They ate in silence in kitchen and Allison felt uncomfortable the whole time. Stiles dad looked at her with pity, of course he doesn't know that her dad is back and she feels sick of everybody thinking of her as a helpless little girl. In other hand, her dad is back and she misses him so much, she wants to talk to him and tell him all the things that happened and ask his advice about it, but he didn't left a number or any way to contact him. She just hopes that wherever he is, he is alright.
After Stiles' dad went to bed, the boy brought a sleeping bag and unrolled next to his bed, where Scott was resting. She woke Scott to give him some soup that Stiles prepared for him, and even though he protested for being there she managed to calm him down and made him eat even when he said he didn't want to. Seriously sometimes Scott could act like a child, a little and… Gorgeous boy who needs her so badly, and it wasn't until that night that she realized…How much she needed him too.
"But it isn't something easy actually" Lydia says and Allison jerks up.
"What? What?" She yells looking at both side disoriented.
She is in the classroom behind harassed by a big amount of concerned eyes that stare at her as if she is crazy, and hell it has been crazy. The last three four days she has been at Scott's home taking care of him, she doesn't let him do anything, she cooks for him and looks after his wound, it looks pretty good by now! Actually he was so stubborn this morning about coming back school that she finally agreed. She missed a couple of classes but it didn't matter, she was too scare to leave him alone and come back to his home to find him dead, but he is fine now, and it is all that matters. Those days have been a nightmare but thank God, they are all over.
"Are you okay?" Her friend asks pursing her lips.
"Yeah" I'm sorry, Allison replies flatly. "I just didn't sleep well, this days, that's all"
"What? Something happened with your dad? Did they find him? Is he…?"
Allison shakes her head. "There still aren't news from him" She lies. She trusts Lydia, but she is afraid of who might be eavesdropping their conversation, and she doesn't want to put her dad at risk by revealing that he is alive and fine.
"Don't worry, I'm sure he is fine" Her friend says with a smirk.
Allison smiles back at her.
"Now tell me, how is this uncle of yours, I can't believe they found him, and plus it is amazing how quickly child services gave him your custody"
"Actually he doesn't have my custody, they just let me live with him because they thought it would be better for me while they keep looking for my dad" She says with an empty grin thought of course she is not going to tell Lydia the truth of how she managed to get rid of the foster house, she doesn't want the girl to get in trouble.
"What were you saying before? When I was daydreaming?"
Lydia looks up as if trying to find the answer and then she purses her lips. "Oh! I was talking to you about the physics next exam"
"Oh my god! Is it today? I hadn't study at all"
Lydia shakes her head. "No, don't worry, is not today, we're waiting for Mrs. Greenberg, it is weird she is here yet, it's been fifteen minutes already"
"Wasn't' she sick?" Allison says thoughtful.
"Oh yeah!" Lydia nods. "I wonder what happened to her, we have lost a lot of classes. I can't believe they hadn't call a sexy substitute for us yet" She says with a mischievous grin.
Allison gives a long side look to her friend and laughs.
The hear steps and crane their necks when one of their class mates Allison thinks her name is Janice walks to the middle of the class and stares at everyone. "Guys, Mrs. Greenberg is coming today either, so we have some free time, because they hadn't find a new teacher yet"
The class burst in cheers and everybody start to pick up their stuffs.
Allison follows Lydia out of the class while her friend keeps talking about going to the mall later that afternoon when she spots Scott standing next to them.
"Allison do you have a minute?" He asks with a shy smirk. Stupid and charming shy smirk, does he really thinks that she is going to fall for it again?
"What do you want loser?" Lydia snaps glaring at Scott.
"It's fine Lydia, I'll be right back" Allison says as she starts following Scott to a more private place.
"What happened?" She whisper when they get inside an empty classroom.
"Have you seen Stiles?" Scott asks arching a brow.
Stiles? Now that she thinks about it…She hadn't see him since fourth period. She shakes her head.
"Damn where he can be?"
"What? Are you going to Deaton's today?" She hurries to say, feeling a little more quite now that they're going to have some answers.
Scott nods.
"Okay let me tell Lydia that…."
"No Allison you can't come" He says glancing down.
"What? Why?" She says with anger. "Why Stiles can come and I don't?"
"He isn't coming, I was going to ask you to tell him to go straight home, and you do the same, something weird is going on, I've hearing the whole morning rumors about son deathly virus and terrorists"
"What that has to do with me?" She says rolling her eyes with frustration.
"I just want you to be safe" He mutters.
How…How he can say that? He is the one who nearly died days ago! Not her! "But…"
"Please Allison, go home and wait for me, I promise I'll tell you everything I now when I get home"
Allison sighs and nods.
Scott grins and before she has time to react to brushes her cheek with his lips. "What the hell you think you're…" She starts angrily whipping her prickling cheek with her hand but when she glances up Scott is gone.
She follows Lydia to the exit while her friend chats about a pair of boots that she saw the other day and she intends to buy today, Allison couldn't envy her more, she is so happy and quite, she wishes she would have come through the Revertere. Things would have been easier.
They take the corner toward the parking lot to get to Lydia's car when Allison spots the principal talking to a talk and good-looking man, she isn't sure why but…He looks somewhat familiar… She blinks and then he is looking straight at her. She looks away embarrassed as she follows her best friend, she knows it…She saw it his eyes, just for a small second, that man…Seemed like he recognized her!
….
He knew Mrs. Greenberg wasn't going to show up today, there is something wrong with that woman, she must be very sick to lose such amount of classes.
He keeps walking down the avenue to take the bus. The good thing about getting out of school early is that he has some spare time so he can resume his research about God knows what attacked them the other night, the bad news is that he must walk five blocks to the bus station though it isn't as hard as he expected, considering how much he has run lately, it seems like he has starting to grow up some stamina in his body, good! Perfect for when the town becomes hell and he needs to run for his life.
At least the bus station is just a block away, soon he will be home and will run straight to his laptop. It had been useless till now, he has been looking for the creature that almost killed them and why it died but the description is very ambiguous, even in the deep web there are hundreds of dreadful monsters that fits the characteristics of that one, but which one it could be? And plus…Do all those things really exist? Damn, it seems like there are more kinds of supernatural shit out there than humans.
He turns on the corner to take the ally and win some time and he suddenly lets out a high pitched cry and stares startled at the little kid standing before him bathed in blood.
Stiles' hands start shaking, he takes a step ahead and the boy steps back. He hears a familiar's car horn and he quickly spins. A couple of feet at his back is black Camaro.
"Get up!" Derek shouts from the pilot's seat.
Stiles quickly turns back to the ally and the boy is gone.
"Come on! Is getting late!" Derek says at his back.
What? What happened to the boy? Is Stiles losing his mind? He can swear he just saw him standing before him just seconds ago.
He hesitates a second and then he walks to the car.
"What do you want?" He asks at the passenger's door opens.
"We have a date remember?" The werewolf says arching a brow.
Stiles blushes and then he spots Isaac, Jackson and a moody Scott sitting in the back seat. Scott is finally alright! Is time for some answers.
"He can't come" Scott grunts as soon as Stiles climbs in the car.
Stiles bits his bottom lip, he would like to get out of the car and run away from them and Scott's hateful eyes, but he wants to know what is going on, he needs to know the name of the creature that almost killed him.
Ten minutes later Derek stops the car outside Deaton's home right next Stiles' parent's old house. He takes a quick glance at it and then follows the group to the doctors' porch.
"Do it" Derek orders when they stop before the steps, and then Stiles gets it. The fertility line!
He rises his right hand and swims it horizontally, a big rush of air strike them, disheveling his hair and he knows it, the supernatural wall has fallen.
The start coming in but when Stiles tries it Derek puts a hand on his shoulder and makes him step back. "Wait in the car, I'll take you home when we're done"
"What? No! I want to know what's going on!"
"This is none of your business, how many times I have to tell you?" Derek grunts.
Jesus! Why he has to be such a jerk? After their little chat at Stiles home he thought… He thought that… Never mind he's an asshole! He has always been and he will always be, he just brought Stiles here so he could open the supernatural gate for them.
"You could have called Deaton and tell him to opened for you" He says sharply.
"Actually we came, but since he wouldn't open I looked for you" Derek says with a wolfish grin, Gosh! It fits him perfectly.
"Let him in" Deaton's stern voice says
Stiles and Derek crane their necks and find the man standing in the door next to Jackson, Isaac and Scott.
"But…" Scott starts.
"He should hear this, and Allison too"
"She is not here" Stiles says glaring at Scott.
"Well, you can't say I didn't try" Deaton replies inviting them in.
What? What does he means?
Stiles follow a pissed off Derek to Deaton's living room. When the door closes itself behind Stiles everyone put their eyes on Deaton.
"Alright you might be asking yourselves…"
"Cut the crap what's going on?" Stiles demands.
Everyone look at Stiles openmouthed, why they are so shocked? If they only knew what kind of motherfucker Deaton really is inside.
"Mr." Scott starts "What was the thing that attacked us?"
"That's not the question you want to ask Scott" The man replies sternly.
More riddles. Here they go!
"The question you must ask, is what it was meant to be"
"What do you mean?" Derek demands and now Stiles can see fear leaping through his eyes. "We hadn't be able to find anything about it yet"
"That is because, the creature you eyed that night, is something just a few have seen" He makes a pause and saunters around.
"You're saying that whoever made that thing, was planning to do that exactly?" Jackson asks frowning.
"Correct" Deaton nods. "You shouldn't be afraid of what you saw that night, because you'll see many of them in the following days"
"So…You know what they are trying to craft?" Stiles mutters dreading the answer.
"I'm not sure yet… But if I'm right, you should be ready, because I'm afraid that the country maybe the whole world will be in danger if they succeed"