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"Marcie! Are you okay?" I almost hugged her.

"No, I'm dead." She flopped back down on the bed. "Now get out." She paused. I saw her brown hair whip back upwards. "Wait, how did you get in here? Why are you here? Who's hurt?" She stood up slowly. Her red-brown hair was matted and hung loose. She was wearing a white t-shirt and black sweat pants.

"I climbed in through the fire escape. I'm here because I was concerned since you haven't been around for a week. No one's hurt. That I know of any way." Marcie narrowed her eyes and gave me a dirty look.

"Go home Stiles. I'm fine."

"No, fine people go to school. Fine people answer their friend Stiles when he calls twenty times. You're not fine." Marcie scowled.

"Fine people also don't see their dead mom!" Marcie snarled. Her fangs were out and her nails had grown to claws. Stiles stood their speechless. Marcie looked at him, her eyes glowing, but it felt like she looked through him. "You need to go now." She hissed.

Stiles raced down the stairs and out the door. This was two too many friends that had almost killed him.

M.P.O.V.

I could hear the twigs snapping beneath my feet. Everything around me was a blur. I kept seeing horrible horrible images. I screamed. Of course, when I was in wolf form it came out as a howl. I shut my eyes and kept running. Make it go away. Make the pain go away. The images wouldn't stop. I could barely breather. Help me, some one help me!

"The mind is a powerful thing Marcie Hale."

What. There was only one person who had ever called me that. My eyes flew open.

"Peter…?"

M.P.O.V.

"I though you were dead?"

"As did I, my dear, but now I see that is not the case." Peter smiled.

"What you w…want?" I shivered.

"I need your help."

"No."

"You're going to help me," Peter was now two inches away from my face. "Or I'll get you and your little boyfriend, too." What boyfriend? Oh, yeah…

"He's your nephew."

"Laura was my niece." I would never get the image of Peter Hale's smirk out of my head.

M.P.O.V.

Oh boy, did I look beautiful today. White booty shorts, a neon pink tank top and a black eye. I was fine with looking like a hooker but I think abused hooker might be a little school inappropriate. I grabbed a black sweater and pulled it on. I brushed my hair and threw it back into a messy bun. I was pulling on my left black boot when my phone rang. "Hello?"

"Hi Marcie. Do you need a ride?" It was Stiles and by the sound of it he was already outside my house.

"Sure. Bye." I really did not need a babysitter but since I now looked like I'd been beaten it didn't seem like Stiles would leave me alone any sooner. I grabbed my bag and raced down stairs to the door. Sure enough, Stiles, his jeep and Scott were waiting for me. I tried to smile. Today was going to be a long day.

"What is that on your face?"

"I don't know. What's on yours?" I said sourly. Stiles glared at me. I glared back. Then sighed. "If you must know, I had a…run in with an old…friend last night."

"Friends don't give friends black eyes." Scott chimed in. "Shouldn't you be healing anyway?"

"I am healing." I sighed. "Lat night, I looked even worse."

"What. Happened."

"Peter Hale. That's what happened. Now hurry up or we are going to be late."

"Whoa. Heck no. School can wait – we're going to Derek's."

"If you drive anywhere near the Hale household I will jump of the window."

"Scott hold her down."

"Excuse me?" Scott shrugged at me. I rolled down the window. "I'm not kidding."

"Neither am I. Scott, I need back up here."

"Um…guys…" Scott spoke finally. "We're already here."

"Fuck."

M.P.O.V.

"Derek?" Scott yelled. "Derek?" I scowled and refused to exit the jeep. Stiles was following close behind Scott. I reached into my bag and pulled out a mirror. My black eye was nearly gone, thankfully, and my other injuries had already healed. As soon as I looked up Scott, Derek, and Stiles were engaged in a shouting match that looked like it was going to get hairy. Ugh. I sighed, un-locked my door, and stepped out slowly. My boots crunched the leaves and the "Jaws" soundtrack was on repeat in my head. All three pairs of eyes snapped in my direction. I felt like the freak show I was.

"Before you even say what you're going to say don't. I don't care. I leaving so don't kill each other." I turn around and began to walk away. I knew someone would stop me. As soon as I took ten steps away I felt arms wrapping around me and carrying me backwards. I laughed. That was fast. "Marcie. What the hell is wrong with you?"

"I have been having a bad week, okay? I don't know about you but most people don't think Kate Argent is their dead mom, freak out, meet Peter Hale in the woods, have him confess to murdering your best friend and then get your ass kicked. So I don't know what's wrong with me? Take a guess." I sniffed. Stiles, Scott and Derek just stared. "And I was serious about jumping out that window, by the way." I had absolutely no idea what I was going to do next so I did the most logical thing I could think of, broke down crying.

Derek's Point of View

"PETER? As in my uncle?" If I had just heard what I just thought I heard shit was going down. Marcie stumbled over her words, her heartbeat was incredibly high and her eyes were still red from crying. "Y…yes…. he told me he…. killed Laura…and…. and." Her eyes dropped and she refused to say anything more. A single tear fell off her chin.

"What else did he say to you?" Scott piped up. Marcie whispered something I couldn't hear…or rather didn't want to hear. Scott's mouth hung agape and Stiles looked confused before he realized the effect of her words. A long, awkward pause followed. "Marcie…" I paused; this was going to be interesting. "What did he say to you?" I had to hear the words. Their effect had already sunk in but I had to hear them, hear that this was real.

She breathed. "That I had to help him…or he would get me and my 'boyfriend', too." Stiles furrowed his eyebrows together, confused. "What 'boyfriend'?"

"Dude!" Scott smacked his arm. Normally, I would have chuckled but considering the current circumstances I could only give Stiles an annoyed look.

"What? I confused."

"Derek. He was talking about Derek." Marcie sighed. "I have to help him…kill…or I die and Derek dies, too. I'm sure he'll go after Scott next." She chewed her lip nervously. I was furious. How could he? Kill Laura and then target her best friend? How did he know she was alive anyway? Marcie had a glazed over look in her eyes.

"Scott and Stiles – it's time for you to leave."

"But we have to help you!" Stiles insisted.

"Leave now." I snarled. Stiles made a face and Scott dragged him towards his jeep. I walked back towards Marcie. She looked at me with those eyes. I was drawn back in time, 6 years. 13-year-old Marcie looked up at me with those eyes, "Change me Derek, please". I would never let anything happen like that to her again. Especially not if it was by a so-called member of my family. "Derek? Derek?" Marcie was waving her hand in front of my face. I blinked a few times.

"What are we going to do?"

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