This one is shorter than the last one, but it's important and kind of funny. I just watched episode three of Teen Wolf last night and it inspired me to try harder to illustrate the true essence of Stiles. Hopefully this grabs him more. Thank you again to everyone reading, favoriting, following and reviewing! As always I only own Max. Hope you all enjoy!
"So you're sure you have no idea what kind of monster thing would eat just the skin off someone?" I ask looking at Peter who is tying his shoe, almost invisible among the brown leaf floor.
"I have no idea Stiles," he says again, more angrily this time.
"Let it go and pull up the whistle," Scott says clapping me on the back.
"This isn't going to work," Derek growls.
"That kind of negativity has no place in my workspace," I say over the smashing of computer keys. The screen flashes in front of me as I work furiously to pull up the dog whistle.
"It might work," Scott says uneasily.
"Oh come on," I say looking back at him. "Even you are doubting me?"
"It's a rough day in Stiles-land when even Scott thinks his plans are so-so," Isaac jokes as I return to the computer monitor.
"Just go make your ridiculous wolf powers useful and move the speakers!" I demand. The three of them march over to my jeep. "You too Peter." I say knowing he didn't move.
"Where do we put them?" Scott huffs as he lowers his speaker to the leaf covered forest floor.
"One facing north, one facing south, one east and one west. I'll trust you to figure out, which way is which," I command as the screen finally says the sound is ready to be played. I turn to watch the guys adjust the speakers. If someone was to come upon this scene I don't know what they would think of us. Five guys out in the woods at ten at night, with four giant speakers and a computer, not weird at all, right? I grab up the cords to the speakers once the guys seem satisfied with their directions. I quickly plug them into the computer.
"Ok," I say turning back to the four of them. Scott and Derek are still in top physical fighting condition, but Isaac is still recovering from his alpha run in and Peter still complains he needs more time to recover from being dead. Both Isaac and Peter have to get better fast because we need at least two werewolves per body to hold down Boyd and Cora. "Scott, you and Isaac work together to contain Boyd. Derek and Peter you hold down Cora. I have a pair of cuffs for each of them. Once they are pinned I will put on the cuffs."
"Cuffs aren't going to hold them," Derek says coldly.
"Wolfs bane laced ones will," I smile pulling out the cuffs. I let them dangle on one finger.
"How did you get those?" Scott asks slightly disgusted.
"My dad's cuffs, Peter's wolfs bane," I shrug. The werewolves all turn to Peter who shrugs too. "Ok, ok," I say shoving the cuffs back into my pocket. "I brought earplugs for each of you. Hopefully this will block the dog whistle at least a bit from your ears. Do we all know what we are doing?" I ask, but only Scott nods.
"Wait," Peter says stepping out of the line they had formed. "I'm not fighting. I'm in no condition to fight."
"Unless you have a substitute werewolf, you are sure as hell fighting," I tell him. He purses his lips like he wants to say something, but instead he silently backs into the werewolf line.
"It's not going to work," Derek says again crossing his arms.
"Alright, I'm feeling underappreciated right now!" I yell.
"Just hit the play button," Scott whines as the guys in front of me stick gummy orange bits into their ears.
"Fine," I huff as I push enter. I watch their faces to see if the system is playing. I know from messing with it at home that I can't hear the whistle. All of them freeze up, then their pupils dilate, before each of them transform. Isaac jumps up and down excitedly, Scott runs in figure eights through the trees, Derek starts to do foot fire while Peter gets on his back and starts to roll. It wasn't what I was expecting to happen, but at least it means sound is playing and it's inaudible to humans. I don't know what it will do to their fighting abilities though. From behind me I hear a crashing of heavy footsteps. Suddenly my mind starts to race, Boyd and Cora aren't the only werewolves out here, and this is a dog whistle.
A pack of dogs and half humans comes barreling towards us out of the trees. Great Danes, schnauzers, corgis, pugs, Neapolitan mastiffs, boxers, and alpha werewolves all suddenly appear.
"Oh my God!" I scream jumping onto the hood of the jeep narrowly avoiding the canine wave. Dogs and werewolves alike slam into the sides of my jeep as they scramble to get close to the source of the sound. All of them have their tongues lapping and their tails wagging. The alphas, like the dogs run wildly toward Scott, Isaac, Derek and Peter, but they don't fight. They all group together with the dogs happily yelping and howling up at the starry sky. It was a sight to behold. The forest floor was now thick with fur and claws, not leaves and fallen trees. And dogs keep coming!
"Hey!" I yell toward Scott and the others. They continue to yelp and claw and play like puppies. "Snap out of it you fools!" Finally I see Boyd, quickly followed by Cora. "Look! Look!" I shout, but it's like I'm not even here. "Come on you guys there they are!" Boyd and Cora quickly fall in line with the other dog creatures yelping at the moon. "What do I do!" I yell at the sky. "I never thought I'd fear for my life because of some puppies!" My mind races, puppies won't hurt me. Maybe baby werewolves won't either. I put a hand out rubbing one of the collies on the head. It isn't even aware of me touching it. It goes on yelping. I watch everyone for a minute, even with their glowing eyes, fuzzy faces and bared teeth, I no longer feel like these wolves could hurt me. Finally I feel as though no danger will come to me and I force myself off the hood of the jeep. I push through the dogs to reach Boyd and Cora. "Sorry, 'scuze me," I say as I easily cuff them and pull them toward my jeep. They don't wail at the pain of the cuffs, but I can see it's already making them bleed. I get them into the back of the jeep slamming the door closed after them. I can't help, but smile. So much for a dead weight. Next I head over to Scott and Isaac passing the twin werewolf. It's three times bigger than any of my werewolves.
"You may be bigger," I say patting the tongue wagging giant humanoid dog on the head. "But I've got more," I snicker. Then think about how that may sound out of context. I grab Scott and Isaac by the collars of their shirts pulling them toward the car. I lock them in too and go back for Derek and Peter. Once I have all my werewolves packed away I think about what options I have. I have to turn off the speakers somehow, but I do not want to be on computer island surrounded by fuzzy waves when all the alphas and dogs break from their hypnosis.
"Oh Lordy," I sigh. "Dad is going to be pissed." I hop into the driver's seat and look backward over the jumping pups. I put the jeep into reverse and floor it. My back wheels miss a few fleeing dogs before smashing the computer. I switch back to drive and peel out of the forest, as the yelp of the pups in the back seat become confused moans and horrific wails.
"Wha-" I hear Peter moan as forest leaves become black top.
"Where are we?" Scott seems to have trouble putting the words together to form a sentence. He looks over at me as he tries to push confused Isaac off of him.
"Well it worked Derek!" I yell triumphantly turning my head backward to see the dark-haired man rubbing and then re-rubbing his eyes.
"Won't matter if you kill us!" he says jolting awake. I turn back to the road just in time to avoid an on coming truck. Cora screams in the very back of the jeep. It's pained and angry.
"You got them?" Isaac asks greedily shifting in his shared passenger's seat to try to view the thick boy and thin girl crumpled in my trunk space.
"It pays to be human sometimes," I shrug.
"But where is your computer?" Isaac asks, again looking into the back of the jeep.
"And my speakers?" Peter growls.
"All of it is back there in the woods…" I wince.
"You just left them!" Peter yells burying his face in his hands.
"I couldn't lift them! At least your speakers are still in one piece! I had to smash my computer!" I yell over Boyd and Cora still whimpering in pain.
"How did you get these two in here all by yourself?" Scott asks his face matching his tone of shock and confusion.
"And why do I feel like I've been given a glass of roofies and have yet had time to sleep them off?" Peter groans.
"And why smash your computer?" Isaac asks.
"Your dad is going to kill-" I cut Scott off.
"I know!" I yell again. "The drugged feeling must be the effects of the weird hypnosis you guys were under," I say frustrated. "You should have seen it! I should have filmed it! You guys, every werewolf and every dog in Beacon Hills collected around those speakers and started acting like puppies! You were yelping and howling and rolling and chasing-"
"Every werewolf?" Derek cuts me off.
"Yeah. Even the alphas!"
"And you could interact with us without getting killed?" Peter asks.
"Uhh yeah, you were in a completely drugged state of-" Derek cuts me off again.
"You could have killed the alphas…"
"What? Well uhh… Yeah I guess so…" I say thinking back on the experience.
"You could have killed the alphas!" Derek screeches over Boyd and Cora's moans as his claws dig into my seat inches from my head and neck. I swerve the car out of sheer shock and terror.
"What is wrong with you!" I scream. "Killing isn't exactly the first thing on my mind unlike you crazy son of a-" he's claws inch closer and I swerve again causing someone to lay into their horn behind us.
"Derek stop!" Scott yells trying to pull the alpha's claws from the driver's seat. "You could have killed us!" Scott yells as I pull the jeep under control again.
"No," Derek says pulling his claws back into his body. "All of us would have walked away and been healed in a few hours. Stiles would have been the only one who died." Just then someone or something in all white dashes across the road and again my car swerves at the last second. This time I lose control and we fishtail across the road. I manage press the brakes at the very last second.
"What the hell was that?" Isaac yells as we all strain to see what the hell had run past our window.