Frequency
AN: Hi all here's the next chapter, it's another longer one. This chapter has a few callbacks to the early chapters of the prequel which are fun Easter eggs to anyone who's reading both. Other than that. I hope you all enjoy this chapter, I'm looking to update the prequel again by this weekend with everything leading up to the final two arcs, so be on the look out for that. As always, let me know how you feel about this chapter.
"Of course, I went in after you. I thought I was going to lose you," Charlie said defensively as they walked into their bedroom.
"You're still an idiot," she replied.
"Me!" Charlie exclaimed turning to face the banshee. "You're the one who—" Fiona kissed the werewolf, silencing him.
"You were saying?"
"I missed you," he said pulling her into the bed with him.
The door creaked as Steve pushed it open. August was sitting on his bed. "You okay?" August asked briefly looking up from his laptop.
"I thought I was going to lose everyone tonight," Steve replied.
"Me too," August sighed. "You should go and get some rest."
"I don't want to be alone," Steve whispered, sitting on the bed and closing August's laptop.
"I was working," August groaned before turning to the alpha. Steve met the hunter's eyes and raised his eyebrows. August's eyes widened before he dove for the alpha. Steve caught the laptop and set it on the ground as August's body pinned him to the bed, their lips locked.
Leonard rolled in bed trying to block out the noises coming from the other room. He sighed as he folded his pillow around his head. "Thinking about Kaia?" Jay asked stepping into the room.
Leonard released the pillow and turned towards the werecheetah. "We almost died to save Lydia, but we can't even save ourselves," Leonard muttered.
"I don't think we're that hopeless," Jay commented. "Steve has hope."
"I do too," Leonard admitted. "But I still miss her. I feel useless here."
"I think I have something that will make you feel a little more useful."
Leonard sat up as Zach stepped into the room. The werelion looked towards Jay, confused. "I'm not healing," Zach told him, letting his limp wings fall out of his back.
"I tried to heal him earlier, but it didn't work," Jay added.
"Grab my bag from the closet," Leonard told Jay as he waved the chimera over. "It's likely because you're a male harpy," he whispered as he examined the chimera's wings. "I'm honestly not even sure how the Doctors got that to work."
"I received a liver transplant from my mom when I was younger," Zach told him. "It's the only relevant thing I can think of."
"I might have an idea," Leonard said as Jay set the bag on the bed. "But let's set your wings first. Jay, take his pain. This will probably hurt."
Leonard guided his hand along one of the wings until he found the break. He lifted the wing back into place causing Zach to grunt in pain before tendrils started to crawl up Jay's arm. Leonard pulled a bandage from his bag and began wrapping the wing to the chimera's body before repeating the process for the other wing. "So, now what, in six to eight weeks I can finally leave your room?" the chimera asked.
"He's right, he won't be able to fit through the door with his wings strapped to his body like this," Jay added.
"He'll be able to leave tonight," Leonard stated as he rummaged through his bag. "It was just the first step." Leonard pulled out a syringe and a small jar.
"What's that?" Zach asked as Leonard moved to stand in front of him.
"Phytomenadione," Leonard stated as he started to clean a patch on Zach's abdomen.
"Fight oh man oh die young?" Jay asked trying to repeat the werelion. Zach watched Leonard work, equally confused by what he was doing.
"Vitamin K," Leonard explained, filling the syringe with the contents of the jar. "It'll help your liver. And, if I'm right, it should also enhance the abilities the Doctors tried to give you."
Zach gasped as the needle poked into him. After a minute, he felt his wings strain against the bandages. Zach went to remove them, but they fell to the ground at his touch. He looked down and noticed his fingernails were now long, pointed, and slightly curved. "I didn't even know I had claws," the chimera muttered.
"They're called talons," Leonard corrected him, smiling. "You might notice other changes too. Hopefully, you don't start going after those who commit matricide."
Zach looked up, slightly confused, but happy nonetheless. "Yeah me too," he laughed flexing his wings. "Thanks."
"Mine still isn't as focused," Lydia sighed after she shattered a row of bottles Charlie had set up on a fallen trunk in the preserve.
"It's only been a few days," Fiona told her.
"How many days did it take for you?"
"Maybe it's different for each banshee," Charlie mentioned, interrupting the two banshees' conversation, as he reset another set of bottles.
"Mine is like a bullet, yours is like a shotgun, and Meredith's," Fiona started.
"Is an explosion," Lydia finished before setting up to try again.
"Maybe we should try a moving target," Fiona suggested nodding towards Charlie. The beta grabbed a bottle and tossed it into the air. Lydia screamed as the bottle reached its peak, but the bottle fell to the ground unscathed. "Wait until it's lower," Fiona stated, staring at the unbroken bottle. Lydia nodded as Charlie tossed another bottle into the air. Lydia screamed as the bottle headed towards the ground, causing it to shatter.
"Great, I can hit things nearby," Lydia panted.
"I have an idea," Charlie said, plucking a shard from his arm. "Something Fiona wouldn't be able to do," he added grabbing four bottles before tossing them into the air. Lydia screamed as the bottles fell and all four exploded from the force.
"Good, let's take a break," Fiona said as she walked towards Charlie. "You underestimate me," she whispered to the beta.
"I would never," he chuckled in response.
"Zach's still enjoying his new flying abilities," Jay stated as he sat next to Leonard.
"I'd imagine he's faster than you now," the werelion replied glancing up from the laptop.
"Not a chance," Jay scoffed. "Find anything about The Beast?"
Leonard shook his head "Has Zach found The Beast or Doctors yet?"
"No, he's still looking."
"What about August and Steve?" Leonard asked just before the door opened. "Never mind," he added as Steve and August stepped inside.
"Find anything?" Steve asked them as August headed up to bed.
"Nope," Leonard sighed.
"Yeah, we haven't either," the alpha groaned as he sat next to the werecats. His phone vibrated as he was powering on a second laptop. "It's Stiles. Parrish is headed for the school. The Beast will probably be there too," he read as he headed towards the door. August ran back down the stairs to join the alpha. "You ready?"
"You know I stopped disarming since we've been going out every night," August told him as the two headed out the door.
"I got an update on Kaia," August said as they drove to the school, "The energy inside her is growing. We don't have much time left."
"We need to figure out The Beast first."
"Because Scott won't leave, or because you're making it your responsibility too?"
"Because everyone will be too weak to stop The Beast if we help Kaia first," Steve said pulling up behind Stiles's Jeep.
The two exited the car and joined Scott and Stiles while Liam worked his way out of the back of the Jeep. The beta cringed as the Jeep's door slammed shut behind him. The other four turned and stared at him. "Sorry," he muttered before the group headed towards the school. They saw Chris walking towards them.
"Where's Parrish?" Scott asked as they reached Chris.
"I lost him. He's moving too fast."
Steve started to sniff the air to see if he could find Parrish's scent, but wasn't able to sense the deputy. "Scott, that guy's not moving at all," Liam said looking down the sidewalk.
They approached the body. August knelt to examine the wounds as they reached him. "It wasn't Parrish," he whispered.
They continued along the sidewalk after finding another body. "Look," Liam said nodding towards the school bus.
Steve looked up and saw that the bus was filled with mutilated corpses. One of them lifted his head, he was still alive. "Help me," the boy grunted.
The group stepped towards the bus but stopped as Parrish appeared from behind the school's wall. "It's a trap," he said, but not in Parrish's normal voice, in a deeper, distorted voice. The voice of the hellhound. Parrish stopped in between the group and the bus, staring at the boy.
"Please," the boy begged, reaching for them.
Scott moved forward. "You can't help him," the hellhound told him. The true alpha hesitated for a moment before the boy was ripped in half. The Beast's shadowy form filled the school bus. Chris raised his gun as August knocked an arrow. The werewolves crouched, preparing to fight.
"That's big. No one said it was that big," Stiles said.
"I did," Liam whispered back. The Beast roared at them. The hellhound roared back as he ignited and ran after towards it. The Beast ran towards the front of the school bus before launching itself through the windshield and into the woods, the hellhound following close behind.
"What the Hell's happening?" Scott asked.
"It's getting smarter," Chris said.
"Does it remember who it is yet?" Steve asked, still staring into the woods.
"I don't think so," Chris answered.
"We have to stop it before it does," Steve said as he headed back towards his car.
"Where are you going?" Scott asked moving after him.
"Back home, we're trying to research everything we can about it. Anything that could tell us how to stop it."
"Zach is going to try and follow," August told them before following the alpha.
Zach soared above the school as he watched the Camaro pull away. He flew over the bus and headed towards the woods, following the signs of smoke. He continued on until the smoke dissipated before landing in a clearing.
He scanned the clearing for any sign of The Beast or Parrish, but the chimera was alone. "Lost em," Zach sighed to the others as he spread his wings to fly off. He stopped when he noticed a blood-smeared handprint on one of the trees. The chimera walked over to get a closer look and noticed another smear on a tree further away. He followed the trail until he exited the woods and found himself back at the bus. Lights filled the air as the police and EMTs arrive to respond to the bodies. He shook his head before flying off as the sheriff approached the bus.
Leonard struggled to stay awake as he moved towards his last class. His eyes were bloodshot from staring at a computer screen all night. "It's frequency," he heard Mason from across the courtyard. "Every time The Beast shows up. Liam and Hayden saw it at the cell transmission towers. The attack downtown happened right near the radio astronomy observatory. Deaton was attacked by the Beast at an army base which has a huge radar array."
"Still not getting it," Corey replied as he walked with the boy.
"The Beast always shows up near a transmission source. What if that's how the Dread Doctors are doing it? By broadcasting a high-frequency transmission?" Mason continued.
"It's like they're tuning a piano, but on a larger scale," Leonard added as he joined them, "They play the frequency and the Beast rises up from the person."
"Exactly," Mason said.
"So, we should be looking for some sort of transmission?" Corey asked.
"We don't have to look," Mason said pointing to a broadcasting van as a reporter interviewed Brett.
"While tonight's game is a charity event, we hear Devenford Prep and Beacon Hills have a long-standing rivalry," the reporter said.
"Devenford always plays to win, but especially when it's for charity," Brett stated.
"And especially when 100% of the proceeds go to the winning team, isn't that right?"
"Which is why we'll be 100% kicking Beacon Hills's ass."
"Tickets are still available for purchase. This is Kathleen Cassidy for KQNB," she added, signing off.
"The local news always covers the game," Mason explained, "There could be two, maybe three vans. All of them transmitting."
"How many people go to this game?" Leonard asked.
"A lot," Mason told him.
"Are you saying that thing's going to be out there tonight?" Corey asked.
"I'd bet on it," Leonard said, "it's the perfect opportunity."
"We have to let everybody else know," Mason said.
Leonard nodded in response. "You guys get that?"
"Yeah, we'll figure this out," Steve replied.
Steve met the others in the library as they discussed what Mason and Leonard told them. "Mason said it's not just to transmit a frequency. It's high powered. Like a really strong signal," Liam explained.
"And it's causing it to shift?" Lydia asked
"No, I don't think it's just that. Last night Argent said that it's getting smart. What if the Dread Doctors are trying to make the Beast grow faster," Scott told them.
"With frequencies?" Stiles asked.
"No, by shifting. The frequency is just the trigger. The important part is when it shifts into the werewolf," Scott said.
"Like Peter," Lydia said.
"Right. When Peter was an alpha, he got stronger every full moon. Eventually, the burns healed and he was back to normal," Scott said.
"So, the Dread Doctors don't' want to wait for the full moon," Liam stated.
"They want the Beast to be as strong as possible, as fast as possible," Scott finished.
"I think it's more than that," Charlie interrupted.
"If everything we've found is true, The Beast thrived on killing others," Steve explained.
"And every time The Beast shifts it goes on a rampage," Fiona added.
"Yeah, that's what murderous werewolves do," Stiles said.
"Exactly," Steve nodded, "If the Dread Doctors are trying to help the Beast remember who it is, the best way to do that would be to tap into its subconscious murdering instinct."
"The more people The Beast kills the more it will remember," Lydia finished, "So, if this is happening tonight, what are we going to do?"
"Uh, we've got one clue to go on," Stiles said pulling out a picture of a bloody shoeprint, "This came from the hospital. Whoever's lurking inside the Beast is wearing a size 10 of indeterminate make."
"Indeterminate?" Lydia asked.
"It means it's a partial print. It was all we were able to get considering all the fire, blood, and carnage," Stiles explained.
"How many size 10s are out there?" Scott asked.
"Only one with Parrish's blood on the sole," Stiles said.
"So, are we going to try to get the game canceled?" Liam asked.
"No, no. We're going to play, but we're just going to hope really hard that it doesn't turn into a blood-soaked massacre," Stiles replied sarcastically.
"Okay, but um, aren't we kind of missing out on a chance of catching this thing? We don't have the who, but we have the where and the when," Liam explained. Everyone paused for a moment to think.
"There're too many people," Scott said.
"And if The Beast remembers by killing it's too great of a risk," Steve added.
"And we still don't actually know if it's going to happen. It just might end up being a regular lacrosse game. It's possible, right?" Lydia stated.
"It's absolutely possible," Stiles said.
"But at this point, highly unlikely considering the Doctors' goal," Steve added.
"So, we're still getting the game canceled?" Liam asked.
"We're getting the game canceled," Scott told them before they all rose to leave.
"I need you to look into The Beast so Leonard can get some rest before tonight," Steve told Charlie as they all moved towards the door. The beta nodded before running off.
Fiona and Lydia stopped as they neared the door. "You feel it too?" Lydia asked.
Fiona nodded and the two headed back to the bookshelves. They found a book lying open on the ground. "Lydia," they heard Parrish grunt from the next row as they knelt down to examine the book.
The two ran over to him. He was nearly naked and had deep gashes all over his body that matched in the pattern of claw marks. "We need to get him out of the library," Fiona whispered, "Can you walk?"
Parrish nodded. And the two helped him to his feet. "We can't just walk out with him in this state," Lydia mumbled looking at his lack of clothes.
Fiona spotted a tablecloth on one of the display tables and quickly grabbed it. "It's better than nothing," she mentioned as they covered as much of Parrish as they could, "Where are we taking him?"
"Argent," Parrish told them as they moved out of the library. "He'll know what to do."
Stiles got back in the Jeep after talking with his dad. "Apparently, The Beast tearing through the crowd is not a credible enough threat to get the game canceled," he told Steve and Scott as he started the Jeep.
"So, now what do we do?" Scott asked.
"There's only one other person who can stop the game now," Stiles replied. Scott and Steve looked at him confused. "Coach, he can forfeit," he told them.
"Isn't he in rehab?" Scott asked.
"Yeah, we have to get him out. You coming?" Stiles asked Steve.
"I'll wait in the car. I wouldn't know him well enough to talk him out of rehab," Steve told him, "We need a plan for if we can't get the game canceled."
"We'll get it canceled," Scott told him.
"And if we don't?"
"We will," Scott told him again as they pulled up to the rehab center.
Steve pulled out his phone and started to look up the lacrosse coach. He sighed and waited for the two to return.
"Coach is going to do it.," Stiles cheered as he got back in the Jeep.
"Is he?" Steve asked.
"Yeah, he told us," Scott said.
"Did you know that he has never forfeited a game in his career?" Steve asked holding up his phone.
"No," Stiles stammered looking at Steve's phone.
"He will. He doesn't want to coach there anymore, he hates charity. He's going to forfeit," Scott said.
"Yeah, but what if he doesn't?" Stiles asked.
Scott sighed. "We'll figure something out."
"Or, we come up with a plan before then," Steve suggested.
Fiona and Lydia got Parrish to the argent's bunker. The door opened and Chris and Gerard stood in the opening. "We can get help from someone else," Fiona said trying to move Parrish away.
"They're the only ones who understand the hellhound in me," Parrish said.
"He's right," Gerard said, "But you don't have to stay if you don't want."
"I'm not leaving you alone with her," Fiona said looking towards Lydia.
"Bring him in. We'll help him," Chris said. Once they sat Parrish down, Chris began examining the wounds. "He's healing. Slowly."
"Can you tell us what you remember?" Gerard asked.
"Just bits and pieces. Moments when I caught up with it."
"What else do you remember?" Chris asked.
"I was losing," Parrish answered him, the two hunters looked at each other.
"You said you could help him," Lydia reminded them.
"We have an idea or two," Gerard stated.
"We've been wondering if resolving this internal conflict you're having, could help resolve the external one you're losing against the Beast," Chris explained.
"Deputy," Gerard said nodding for them to follow as he walked away. "It's time you and your alter ego all had a proper introduction."
"How are you going to do that?" Lydia asked.
"With this," Chris said opening a door to reveal a machine that resembled a coffin with hoses and wires coming out of it.
"What is that?" Fiona asked.
"It's a freezer," Chris explained, "It'll bring your body temperature down to a level that would kill a normal human being."
"Why down and not up?" Parrish asked.
"Something happens to someone like you when the body cools to extreme temperatures. Everything slows down. The heart, the mind. It lets you consciously access a part of you that's usually unconscious."
"The supernatural part," Gerard explained.
"But that's dangerous, isn't it?" Lydia asked.
"Well, it's far less dangerous than if the deputy can't evolve to face The Beast," Gerard told them
"Evolve?" Parrish asked.
"Well, The Beast's not just getting smarter. Imagine it this way, each night the teenage chimera—" Chris started.
"The success," Lydia interrupted.
Chris nodded. "This teenager goes out into the night and transforms. Whether it's a young man or a young woman, they become a werewolf. A very large, very powerful, werewolf that the people of Gevaudan called The Beast. Every night it transforms, it remembers a little more of who it used to be."
"It yearns for its identity. Its name. Not just the Beast of Gevaudan, but the man," Gerard stated.
"The Man of Gevaudan who wants to live too. He wants to exist. So, imagine that one night the teenage goes out and transforms again. But when The Beast transforms back, the Man of Gevaudan stands there instead," Chris continued.
"Fully realized, alive once again," Gerard finished.
"That's what Valack meant," Lydia said, "He said that when The Beast remembers, the teenager would be gone."
"Gone? Like no longer exists? How's that even possible?" Parish asked the group paused looking between each other. "Forget I even asked."
Chris moved forward and opened the door. Parrish stepped in and Chris began to seal and lock the door before turning a dial. The freezer filled with fog until it covered Parrish completely. After a few minutes, his hand pressed against the glass and Lydia stepped forward. Gerard grabbed her arm and held her back. "Hands off," Fiona threatened, gripping the old man's arm. Gerard released Lydia and a slight smirk crossed his lips.
Parrish's eyes began to glow as his face came into view again.
"We're just going to wait here?" Tracey asked as the remainder of the chimera pack sat in the operating theater.
"This mask will tell us who The Beast is," Theo told her. "No sense in doing anything until we figure it out."
"Then use it," Lucas stated.
"It's not that simple. The last time this mask was used, it killed an orderly," Theo explained.
"Then it's useless to us," Josh replied.
"Is it?" Deucalion commented from the ground. Theo glared over at the alpha. "Sorry, I'll just let continue to stare at it."
"What do you know?" Theo asked.
"It's not what I know, Theo. It's what you know," Deucalion mentioned, causing Theo sighed as he turned back the mask. "What do you know about the Dread Doctors that would allow them to use the mask when you can't?"
"They have the serum from the alpha," he replied.
"The Nazi," Lucas added.
"Is that all?" Deucalion asked.
"You obviously know what we need. Just tell us," Theo growled as he approached him, his claws out.
"Electromagnetism," Deucalion mentioned. Theo stopped in his path before turning back to the mask.
Steve and Scott's packs met in the Biology lab to go over the plan for the night's game.
"Mason, you know your part?" Scott asked.
"Corey and I break into the Devenford Bus and search their shoes," Mason nodded.
"I'm going through the locker rooms to see if I can find the shoes there," Steve added.
"I take out the TV vans. Along with Jay," Malia added.
"Really?" Jay asked.
"Yeah, don't sound too excited about it. You're fast," she told him.
"And witty," he added with a smile.
Stiles rolled his eyes. "Right, before the whistle, Coach forfeits the game," he stated once he had gotten over his annoyance.
"The rest of us are looking for a size 10 with a bloody sole," Liam added.
"Zach's patrolling the city on the very off chance that the Doctors aren't targeting this game. And when the coach doesn't forfeit the game," August started.
"He will," Scott assured him.
"When he doesn't," August repeated, ignoring Scott, "We will look at the shoes of the crowd while they are in the bleachers. And if The Beast shows up before we get the vans disabled or find the chimera we help evacuate the crowd and do our best to keep The Beast from killing anyone."
"How do we do that? I hate to bring up bad memories, but Scott's still healing from what Theo did to him," Malia said.
"No, he's not," Kira told her.
"She's right," Scott said. Everyone looked towards him as he lifted his shirt to reveal the wound had healed. "It happened the night we got Lydia out of Eichen House. I healed when we were all together again. When we were a pack," Scott said smiling.
"The Beast doesn't have a pack," Liam said.
"And we have two," Scott said looking around to everyone in the room. "We can do this, guys. No one dies tonight."
The whole room nodded in resolve before getting ready to head out. "This is for you," August said handing Scott a headset the size of a nickel. "We can communicate with each other through our minds, but we need to be able to communicate with you while you're on the field."
"What if it falls out? Or breaks?" Scott asked looking at it.
"I have military grade explosives, but you think I went and got a cheap headset?" August asked. He pressed the side and a padded wire uncoiled. "Wrap it around your ear so it won't fall out."
They headed out to the field and moved into their positions. "Can you hear me?" Scott asked on the bench.
"Loud and clear," August answered him near the entrance wearing a matching headset. "We'll start sweeping the stands once everyone's settled in."
People began pouring in as the two teams started to warm up. "There's gotta be like three thousand people here," Jay said Malia.
"More like four hundred," she corrected him.
"Remember to actually look at the soles of the shoes, don't try to smell for it. If we could smell it we would have found The Beast by now," Steve told Charlie and Leonard before he headed back into the school.
Stiles ran up to talk to Coach. "Hey, coach, now is the, uh, time to forfeit the game." Coach stared out at the field, ignoring the boy. "Now's the perfect time to forfeit the game. You gotta. Coach?"
"Stillinski, I've never forfeited a game and I never will. Get on the field," the coach said right before he blew the whistle. The crowd started to cheer as the players from both teams ran onto the field.
"Okay, it's fine. Malia and Jay are still going to take out the wiring on the TV vans," Scott said.
"And we have an hour and a half to try to find someone with blood on their shoes," Liam added.
"One person out of four hundred," Scott sighed.
"We'll find them, Scott," August said as he motioned for Charlie and Leonard to start searching, they spotted Brett's sister, Lori, searching the stands as well.
"Let's move," Malia told Jay once the game started. The two ran over and climbed up onto the vans. Malia took the first truck while Jay got on top of the second. She ripped the wires out causing a spark. Jay looked at the cables before looking over at Malia. "What?" she mouthed.
"I don't know which wires to pull," he whispered.
She rolled her eyes tapping the antenna and telling him to follow it down before climbing down her van. Jay looked at the cables and spiraling down from the antenna and pulled out a handful as Malia was climbing up next to him. "Figured it out. I got the next one," he said before jumping the distance between the two vans. His foot was grabbed while he was in the air and he was slammed into the ground. "Ow," Jay whimpered as a foot was pushed down against his head.
"You call for help, I'll squash your head," the Desert Wolf warned Jay.
Malia jumped off the van and landed in front of her mother. "Bitch," she said.
"I prefer Mom," the Desert Wolf told her.
They had already swept their way through the back row of bleachers without finding anything.
"You think Kira's playing a tad aggressive?" August heard Stiles ask over the headset. He peered out to the field and saw a line of bodies as Kira spun her lacrosse stick like a weapon. His eyes narrowed and he stepped away from the bleachers.
"You need to get her off the field before the fox decides to kill someone with that stick," August told Scott.
"I know," the true alpha sighed.
"Is he okay?" Lydia asked the Argents.
"Talk to him," Chris told her, "this part is for you, Lydia. You're the one who can reach him."
Lydia looked over at Fiona, "You have a connection to both the hellhound and Parrish. It can't be me," she told her.
Lydia nodded and stepped towards the freezer. "Jordan?" she asked.
"No," Parrish said in the hellhound's voice.
"Okay, who am I talking to?"
"Cerberus. Garmr. Black Shuck. I've had many names."
"How about Jordan Parrish?" Gerard asked from behind the two banshees.
"You have no connection to him," Fiona reminded Gerard without turning around.
Lydia returned to the hellhound. "Do you know who I am?"
"The Banshee."
"What about Jordan Parrish? Why is it you and not him? What happened to Parrish?"
"Jordan Parrish died. There is no Jordan Parrish," the hellhound stated flatly causing Lydia to back away from the freezer.
Kira plowed through two more players before the whistle was blown. "Kira, maybe you should try to ease up on the other players," Scott said.
"I'm trying to win," she replied.
"But you didn't even have the ball."
Kira looked back at the players she had taken out. "Stay out of my way," Kira said in the fox's voice before walking away.
"She's playing a different game, Scott," August warned him.
"Go with the backup?" Liam asked running over to Scott.
"Go with the backup plan."
The ball was dropped and Brett picked up the ball and headed towards Kira knocking her to the ground. Kira rose and knocked Brett's helmet his head with the stick. The referee ran over and threw her out of the game.
Kira stormed off as Scott tried to follow her. August headed off the field after her, but Lori stopped him. "I've got it," she said, "you need to keep looking and stay in touch with Scott." August nodded and Lori ran after the kitsune.
Steve had gone through the whole locker room, but couldn't find the shoes. He returned the keys to Coach's desk and was about to head out until he heard the school doors slam open and someone walking down the hall. He hid against the wall next to the door and waited for them to pass.
"Are you okay?" he heard one of the people ask in Japanese.
"Are you trying to speak Japanese to me?" he heard Kira respond in the same language. "With that accent?"
Steve poked his head into the window and saw Kira hit Lori.
"Why are Kira and Lori fighting in the school?" Steve thought to August.
"It's the fox, Lori can handle it. Find the shoes."
"Already looked through everyone's bags, shoes aren't here. I have a score to settle with the fox anyway," Steve said as heard Lori get kicked into the woman's locker room. He grabbed a lacrosse stick and headed in after them.
"To be honest, I'm totally up for killing you right now, but I've got other priorities," Malia said.
"I can see that. Got something against the local news?" the Desert Wolf asked, "Something in a broadcast you didn't like?"
"Radio waves are killing the grass. I can see it from here," Jay said still pinned down.
"Shut up," the Desert Wolf growled, applying more pressure to his head.
"I know you're not going to try to kill me until there's a full moon. Get out of my way. People are going to die."
"People die every day, sweetheart," she said as she twisted her foot, causing Jay to whine in pain.
"Stop calling me that. You don't get to call me sweetheart," Malia said knocking the foot off Jay. The Desert Wolf slammed her foot back down onto his back a second later, knocking the air out of the werecheetah's lungs
"All right, what if there's a compromise? What if you come with me, we can try to solve our little predicament, and maybe I start calling you daughter."
"I'm going to kill you."
"You're definitely my daughter," the Desert Wolf chuckled.
August looked up as Liam fell to the ground with an audible crack. Scott ran over and helped him back to his feet. "We're getting crushed," Liam told Scott.
"It's okay. All we need to do is give the others enough time. Like I said. No one's getting hurt."
"Except us," Liam replied.
Scott paused for a moment, "Kira," he said as he started to run off the field.
"Scott, what's happening?" August asked, running to meet him.
"Nothing I've got it," he said, tossing his helmet towards the bench.
"Scott, you have the earpiece," August told him as he ran past. Scott pulled the earpiece out and tossed it back to August. "Not the point," the hunter muttered as he watched Scott head into the school.
"Fox," Steve said in Japanese walking in the door. Kira turned to face him. "I've got this," he told Lori in English.
"You speak Japanese?" Kira asked, ripping the net off her stick.
"And I know how to fight," Steve said back in Japanese and did the same.
"Yet you hold your weapon like that?"
"In the European way? Yes, it doesn't have the curvature of a katana," Steve responded before shifting his grip, "But if you insist."
Kira charged and swung the stick at his face he blocked the attack and moved to strike her side. She blocked the blow before bringing her stick down towards his head. He ducked before knocking her away as he rose. "Fool me once," Steve told her as she returned to her feet.
She screamed as she ran at him, he sided stepped her attack and brought the stick against her back. Kira's eyes turned orange as she spun around. Steve blocked the blow as she stepped into Steve, tripping him and causing him to drop his stick. "A fox fights with no honor, I see." Steve mocked as she prepared to impale him with the stick.
Lori moved to attack Kira with a lacrosse stick of her own, but Kira turned and blocked the attack. She pinned Lori against the locker, with them both holding the sticks with two hands. Lori pushed her back, and Kira brought her stick down, splitting Lori's in two as the werewolf tried to defend herself. Kira charged Lori, but became stuck in the locker as Lori spun out of the way. Kira freed herself before going at Lori again, Lori trapped Kira's stick between her two halves before bringing one of the half sticks against Kira's face.
Steve rose and he and Kira snapped their sticks at the same time. Lori attacked but was knocked to the floor after trying to land a kick against Kira. Steve stepped in between them and he and the fox exchanged blows. He dropped his halves and wrenched Kira's from her hand when she went to attack him. He smiled up at her as he went to punch her. She grabbed his hand and tossed him out of the locker room and into the wall. Lori and Kira came out into the hallway a few seconds later, grappling each other before Kira was able to toss Lori to the ground next to Steve.
Scott arrived and grabbed Kira's shoulder, spinning her towards him, "Stop, what are you doing?" he asked before Kira lifted him and threw him next to her other two opponents.
"Friend of yours?" Lori asked him.
"Girlfriend," he answered. The three of them scrambled to their feet as Kira approached them. "Kira," Scott said holding out his arm. "Stop." Kira continued to approach them. "Kira," he shouted as she moved to attack him. Scott grabbed both of her arms and lead her into the science lab. The fox aura projected around her in as he struggled to keep her still. "Kira," Scott roared as his eyes turned red, causing the fox to return into Kira.
The room fell silent as Kira looked between the three of them. "Oh my god," she whispered, "What did I do?"
Scott looked back at the other two. "Kicked our asses," Steve replied.
The game continued. They had cleared about half of the bleachers but still hadn't found the bloody shoes. August ran up to the sidelines and flagged Stiles down. "We need more time," August told him.
"You've got about five minutes," Stiles said looking at the scoreboard.
"Yeah, I can read a clock. We need more than that."
"Okay? How can I help with that?"
"Overtime," August told him.
"Sure, you can read, but can you do math? We're down four goals and getting killed out here."
"You've got about five minutes," August said clapping Stiles on the shoulder before he continued searching the crowd's feet.
"You really think you're going to make a difference, don't you?" the Desert Wolf asked Malia. "Who are you trying to save out here? A bunch of random people? You're little high school friends?"
August watched as Liam scored a goal. He saw Stiles walking off the field towards the crowd. "What're you doing?" the hunter asked him.
"Liam can tie us up. But, in case he can't, I can help look."
"Okay, we haven't looked over there yet," August directed him towards the end past Leonard.
Stiles ran over and tried to look under a girl's feet. He gently tried to lift her foot a few times before just grabbing it and pulling it towards him. She lifted her foot and Stiles bashed his forehead against the metal bleachers above him. "Ow," he said stumbling away.
Leonard ran over to him. "Yeah, that's not how you do it," Leonard whispered. "You're probably going to need some ice," he added once he saw the bump forming. Stiles fell to the ground. "A lot of ice," he added as he knelt beside him trying to wake him back up.
"What are you talking about?" Lydia asked. "How is Parrish dead?"
"He's a body. A means to an end. I am beyond life and death. I am infinite. I have no use for your deputy."
"But we do. We need him."
"Your deputy won't kill The Beast."
"Neither will you. I'm a harbinger of death too. I know people are going to die. And if you do not let Parrish in, he will die too." Lydia paused, "You'll die. You have a chance with Parrish. You need him."
"Lydia, tell him to remember," Christ told her.
"What?"
"Tell him to remember the moment Parrish died," Gerard elaborated.
"When did he die?"
"When I was born," Parrish stated. After a moment, he began roaring in the freezer and it started to shake as he kicked against it. Lydia stepped back towards the others. The freezer door eventually popped open and Parrish fell out.
Lydia ran forward and grabbed him. "Are you alright?" she asked.
"I know who I am. I know what I have to do," he answered her, "I have to leave."
"What?" Fiona gasped.
"I think it's time for you all to hear the story of The Beast," Gerard stated.
Liam was able to tie the game just before the final whistle.
"You want to do this now, fine," Malia said bringing out her claws.
"It's him, isn't it? That's the one."
Jay looked up and saw Stiles holding an ice pack to his head and being pulled up by Leonard. "Leonard, Desert Wolf is here, Stiles is in danger." He felt the weight be removed from his back as he groaned. Malia went to run away but Jay moved in front of her to stop her.
"Move," she growled.
"We need to take out the vans and be prepared if she tries to stop us again. My pack knows, he'll be safe."
"Fine," she spat before getting on top of the other van and pulling out the wires.
"We're back up," they heard a man call out from the top of the first van.
"Perfect, this thing's a nail-biter. Let's roll tape," the reporter replied.
Jay moved to behind the van as he waited for the man to get down. He heard the reporter click on her mic, and then was brought to his knees by the high-pitched shriek echoed through the air. Sparks flew out from the antenna as the feedback continued.
August looked up as he heard the feedback. He ran over to Charlie. "We get everyone to the school and keep The Beast out on the field where we can fight him," he ordered before heading towards the gate. "Leonard, you're with Stiles. Keep him from the Desert Wolf."
Leonard looked back and nodded. He heard The Beast roar and saw Liam take off towards the noise.
"Liam," Stiles called out noticing the beta running off too. The two ran after him.
"Everyone into the school, now!" August yelled. Charlie was running through the bleachers shouting about an animal attack causing the spectators to scatter.
"Liam, wait," Stiles called out before the beta leapt into the air to intercept The Beast as it jumped over the busses. The Beast slapped Liam to the ground after clawing through his chest. The Beast bounded towards the stands. Charlie stood in its path prepared to fight but the Beast knocked him aside as the crowd screamed and ran off. Charlie landed in the field with claw marks across his chest and unconscious. Hayden joined Stiles and Leonard on the field and the werelion heard Zach flying in and landing behind them. "Get Liam, we'll get Charlie. We'll head into the school," Leonard told them.
August took out his pistol and shot the Beast, but it didn't slow as it barreled past him into the school. He looked back, wide-eyed, before heading in after it.
Steve and Scott heard screaming coming from the halls. Lori went out to investigate before Scott pulled her back in and shut the door. They listened as more people ran past screaming before a shadowy figure ran in front of the door.
"Wh-What was that?" Kira asked.
Scott opened the door to reveal large claw marks along the lockers. "The Beast," Steve answered walking up to Scott. They nodded at each other. "Stay here," they told the other two before running out of the classroom.