A/N: Hey there! Here's the next installment of confessions! Hope you like it!

Disclaimer: If I owned teen wolf, everybody would be happy and alive, with lots of pack cuddles.

Confession: Ignoring the problem doesn't actually make it go away.

Just my luck, thought Scar, I hang out with my bestie in the woods; get turned into a monster. I find a cute guy who likes me; his mom is out to kill me. She stumbled into the locker room, a pained expression on her face. Stiles looked at her friend, confused at Scar's terrified face.

"Did you talk to Al?" she guessed. Scar only nodded her head.

"Did he give you a second chance?" Stiles asked, ready to console her friend. Again, the werewolf nodded.

"Well, that's great!" cried Stiles, still partially confused at the morose expression on Scar's face.

"Except, Al's mom is the huntress from Friday. The one who shot me, with an arrow," Scar elaborated, her voice growing smaller. Stiles grimaced; this was sure to get ugly.

"Oh my god, I'm going to die!" Cried Scar suddenly, sinking down against the lockers. Stiles rolled her light amber eyes, and hauled her friend back up, pushing lacrosse gear into her hands.

"Take these, and focus on lacrosse. Forget everything else, yeah? Alright, let's do it!" Stiles said, hoping that would be pep talk enough. Scar nodded and numbly followed her best friend out to the pitch. Coach divided out the players, putting some of the first liners on defense, and some of offense. Scar shuffled silently to where the rest of the offensive players were. Jackie stared long and hard at the players on offense, sizing them up. She was good at lacrosse and excelled in every position, except maybe defensive, but she wasn't about to let that loser McCall and the rest of the dorks on the offensive line trip her up. Coach called Scar's name and she crouched, ready to go. She and Jackie stared each other down, and Scar gulped, unsure of whether she could take the beautiful but vicious blonde. The whistle sounded and Scar was off. Unfortunately, her mind was still on Al, so Jackie easily overpowered the wolf teen and slammed her to the ground. Scar quickly pulled herself up, her wolf growling at her to show Jackie who was boss. The girl doubled over, trying to repress her animal side when coach strode over to her.

"What the hell was that, McCall?"

"I, I don't know," grunted out Scar, grinding her teeth shut to prevent any accidental fang issues.

"That was terrible! My grandmother could move faster than that! And she's dead. Do you think you could move faster than the still, rotting, lifeless corpse of my dead grandmother?" Coach taunted, hoping for a fiery response, or a surge of angry energy.

"Yes," growled out the furious teen, embarrassed at coach's blunt words.

"What was that?" Coach asked, pleased to see the anger in the girls trembling form.

"Yes, coach," she said, straightening herself. Her eyes glinted an animalistic gold and her wolf howled with approval. Jackie stared Scar down once more, a challenge in her blue eyes. Scar tensed, and sprang up quickly, not bothering to wait for the whistle. Jackie scrambled to assemble herself, and the blonde captain charged back. The wolf in Scar took over and she got lower, ready to take down her enemy. Scar slammed all of her body weight roughly into Jackie, sending her sprawling on the ground. The girl cried in pain and clutched her shoulder, and the wolf in Scar gave a low, satisfactory growl. The beast pressed against Scar's mind again, urging her to let the wolf take control, and Scar double over in pain from the impending transformation. A small crowd had gathered around Jackie, and was quickly attracting new members, but Stiles leapt from her seat on the bench and ran towards Scar.

"Whoa, hey are you okay?" Stiles asked half supporting her friend.

"No!" Scar groaned out, gasping as her bones began to shift.

"Holy—are you shifting? Right now?" Stiles asked, quickly understanding what was happening. Scar only response was a pained grunt. Stiles moved quickly, and dragged the changing girl to the locker room, where hopefully she could stop the change. They burst through the door and Stiles dropped Scar, pausing, eyes closed, to catch her breath. Unfortunately, the decision to breath had been a terrible one, because when she looked up, Scar was gone.

The wolf took control of the situation fast, instincts pushing her. She dropped to a hidden crouch and agilely climbed atop the locker. Her prey was sight, and it made an encouraging whimpering sound. It whipped around and seized something off the wall and held the thing protectively in front of it. The wolf crouched again, and then pounced, a deadly blur of maroon and white. However, before she could attack, white fog engulfed her and she batted wildly at it. The moment of confusion was enough and Scar quickly regained control. She paused, coughing out fire extinguisher fog, and stared at Stiles, who still had the empty red can clutched tightly in her hands.

"What, what happened?" Scar asked weakly.

"Well, you just tried to kill me," Replied Stiles, hoping to come off nonchalant, but instead sounding mildly terrified.

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Needless to say, practice had adjourned early that day on account of Jackie, who was taken to the hospital by a furious Lyle. Scar and Stiles had hightailed it home soon after that. Scar took a shower, hung out with her father before his shift at the hospital, and then finished her homework. Her computer blipped, signaling a video chat request. Seeing Stiles' username pop up, she hit accept. Stiles swiveled around in her chair and pointed hair brush at Scar, and pretended to shoot her.

"Hey Stiles," Scar greeted, a wry smile on her lips.

"Sup, S?" Stiles said back, giving her a head nod.

"Did you hear any more about Jackie? Like is she okay?"

"Yeah well, she dislocated her shoulder, and it looks like she's not going to be up for the game on Saturday"

"God! I did that?"

"Um no. She did that herself by being a mega-bitch," Stiles said rolling her eyes. Suddenly, the expression on her face dropped and a scared look glanced across her features. She peered closer at the screen before the connection went bad, freezing the live stream. Scar scowled and jiggled the mouse. The video resumed brokenly before stopping again. A little speech bubble popped up containing the words "It looks like". The curser buffered and Scar scrutinized the message. It looked like what? Another speech bubble popped up under the first one, reading "there's someone behind you". Scar's eyes went wide and she enlarged the smaller screen containing her. There, in the corner of the room, appeared to be Darian Hale. A gasp had barely left her mouth before Scar was grabbed and roughly shoved face first against the wall.

"I saw you! On the lacrosse field!" Darian snarled.

"I didn't, they didn't see anything!" Scar whimpered back, fear taking over her body.

"Yes you did! What do think's going to happen on Saturday, huh? During the game?" Darian asked her voice low and fierce.

"Nothing!" Gasped out Scar.

"Exactly. Because you won't be playing that game. And if you do, I'll kill you myself," Darian threatened, squishing Scar against the wall once more before releasing her and disappearing through the open window. Scar quickly closed the window and slumped down against the wall, catching her breath and trying not to cry.

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The next day at school, Scar decided she was really better off taking Darian's advice. She talked it over with Stiles, who insisted that she had been saying this since the beginning, and they both agreed that Scar would tell Coach today that she wouldn't be playing on Saturday.

Irrationally terrified, Scar made her way into Coach's office during free period.

"Hey, coach," she started off, unsure of how to do this.

"Whatcha need McCall?" Coach asked, barely glancing up from grading papers.

"I, uh, wanted to tell you that I can't play the game on Saturday,"

"You mean you can't wait to play the game on Saturday"

"No, I really can't play on Saturday,"

"You have to play! Look McCall, being on first line means you have a certain responsibility to the team, and if you can't handle it, then there is zero point of being on first line!"

"Coach, I really can't play!"

"Why the hell not?"

"I'm having some issues… dealing with, aggression,"

"Here's some good news. That's why you play lacrosse!"

"No, coach, look—""Is it a boy issue?"

"What? No!"

"Is it a girl issue? Cuz you know, our goalie Dani is a lesbian,"

"No coach, I like boys! That's beside the point—""Is it drugs then?"

"No—""My sister was addicted to drugs. She did meth, and you should've seen what happened to her teeth!"

"Oh my god, what did she do?"

"She got veneers! Is that it, McCall? Are you afraid of getting hurt?"

"No—""Good. Case closed, you're playing on Saturday!" With that, coach left the office, leaving a confused and irritated Scar in her wake.

The girl left the office after muttering some choice words under her breath, and was so absorbed in verbally abusing the coach, that she completely didn't notice Al when she collided with him.

"Hey Scar! You know, there are better ways of getting my attention," He smirked at her quickly reddening face.

"Uhh, sorry about that," Scar offered weakly before noticing the jacket in his arms. It was the very same jacket she had seen in the woods, the night of her first transformation. "Where did you get that jacket?"

"Oh, this? I guess I left it at Lyle's party, and he must've put it in my locker, because he has my combo," Al answered, confused at her sudden interest in his clothes.

"Did he say he found it? Or did someone give it to him?" Scar asked, her mind turning to Darian.

"Like who?"

"Like Darian Hale,"

"Your friend?"

"She's not my friend,"

"Okay… Well, I have to, uh, get to class, so…" Al gave her another weird look and took off in the direction of the French classroom. Scar growled lowly, anger taking her over. She turned abruptly and slammed her fists into the nearest locker. With that, she stalked away, fierce anger at Darian still burning in her eyes.

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Just minutes after school, Scar found herself at the Hale house, looking for a fight.

"Darian! Get out here!" Scar screamed. Silence followed her cry, and she growled. "I know you can hear me!"

Then, Darian appeared at the window, her mouth twisted into a scowl.

Scar opened her mouth to scream again, but was cut off when Darian burst through the door, anger coursing through her.

"You stay away from him!" Scar cried, implying Al.

"Don't you think you ought to pay attention to your own advice? You know you're gonna hurt him," Darian told her, her voice dangerously calm.

"I would never! You on the other hand…" Scar trailed off, a challenge ringing in her unsaid words.

"I saved him that night! The night you wolfed out on him!" Darian said, pissed at the ignorant teen.

"Just, just stay away from him!" Scar faltered, trying to look defiant as she leaves. As she turns, an odd smell hit her, like blood and slowly rotting flesh. Realization dawned on her, and she booked it out of there, on her way to Stiles. She stops at the edge of the forest and yanked her phone out, Stiles' number already dialing.

"Hello?"

"Stiles, it's me. I found something crazy at Darian's house!"

"What is it?"

"There's this smell, like blood and dead flesh. I think it's the guy that was murdered,"

"There's only one way to know for sure,"

"Yeah?"

"We have to go to the morgue and match scents,"

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Like any teenaged girl, Scar had a bucket list of amazing things to do; sneaking into a morgue was not on that list. Nevertheless, Scar had found herself leaving Stiles in the waiting room of the 9th floor whilst she tried to make her way into the morgue. She quietly turned corners, constantly terrified someone would catch her. Amazingly, no one did, and she found her way to the room. She carefully pulled the door open, and a blast of deathly smells hit in the face. A formaldehyde cloud surrounded her head, and she gagged on it. She gasped in to take a breath, and the smell hit her: the one she was looking for. Scar walked over to the locker marked "Jane Doe, January 15th, 2011". Hands shaking, she pulled the door open and slid the body tray out. To her horror, only half a body greeted her, along with the smell from Darian's house and the sight of bite marks, all across the legs. She gasped loudly, a terrifying reminder that she was the only living thing in the room. She slammed the locker shut, and dashed out of the room, headed towards the waiting room and Stiles.

Meanwhile, Stiles had been sitting in the waiting room, trying to be inconspicuous. Unfortunately, she never could sit still. The human girl looked around the room, and fiddled with the drawstrings of her hoodie. On her second survey, she noticed a flash of strawberry blond hair, and recognition clicked into place. Stiles grinned widely, trying to contain herself. As predicted, she couldn't and now found herself walking over to where the gorgeous boy sat.

"Hey Lyle!" She chirped. Lyle gave her a smile in return.

"So, uh, you know, I sit behind you in bio, and like, I've always felt this connection between us. Like, unspoken of course! But like—" She babbled, fiddling with her short honey brown hair. Lyle smiled again and nodded at her, before shaking his head and actually looking right at her.

"I'm sorry; I didn't get a word of what you said. Is it worth repeating?" He asked, looking at the slight girl who seemed vaguely familiar.

"Uh… no. It's, uh, not worth it," Stiles mumbled moving to sit back down and hold herself together. This definitely wasn't the first time she'd been shot down. She had years of experience, eight years to be exact. Stiles picked up the nearest magazine and pretended to read it while staring at Lyle. Just then, Jackie turned the corner, a bored look on her blandly pretty face.

"So did you get it?" Lyle questioned his girlfriend, who was completely wrong for him, in Stiles' opinion anyways.

"The doctor said to not make a habit of it, but yeah I got the cortisone shot," Jackie replied, a sour look taking her face over.

"You should get one before the game too," Lyle replied, surveying the girl. Jackie only gave him an odd look. "Look, Jackie, do you want to be a little high school amateur, or do you want to go pro?" Lyle then smiled at her, and leaned in for a much too public kiss. Stiles frowned and looked away. Just then, Scar came barreling towards her, a terrified look in her eyes.

"The scents were the same. They matched. We have our proof now!" Scar told her, still a little shaken from visiting the morgue.

"Okay, okay. But are you doing this because Darian told you that you couldn't play on Saturday, or is it because you want to do something about the fact she killed someone?" Stiles asked, looking her friend right in the eye.

"There were bite marks on the leg, Stiles. Bite marks," Scar replied, a hard look in her eyes.

"In that case, we're gonna need some shovels," Stiles said, her eyes twinkling with excitement.

The pair left the hospital quickly, and made their way to Darian's house. Stiles pulled two shovels from her trunk and tossed one to Scar when the pair made their way to the back.

"So, what if Darian moved the body?" Scar asked, scared that they couldn't pull this off. Stiles only shrugged carelessly.

"And what if Darian come back?" Scar asked again, her mind speeding to horrific scenario's where Darian beheaded them using only her claws.

"Uhh, one of us runs one way and the other run the opposite direction and whoever she catches, too bad," Stiles replied, already digging.

"I hate that plan!" Scar cried, doing a quick sweep of the surroundings. When she saw it was clear, she got right back to digging.

The girls dug for a while before Stiles hit something. They abandoned their shovels and began clearing dirt with their hands until the met canvas tied in twine. The two tugged at the knots, pulling them free. Seconds later, Stiles gingerly pulled the canvas back. The girls both gave high pitched shrieks and leapt out of the hole.

"What the hell is that?" Stiles cried, not daring to look back in the hole. Scar however, was a bit braver and peeked back in.

"It's… a wolf! I don't understand! It should've been a person!" Scar said, completely perplexed.

"Well, maybe it's like a burial ritual. And maybe it's different for guy wolves, like they have to buried as a wolf," Stiles rationed, still refusing to look in the hole. Scar looked up, and spotted a single flower. It was lavender-blue, and had an eerie feel to it.

"Do you see that?" Scar asked, slightly entranced by the flower. Stiles looked up, spotting it too.

"Dude! That's aconite!" Stiles exclaimed. Scar gave her a questioning look. "Its wolfs-bane," Stiles elaborated. Again, confusion. Stiles rolled her eyes.

"Haven't you ever seen Wolfman?" Scar shook her head. "You know, with Claude Rains—you are so unprepared for this. Wolfs-bane is like werewolf drugs,"

"Okay, so why is it here?" Scar asked. Stiles shrugged again. The girl walked over to it and grasped the flower, pulling it straight up, roots and all. A length of twine had been tied to the end of the flower, and stiles yanked on that too. The twine continued and Stiles followed it, pulling it free. By the time she had freed the string completely, she noticed a sort of spiral to the pattern. Scar looked back in the hole and screamed. There, instead of the wolf, was half a man. Stiles shrieked too, after getting a good look at it.

"Okay, time to call Mom," Stiles said, her voice shaking.

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The next morning, police had swarmed the house and arrested Darian Hale. She walked out of the house with a nasty look on her face, but didn't protest when they stuck her in the back of the squad car. Scar sat in the passenger seat of Stiles' jeep, waiting for her. Unfortunately, she had other ideas. Stiles hopped into the front seat of the squad car and swiveled around to face Darian.

"Look, I'm not scared of you," Stiles started. Darian lifted her head slowly and fixed Stiles with a harsh look. "Okay, I'm a little scared of you,"

"It's not me you should be worried about," Darian said, her voice laced with suppressed anger.

"Um yeah I think it is! Just one thing though: did you kill the boy because he could turn into a wolf? I know Scar can't do that,"

"I didn't kill him. But Scar will kill someone if you let her run around like this anymore. What do you think is gonna happen at the lacrosse game? Do you think everyone will be cheering when she turns?"

Stiles opened her mouth to say something, but the door of the car swung open, a hand reached in, and yanked Stiles out, by the ear.

"Ow ow ow ow ow! Let go!" Stiles cried, twisting away from her mother's grasp.

"What do you think you're doing?" Mrs. Stilinski asked.

"Helping! Just helping," Stiles replied. The sheriff rolled her eyes and sighed a long suffering sigh that came with being around Stiles too often.

"What I don't understand is how you found out about this," Her mother asked. Stiles rolled her eyes.

"I told you, we were looking for Scar's inhaler and we found the body,"

"The inhaler she dropped when you two were out here the other night?"

"Yeah!"

"The night you told me Scar wasn't there?"

"Yeah—oh crap,"

"So you lied to me,"

"Well, not entirely, not by definition,"

"Well, I define lying as not telling the truth. How do you define it?"

"As reclining your body, in a horizontal position,"

"Get the hell out of here,"

"Yes ma'am"

Stiles quickly leapt into her car and started it, driving off. The girls argued for a bit about wolfs-bane before settling into a comfortable silence.

"You know what worries me the most," Scar said breaking the silence.

"If you say Al, I will bitch slap you," Stiles replied, not moving her eyes off the road.

"He said he's giving me a second chance but I don't know! Like what if this thing gets in the way?"

"Well, you could just tell him the truth and revel in the fact that you're a freaking werewolf!"

"Jeez, Stiles, quit!"

"What?"

"Stop enjoying this so much!"

"Are you okay?"

"I am so far from okay right now!"

Stiles glanced at her friend, and then at her backpack, which contained the aconite flower. Perhaps it was having some sort of strange effect on the wolf. Scar followed her gaze back.

"You still have it!" the wolf cried.

"Yeah, what was I supposed to do?" Stiles responded, feeling panicked.

Scar writhed in her seat and groaned in pain. Her body twisted unnaturally as the wolf clawed at her for relief.

"Oh my god, are you changing?" Stiles asked, quickly pulling over. "Okay, look it's gone!" She jumped out the car and tossed her bag as far as she could into the woods. "Look Scar its go—Scar?" Stiles stared around, but the girl in question was nowhere to be seen.

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The wolf had control over her body instantly. As soon as she freed herself from that hell hole of aconite, the wolf escaped and dragged her away. She ran quickly, no destination in mind. Then, she smelt it. The scent of her prey. It's a familiar smell and she followed unquestionably. The scent led her to a big ivory house that she quickly scaled. The scent was scarcer up here but it still trails. Then, she sees it. The prey she is hunting. The human boy moves around his room effortless, and his name rings in her mind one before she shoves it away. Al. That's Al. The wolf shakes away the human notion and crouches. The boy closes his dark blue curtains and suddenly Scar saw herself. The image jars her into control and she leapt from the roof agilely, landing on the drive way and scurrying off. Unfortunately, she hadn't transformed back all the way, and keeps her head down, which prohibits her from seeing the large red SUV headed straight for her. It slams straight into her and she's thrown into the fence, suddenly human again.

"Oh my god!"

"Mom!?"

Voice swirl around her as Scar tries to raise herself and see what's happening. Suddenly, her head is in someone's lap, warm and strong gently cradling her head.

"Oh my god, Scar are you okay? Jesus Mom, were you trying to kill her?!" Al cried, staring angrily at his mother.

"No! Oh my god, no! She just came out of nowhere and I didn't see her!" Christina Argent defended herself.

"It's okay, I'm fine. It was my fault, I should have been paying attention," Scar said, wanting to get out of here as soon as possible. Al turned his attention towards the girl, a warm concerned smile lighting up his face. He gently stroked his thumb across her cheekbone.

"What were you doing here?" he asked a smile in voice.

"I just… I just wanted to make sure you were coming to the game tonight," Scar replied, not able to stop herself when she smiles back at him.

"Of course I'm coming! I wouldn't miss it," Al promises.

"We'll both be there," Christina says, smiling embarrassedly. The two Argents helped Scar to her feet and she bid them goodbye before getting out of there.

After collecting her gear at her house, Scar left for the school. The team gathered in the locker room, and Coach gave her famous Independence Day speech. The team finished gathering things and trickled out onto the field. Scar stayed for a second to finish lacing up her shoes when she heard the hushed voices of her teammates.

"Don't pass to McCall okay. Even if she's open, pass to me!"

"But—"

"No buts, Dani! And it doesn't affect you, you're the goalie"

"She's really good! I've seen her during practice"

"I don't care! Everyone here is our best offensive players. When you see McCall, don't pass to her!"

Scar bristled in anger. She knew those voices. They belonged to Jackie and Dani. Granted, Dani had been her advocate, but Jackie had been thoroughly against her. Scar stalked outside, anger taking over her head. The game commenced, and as predicted, nobody passed to Scar, even when she completely wide open. Coach even screamed for the girls to pass to McCall, but Jackie's little clique paid no attention. It was a full ten minutes in before she realized Al was there. Of course, as soon as her attention was diverted, she was slammed to the ground by an opposing team member. The crowed hissed in sympathy and her father called out for her to just shake it off. The game got progressively worse, and so did her hold on her human self. It was close to half time when Lyle, who was there supporting Jackie, stood up, while pulling Al to his feet as well, and began cheering loudly for Jackie. Anger bubbled up inside her and she shook angrily. Then, a voice broke through the haze of cheering; Al was muttering seemingly to himself, the phrase "You can do it, Scar. I believe in you," After hearing him, Scar was filled with new purpose. She moved confidently and scored goal after goal in the remaining time. Unfortunately, the wolf was also riled up from her victory, and longed to be set free. The wolf pushed on her mind and banged at it, trying to claw its way free. The buzzer for half time rang and Scar took off, running towards the locker room. Unknown to her, Al was quick to follow, worried about the seemingly sick girl. As soon as he entered the locker room, he felt an eerie kind of presence. Instinctually, he curled his hands into fists and tensed himself.

"Scar?" his voice was a near whisper, and it contained a displeasing note of fear. He moved onwards hoping to find her. Al round the wall of locker to find the girl leaning heavily against the sinks.

"Scar?" he tried again, his voice just a touch louder this time. She whirled around; her warm cinnamon colored cheeks flushed red.

"Al? What are you doing here?" She asked, her voice shaking slightly.

"You looked like you were getting sick, so I followed you to make sure you were okay," He replied, hoping to god that didn't sound creepy. Fortunately, the beautiful girl only smiled.

"Thanks. I think it was just an adrenaline thing, you know? Like the rush was making me sick," Scar explained. Al smiled comfortingly, and stepped closer. Scar didn't move back, but instead seemed to lean in.

"You were amazing out there," Al complimented her. She blushed and grinned bashfully.

"I'm really glad you came," she confessed. Al felt something in his chest flutter.

"I promised you I would," he rasped, the proximity making his thunder inside his chest.

"I just wanted to make sure I got second chance," Scar told him, her own voice fading to a whisper.

"You have it, I'm just waiting for you to take it," The boy says, absolutely sure she could hear his heartbeat.

Scar lock eyes with him, and leaned in. He got the message and closed the distance between them and kissed her softly and slowly. Neither of them had notice Stiles barge into the locker room, ready to save her friend and her crush. When she caught sight of the two sharing a sweet kiss, she rolled her eyes and flattened herself against the lockers. Scar and Al broke apart and smiled goofily at each other, before he pulled away, muttering something about how his mom was waiting for him. Scar said a soft goodbye and watched him go, a dreamy smile on her face. Just as he was walking out, he notice Stiles by the lockers and smirked, before bidding her goodbye as well. She responded somewhat abashedly, but made her way to Scar.

"Did you see that? I kissed him," Scar asked, her voice a dreamy pitch.

"I saw," Stiles replied, a wry smile making its way onto her lips.

"He kissed me back," Scar said, her words floating from her mouth.

"Saw that too," Stiles said. "Oh hey! I have crazy bad news,"

"What?" Scar asked, confused at the shattering of her happy moment.

"Well, the forensics labs did some testing, and they found wolf hair on the body of Lawrence Hale, Darian's brother, and since Darian's not a wolf, she was let out of jail," Stiles trailed off, a dark expression crossing her face.

"What?" Scar cried, panic flooding her system.

It just figured really. As soon as there was something perfect in her life, the universe had to go and destroy it.

A/N: Nothing ever seems to go right for poor Scar and Co. Oh well! Hope you liked that chapter! Please review and tell me how I did, what you want changed, what you like, all that jazz. The next chapter should be up in three weeks or sooner!