AUTHOR'S NOTE: Not gonna lie, I enjoyed writing this chapter A LOT! It's probably my favorite one :) And I'm sorry if I didn't respond back to your review! I lost track of time and I was more worried about trying to finish the latest chapter I was writing so sorry if I didn't get back to you- but thanks for reading and reviewing!
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The Girl Who Knew Too Much
Avery had just gotten out of a long and very much needed hot shower where she finally got the chance to actually enjoy it. For once, there was no rush and she got to take her time scrubbing, washing, and shaving. After getting out of said shower, she had the chance to pluck and moisturize before towel-drying her hair as much as she could.
When finally done, she glanced at the set of pajamas she had on from the reflection of the mirror and giggled. Her night shirt was two different shades of blue with the three sharks from Finding Nemo, and her night shorts were gray with different types of shark teeth. Just because she was sixteen didn't mean she couldn't enjoy any Disney clothing. And besides, she was only sleeping in them.
The second she curled her leg in to sit on her bed, her bedroom door swung open with Stiles and Scott rushing in without making too much noise. Her butt hadn't even had the pleasure of meeting her comfortable mattress before she was back on her feet once more.
"Allison called! We need to-" Scott trails off as his eyes fall down the length of her body. "What.. what are you wearing?"
Avery crosses her arms protectively over her chest as she pouts and glares at Scott while Stiles scoffs, mentally urging them to hurry the hell up. "They're my pajamas." She says as a goofy smile stretches across Scott's face. "Oh you have no room to talk, Mr. I Get Turned On In Closets."
Scott's amused demeanor instantly falls and now it's Stiles' turn to seem amused. "What? What does that me-"
"We need to go!" Scott cuts him off as his cheeks darken with a blush. "Allison and Lydia, remember?"
Stiles cocks an eyebrow at his friend but decides to drop it. They really needed to get a move on. "Right. Yeah. Put on shoes." He then says to his sister. "Something's happen. The girls need us."
Avery doesn't think twice before lunging into her closet and pulling out a pair of black TOMS to slip on her feet. The boys grin at her outfit but they don't say anything as they sneak down the stairs and out the front door to see what the big emergency is. Scott takes his dirt bike while Avery jumps into the passenger seat of her brother's jeep.
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Upon parking at the school, Scott hurriedly rips off his helmet as Stiles and Avery jump out of the jeep.
"Where is she?" Stiles asks when he sees no-one.
Avery scans the area as Scott turns his attention to the right. "Over here." Allison answers as she ushers Lydia out from the shadows and into view.
"Lydia?" Stiles awaits for her to explain seeing as she's freaked out.
"It's the same thing. Same thing as the pool." She explains. "I got into the car- heading somewhere totally different- and ended up here. And you told me to call you if there's a dead body."
Avery's eyes widen. "Wh- you found a dead body?!" Stiles says.
"Not yet." She shakes her head.
"Not yet? What do you mean not yet? Lydia, you're supposed to call us after you find the dead body."
"Oh no, I'm not doing that again." Lydia waggles her finger at Stiles and Avery knows she shouldn't be smiling but she can't help it. The way Lydia said that was oddly amusing. "You find the dead body from now on."
Stiles balks. "How am I supposed to find the dead body? You're always the one to find the dead body." Stiles retorts and Avery's attention is now solely focused on Scott as he sniffs something in the air, turning his attention to point somewhere behind them. "Guys! I found the dead body."
Everyone's attention snaps to Scott as they slowly creep up behind him only to see the dead body laying atop the Beacon Hills High School stone sign. There's a dark liquid leaking down the front of the sign and as Avery, Allison, Stiles, Scott, and Lydia get closer- they realize it's blood.
"Oh, gross." Lydia grimaces. "I'm not getting any closer."
Avery offers her friend a feeble smile but continues to move forward with the boys and Allison. There's a sudden sharp intake of breath and everyone turns to Stiles. "What? What is it?" Avery asks.
She steps up shoulder to shoulder with her twin and peers up at him only to see his crestfallen expression. "It's Tara. She works with Dad."
"That's why she seemed familiar." Scott then realizes and Avery frowns as she realizes that this is the woman who sent her soup and wished her well.
"Guys.. we need to call this in." Stiles blurts. "We need to-"
"Okay. Okay." Scott shushes him when he can hear his friend freaking out. Everyone else doesn't even need to look at Stiles' face to see that he's freaking out. They could just hear it in his voice. "You guys go home.. I'll call it in. Say I saw the scene while I was riding around before getting home."
Stiles clenches his jaw, eyes sweeping over the body of the dead Deputy before he turns on his heel and marches back to his jeep. Avery offers everyone a feeble smile before jogging after her brother and as Stiles starts the jeep to take them back home, she sees Allison and Lydia getting into their cars before following them out of the parking lot.
The following morning, Avery is woken up by the smell of freshly brewed coffee. As she tiredly turns over in her bed, her eyes land on the green glow of numbers from her alarm clock that tells her it's just after six in the morning. After groaning and mumbling incoherently into her pillow, she pushes herself up and makes her way downstairs and towards the delicious smell.
As she pads her way into the kitchen, her hair is a tangled mess and blocking half her view but she doesn't bother fixing it. Through the tangled strands, she can see her Dad already in his uniform and scrambling about the kitchen in a hurry to fix his coffee.
"wasgoinon?" Avery mumbles tiredly as she leans against the kitchen counter.
All of John's movements come to a halt, silence reigning after all his clatter only to snort in amusement. "What happened to your hair?"
"The bedding attacked me. What happened to your face?" She casually insults him with such politeness.
John chuckles and continues on with preparing his coffee. "Same thing that'll happen to yours when you get old." Avery snorts at that and moves her hair out of the way. "I- uh- there's been another murder. I'll be working all day and night so don't expect me tonight for dinner."
"Oh." Avery mutters, making sure to seem surprised by the fact. "Okay."
"Yeah, so, do me a favor?" He asks as he finally clips a lid on his to-go mug.
"Anything."
"Make sure your brother gets to school."
"Alright but only if you cut back on curfew tonight. Danny has a recital and I want to surprise him with a get-together afterward."
"You drive a hard bargain, my friend." John grins as he pecks his daughter's forehead. "Just don't terrorize anyone tonight and you have a deal."
Avery follows her Dad to the front door and as John heads to his patrol car, he glances back around and calls out, "Nice jammies, by the way!"
She narrows her gaze on him as he grins at her but a second later, she lets a smile grace her lips as well. "Laugh it up, old man, but at least I'm not the one still using words like jammies." And with that, she shut the door with her foot and relished in having the last word.
As she stumbles through the house and back into the kitchen, she sees that John left on the coffee pot and the remaining coffee is sitting there in the warmer. Seeing as she has stay awake to make sure Stiles gets to school on time, she quickly makes herself a cup and takes a seat at the table.
Two cups of coffee later and one cold shower, Avery is more alert than any other morning she'd woken up and is charging into Stiles' room.
"Wake up, wake up, wake up!" She hollers and grins manically when Stiles flails and falls out of bed. When he sits up and glares at her from the floor, she shrugs innocently. "We have school. Dad said to make sure you're on time."
"You're evil. It's early. Get out."
"Nope. No can do." Avery skips over to his desk chair and plops herself down in it. "Get your butt in the shower. I'm already dressed to impress now hurry up!"
Stiles narrows his eyes at her before sighing and standing up on his own two feet. As much as he wants to be mad at her for waking him up, he can't help but grin when he sees her sporting a baby blue and black plaid button down with it's sleeves pushed up to her mid-forearms.
"You know, I wear plaid better."
Avery rolls her eyes at him as she watches him collect some clean clothes, even pulling out a plaid throw over as well. "Yeah, yeah. Get in the shower so we can go pick up breakfast before we step foot inside high school hell."
As Stiles goes to take his quick morning shower, Avery goes back to her room to add some last minute touches to her outfit. She slips on a couple of Batman logo bracelets on her right wrist and after scanning her necklaces, she picks up an Amethyst necklace and clips it on around her neck. Taking one last look in the full body mirror she has attached to the inside of her closet door, Avery readjusts the white belt around her hips and checks her jean capris to make sure that's what she wants to wear. Finding nothing wrong with it, she quickly slips on low-top black converse and picks up her backpack from within her closet.
She's just about step out of her room with her backpack slung over one shoulder when she suddenly pauses.
She feels off. Like she's missing something.
Breathing out deeply while closing her eyes, she stands there a moment before glancing back into her room. Deciding not to go against her gut instinct, she hurriedly goes back to her closet and digs around the top shelf until her fingers land on a sleek casing. Pulling it down, she quickly opens it up and runs her fingers along three small daggers that are nestled in a velvet cushion. The night of Boyd's death quickly flashes in her mind as does the feeling of being helpless without any weapons on her. She doesn't want a repeat of that night and no matter that it's during school hours, she realizes she'll feel better with having something on her.
Even if the daggers are smaller than what she usually carries, they'll still cause the same damage any other dagger she has would.
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Upon arriving at school, Avery and Stiles find a bunch of police cruisers and black SUVs littering the school parking lot. There's a large section around the school stone sign that is sectioned off and wrapped in yellow police tape, and a large blue tarp covering said sign.
As the Stilinski twins slowly climb out of the jeep, Avery's phone suddenly beeps with an incoming text. Pulling out her phone, she sees it's from Isaac. 'Not coming to school. Scott has me on Allison duty.'
Frowning down at the screen, she quickly types back 'Okay. Be safe and if she threatens you, remind her I'm more skilled in kicking ass.'
Almost instantaneously, Isaac replies with 'Lol :)', and Avery grins down at her phone.
"What has you all giddy?" Stiles teases when he sees his sister grinning.
"Isaac." She replies as they continue walking. "He told me he's not coming to school today."
"And that has you happy, why?" Stiles frowns. "The way you two are, it looks as if you're dating. Why would you be happy if he's not going to be here?"
Avery laughs and slows down their walk to a nearby pillar. "We are dating. Very slowly." She says. "And I'm all smiles because Scott has him tailing Allison today and I told him that if she threatens him, for him to remind her that I'm more skilled than her."
"But I thought you liked Allison?"
"I do." Avery rolls her eyes with a sigh. "We actually get along pretty well for her being a Hunter. I'm just teasing, Stiles."
When she glances up at her brother, she sees that he's no longer paying attention. Instead, his attention is solely focused on something behind her and he's using the pillar and her body as a shield. She curiously and discreetly peers over her shoulder only to find her Dad speaking to two official looking men. Realizing that her brother's doing a piss poor job on eavesdropping, she quickly brings forward her backpack and slips out her iPod from one of the pockets. She then turns on the iPod, inserting the ear-buds into her ears and presses pause on the current song.
Slightly turning to the side so one of her ears is turned towards her Dad, she sees from her peripheral vision when her Dad catches sight of them, pausing his conversation with the two men and starts making his way toward them. She quickly presses play on her device, letting Ryan Star's We Might Fall fill her ears, and watches as her brother hastily lifts his backpack to cover his head and attempts a get-away.
He fails miserably.
"Hey! Hey, hey, hey. Back it up." She hears her Dad scold Stiles, making her twin begrudgingly turn around. "I know what you're thinking." He says as he suspiciously glances at Avery before giving Stiles his attention once more. "I know you got all these ideas about patterns.. people dying in threes."
"Dad, murdered, okay?" Stiles corrects and Avery seems it safe enough to put her away her iPod since John doesn't seem to suspect her of eavesdropping on such an important case. "Sacrificed, actually."
John looks unimpressed. "I got half the state- including the FBI coming in on this. They're not getting away with killing one of our own."
"Dad, they killed Tara." Stiles murmurs softly so other students don't listen in. Avery doesn't even have to look up to know that her brother is really bothered by this particular sacrifice. "You know, how many times has she helped me with my math homework when I had to wait at the station for you?"
John sighs sadly and Avery decides to throw herself into the mix. "Tara?" She asks incredulously. "As in the lady who sent me soup last night and wished me well?!"
Avery doesn't have to try too hard to feign shock because honestly, she still shocked over finding the body last night. John sighs as he stares between his two kids. "Just, uh, get to class. Let the officials work this out and don't drag your sister down with you and your ideas." Stiles gasps at that insinuation and Avery has to bite back a grin. "Okay?"
John turns and takes his leave, leaving behind his twins to reluctantly get on with their day.
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The school day seemed to have passed with a sluggish manner, and Avery noticed that either Scott or Stiles never left her side. She tried to play it off as their protective instincts getting the best of them but the way they watched her, she just knew it was for something else.
Nothing particularly gossip-worthy happened although she did notice Cora was attending school again. The only time she ever spoke with the female Hale was when Derek went missing and Cora called her but since Cora was in school with them, she figured that Derek was back. Avery had wanted to make sure that was the case but every time she saw the she-wolf, she either looked angry or too lost in her own world to approach without an argument breaking out so she let her be.
After a rather boring lunch period, she got a text from Isaac telling her that Allison held a blade to his throat when she found him lurking. She laughed at that and reminded him to be careful as well as not ticking the Huntress off.
Walking in to English, Avery found Lydia already seated and looking bored out of her mind. Since there was no assigned seating, she quickly took up the empty spot to Lydia's left and flashed her friend a dazzling smile. Seconds later, Stiles dropped in the seat in front of Lydia and Scott sat in front of Avery.
"Why do I get the feeling I'm being babysat?" Avery spoke with such calmness that both Scott and Stiles tensed at her words.
"Y-your're not." Stiles stammers. "We're just.. we're just-"
"Keeping an eye on you." Scott blurts and Stiles glares at his best friend.
"That's the same thing as being baby-sat." Lydia pipes up. "What's going on? Is someone after Avery now?"
"N-nothing-"
"Elijah told me to keep an eye on you." Stiles finally admits. "We're just doing our job."
"And why would he say something like that?"
Once again, Stiles and Scott share a brief look before both boys sigh. "Because," Scott turns to face her. "You lost a friend the other night. You witnessed his death, you mourned for hours, and now you act like nothing happened at all. Elijah said that this-"
"It's nothing." Avery cuts him off, clenching her jaw, and hardening her stare on the werewolf. "Drop it, Scott. I'm fine."
"Are you?" Stiles then cuts in. "You don't mourn the loss of someone that quickly and-"
"I said drop it." Avery suddenly snaps. She glares at Stiles now, ignoring the few students around them that she seemed to have caught their interest.
Before anything else could be said, the period bell rings and Ms. Blake walks in, shutting the door behind her and preparing for the start of class. When Avery sets her gaze on the board in front of them, Scott and Stiles take that as their cue to drop their discussion and pay attention.
As Ms. Blake drones on about the day's lesson, Lydia finally gets bored and opens up her binder to a clean sheet of paper. Avery is pretty sure she knows everything that Ms. Blake is telling them so she sets her left elbow on her desk and uses her hand to prop her head up as she stares at Lydia doodling. She watches as Lydia does a rough sketch of a dead-looking tree before using her pen to shade in parts of it in.
Sometime during Ms. Blake's speech, she started walking around the class and Avery is snapped out of her thoughts when the teacher ends up at the back of the class. "Idioms, analogies, metaphors, and similes- all tools the writer uses to tell their story." She says as she starts walking up the aisle of desks, pausing briefly when she catches Lydia mid-doodle. "Lydia. I wasn't aware you had some hidden talents."
Lydia pauses, picking up her pen as she plasters on a smile and looks up. "You and every guy I've ever dated."
"Oh, um-" Ms. Blake nervously grins as Avery chuckles lowly at their teachers misfortune of ever calling out Lydia Martin. "-well that was.. an idiom, by the way." Lydia's smile falls and she goes back to doodling as Ms. Blake continues walking forward. "Idioms are something of a secret to the people who know the language or the culture." She says as she comes to a stop once more, turning around and locking eyes with Stiles, Scott, and then Avery. "There are phrases that only make sense if you know key words. Saying jump the gun is meaningful only if you know about the starting gun in a race. Or a phrase like seeing the whole board."
"Chess." Stiles suddenly mutters, catching Avery's and Ms. Blake's attention.
"That's right, Stiles." Ms. Blake beams down at him. "Do you play?"
"Uh, no. My father does."
Ms. Blake nods at him before turning around and continuing on with the lesson. "Now when does an idiom become a cliché?"
Avery zones her out as Scott twists in his seat to face Stiles. "I think I can get to Ethan." He tells him. "I'm pretty sure I can make him talk."
"What do you want to do that for?" Stiles murmurs, his eyes glancing back at Avery when he notices that she's listening to them.
"The druids were emissaries, right? So what if the Darach was an emissary to the alphas?"
Avery perks up at that, mentally scolding herself that she hadn't thought of that before. "Okay, first of all," Stiles mumbles. "-I can't believe that we've gotten to the point where a sentence like what if the Darach is an emissary to the alphas actually makes sense to me. And second of all, we're going to have a huge problem getting to Ethan."
"What's that?"
"Going through Aiden."
Avery sucks in a breath at hearing the alphas name, both Scott and Stiles turning towards her. Ethan doesn't bother her as much but hearing Aiden, it's like her vision immediately turns red and she has this sudden fury burning in her veins.
"Ever since he's been back in school," Stiles starts off slowly, eyes narrowing in wonder at his sister, wondering if this is what Elijah warned him about. "-they're always together. How are we going to separate them again?"
Scott and Stiles stare at each other and as one, they both turn in their seats and set their sight on Lydia.
"No." Avery scoffs at them, having heard what they were talking about and what conclusion they immediately came to.
Lydia looks up, her eyes darting between all of them. "What now?"
"They need a distraction." Avery spits angrily. "They want you to distract Aiden while they try to butter up Ethan for whatever reason they have."
"We need her to." Stiles tries to explain to his sister. "If Ethan-"
"I don't care." Avery grits out, glaring at her brother. "Aiden killed Boyd. There's no way in hell Lydia is going anywhere near him."
"Yeah, but-"
"I said no."
"I'll do it." Lydia interjects with a shrug.
"What?!" Avery then explodes, startling the entire class and the teacher.
"Ms. Stilinski, is there a problem?" Scott, Stiles, and Lydia all act as if no words were traded between them and ignore Avery as she crashes and burns.
"Yeah." She huffs, rolling her eyes at her three friends. "I just started my period. May I be excused to the bathroom?" Stiles starts choking on air at his sister's bluntness, students snickering behind their hands. At Ms. Blake's blank expression and quick nod, Avery collects her things and stands up only to have the snickers get louder. "Oh grow up, children." She snaps at the entire class.
Avery doesn't look back as she exits the classroom with all her belongings, her temper flaring as she stomps to the bathroom to spend the rest of the class. She doesn't stop at the closest bathroom, instead she goes to the one that's on the opposite side of the school. And once inside, she throws her backpack against the wall and leans against the sinks as she tries to push down her anger.
Her hands grip either side of the porcelain sink, her head hanging as she concentrates on her breathing. The door swings open and instead of looking up to see the intruder, she grits her teeth and prays that the student knows better than to start asking questions at this moment.
"You're positively radiating anger." A familiar voice echoes in the quietness of the room. "What happened? Found out you're failing a class?"
"So not the time, Cora." Avery sighs.
Instead of goading the teen, Cora actually seems intrigued by Avery's state. "What happened? You're like.. really pissed."
Avery grips the sink tighter, her knuckles going white at the grip she has. "My idiot brother and his even more idiotic best friend." She seethes. "They're using Lydia to distract Aiden while they go have a nice little chat with his counterpart."
There's a moment of silence and when Avery looks up, she sees Cora clenching her jaw and willing away the yellow glow of her eyes. "When?"
"When the bell rings, I guess." Avery admits and she just knows Cora's planning something if the cold calculating look in her eyes is anything to go by. "Why? What are you thinking?"
"Boyd was our friend. My pack mate and they're just going to throw Lydia at him and let her sex him up as if anything didn't happen?!"
"My thoughts exactly." Avery dead-pans. "I told them no but Lydia agreed."
"Where are they meeting?" The she-wolf immediately asks. "If they're splitting up the twins, then this is my opportunity."
"Opportunity for what?"
Cora eyes the teen up and down, and when she deems Avery okay, she explains. "I think it's time someone avenges Boyd's death. If they won't, I will."
Avery lets that information sink in as Cora continues to stare at her, and when she doesn't make a move to stop her, Cora turns to exit the bathroom. "Wait." Avery calls out. "Boyd was my friend, too. If you're doing this, I want in."
Cora glances over her shoulder, smugly smirking when she sees Avery stand just a bit taller and hardening her facial features as if preparing for a fight. With a nod of approval from the werewolf, Avery goes back to her backpack, unzips it, and pulls out the sleek black case she had packed earlier in the morning.
When Cora's curiosity gets the best of her, she creeps closer and takes a look at what Avery is pulling down her sleeves for. Avery sets the case on the sink, Cora getting a closer look at a lone dagger and reaching in to trace her finger along the runes inscribed on the blade.
"Is this what you used on me that one night?" She asks as the teen hides the daggers in her sleeves next to her wrists.
"These are smaller versions of that one blade." She answers. "Why? You like them?"
"They're fascinating." Cora admits. "I've never seen magical objects like this before."
"Yeah, well, if we live through attacking Aiden- I'll have some delivered for you."
Cora snorts and snaps the lid shut to the case, handing it to Avery as she hides it back in her bag. "Sounds good to me."
The two girls share a grin just as the bell rings and both hurry out of the bathroom in search of where Lydia would lead Aiden to be distracted.
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Once they find Lydia and Aiden's secret hiding spot- which just so happens to be the Coach's office in the boys locker room- Avery and Cora sneak closer to where the commotion of two fumbling teens are coming from.
When Avery sneaks a peak over her shoulder at Cora, she sees that the she-wolf is trying to control her fury. With eyes glowing yellow, a mouth full of fangs, and nails transforming into claws- Avery lets Cora take the lead as she falls back. Cora is staring angrily at the door, breathing heavily and when she glances at Avery, she nods towards the shadows for Avery to hide.
"Wait until I attack." She murmurs quietly as to not alert the alpha of their presence.
Avery doesn't respond, choosing to nod her understanding as she lets the daggers slide out and grips each one tightly in her hands. Cora sees this and smirks at her before setting her attention back on the door where Aiden and Lydia are having their fun.
One second, Cora seems ready to pounce and the next, she's tilting her head curiously to the side as she stares at the door. Reaching forward and touching her shoulder, Avery gains the wolf's attention. "What's going on?" She mouths.
"They're talking." Cora mouths back.
Cora seems to be listening and then before Avery can ask what they're talking about, Cora lunges forward and the sound of nails on glass reaches her ears. As Cora rushes to hide herself, Avery slinks further back into the shadows and readies herself.
The door opens and Avery holds her breath. "Derek!"
"Aiden, stop, please." She hears Lydia beg.
"I'm right here, Derek." Aiden continues and Avery smirks to herself. He doesn't even know that Derek isn't even in the same vicinity as them.
"I'll scream." Lydia threatens and Avery can hear the fear in Lydia's voice.
"You want a fight, Derek? Come and get me!"
Without thinking, Avery takes a step forward but before she can even do anything, she sees Cora tackle Aiden with a groan into the lockers.
She growls with a mouth full of fangs and slashes Aiden across his chest with her claws. He doesn't seemed phased by it, hell it doesn't even look as if he's trying to throw her off but as Cora gets a few more slashes in to where Aiden's shirt is torn and chest bloody, he's finally had enough as he lets his eyes glow red.
With a fierce growl, he catches Cora's incoming arm by the wrist and using his free hand to grip her by the throat. With a yelp from Cora and a roar from Aiden, he turns and tosses her across the room- her body sliding under the sinks.
Avery then takes that as her cue, running forward from the shadows when Lydia finally sees her.
"Avery, don't!"
Aiden turns just in time to catch Avery with her arms held above her head in an 'X' like manner, but doesn't catch her arms until she brings them down and slices him across his chest and abdomen. He snarls threateningly at her, ignoring the blades in her hands as he grips her by the throat as well- tossing her backward with enough force that when her back collides with the lockers, her breath is knocked out from her.
Cora groans from her spot on the floor, slowly getting on her hands and knees, blindly making her way towards Avery. When Aiden sets his sights on her once more, he growls menacingly as he walks over to a rack of weights and lifts one up easily.
Lydia quickly pieces it together and suddenly fears for the she-wolf. "Aiden, stop!"
He growls once more, lifting the weight above his head and when Cora leans up on her knees to look at him, he brings the weight down across her face.
"Cora!" Lydia shouts, falling to her knees by the fallen beta.
Aiden growls and lifts the weight once more but before he can do any more damage, Scott and Ethan are stopping him as Stiles falls down by Cora and Lydia.
"Aiden, you can't do this!" Ethan yells at his twin once the weight is no longer in his hands.
"They came at me!" He snarls.
And it's then that everyone's gaze follows Aiden's when he glances back at Avery who's rubbing the back of her head. "It doesn't matter!" Ethan replies once Scott makes it clear he's going to check on the human. "Kali gave Derek until the next full moon. You can't touch him or her," He says as he glances back at Cora. "-let alone their human."
Aiden finally calms down enough so that his wolf features bleed back to human features. Stiles, Lydia, Ethan, and Scott are all looking up warily at him- Lydia looking as if she can't believe she associated herself with him when they all hear a slow chuckle erupt from Avery's mouth.
"Scott, is she okay?" Stiles calls out. "Is she delirious? I swear, Aiden, if you-"
"I'm done playing nice." Avery suddenly spits out, her eyes direct solely on Aiden. "If your wolf-bitch lays one clawed toe on Derek or any one of my friends, I will make sure she dies a very slow and painful death."
The entire room is silent as the threat lingers in the air, Avery's eyes on fire as she continues to glare at Aiden. Every wolf in the room can practically feel the rage and fury coming from the petite teen that there is no doubt in their mind that she means what she said. With nothing left to be said, both Aiden and Ethan back out of the room though their eyes never leave Avery's form.
Once the alpha twins are out of sight, Cora groans as she attempts to sit up and Avery cringes with every little movement. Cora doesn't seem to be doing well and ends up falling back down on her back and Stiles looks worried.
"Hey, guys, I think she's pretty hurt."
Avery immediately sits up, flinching when she can feel the ache in her body. "What? She should be healing."
Stiles' gaze then snaps to her, his eyes narrowing in anger. "And you! What the hell were you thinking attacking an alpha? He could've killed you!"
"Yeah, well, he didn't." Avery snaps back. "None of you were doing anything and you," Her gaze darts to Lydia. "-you're groping him the locker room. I thought you had more class than that." She spat.
Lydia didn't bother firing back, the red-head knowing full well that her friend was just acting out at the moment. "Don't blame her." Scott tries to soothe Avery. "We're the ones who put her up to it. We needed to talk to Ethan on his own to see if we were right about him."
"Right about what?"
"That he didn't want to kill Boyd." Scott tells her. "In our brief little discussion, we learned that both Ethan and Aiden feel like they're in debt to Deucalion but their loyalty is wavering now that Lydia and Danny are in the picture."
"And why would they feel like they're in debt, huh?" Avery scoffs.
"Because they weren't like Kali and Ennis." Stiles answers her. "Aiden and Ethan were the Omegas of a pack that an alpha took in. They were the bitches of their own Pack- a pack that was made up of nothing but killers. Deucalion found them and taught them to control their morphing technique."
"And as one, they took down their entire Pack leaving their alpha for last." Scott finished. "So they feel loyal to Deucalion but as you can see, that loyalty is wavering as the days go by."
Before Avery can reply back to that, Cora groans once more and Avery tries her best to stand up. Scott grabs her by the arm to help her but Avery slaps his hand away. "Don't touch me. I'm still mad at you three right now."
He reluctantly backs off, watching as Avery limps her way towards Cora and helps the beta stand on her own two feet, steadying the werewolf when she sways before walking her towards the sinks.
Cora grimaces at her reflection, moving her hair to the side to see where the blood leaking from her hairline is coming from. As she does that, Avery gathers some paper towels, wetting a small portion of it before handing it off to her companion.
"You okay?" Scott asks as Cora cleaned up some of the blood.
"She doesn't look okay." Lydia states when Cora doesn't reply.
Cora rolls her eyes. "I'll heal." She stands up straighter, tossing the napkins in the sink only to stumble backwards.
"Whoa." Stiles and Avery reach forward to steady the werewolf but Cora throws off Stiles' grip and gently eases out of Avery's.
"I said I'm fine."
"Do you realize how suicidal crazy that was?" Stiles asks both Cora and Avery. Avery who is avoiding all their gazes as she stands shoulder to shoulder with Cora. "What were you thinking going after them?"
"I did it for Boyd. We did it for Boyd." Cora snaps at them. "None of you were doing anything."
Scott nods. "We're trying."
"And you're failing." Cora tells him. "You're just a bunch of stupid teenagers running around thinking that you can stop people from getting killed." She looks at each Scott, Stiles, and Lydia who all are speechless. "But all you do is show up late. All you really do is find the bodies."
Once again- Scott, Stiles, and Lydia share a look and Cora huffs at them before turning to leave. "She's definitely a Hale." Stiles sighs and as Avery rolls her eyes and turns to follow Cora, a hand clamps down on her shoulder. "Oh no you don't." Stiles shakes his head at her. "I'll make sure she gets home."
Stiles pushes passed all of them, leaving an agitated Avery behind with Scott and Lydia. As Avery exhales loudly, Scott opens his mouth to say something but Avery's phone beeping stalls him. Quickly taking out said phone, Avery groans as she reads the incoming text.
"What is it?" Scott asks.
"Remember how Allison had a hunch that her Dad knew something?"
"Yeah." Scott immediately blurts, glad that she didn't explode on him.
"Well, she and Isaac went back into his office to prove that Mr. Argent isn't the Darach slitting people's throats."
"Did they prove his innocence?" Lydia softly asks since this was news to her.
Avery shakes her head with a sigh. "Not exactly. Instead, they found the Celtic symbol of a five-fold knot carved into his desk. Each circle had a specific word written into it. Virgins, Warriors, Healers, Philosophers, and Guardians."
Lydia gasps. "Does that mean-"
"It means that Mr. Argent isn't as innocent as we thought." Avery cut her off.
"That definitely makes him a suspect now." Scott sighs. "Especially since Ethan told us that all the other alphas emissaries are dead. All except for Deucalion's who just so happens to be Morrell."
As the three teens think about what that could mean, Avery heaves a sigh. "I'm skipping last period and going for a walk." Scott looks ready to intervene but she holds him off by raising her hand at him. "I'm still pissed off with you throwing Lydia to the wolves, and for you actually going through with it." She then aims at Lydia. "If you want me to calm down, I need to be alone. So don't bother me unless you want me to throat punch you."
Scott snaps his mouth shut and silently nods as Lydia turns around to pick something up. As Avery watches her, she sees Lydia picking up her forgotten backpack and one of her daggers from the ground. She takes it with a forced smile, unzipping her backpack and dropping one dagger in as Lydia drops the other in.
Without another word, she leaves them in the locker room and sets her mind on roaming the school grounds.
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The sun is beating down on Beacon Hills as Avery finally manages to break free outside. The bell had just rung inside so it felt great to not be seated inside a stuffy classroom and listening to a teacher drone on and on about how to run a household. Why she chose to take Home Ec. as a class, she'd never know.
Avery somehow finds herself walking the entire length of the football field, letting the cool gentle breeze blow over her and soothe her nerves. She knew why Scott and Stiles did what they did- leave it to 'lijah to tell them everything- but she couldn't help her reaction. Her brother and Scott had been right to babysit her throughout the day but in the end, it didn't work in their favor because she still lashed out and got her ass handed to her.
She wasn't paying attention to where she was walking, her head tilted down towards the ground as she focused on not grimacing every time a ping of pain sparked in her back or head. Aiden had really put a lot of strength into tossing her into the lockers and the weight of her backpack was not helping any.
Her eyes spot the pair of black boots in front of her too late and as a pair of hands grip her upper arms to keep her from running into them, Avery straightens up before she could stop herself and groans.
"What happened to you?"
Avery's eyes snap open at the sound of Derek's voice, the teen having to fight the urge to roll her eyes at the worry in his eyes. "Hi, Derek. Thanks for letting me know you were back and safe, you jerk." She steps out of his hold and curiously looks him up and down. "What are you doing here? Checking up on your lover?" She tries to tease.
"Don't deflect." He rolls his eyes with a sigh. "What happened?"
"I got into a fight is what happened." She tells him because there is no use in lying to him or attempting to deflect again. "And I got my ass handed to me."
Derek takes a moment to stare directly into her eyes while listening to her heartbeat at the same time. "You're skilled in fighting. Why do I get the feeling there's more to this story?"
Avery nervously adjusts her book bag only to grimace in the process. "I got into a fight with an alpha."
"What?!"
"It was only after he practically bashed your sister's head in!" Avery quickly blurts but then realizes her mistake when Derek's eyes flash red. "But don't worry! Scott and Ethan stopped it. Stiles is driving Cora home and I'm out here.. cooling off." She shrugs.
"And pray tell why Ethan would stop his brother from beating my sister?"
"Because he didn't want to kill Boyd." Avery dead-pans. "It's a long story. Ask Scott about it."
She makes a move to brush pass Derek but he catches her by the backpack. "Why are you limping? What did Aiden do to you?"
"I got thrown into the lockers." Derek shakes his head at her. "After I cut him with my pretty little daggers."
He continues to shake his head though now he's fighting off a grin. "Let me see." He says as he reaches for her arm, grabbing her by the wrist and shoving up her sleeve. "I'm only doing this because you amuse me. Next time, you won't be so lucky."
"What are yo-" Avery trails off when he makes skin to skin contact, gripping her by the wrist as she watches black veins appear at his own wrist and travel upward before disappearing. "What did you do?" She asks when she realizes she can straighten up without any pangs of pain hurting her.
"I siphoned out majority of your pain." He tells he as he drops her arm. "Get back to the school. The day is almost finished."
Avery is still in awe- being able to experience the pain siphoning first hand- and when she finally looks up, Derek is gone. With a scoff, she chuckles to herself before calling out, "I lived with vampires! Your disappearing act doesn't fascinate me."
And when she turns on her heel, Derek's deep laughter reaches her ears as she makes her way back to the school.
Avery takes her sweet time getting back to the building and before she even has a chance to step foot inside, her text tone goes off. After pulling out her phone and seeing Stiles' name lighting up the screen, she hesitates and wonders if she should read it or ignore him seeing as she was still slightly pissed but not much.
With a calming breath, she opens the text message only to read: 'I'm telling Dad everything. Allison said the Darach was going after Guardians which could possibly mean Law Enforcement. I plan on having Cora wolfing out if he doesn't believe a word I say.'
Avery gapes at her screen for a good two minutes, her mind whirling as she tries to think up a reason to not tell their Dad. She can't think of any.
'Okay. Let me know how it goes.', is what she replies with and shoves her phone back in her pocket.
The hallways are empty when she gets inside and her mind is occupied of thoughts about how John is going to handle knowing everything about the supernatural realm. She wonders if he's going to reject the idea right away, wondering where along in his life did he go wrong with raising Stiles- or if he's going to be open-minded about it all and give them a chance to really show him proof.
She has no destination in mind as she walks, letting her fingers trail along the closed lockers and when the final bell rings, she snaps out of her thoughts. She's standing in the hallway where the Guidance Counselor door can be seen and a second later, Scott comes out.
He seems worried and tired, and looks like he has no idea what he's doing.
"Scott?" His head snaps in Avery's direction as the teen takes a few steps towards him. "You okay there?"
"Uh, yeah. Yeah." He says. "Have you heard from Allison?"
"No. Just from Stiles who talked to Allison and told him that telling our Dad about what was going on needed to be done."
Scott nods as he gestures for her to walk with him. "Come with me. I had a talk with Morrell and found out some interesting things."
He doesn't look back to see if Avery is following him but he does hear her sigh. Seeing as her ride to school was her brother, Avery follows Scott in hopes of hearing what he has to say and then asking for a ride home.
Scott starts taking the stairs two at a time and with a roll of her eyes, Avery follows him to the top level of their school. "Alright, speak. What did you learn?"
"Morrell isn't the one sacrificing people." He immediately blurts.
"Okay." She drawls. "And that was so important why? You could've told me that when everyone was back together."
"No, I know." Scott shakes his head. "But the other thing she told me, the things she was saying- I, I don't-"
"Whoa, hey." Avery held up hands, palm out and cutting Scott off. "What's going on?" She asks softly when she can see how worried Scott really is about this.
"S-she was talking about Deucalion and how he wants a True Alpha in his pack. He thinks I'm it."
Avery's brow furrow in confusion. "But you're only a beta."
"That's what I practically said." Scott sighs. "But she said that I was well on my way. A True Alpha is someone who doesn't need to steal or take the power from someone else. They rise purely on their strength of character. By virtue, and sheer force of will."
"Your eyes." Avery tells him. "The night of the fight in the abandoned mall. Your eyes turned red when you took on Ennis."
"And at the Motel." Scott admits with a frown. "I- I didn't say anything because I figured it was the Motel playing tricks on me but I was studying my eyes and they flashed red. But they only did it that once."
"Fuck." Avery groans. "Okay, so, what does that have to do with anything. Why does Deucalion want a True Alpha?"
"Because he's obsessive. She said he wants me in his Pack because he's fascinated and threatened by me. If he can't have me in his Pack, he's going to destroy me."
"So what, he's going to kill you?!" Avery whisper shouts because yeah, stairways echo.
"No. He wants to make me a killer. If I kill someone, it cancels out every other attribute that would make me a true alpha."
"So it's either join his pack or become a killer."
"Yeah but neither of those is going to happen." He assures her. "I will find a way out of this."
"Well fuck." Avery grumbles as she lets her backpack meet the nearest wall before she slid down to the floor.
Seconds later, Scott is seated at the top of the stairwell with her. "Yeah. So, um, don't say anything yet. Not until we figure out what's going on with this Darach thing."
"Whatever." Avery shakes her head before planting her elbows on her knees, using her hands to cradle her head. "That's your problem. When that comes into light, it's on you."
Scott takes a moment for that to sink in. "Thanks.. I guess."
Avery snorts and starts chuckling, and soon enough- Scott's chuckling with her. It's the end of the school day and instead of heading on home, they're just lingering about. When their laughter finally subsides, Avery looks up at Scott with a grin.
"So, you want to do your best friend's little sister a favor and give her a ride home?" She playfully bats her eyelashes at him while giving him her cheesiest smile.
"Depends." Scott huffs a laugh. "Is she going to throat punch me anytime before or after the ride?"
"No. I'm totally over that already."
"Then fine. Let's go." Scott says as he stands up, offering a hand to Avery and pulling the teen up to her own feet as they set off for downstairs.
They walk down the stairs in comfortable silence, neither teen in a hurry to get off of school grounds. When they get to the first level and make their way into the hallway, they immediately realize something is up. A bunch of students are lingering around, majority of them murmuring about Lydia Martin and a missing teacher.
Scott and Avery share a confused glace at one another and when they spot teachers and other officials coming in through the front entrance, Avery grips his arm. "Find her."
Scott numbly nods, honing in his hearing for Lydia's voice or even her heartbeat. As the days passed, he had learned to differentiate between his friend's voices and heartbeats. "That's not going to do anything! I told you he's gone."
"Found her." Scott mumbles as he grips Avery's hand, holding tight as he drags her off into a sprint towards Lydia's voice.
"Like the others- taken."
There's a bunch of students gathered outside one of the classrooms but Scott easily pushes his way through with Avery right behind him and by Ethan who had appeared from out of nowhere.
Inside the classroom, there's three other adults in the room- one male and two females with walkie talkies and clipboards. Aiden is standing by Lydia's side as the red-head shares words with Ms. Blake.
Avery tenses upon seeing Aiden but there's less rage in her and when Scott glances at her, she shakes her head at him. "I'm fine. Now's not the time."
He nods at her, agreeing with her words and goes back to the issue at hand. "Look, we're just trying to understand, okay? All we know is that Mr. Westover didn't show up for class." Ms. Blake tries to soothe Lydia.
"And the last time that happened was Mr. Harris. Anyone heard from him lately? He's gone." Lydia smart mouths the teacher. She turns around, out of Aiden's hold and points at the chalk board. "And he's going to be the second murder."
Avery, Scott, and Ethan then realize that the chalk board is sporting the celtic symbol of the five-fold knot, and the number two written inside one of the circles. "Lydia, you wrote that number." Ms. Blake says.
"Okay, fine." Lydia replies instantly and with a gulp, she confesses, "I'm psychic."
Everyone in hearing distance starts snickering, all except the werewolves and Avery who look on sympathetically at her. Even Ms. Blake looks like she wants to laugh. "You're psychic?" She says almost disbelievingly.
"I'm something!" Lydia snaps hysterically.
The entire room goes quiet and everyone stares at Lydia as if she's lost her mind. The red-headed teen looks to be near tears as she glances at everyone around her.
"A deputy and a teacher?" Ethan suddenly voices. "What's the pattern?"
"I don't know." Scott admits.
Lydia finally rushes towards her friends, hands trembling. "I- I don't want to be here anymore. Can one of you stay with me?"
"Yeah. I'll- I'll stay with you." Avery assures her. "I have nothing else to do."
Lydia nods and gulps, turning back around to say something to Aiden. Avery's gaze slides passed them, over to Ms. Blake who seems to be watching them with wary eyes. Giving her teacher a brief smile, Avery grabs Lydia by the elbow. "Come on. Do you want me to drive or are you good?"
"I- I'm good." Lydia assures her as Scott leads them from the room and away from prying eyes and ears. "Thanks for doing this."
"No problem." Avery waves it off before looking at Scott. "If you hear anything, let me know, okay?"
"Yeah. Same goes for you. Keep me updated."
"Will do."
Avery then leads a still shell-shocked Lydia out of the school building and towards her friend's car. They silently get in, Lydia immediately shutting off the radio upon turning on the car's engine and easily backing out of her parking space. Avery doesn't know what to say but one look at Lydia and the way her jaw keeps ticking let's Avery know that nothing is currently up for discussion. So in order to keep herself busy, she takes out her phone and texts Allison.
'Mr. Westover is missing.'
It takes a few minutes but sure enough, Allison replies with 'We're on it. Isaac and I are going to be on stakeout duty.'
Lydia gets to her house faster than Avery thought possible and the two teens get out of the car without trading words. It isn't until they're inside the home that Lydia finally breaks her silence.
"Okay so what don't I know?"
"Huh?"
"What else is going on?" Lydia demands. "You were texting someone in the car and please, just tell me whatever it is so I can get my mind off what happened earlier."
"Oh, okay, well-" Avery sighs. "It kind of coincides with what happened earlier so I'm not sure you want to hear it." Lydia groans and plops down on the sofa, her head falling into hands. "Allison thinks her Dad is the one kidnapping and sacrificing people. He has this map in his office where he's been marking where the people are being taken and where they are found. Apparently he's been acting fishy so she and Isaac are doing a stakeout tonight."
"Oh, god." Lydia mumbles. "I so didn't need to hear that. What is this town coming to when we can't even trust our friend's parents anymore?!" Avery's phone beeps causing the teen to hurriedly open the incoming text. "What? Is that Allison? Is she telling you that her Dad is the guilty party?"
"No." Avery mutters as she quickly re-reads the text. "Stiles just told me that our Dad didn't believe his werewolf story."
"What?! You told him?!"
"And Cora collapsed when he told her to wolf out and prove that he was telling the truth."
"Cora?! But she was healing, wasn't she?" Lydia yelps. "Why did-"
"I don't know!" Avery cut her off, quickly texting Derek what had happened and that his sister was on her way to the hospital. "I don't know."
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The two girls settle quickly into a tense silence, Lydia turning on the TV to fill the air with noise. Neither girl spoke of anything, choosing to blankly stare at the Food Network channel and let time slip by them. The sun soon fell and Avery had yet to hear from anyone. She sighed sadly knowing full well that she wasn't going to be able to take Danny out like she had planned if she was stuck with Lydia for the remainder of the night.
On right on cue, just as if she had jinxed herself, her phone goes off. Both Lydia and Avery's gaze meets, and the Stilinski teen grudgingly takes her phone out to read the text. It's from Isaac.
'Where are you? Chris is off the hook. We found the Darach and the teacher but it was too late. Turns out Mr. Argent had been tracking the Darach as well. It's going after Philosophers- teachers. Teachers who are all on their way to the school.'
Lydia paled as Avery read the text aloud. "W-we need to do something."
"And we will." Avery agrees with her. "Let's go. Scott should be at the school if that's where Allison, Isaac, and Mr. Argent are headed."
As Lydia starts gathering up her jacket and keys, Avery follows on her heels while shooting off a quick text to Isaac. 'I'll meet you there.'
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The drive to the school is rather fast, Avery having had rummaged through her bag for the daggers she had in there. Once found, she realizes she doesn't really have anywhere to put them other than up her sleeves or in her back pockets. She slides one in the back pocket of her capris and the other up her sleeve- holding it there by holding her wrist at an awkward angle so it doesn't slip back out.
It takes a minute for the girls to find an available parking space but when they do, Avery and Lydia are both scrambling out of the car and sprinting towards the auditorium. Luckily for them, the doors aren't locked so they easily make their way in only to find the auditorium packed.
Scott is standing near the exit, staring intently to his right and when Avery follows his gaze, she sees that he's staring at Aiden and Ethan who look to be in a tense conversation. Ms. Morrell is there also, the Counselor acting as a superb faculty staff member and passing out fliers to the parents while also making sure they were okay with the seating.
Scott suddenly glances over his shoulder when he senses their presence. "I thought you were going home." He says more to Lydia than Avery.
"We did." Avery mutters at the same time Lydia says, "I can't stay there." She says softly. "I don't know why I'm the one that keeps finding the bodies but maybe.. if I just stop trying to fight it, I'd find them before it happens. Maybe with enough time.. for someone like you.. to do something about it."
Scott nods. "You get me the time and I'll do something about it." He tells her seriously. "I swear to God, I will."
Lydia breathes a sigh of relief and when Avery sees Scott glance down, she glances down with him and she spots Lydia squeezing his hand- Scott squeezing back in comfort.
Avery's phone vibrates in her pocket and when she takes it out, she sees Stiles' name. Quickly opening up the text, she reads 'Dad just blew up at me in the hospital. Cora still isn't healing and when I tried to get him to believe me, he lost it. I'm on my way to you.' She frowns at her brother's words, not bothering to text back since he's coming to her anyway.
The lights in the auditorium slightly dim and the concert begins- Avery, Lydia, and Scott keeping an eye out for anything out of the norm. The music sounds echoe hauntingly around the room and Avery can feel her nerves kicking in. Her thumb flies up to her mouth and she's soon biting the corner of her nail as she keeps her eyes peeled.
Out of the corner of her eye, she sees Lydia checking her phone before looking up towards where the alpha twins are seated. Avery looks at Aiden, seeing the twin turn in his seat and nodding at Lydia before she hears Lydia muttering, "It better be."
Lydia suddenly leaves from her spot, Avery turning to catch her and ask her where she's going but the doors opening stall her. Chris Argent walks in- though his attention is immediately zoned in on the audience- followed by Allison who quickly smirks at her and then at someone over her shoulder who Avery presumes to be Scott. Isaac walks in last- letting the door close softly behind him as to not interrupt the concert for anyone- and grins at Avery.
For some reason, just seeing him feels like a weight has been lifted off her shoulders and Avery propels herself forward into his arms. "Whoa, you okay?" He murmurs. "Did something happen?"
"No." Avery assures him as she briefly hugs him. "Today's just been kind of crazy. Cora's in the hospital because she's not healing and then Stiles told our Dad about werewolves and he's not believing him. I- I just have a bad feeling about tonight."
"Ssh. It's okay. We're all here now." Isaac mumbles as he presses his lips to her forehead before cradling her face in the palms of his hands. "We're so close to finding out who the Darach is and ending it all."
"Mhm." She quickly nods. "I just- I don't know." Avery sighs.
"It's fine. Go back with Scott. I'm still on Allison duty." He tells her. "And then when this is all over, you can tell me exactly why Cora is in the hospital." Avery snorts, wrinkling her nose when she sees Isaac grinning at her. "Yeah, Scott's been keeping me informed as well. Do you know if anyone is with Cora?"
"Derek should be. I ran into him earlier. We talked and then I texted him saying that Cora was being admitted."
"Okay. Good. Now go keep watch with Scott while I go with the Argents. Try not to start any fights, yeah?"
"No promises." Avery grins at him, letting Isaac press a kiss to her forehead once more before letting him go.
Avery turns to go join back up with Scott but as she starts to listen in to the concert again, she realizes that it sounds more haunting than it did before. Students who are sitting up on stage are slowly starting to look as if they're in a trance and are humming along with the instruments. Scott takes a step forward and as Avery goes to follow, a hand clamps down on her shoulder.
Raising her fist and turning, she finds her brother holding his hands up in surrender. She blows out a sigh of relief and lowers her fist just as Scott steps back to join them. The music gets a little bit louder and a line of students on stage start chanting.
The same chant that had recorded on the music teacher's phone when he had been abducted.
Avery, Scott, and Stiles look out into the crowd- the three of them noticing that they're not the only ones who realize something is wrong. Aiden and Ethan are starting to look around in wonder as well as Ms. Morrell who's doing a better job at being discreet than the twins are.
"Hey, where's Lydia?" Stiles suddenly voices.
Avery and Scott's gaze snap up at each other- both teens turning to look at the set of double doors before lunging for the exit.
"Lydia?" Stiles and Avery call out once outside.
"Lydia!" Scott hollers.
The parking lot is empty of any people and Scott takes a moment to look around.
"Anything?" Stiles asks as Avery immediately pulls out her phone.
Scott shakes his head.
"She's not answering texts." Avery tells them, her voice shaking.
"What do we do?" Stiles wonders. "Scott?" He's nearly pleading now as they look on helplessly through the parking lot.
The three teens spread out, only a couple of feet separating them as they look for any clue that would tell them where Lydia went. Her car is still in the parking lot and Avery's stomach practically falls. She knew she should have trusted her instinct. She knew something was going to happen.
"Argh." Scott groans in pain, his hands flying up to cover his ear. "Ughh."
"Scott?" Stiles calls out to him, stepping closer when Scott falls to one knee- still holding his onto his ears. "What's happening?"
"I- I don't know." Avery mumbles as she rushes forward, grabbing Scott's wrists and pulling his hands away when he stops groaning. "Scott? What was that?"
"Lydia." He simply breathes. "Go. She's in trouble. Somewhere in the school."
Avery gasps, standing and immediately handing Stiles one of her daggers. "Run. Look in every classroom." He nods quickly while accepting the dagger, not needing to be told twice. Once she's sure that he's going on his way, she helps Scott up. "Where? I know you know which way to go." He nods, still grimacing and Avery is quick to follow after him.
They run along the outside of the school, Scott easily finding a door that's been left unlocked and hurrying inside. Avery is right on his heels though a second later, Scott seems to suddenly push himself faster and gains a few feet quite easily. Avery doesn't give up, not even when Scott turns down a hall and she loses sight of him. She runs for a few more seconds and when she doesn't hear the pounding of his feet down the hallway, she has to stop and listen in to see if she can find him by sound.
Sure enough, a ferocious growl echos down the corridor and she's off once more. She runs as fast as her feet can carry her and makes it to the room just in time to see Scott collide with a wall of stacked desks. He falls forward, landing on his stomach on the ground before coughing up a mouthful of blood and lies helplessly down in it.
Eyes wide, Avery steps through the door only to see her Dad with a knife protruding from the right side of his chest, Lydia tied down to a chair, and Ms. Blake standing at the front of the classroom glaring at her.
"Ms. Blake?" Avery breathes in shocked awe, her chest constricting tightly as she's faced with the teacher's betrayal.
"Avery?! Stay back!" John heavily pants when he sees his daughter in the room.
The female Stilinski almost has to do a double-take, her eyes and mind not believing that it's Ms. Blake who's been behind all this. Angry tears cloud her vision as she stands frozen in place but she does see as Ms. Blake's attention immediately zones in on the first door when she hears shoes squeak against the floor. With inhumane strength, Ms. Blake slides the wooden desk across the room with a flick of her wrist and lets it collide with the door- slamming it shut.
"Lydia?!" the voice shouts from the other side of the door as fists collide with it and Avery's mind registers that it's her brother. "Dad!" The pounding gets louder and now he's trying to push the door open.
Ms. Blake's attention zeroes in on John as he scrambles for his gun, picking it up and aiming it at the now advancing teacher. "There was a girl.. years ago. I found her in the woods." Ms. Blake's advance slows down though she narrows her eyes at him. "Her face and body were slashed apart. It was you, wasn't it?"
Avery's body has seems to have failed her. Her legs are not carrying her forward as her mind is screaming to get to her Dad before Ms. Blake does. To get to Lydia and make sure she's okay. And to help Scott up and make sure he's healing.
Instead, her feet are rooted to the ground.
"Maybe I should've started with Philosophers." Ms. Blake finally says when she doesn't deem Avery a threat. "With knowledge and strategy." She sneers and starts advancing but John lowers his gun so it's aimed at her leg- and shoots. Avery jumps at the noise, her hand slowly inching towards her back pocket where she still has one dagger hidden. As Ms. Blake's leg heals from the gunshot, she keeps on advancing. "Healers." She says, picking John up from his kneeling position and twisting the knife in his chest as she slams him against the wall. "Warriors."
Her Dad's scream finally snap her out of her shocked state, Avery gripping the dagger in hand before screaming out in anger and lunging at Ms. Blake.
Ms. Blake lets the knife go, holding John against the wall of desks as she easily reaches out and grips Avery's wrist that has the dagger as it's coming down to stab her. "Children." She chuckles darkly. "Always wanting to be the hero." Avery forms a fist with her free hand, pulling back and getting ready to swing but with a simple twist, Ms. Blake snaps Avery's wrist.
Avery screams out in pain as the dagger falls from her hand, tears immediately collecting in her eyes, and she can now hear Stiles screaming for her. He almost has the door pushed open for him to fit through but she knows he won't get there in time. "No. Stop it." John groans pathetically."
"It's cute, really it is." Ms. Blake coos. "And it's such a shame I already have my Warriors, Avery. You would've been an excellent candidate."
"Fuck. Off." Avery manages to spit through clenched teeth.
"Aw, now that's no way to speak to your teacher." Ms. Blake tuts at her. "Go sit in the corner." She snarls and when Avery looks up, she sees her teachers eyes glow an eerie white before feeling like she just got hit in the chest with a sledge hammer and gets sent flying backwards.
She hears her Dad shout as her back collides with a wall- the impact sending blinding pain throughout her entire body and she can't catch her breath. She hears Ms. Blake's voice again, talking about Guardians right before something clinks on the floor and then something about Virgins. The room gets quiet before an inhumane screech has her clenching her eyes shut in hopes of it stopping and the next thing she knows, a window is breaking just as Stiles finally pushes into the room.
"Dad?"
The room goes deathly quiet after that and when Avery doesn't hear her Dad's response, she chokes back a sob before the pain gets unbearable and everything goes black.
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