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Chapter 4: Magic Bullet

I was sprinting, but didn't know from what. My surroundings were black as a piercing snarl came from behind me. My heart was pounding out of my chest. I was determined to get away from this monster. Ear-splitting screams were coming from every direction. Not just any screams, screams from my family and friends. My eyesight did nothing as I was blinded and it pushed me on edge, knowing I couldn't do anything to help them. My chest was going to explode as I was thrown down. My body shook in pure fear, knowing I was going to die from the beast. Then everything ended.

I jerked right up from my bed with my chest aching. I was sweating and I attempted to regain my regular breathing pattern. It was just a dream, a mentally torturing dream. I couldn't go back to sleep after that, it would be impossible. I turned on all the lights as I just laid there in my bed and picking at my cast. This was not the way I wanted to start the day. My eyes traveled to my desk where the note from the Alpha was still laying there, untouched. It had to be the Alpha in my dream.

My mind traveled to several topics until my ears picked up Scott on the roof and returning to his room. With his super hearing I said, "Scott...what are you doing?" I thought he was going to come into my room and explain, but he just knocked on my wall. "So I had a bad dream where the Alpha was chasing me and trying to kill me." That made him walk out his room and into mine. I grinned knowing that would catch his attention. He gently shut my door and sat down on my bed.

He was ready to say something, but instead he looked at me funny. It was odd to just sit there as he stared. I would have started freaking out about my appearance if he didn't say, "Yeah, I can tell. Your hair is a bit damp... do you think the Alpha is trying to tell you something?"

I couldn't fully respond since I did not think about that conclusion. How would he? I'm not a werewolf, he can't put images into my head like he did with Scott. "No, I don't have any connection with him. I just had a nightmare. I was running in pitch black with screams filling every way I went and then there was a monster chasing me. I heard disturbing growls coming from it and then he threw me down and I woke up. It's safe to say I don't want to see the Alpha anytime soon."

Scott frowned at me before asking, "Why don't you at least try and go back to sleep?"

I responded, "Why don't you tell me what you did sneaking out?"

Scoot hesitated and avoided eye contact before saying, "I heard a howl so I went to go see what was going on. Long story short, there's a new hunter in town. She shot the Alpha and said that he has forty-eight hours to live... This hunter, she enjoyed it like she's been wanting to kill a wolf." This gave me chills up my spine. Could someone really be so twisted that they crave to hunt? Allison popped into my head and how she is surrounded by these people. What if she turns into them? That will not be something to look forward to at any moment.

"Another psychotic bitch? This is way too much for right now," I groaned as I laid back down.

"Yeah...hey move over," Scott said as he sat on my bed. I grunted since it required me to move, but I did. He got under the covers and our backs faced each other. Before I protested he said, "I know you're not gonna be able to sleep so I'm gonna be to make sure nothing happens. Try and get some more sleep." I didn't argue because he was right and he knew his presence would comfort me. It didn't take me that long to go back to a deep slumber, this time without any nightmares.

Little rustling sounds begun to wake me up. The very blurry vision I had revealed Scott's face about a nine inches downwards from mine as I hugged my pillow. I looked up to see my mom with a camera. I elbowed Scott a bit on his nose to wake him up and slowly he begun to gain consciousness. I took a deep breath and attempted to stretch, but a weight on my waist. I turned to see Scott's leg and arm across my body as I had my whole blanket surrounding my body and we ended up facing where our feet should have been. Click! A bright flash hit my face as my mom gave a big ol' grin.

"Uh mom..." I mumbled. Then another flash. That's when I hit Scott across the head and he woke right up. "What the heck mom?" We both were still trying to gain consciousness as we untangled ourselves. Scott hit me against the face and I hit him on his back. We both sat up and looked at our mom with our sleepy eyes. Then another flash.

"Mom!" Scott and I said in unison.

She laughed and replied, "Blackmail at it's finest and this years Christmas photo." We were both too tired to argue so we just glared at her. "I love you! Now get ready for school." With that she walked away. Scott and I looked at each other and then he groaned as he got up for school. I locked my door and begun my morning routine.

The school bell rung implicating that it was time for our sixth period. I wasn't in a rush to get to history which led me to realize that I was going in the wrong direction on 'accident'. I really just wanted to avoid long boring lectures. The bell rung and I strolled down the halls. I almost made it to my class, but I saw Derek walking down the halls and Jackson appearing to be terrified as he practically ran away from the scene to his next class.

Derek did not look well at all since he was struggling just to stay standing. He was as pale as paper and his eyes were barely open as he limped towards my direction. "Derek, what is going on?"

He stood in front of me and he said, "I need to get the bullet that did this to me. Kate Argent shot me and the cure is at their house. Scott is going over there today and he needs to get it or I will die." Those words were a hurricane of information. The Alpha didn't get shot instead Derek was the one to get hit. The new hunter was part of Allison's family and if Scott doesn't get the bullet then our only source of werewolf information will be gone for good.

It took me a moment to process everything before saying, "Meet me at Stiles' Jeep. We only have one more class. Stay out of sight." He nodded his head and we went our separate ways.

All throughout history my foot was tapping the floor rapidly as I anticipated for the end of the class. It was one of the most slowest history class ever. Every other minute I glanced at the clock and rolled my eyes each time. Honestly, I didn't even pay attention in what we were studying. I think it was something about the Cold War or something of that time. As for the bullet, I didn't want Derek to die, he is definitely someone we need in order to keep Scott in check.

Ring! I pounced out of my desk. There were too many people to avoid to get there as quickly as I wanted. I got there to find cars piled up and the source was Stiles' lovely Jeep. Scott was kneeled down and I got closer to see Derek fallen down. Stiles' was a nervous wreck as he gazed at the people honking at his vehicle. Scott help pull Derek into the car as I raced up to them. "Hey, so what's going on?"

Scott shut the heavy door before turning to me and said, "I'm going to Allison's house, Stiles is going to drop Derek somewhere and weren't you going to Erica's?" I nodded my head. Erica didn't show up to school today which meant she didn't feel well enough and that I should go over there to cheer her up.

I rapidly nodded my head and said, "Okay, keep me updated." Both him and Stiles agreed and I walked off, heading towards Erica's house. I didn't mind walking because it helped clear up my mind. To take off the thought of Derek dead in less than a day. Erica was definitely someone I could count on for normalcy. She didn't know about anything and she never will. I don't want to put her into this type of danger, especially in her condition. She gave me a sense that everything will, one day, be back to normal. Back to when I wouldn't have to worry about my brother being killed, just being safe at home.

I arrived the front door and walked right into the house. Erica was walking down the hall. She was rockin' the oversized hoodie and pajama pants. She didn't look sick at all, perfectly fine. "So much for being sick," I said as I closed the door. An insecure smile crept from her lips. The air was unsettling and Erica looked guilty of a crime. "Wanna talk about it?" She just shook her head. Words didn't have to be exchanged to know that she was on the brink of a breakdown. I walked to her and just gave her a big warm hug. She clung onto me like she was clinging on to life, but no tears were shed.

A few hours went by as we ate junk food and watched various shows. I did whatever I could to keep her distracted since she didn't want to talk about whatever was on her mind. I hope she'd want to tell me at some point. Until then, there is no problem in surrounding her with sweets and marvelous movies.

I reciveved a text from Stiles 'I need your help. Coming to pick you up and about 10 seconds away :) ' . I simply replied 'ok'. I looked around and found Erica washing the dishes. "I don't mean to dine and dash, but Stiles is almost here. So I'm gonna head out," I sleepily said. The moon was out in the sky, a clear sign that I should be at home, but I don't think that was going to happen anytime soon.

She stopped washing the dishes and dried her hands. "Okay, I'll see you at school tomorrow. Thank you for coming." We hugged, but then she touched my neck with her freezing hands.

"Erica!" I squealed as I backed off of her. She was laughing hysterically and I sent her a playful glare. I took steps to the front door while keeping my eyes on her. She opened the door and I bowed. "Farewell, Erica Reyes."

She grinned at my silliness. "Bye Savanna". Erica closed the door behind me. There wasn't any car in sight and Stiles gave me every reason to doubt his actions. Then I begun to shiver as my skin became freezing and my breath was visible. Just as I was about to call and yell at Stiles when I saw his rusty Jeep coming down the street.

"So where are we going?" I asked as I looked at Derek who looked worse than before. His skin actually looked more pale while his eyes were bloodshot and he was sweating bullets. I actually begun to worry because Scott could easily not find the one bullet in a hunters home, it's like a needle in a haystack.

"I'm kidnapping you, taking ransom money because I'm going to kill him myself by the time this is done," he told me. I wasn't amused, due to the fact that even though Derek was dying, he could still easily kill Stiles in a few seconds. "But in all seriousness, we're going to the vet. Scott said he's not there and I don't know anywhere else to take him," Stiles stated while pointing to Derek.

We arrived at the vet's office in no time, mainly because Stiles was driving like a complete maniac to get here. I helped Derek stay up as Stiles retrieved the key for the backdoor from behind a dumpster. Considering Derek weighed much more than my scrawny brother, I did struggle a bit with one good arm. I somehow managed to keep him up while Stiles was a blabbering nonsense. Once we got inside, Derek stumbled a bit and removed his shirt, causing my teenage mind to get a bit inappropriate.

That all went away when I noticed the bullet wound on his arm. All of my attention was negatively drawn to the blood gushing out. It was not a pretty sight and not normal looking at all, then again there wasn't anything normal about the situation. A werewolf was shot by a werewolf hunter and now my werewolf brother has to find the bullet to cure the shot werewolf, the usual everyday events. Not. "Savanna!" Stiles yelled in front of my face. "Are you here to help or be a complete statue?"

"Oh, hell no. Do not bring me into this, I was not expecting these and neither was my stomach." It was the truth. The food I ate at Erica's was not settling down, I also knew I wouldn't actually going to get physically sick. I knew Stiles wasn't going to believe me so I said, "I think I'm gonna hurl." I made my way to the sink, dramatically, and I pretended like I wanted to puke just to get him away from forcing me to get near all that blood.

"Aw! Come on!" Stiles continued to argue with Derek. Things were not going to be solved at this rate. After a few minutes I turned around to see Stiles holding a saw of some sort and Derek holding his arm out. "I can't. Oh, god I can't. Savan-"

"Hell no! I will not even dare chop off that infected arm. Don't you freakin' dare! Don't Stiles!" I did not want to see limbs flying everywhere. That would just haunt me for the rest of my life.

"Stiles. Do it!" Derek said with much pain flowing out of his voice as well as his usual strict, scary tone. Stiles was all sorts of nervous. It was obvious he did not want to go through with the arm chopping. He was sweating as well as shaking, a bit.

"Stiles, don't!" I said, squirming at the thought of Derek's arm being chopped off. Derek kept telling him to do it while I said no. Once again, Stiles obviously didn't want to do it, but it was our only choice. Scott wasn't being a help as he rudely ignored our calls and texts. I looked at the arm and Stiles was close with the saw. I didn't want to look, but I couldn't remove my eyes from the scene. "Stiles, stop! Please- oh god. I can't." I walked out of the room and ran into Scott. "Dude! Stiles is chopping Derek's arm! Took you freaking long enough."

"Sorry," he muttered and dashed into the room. I, on the other hand, needed to catch my breath and save my stomach. I rushed out from the office, to the fresh air outside. I did not want to be suffocated in the stressful room.

I steadied my heart beat from the rapid thumping occurring from the whole situation. I was never trained for this, thus I can freak out whenever I want. The aching feeling in the pit of my stomach almost completely disappeared. Blood is definitely not my area of stability or at least in that large amount. I get cuts and bruises, but none of them had my veins popping out with the blood gushing out at every movement. That is going to leave one nasty scar.

The doors opened and the three of them walked out. Stiles practically ran to his car, with Derek not too far behind, while my brother walked over to me. "Come on. Derek's gonna give us a ride...we just need a ride to get to his car," Scott said. I was going to say a sarcastic wolf remark, but it was just too late for that. I simply followed them like a trained dog. We got dropped off at the Hale residence where we simply changed vehicles.

There was a defeated silence as we rode home or at least I thought it was home. We stopped at nursing home. I still had no clue what was happening and why we were here. We all got out and Scott appeared to be just as confused as me. We both followed Derek quietly. There were no nurses around and everyone seemed to be asleep. I didn't think we were suppose to be in here, but I didn't want to argue right now. I'm just glad is still a living, breathing, gorgeous werewolf.

We entered a room with a man placed in the center of the room. "Who is he?" I quietly asked the question that was on both our minds.

"My uncle, Peter Hale," Derek said. He begun talking to Scott, but I didn't want to listen, my focus was all on Peter. How could some be so driven to kill werewolves? The scarring was so deep in his skin that I could picture the blood flowing down his face. The scars seemed so fresh, so sickening. To be carved into the skin that extensive would be horrendous to wake up to each morning. A reminder of the day that everyone important was dead. To live that nightmare each waking moment would be torturous and be psychologically traumatizing. I wouldn't want to live. The heavy depression weighing me down would be to painful to relive each day.

A nurse yelled, "Hey, you're not suppose to be in here!" and brought my mind back to the real world. We walked out and at least now I knew Derek wasn't completely alone. There was still one family member out there for him, even if he wasn't mentally there. He was a statue. I'd be depressed knowing I still had someone from my family, but I couldn't do anything with them, that they would just be there like a painting. Peter Hale was the person keeping Derek together, to keep fighting for his family's assassination. He was that glimmer of hope even if he was just a motionless body.

Still, his face would be one I would never forget.

Happy Holidays!

So I definitely want to say sorry for how long it took me to publish this chapter and thank you for reading. I had a major writers block for when it came to this episode, I just couldn't think of anything which also explains why it's so short xD So to make it up to you, I decided to give a small preview of the next chapter. Enjoy! :)

I sat down on the seat in the library. I looked over at the guy across from me and I felt completely horrible for putting him into this situation. He shouldn't even be here since I was the one that caused everything. I gave an apologetic smile towards him and he just gave a tiny one back. A few awkward moments passed by, I took it as a chance to actually say something, but he didn't look familiar and he was pretty good looking which made me a tiny bit shy.

I took a subtle breath of encouragement and said, "Hi, I'm Savanna McCall and I am completely and utterly sorry. Is there any way I could make it up to you?" I held my hand out for a friendly hand shake.

He looked at my hand oddly before accepting the gesture. "It's fine, I'd rather be here then...at home," he calmly said. At least he wasn't mad at me or he's just really good at hiding that fact. "I'm Isaac, Isaac Lahey."

Yup! Isaac is in the next chapter. Stick around and see what happens :) Until then, have a good holiday season!

-Z

P.S. Reviews would be an awesome present for me :D just a suggestion...