This is a detailed description of the battle in Part 8 from Scott's POV.
It was as if hell itself was unleashed within the walls of the warehouse.
The gunfire was deafening and Scott saw the hunters targeting the Alphas. A small group surrounded the poles. Isaac, Scott thought and looked to the last pole. Isaac was hanging limp from his chains, covered in Boyd's blood and maybe a little of his own.
No no no no no. Scott ran as fast as he could to Isaac. Scott put his head near Isaac's chest, listening. Normally, he could he his heart a mile away, but with the gunfire he could hardly hear anything. There was a heartbeat but it was faint. Thank God. Scott's adrenaline mixed with his werewolf strength allowed him to break Isaac's chains.
Isaac fell into Scott's arms and the dead weight of the taller boy made Scott stumble back a little. Scott held Isaac tightly and dragged him over to where his mom was hiding.
Melissa McCall was crouched behind a crate in the corner of the warehouse, holding her ears attempting to block out the sound.
"Oh, my God. Isaac-" she said.
Scott laid Isaac down gently beside her, bullets whizzing above their heads striking the walls and crates beside them. "Take care of him, mom! Make sure he's ok!" Scott turned to leave but stopped and turned his head for one last look at Isaac and then to his mom. "Keep your head down," and then he leaped into the fray.
The scene in front of Scott was gruesome. Bodies littered the floor, hunters who were torn apart by the Alphas. Stiles and Derek were nowhere to be seen. Boyd was untouched, still chained to his pole, mouth taped shut.
Deucalion had left the catwalk and was in the middle of the battle, claws out, ripping hunters to shreds beside Kali. I thought he was blind!
Argent and a few hunters were taking on the twins and to the far end of the warehouse. The hunters had disposed of their guns once the Alphas were on them and instead were wielding electrified batons and daggers.
Argent was losing men left and right to the twins. Scott rushed over to his aide. By the time he got to him it was almost too late. Aiden had Argent by the collar with his claw raised about to open his throat ear to ear when Scott drop kicked him from the side. Aiden fell hard on the ground. Ethan turned and advanced toward Scott. Before he could get close Argent stepped in between them and hit Ethan across the face with his electrified baton.
Scott climbed on top of Aiden and immediately began punching him in the face, over and over and over. His claws biting into Aiden's flesh, opening wound after wound. Aiden was too disoriented to fight back.
Scott could feel the anger and power channeling through him. He was becoming stronger with every punch as Aiden's life slowly ebbed away. I'm losing control, Scott thought. He stopped hitting Aiden and got up and stepped back leaving him to lie on the ground. What am I doing?
Scott looked around. Argent was chasing after Ethan who had fled toward the back of the warehouse. There, Scott could see Derek with other hunters taking on Deucalion and Kali. Scott couldn't find the other Alpha, the bald on, anywhere but he assumed he was here somewhere.
Scott looked up to the catwalk. Standing there with a bow in her hand was Allison. Scott saw her look and him. In an instant she loaded her bow, pointed it right at him and let the arrow fly. Scott closed his eyes. Behind him he heard a yell and he turned around. Standing behind him was Aiden, an electrified arrow through his heart. He collapsed, lifeless, to the floor. Scott looked back at Allison. She was no longer on the catwalk.
He didn't linger long enough to look for her. He looked in the direction where Ethan was heading, toward Deucalion and the rest of the Alphas. Derek was bloody and scratched but holding up against Deucalion and Kali with the help of the hunters who were only a distraction to him. Argent and Ethan had disappeared into the mass of fighting bodies.
Scott started to run towards Derek when another swarm of hunters charged through the front entrance of the warehouse and stopped. Deucalion hit Derek with immense force sending him across the room into a group of hunters. Noticing he was severely outnumbered, Deucalion called off what remained of his pack and ran to the very back of the warehouse. Where to Scott couldn't see but Derek and the hunters followed.
He ran back to where he had left Isaac with his mother. Behind the crate, Isaac was still unconscious leaning against his mom. "Is he ok?" Scott asked frantically.
Melissa McCall looked up at her son. Scott was bloody, his shirt torn. "He's bleeding. He's been shot. We need to get him to the hospital or he'll bleed out."
Scott was suddenly filled with fear. Hunters didn't use regular bullets. They used wolf's bane ones.
Scott quickly knelt down and picked Isaac up. They turned and headed toward the entrance when Argent came running up beside them. "Get him to my car. We'll get him to the hospital in two minutes."
They followed him outside where dozens of cars were parked. "Over here," Argent said.
They stopped beside a black Chevy Tahoe. Scott's mom opened the back door and, gently, they slid Isaac into the seat. Quickly, they got in and closed the door.
Scott sat in back with Isaac while Argent and his mother sat up front. "Come on, Isaac. Stay with me." Scott whispered to Isaac, frantic and full of fear.
They were speeding through town with Argent honking his horn, alerting traffic.
Scott looked down at the wound at Isaac's side. Blood was seeping through the hole in his shirt and down part of his leg. Scott pressed his hand hard against it. "Hurry up!" Scott screamed.
They weaved through traffic going at incredible speed. Isaac was growing paler and paler every second that passed.
After what seemed like an eternity they arrived outside the ER.
Everyone jumped out of the car as soon as it stopped. Scott circled around to Isaac's side. His mom had the door already open and was getting Isaac out of the SUV. Scott took one of Isaac's arms and lifted over his head and onto his shoulders, his mom the other. Argent had run into the building and was already returning with nurses and a gurney. Together, they gently laid Isaac down and they carried him away. Melissa went with him. "He'll be ok, Scott." His mother said as she turned away and rushed inside leaving Scott and Argent in the driveway.
They had taken Isaac to surgery immediately. Scott had waited what felt like an eternity in the ER waiting room when a nurse had come to tell him that Isaac was stable but still in surgery. He spent hours pacing up and down the room, shaking, unable to control himself. Argent had left him once they got the word to go help in the hunt for the Alphas.
After another eternity later Scott was told that Isaac was being brought to a room upstairs. He left immediately and took the stairs to the floor Isaac was on. He found Isaac's room shortly and ran into the room, not knocking.
His mom was standing next to Isaac's bed. Beside her was a doctor in scrubs. They finished talking and the doctor left the room. Scott rushed to Isaac's bedside. His eyes were closed and his face was still covered in dried blood.
"He's going to be fine, Scott." Melissa said, reassuringly.
"They didn't clean him up?" Scott asked.
"The nurses will do it soon," She said.
"I'll do it," Scott said, still looking at Isaac.
Scott put a hand on Scott's shoulder. "Ok, honey. I'll get you what you need."
She left Scott alone with Isaac.
"Thank God," Scott said quietly putting his hand on Isaac's. His eyes started to sting as tears began to well up. "Thank God you're ok." He raised Isaac's hand to his lips and gently kissed it.
His mom returned a short time later with a small plastic container of warm water with a sponge and a cloth.
"Here you go," she said as she set the materials on the table.
Scott looked at his mom. "Thank you," he said quietly.
"Of course," she said and turned and left the room.
Scott took the sponge in his hand and dipped it into the warm water. He raised it back up and gently wringed out some of the water and brought it over to Isaac. Lightly, he started to wash away to the blood that covered his pale face. Bit by bit Scott could see him coming back. Once he was finished he set the sponge inside the container and went into the bathroom. He began washing his hands when an overwhelming sensation came over him and he rushed to the toilet and threw up. He began to shake again. His fear had completely caught up with him.
When it was over he got up from the toilet, walked up to the mirror, took a towel in his hand and wiped away the remnants of his episode.
He walked back out into the room. Isaac was still unconscious, machines beeping to his left and right. It was night now. The sky outside showed no stars in them. The only light in the sky was an intensely bright crescent moon. Scott pulled up a chair and sat next to Isaac's bed and that's where he slept.
The next morning Scott woke up to the same image he saw the night before. Isaac was lying quietly in his bed. The only motion was the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed.
Scott sat there for hours. Finally, he had to eat. His mom had dropped in and left him a couple sandwiches a few hours before but he was still too queasy to eat. Now he was starving. He quickly ate one and left the other on the plate. That one was for Isaac when he wakes up.
Scott dozed off time to time in his chair. Isaac had been unconscious for eighteen hours now. Scott never gave up hope. On hour twenty-two, Isaac opened his eyes.