Last night's episode was AMAZING! Only two episodes in and this show already made me cry :(! Poor Erica…too young and beautiful to die…Anyways: on a happier note, thank you all for the reviews, alerts and favorites. You guys just keep me smiling for days ^_^ Enjoy this next chapter!
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"We're leaving," Scott hollered into the living room. Lucy looked up from her laptop to see her brother all dressed up. It was casual yet sharp as if he was going to impress someone tonight. Lucy sent a faint smile, putting her laptop to the side.
"Party time!" Stiles yelled as he fist pumped into the room. The sarcastic teen clasped both hands on Scott's shoulder, shaking the werewolf a bit.
Lucy rolled her eyes.
"You two have fun," she said to them, brushing both boys and headed towards the kitchen. Stiles shrugged, heading out while Scott stayed behind as he eyed his sister. After the other day when she found Isaac, she had become more guarded with herself. Ever since learning about the truth with the alpha pack now in Beacon Hills, she was more quiet.
Lucy poured herself a glass of orange juice, taking a sip, but knew her brother was still there. Putting the cup down, she looked to her side with her hands gripping the counter to keep her steady.
"Scott, just go. I'll be fine," she waved him off. Scott had no say as she quickly pushed him out the door, her laughter ringing in his ear. Scott couldn't help but laugh too, but the door soon shut closed with the lock on to prevent him from coming back inside.
Scott shook his head, walking towards Stiles as the two headed off to the party.
The night sky grew darker, a breeze quietly blew through her window. Lucy sat on her bed, the television on low volume although she was barely paying attention to the screen. Instead, the girl sat cross-legged on her bed, her hands holding a frame picture of her and Isaac smiling. Her thumb traced over the glass, a light smile growing over her face.
She sighed.
School had just begun.
New grade, new classes, new problem in Beacon Hills.
"Just freaking fantastic," the girl mumbled under her breath. Her phone rang, destroying the silence her room had established for her. Grabbing the phone, she placed it against her ear answering the call.
"Hello?"
"Lucy! Where's Scott?" The urgency in Allison's voice was enough to cause Lucy to blink her eyes.
"He's at a party," Lucy quickly told Allison the information. The girl could hear Lydia's voice in the background and Lucy rose an eyebrow. "Allison, what's going on?"
"Just…I can't say, but I'm near your house. Just get ready in five minutes."
The call soon ended, the dialing tone buzzing on the other line. Lucy rapidly jumped off her bed, grabbing some flats that were nearby and snatched the coat off her back door. She quickly exited her room, not bothering to turn off the lights.
The picture frame remained on the bed.
"How did this happened?"
Lucy's eyes examined both Allison and Lydia's bruises, noting the pattern Lydia quickly traced with a marker to make it more visible to the naked eye. Her finger nails gently touched the skin, staring at Lydia for an answer.
"Well," Lydia pursed her lips. "Some whack-o lady came up to Allison and I after the whole incident with the birds and asked for your brother. Then she just grabbed our arms, gripping it tightly before leaving. Quite disturbing," she finished, but Lucy remained confused.
"She wanted Scott? What for?"
Allison made another turn, her eyes staring straight down the dark road.
"I'm not sure, but whatever she wants with Scott: it sounded serious," Allison said, her eyes glancing down her bruised arm for a moment. "Does your brother know her?"
"From what I know of: he doesn't know any other girl beside you, Lydia and I," Lucy truthfully answered. The teenage girl brought her head forwarded, her mouth turning into a small frown. "Besides, Scott was busy with becoming a good person. He was into this whole 'renewing' himself this summer."
Allison hummed, her fingers squeezing the wheel. The three girls came up to the neighborhood, slowing down the car in front of the house where the party was being held. Allison quickly sent a text to Scott before shutting off the car. The door soon opened with Scott coming out and all three exited the car, approaching the teen werewolf.
Scott was surprised to see Lucy and Lydia standing with Allison.
"This isn't the talk we were going to have, is it." It was more of a statement than a question and Allison knew, slightly putting her head down which was enough for Scott to understand.
"I need to show you something," she extended her arm out, pulling up the sleeve to show Scott her bruise. Scott narrowed his eyes both staring directly at the former huntress for more information.
Everyone wanted answers.
Isaac paced anxiously back and forth.
The multiple glasses windows allowed sunlight to breach inside, letting the industrialized room illuminate brightly. His fists curled, opening and closing as he took in another short breath to calm his nerves down, but it wasn't working. He really wished that Lucy was here with him.
She always knew how to calm him down.
It could be by her simple touch to her kisses that sent a sense of warmth throughout his body. He realized it had been some time that he was with her alone and the wolf inside missed those moments. With what is happening right now, he just wanted to escape it and be with her for a while.
He felt safe in her arms and vise versa.
"I'm starting not to like this idea," he confessed, his sharp blue eyes glancing at his alpha who calmly sat on a stool, flipping through an old book. "Sounds kind of dangerous."
Derek merely said nothing, but his face was written with annoyance.
"You know what? I definitely don't like this idea," he further complained, his pacing becoming quicker with each step. "And I definitely don't like him."
"You'll be fine," Derek reassured him, staring Isaac from the corner of his eye. Isaac was still not fully convinced, his ocean blue eyes glaring against the glass window. The teen turned to face Derek, his anger radiating off from his body.
"Does it have to be him?"
"He knows how to do it, I don't," Derek explained his reason for not doing the procedure. Even though he was an alpha, Derek knew when to swallow his pride. "More dangerous if I tried doing it myself."
Isaac stopped his pacing as he neared close to the steel table. His hands grabbed one of the old books that laid in front of him. His fingers slid across in both directions, thinking for a moment.
"You know Scott doesn't trust him, right?" Isaac pointed aloud with slight confidence. It was a statement that just came out from his mouth, as if that was enough for Derek to change his mind. "And personally…I trust Scott."
Derek wasn't going to lie, but those words stung him a little. Didn't he proved himself enough for Isaac to trust him?
His alpha.
The one who gave him the bite.
The one who saved him from his horrible and horrific life of abuse and suffering.
Wasn't that enough for Isaac?
Derek didn't let those emotion surface his face, but merely masked them like a pro.
"Do you trust me?" He challenged Isaac with an eyebrow.
"Yeah."
There was something in his voice when he answered. Derek didn't bother to pick it over and nodded instead, placing attention to the book on his lap again.
"I still don't like him," he complained again about Peter.
"Nobody likes him."
Isaac would have laughed, but the heavy door slid open. Both heads turned to see Peter standing near the doorway, his presence smelling glory and cockiness. Peter quickly gazed the place, making a face for a brief second before placing his attention to the two in front of him.
"Boys," he started, strutting inside as each step made Isaac more guarded with himself and his statement becoming a fact in his eyes. "FYI: yes coming back from the dead has left my abilities somewhat impaired, but the hearing still works."
Peter stopped a few feet away from them, but close enough to prove his point.
"So, I hope you're comfortable on saying whatever it is that you're feeling: straight to my face," he ended with a good note, waiting with open arms for their response.
"We don't like you," Peter's oh so favorite, and only, nephew bluntly stated to him. Peter rolled his eyes, but said nothing as he asked for it. Derek slammed the book shut, tossing it on the table as he stood to his feet. "Now shut up and help us."
"Fair enough."
His claws came out, making Isaac's eyes widen.
Peter ordered Isaac to sit down on the chair while Derek sat on the side. Isaac's weight caused the chair to groan in pain. The curly haired teen gripped the edges of the chair, his blue eyes watching Peter's every move. His nerves grew, his heart beating quickly. Isaac didn't want to go with this plan. No he refused to, but it was as if his body was glued against the chair.
He just couldn't move.
"Relax," Peter told him, inching his way to Isaac. "I'll get more out of you if you're calm."
"How do you know how to do this again?"
"It's an ancient ritual used mostly by alphas," he informed the scared boy, "since it's a skill that requires quite a bit of practice."
A fingernail hovered above Isaac's neck from behind, his eyes filled with concentration.
"One slip and you could paralyze someone," Peter warned Isaac. "Or kill them."
That was something that Isaac definitely didn't want to hear. Especially since it was him sitting in this chair right now.
"You-You've had a lot of practice, though, right?" His lips licked nervously, some sweat on his forehead. Peter's hand grabbed Isaac's shoulder, pulling him back so he could see him clearly. Their eyes connect and the former alpha gave him a crooked smile.
"Well, I haven't paralyzed anyone."
Nope.
Nope.
Nope.
Isaac wasn't on board with this anymore.
"Wait! Does that mean you-"
A pain surged throughout his body.
It was more painful than the time he spent with Derek and all his training.
More painful than Isaac being shot by an arrow from Allison.
More painful than the times where his dad punished him for doing something wrong.
It was more painful. In fact, it could have been all three and more combined.
He struggled against Peter's vine grip, wanting to break free and just end the suffering he felt. His eyes turned gold, the inner werewolf overtaking him. Isaac grunted, the memories flooding his mind, clouding his vision. It was all a blur, but he could still remember some stuff from that night.
His mouth clenched, his fingers crushing Peter's arm, but the older man didn't pay any mind to that. Isaac's legs moved in various motions, his body twisting and turning as he wanted to be free. He wanted everything to end already. He wanted the memories to go away, never to be seen again.
Derek couldn't take it anymore.
It was just too much for him to handle.
"Wait! I see them," Peter spoke with a loud grunt. Derek froze, but didn't sit back down. His green eyes heavily gazed at them, not wanting to blink for a second. Peter soon pulled away, his body crashing against the table. Isaac lunged forward, taking in a large breath of air as if he reached the surface of the ocean. Isaac remained still, his whole body shaking like an earthquake.
He felt…different.
Violated maybe, but that was a stretch.
"What'd you see?" Derek's voice brought Isaac back into the world, his head lifting up slightly. Peter continued to pant as he struggled to get onto his feet and keeping himself balanced.
"It was confusing," he admitted to Derek. His hand curled as he recalled the memories he had seen. "Um, im-images. Vague shapes."
"But you saw something."
"Isaac found them," Peter breathlessly informed Derek with amazement.
"Erica and Boyd?" The hope in Derek's voice made Isaac's ears perked. Isaac had found his friends, his pack mates, his "family".
"I barely saw them," Peter added. "I mean: glimpses-"
"But you did see them," Derek hotly interrupted his uncle.
Peter rubbed his hands together, trying to calm himself down.
"Worse…"
Realization hit Derek like bricks.
"Deucalion."
"He was talking to them, something about time running out."
Isaac gulped, holding on to his neck. "What does it mean?"
He looks at Derek for an answer and the young man sighed. "He's going to kill them."
Peter shook his head. "No, no, no, no, no, he didn't say that," he slashed the air with his hand. "He did make them a promise that by the full moon that they'd both be dead."
"The next full moon?"
Peter gave him a look.
"Tomorrow night."
Lucy stood beside Allison as Derek came into the empty classroom. The alpha stare each person in the room before looking at Scott again. Scott explained the reason why Derek needed to be hear, claiming he needed to see the arms of Allison and Lydia.
As Allison and Lydia demonstrated their bare arms, Derek could see the bruises on them, but he wasn't quite impressed.
"I don't see anything," he claimed to them, arms crossed.
"Look again," Scott demanded Derek. Lucy gave the old man an unbelievable face, her mouth forming a tight frown. How could Derek not see the pattern on their arms? This werewolf began to annoy Lucy every second they meet, but she held her tongue considering this was Isaac's alpha.
She was doing this for Isaac.
"How is a bruise going to tell me where Boyd and Erica are?"
"It's the same on both sides," Scott pointed out, staring at Derek. "Exactly the same."
"It's nothing."
"Oh get your eyes check," Lucy growled at him, arms folded harshly across her chest. "It clearly is something!"
"Pareidolia," Lydia spoke to Derek with a calm tone. "Seeing patterns that aren't there. It's a subset of apophenia," she eyed everyone as if they should know it, but Lucy was the only one, along with Stiles, to have done some research about it.
"They're trying to help," Scott pleaded with Derek and the man gave him a funny look.
"These two?" He shifted his position, pointing his finger at Lydia. "This one, who used me to resurrect my psychotic uncle, thank you. And this one," he pointed his finger at Allison, more harshly than the other girl, "who shot about thirty arrows into me and my pack."
It was a silent stare-down between Allison and Derek, the two holding such an ugly past with each other due to the natures they have been born into. Allison wasn't going to let the big, bad wolf intimidate her as if she were some little girl.
She was stronger than that.
"Okay, all right, now, come on," Stiles tried to make peace into this thick tension beginning to build around him. "No one died, all right? Look, there may have been a little maiming, okay, a little mangling, but no death. That's what I call an important distinction."
"Allison and I had our little fight, but we still made up and forgave each other," Lucy reasoned with Derek.
Allison tried a different approach, trying to get Derek to see where she was coming from.
"My mother died," she told him in a hushed tone, too hurt to speak about it even after four months have passed by. Derek turned his attention to the young, teenage girl.
"You family's little honor code killed your mother, not me."
Allison restrained herself from slapping Derek in the face.
"That girl was looking for Scott," she said towards him. Holding her head high, brown eyes gazing against green, she continued on. "I'm here to help him, not you."
"You want to help?" He asked her and Allison waited for an answer. "Find something real."
Lucy lets out an irritated sigh, pinching the bridge of her nose. Derek was one to not ask for help from people he never trusted with, or the enemy. It was a risky choice for him, but Lucy wanted Derek to suck up his huge pride of an alpha werewolf and take any help he can get. With Erica and Boyd missing and no clues being given out, the bruises were the closest clue they all have so far.
Lucy gently places her hand on Allison's shoulder, causing the girl to snap her head at her direction.
"Don't worry about Derek," she comfort her friend. "He just has a difficult time understanding when to accept help when offered. He won't do it until he's on the brink of death."
Derek soon left with everyone's eyes behind him.
They entered the library, marching over to an empty table. It was a free period them all, and they decided to take the opportunity to research further on their bruises. Derek didn't want their help, then so be it.
Lucy plopped herself on the chair besides Lydia, opening up a large textbook. She fished for a highlighter, something bright for her eyes to catch easily when she looked back for future references. Allison currently searched online with her laptop, coming across a websites with ancient symbols, sketching the ones that look similar to their bruises.
"I want one," Lydia bursted out, causing the two girls to stop what they were doing. Lydia nodded her head behind Allison and Lucy followed the hungry gaze Lydia was sending out. Her eyes fell on the twins that had just transferred to their school. The two were leaning against one of the shelves, chatting between themselves. Allison soon turned back around with a sly smile on her face.
"Which one?"
"The straight one, obviously."
"One of them is gay? I didn't know that," Lucy mumbled, quickly skimming through the textbook. She didn't pay any attention to the twins as she had a boyfriend. Lucy then reached for her phone, the screen showed her and Isaac laying on the grass with him nuzzling his face against her cheek. The girl recalled that memory as if it were yesterday.
Lucy look back up to see Danny bump against someone as he sent a shy smile to one of the twins. The one who was gay of course and Lucy couldn't help but giggle at the cute scene.
"Aw! Danny has a little crush," she cooed and Allison laughed too. "He deserves to have someone. Especially with all he has lost…"
"Yeah," Allison agreed. Lydia puts her coffee cup down and the brunette girl grabs it for a closer look. "What if it's not a symbol? What if it's actually a logo?"
She stare up again to see what the two thought, but her eyes noticed Lydia missing.
"Where did she go?"
Lucy pointed behind her; Allison turns her head around and chuckles as Lydia stands in front of one of the twins, her body language screaming with flirt. Lucy shakes her head, but gets up from her seat to sit besides Allison.
"What were you saying about the it being a logo?"
"This," Allison handed Lucy the coffee cup. The former huntress quickly opened up another tab and decided to do a fast research about it. "It could be a logo."
Lucy shrugged, moving her head closer towards Allison.
"It's a start."
That's chapter three! Hope you all enjoyed this one, and next chapter will be really emotional. Trust me it will, so stick around for that one. Anything is appreciated (reviews, alerts, favorites). They all make my day. On to today's question!
Which character (only one) from Teen Wolf would you want to take with you to Disney World?
I'll happily await for your responses XD! Until next time…
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