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Scott's motorbike roared as it entered the large, abandon building.

His hand gripped the handle and the bike came to a stop. Isaac's arms soon loosen around from the werewolf's waist as he stepped off from the vehicle. Scott took off his helmet and Isaac followed as well and placed it on the bike.

"We're just going to talk to him," Scott explained his plan to Isaac, his brown eyes observing the empty area. "Try to reason with him. That's it, all right?"

He looked at his friend and Scott rose an eyebrow at the strange expression Isaac was giving. Scott knew Isaac, how he behaved or acted, and that particular face always came on whenever the young boy had an idea in his head. Sometimes Scott would agree, but most of the time it dealt with violence and that wasn't what the omega werewolf supported.

"What?"

"Nothing," he answered, but his blue eyes remained somewhere else. "It's just that, uh, I'm actually kind of hungry now."

Isaac stood beside Scott's side, his hands were shoved in his jean pockets. Scott patted his back in comfort while saying "So am I." before leading them both deeper into the gigantic mall. Their thick boots caused the trash that was scattered around the floor to crunch. Scott's nose picked up a heavy scent, a scent that could only belong to someone so evil.

So powerful.

So cruel.

The two werewolves stepped out of the shadows and into the light that the moon had provided for them. Deucalion stood patiently on the broken escalators as both hands rested on top of his thin cane he used. Although he was blind, Isaac couldn't help but be freaked out by the fact that the alpha werewolf was gazing right at them. It caused Isaac's body to send a chilling shiver down his spine and Deucalion's smirk grew slightly by the motion.

"You didn't come alone," Deucalion's voice was deep and smooth. He didn't sound quite surprised at all, almost as if he were expecting it.

"Yeah," Scott pipped up as he introduced the alpha to his friend. "This is Isaac."

"I'm not talking about Isaac," he responded back at Scott with a hint of annoyance. Scott's face scrunched in confusion as he wasn't sure what he meant by that. That's when it hit Scott like lightning as he smelled another scent. Both him and Isaac's head snapped towards their left to see Derek approach them into the light.

His face was already into his werewolf form, his eyes became bloody red as he glared at Deucalion. Scott could feel the younger alpha's heat rise due to anger, but he didn't need to know that. Scott could just tell by the scowl of his mouth.

He was ready to kill.

"You knew I would do this?" Scott felt slightly betrayed by this. He'd hoped to have settled this without any bloodshed happening tonight. "Derek, don't. You can't do this and no one gets hurt. If someone else dies-"

"Him," Derek growled at Scott in mid-sentence. He pointed his finger angrily at Deucalion, his red eyes becoming darker. "Just him."

"Just me?" The older man repeated with fake shock. "Now, how's a blind man find his way into a place like this all on his own?"

Soon all the alphas appeared from the shadows from all angles. The alpha twins stood on top of the ledge, their eyes staring down at everyone. Kali slid down from the concrete column, leaving marks on it. Her sharp toes clicked on the cement floor, the sound echoing throughout the room. Ennis silently made his to the battle field using the broken escalator that was beside Scott and Isaac.

The line had been drawn.

The teams were set.

And Derek charged as the silence killed him.

His deadly eyes were completely focused on Deucalion, and him only. Just like how he discussed with his uncle, his sister and Boyd: kill the head of the snake and the rest will fall. It made sense to him as Deucalion held the most power than all the other alphas. It was the only way that they could make the other alphas run out of Beacon Hills.

Even if it meant blood being shed.

Derek was close on attacking Deucalion, but was stopped from Kali as her foot scratched the side of his face. Her growl was dark and terrifying with her red eyes glowing with a predatory gaze. The rest of the alphas followed her lead as Ethan and Aiden morphed into their infamous giant persona and went after Scott and Isaac.

The four, or in this case: three, had unfinished business to take of.

Sharp claws swung in every direction. Blows were made and bones were crushed as if they were nuts that needed to be cracked. A roar came from somewhere, but no one was sure who it belonged to. Growls and snarls echoed throughout the whole abandoned mall, the sounds bouncing off every broken wall in sight.

Blood was splattered, clothes were teared apart and death quietly loomed above them all. Someone was going to die tonight. They were not sure who, but someone in this room was going to have their life cut short.

More screams of pain had tainted their way into the air. It wasn't long that alpha pack had the upper hand on power and strength. Everyone, minus the alpha pack, were on the floor. Their bodies had no more energy and even if they tried to move, everywhere was sore. Too much injuries in a short amount of time.

"Kill him," Deucalion's voice ordered Derek. "The others can go."

Derek snapped his head at him as a form of shock came across his werewolf features. His red eyes stared into Boyd's yellow eyes, the helpless teenager pleading at his alpha. Boyd didn't want to die, he had promised Erica that he would keep on fighting this mess.

To keep on fighting for her.

Boyd couldn't die just now.

Derek noticed the look, the look of mercy showed in his eyes. He couldn't do this to Boyd, he was still a kid. Derek's chest rose heavily, his claws forming a tight fist as Deucalion made his way down the escalator.

"You're beaten," he spoke aloud again. He used the cane for support and no one dare to move from where they stood. "Do it, Derek. Take the first step."

"Are we serious with this kid?" Kali snorted at Deucalion, not bothering to hide her disapproval of the choice. "Look at him," she hissed at Derek's direction and he turned his attention at her. "He's an alpha? To what? A couple of useless teenagers?"

Deucalion rolled his eyes behind his glasses.

"Some have more promise than others," he drawled while gazing directly at Scott's way. Scott wasn't sure what he meant by that, or the way he 'stared' only at him when he said that statement. Was Deucalion trying to say that Scott had potential on becoming stronger than he was now?

"Let him rise to the occasion then," Kali demanded, her patience wearing thin. "What'll it be, Derek? Pack or family?"

A whimper escaped from Cora's mouth as Kali's foot crushed harder against her pale neck, the sharp toes piercing into her skin. Cora felt the thick and stickiness of her own blood oozing out of her body and she tried to calm herself down and focused on healing, but the pain was still there.

Derek wasn't sure what to do, what to pick.

Should he save Boyd as he was the only member in his pack that he had left. Erica was dead and he kicked Isaac out for safety reasons, but Boyd. This boy was someone that Derek had no problem with as Boyd followed his every command without arguing, except when he and Erica decided to leave the pack.

But then there was Cora. His baby sister that he thought he would never see in his life ever again. Derek had already lost majority of his family with the last living relative being his older sister Laura. But then his uncle had somehow survived, and now his sister who was captured by the alpha pack for three months.

It was difficult to choose.

"Derek, duck!" A voice screamed from above. Derek didn't have time to see who it was as two arrows were shot down his way. They didn't hit him directly as they weren't aiming at him, but just at the floor. Lucy quickly grabbed another arrow from her bag, fixing it into place as she pulled the trigger again. Allison was much faster than her as her fingers were like lightening speed. Lucy's brown eyes were harden with determination, her mouth in a straight line as she shot another arrow.

The bright lights exploded down on the ground. It was like a firework show happening, only it could be deadly for the werewolves. The two continued until they had no arrows left. They had finished and both girls had lowered their weapons with a faint victory smile forming on their faces.

A surge of confidence had built inside of Scott.

The teenager rose from his spot as he went into a defensive pose. Ennis stood in front of him, growling his canine teeth at him. Lucy grew worried for her brother, but realized that Scott knew what he was doing.

He had been dealing with this for months now.

Their growls combined caused a shiver to run down her spine. As the two charged at each other, it seemed to have go in slow motion in her eyes. She could pick out every little detail from where she stood. The claws drawn out front, the eyes shinning brightly in the dark, the sweat and blood on their clothing.

Everything.

They collided against each other and the ground shook. It made Lucy take a step back, the vibrations underneath her boots stunned her for a moment. Just as how fast as the two struck their bodies, they stumbled back. Lucy watched as Ennis struggled to find his balance, but her brother shifted his body so that he knelt down, effectively stopping in a smooth motion.

What shocked her the most was the color of his eyes.

Lucy wasn't sure if her mind was playing tricks on her, but she wasn't sick. Her vision was fine, but the color of his eyes...

They were red.

They were red.

Like an alpha's.

Scott shook his head, the color in his eyes returning to their normal yellow. Derek took this opportunity to attack Ennis from the back. He had slashed his spine with all of his force, the blood dripping from his fingertips. As the two alphas went at it, Scott merely watched with Isaac behind him. Derek's energy never drained, his determination to just kill someone, or at least injure him badly, was on full blast.

But Ennis had struck back as he made Derek fall to the ground. The fallen alpha didn't give up just yet as he rose to his feet again and charged at his enemy. They had thrown punches and slashes before holding each other's arms in their hands. The two grunted as they headed nearer towards the edge of the floor.

Scott's claw slashed at Ennis' ankle, making him roar in pain. Ennis lost his balance as he stumbled forward, but his grip never loosen from Derek. Lucy stopped breathing with her eyes growing wide in horror as she watched the two fall down into the hole.

And a loud crash was soon heard.

"Lucy, we just want to talk," Scott's voice was muffled by the other side of the door with Isaac behind him. They had just returned from the battle, but the two were surprised to see her there. "Lucy, please open the door."

Scott ignored the pain that stung like fire in his abdomen.

"Go away, Scott," Lucy yelled from her room. The girl was sitting on the edge of her bed as her fingers hovered above the crossbow. "I'm tired."

Scott sighed in defeat with his hand falling to his side. He glanced at Isaac, the blue-eyed werewolf holding his arm as it was starting to heal.

"There's no use," he told Isaac as he wiped the dirt from his forehead. "She won't open this door until morning."

Scott hissed as he shuffled away from Lucy's door. Isaac gazed against the wood, his hand grabbing the knob. Should Isaac just tried to enter on his own? No, he shouldn't as Isaac knew it was better for Lucy to cool off on her own instead of adding the heat. He lets go of the door knob and headed off to the guest room that Mrs. McCall had provided him.

Scott was right.

They will deal with this in the morning.

It didn't go according to plan.

Scott and Isaac woke up, changed and headed downstairs only to find nothing in the kitchen. Isaac searched everywhere, even returning upstairs. Isaac charged into her room to find nothing but any empty bed that was perfectly made like always.

Isaac walked back out, shutting the door closed with confused eyes. He rushed down the steps, hollering at Scott.

"She's gone."

Scott held his bag. "I know."

"Do you think she's okay?" Isaac asked, worried for a moment. He wasn't sure why Lucy was acting this way. It was something she had never done before, not to him in particular though. Scott sighed as a hand ran through his hair and shook his head.

"I have no idea," he sadly admitted to Isaac. "She hasn't acted this way since-"

Scott froze mid-sentence and Isaac leaned his head forward, gesturing for him to finish.

"She hasn't acted this way since what?"

"Since…" Scott stared at Isaac with unreadable eyes. "Since our parents divorced."

"Oh," was all he could say. With months of dating, Lucy had rarely mentioned about her dad. In fact, it was never for her. Isaac respected her wishes just as she respected his. She never wanted to remind Isaac of his dad, not wanting him to relive his painful past. It was one of the subjects that they never touched.

They simply steered clear from that.

Scott scratched his neck as he hid the injury. "Yeah, but I think we should get going. Don't want to be late for that country-cross meet. Coach will have our heads for keeping him waiting."

"Okay."

Derek was dead.

Derek was dead.

Derek was dead.

That was the only three words that swam through Scott's head. It was his fault for Derek being dead as he was the idiot to slash Ennis' ankle.

Why did he do it?

Why was he trying to play hero all the time?

Why couldn't he just stay put?

If Scott could travel back into time, he would make sure to go back to the battle and stopped himself from doing that small action. A small, slash caused Derek's death and it was all his fault.

He made the two fall down the hole and into the broken escalator.

He made them do that.

And the deep wound that remained in his abdomen was just a reminder for his stupid actions. He deserve not to heal. Not with Derek out of the picture. He deserved this, and deserved to the fullest pain it had brought along.

Which is why he didn't bother with Stiles' studying session on the bus. The voice of Stiles just rushed passed his mind, ignoring it as he felt completely guilty. Scott managed to answer the correct words for his PSATs, but he couldn't help but groan at the pain underneath his shirt caused by the bus jumping.

"Oh, buddy, you okay?" Stiles asked Scott with concern. His hazel eyes watch as the werewolf exhaled heavily, hissing occasionally. That was the last straw for Stiles. "We shouldn't have come. I knew it. We shouldn't have come."

"We had to," Scott argued at his best friend. "There's safety in numbers."

"Yeah, well, there's also death in numbers, okay?" Stiles retorted back at him. "It's called a massacre."

The human boy sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose at Scott's stubbornness. He clicked through his iPad while reading off the synonyms aloud. "Or bloodbath, carnage, slaughter, butchery…wow: that's-"

Scott exhaled another painful groan.

"All right, Scott, I'm telling coach that-"

"No!" He stopped him. "No, no, no. I'm all right."

Stiles resisted on rolling his eyes at him.

"Well, you don't look all right," he sassed at the werewolf with a serious gaze. Stiles soon leaned his hand closer to Scott's stomach area, his fingers wiggling a bit. "Would you just let me see it?"

Scott slapped his hand away and Stiles jumped back in surprised. The brown eyed boy didn't want Stiles to worry for him. He could handle it himself, but in reality: he truly deserved it because of what he had done. It was his punishment for what he did.

Stiles begged for his friend on allowing him to see the wound. He was afraid of Scott's health right now. Werewolf or not, Stiles would always be worried for his safety just like how he worried for his every single day. Scott finally agreed as he lifted up, clutching his eyes closed as he moved for a moment.

The large gash on Scott's torso was still fresh. Some parts of his wound held dried blood while others continued to smear out slowly. Stiles nearly vomited at what he witness, but he stayed strong for the sake of support that Scott dearly needed as of right now.

"Oh dude…"

"I know it's bad," Scott puts down his white shirt, the blood sticking against the fabric. "But it's because they're from an alpha. It'll take longer to heal."

"How come Boyd and Isaac are fine then?" Stiles pointed out with a firm tone, giving his friend a pointed look. The boy stared forward while misery had invaded Scott's facial features. It was burning all around him in a never ending cycle and it keeps coming worse due before.

"I can't believe it," Scott expressed in shock as he gazed out the bus window. The gloomy weather had added to his horrible mood, not making it any better. "I can't believe Derek is dead."

He was dead...

Lucy rested her head against Allison's car window.

She was sitting quietly in the back, her legs completely stretched on the car seat. Lucy was very comfortable as she concentrated with vocabulary words. She tried to study any opportunity that was thrown at her, but it had become less frequent as the situation of the alpha pack had become more frustrating. Lucy didn't want to fall behind, not during this year as it was the most important one in high school. This one year that she should be looking for colleges after she graduated from school and passing the SATs with a good score.

Lucy flipped her hair as she gazed out the window. Her eyes flickered quickly as the outside world passed by her in a blur. The sun was blazing high in the sky, but she narrowed her eyes as she picked up some clouds looming towards the west. She turned away and focused her attention at her book again. She lightly tapped her pencil on the book as she bit the inside of her cheek.

She couldn't believe she agreed to come along with Allison.

But she had too.

Lydia puts her thermodynamic textbook down to highlight something.

"So is that whole 'not let them out of your sight' thing literal or more like a general rule?" She questioned Allison with a curious tone.

"Why?"

"You're running on fumes," Lydia pointed out with her writing utensil and Allison groaned loudly. Lucy snapped her head up as she looked over Allison's seat to see how little gas she has left.

"I thought you refueled your car?" Lucy asked as she sat straight up. Her hand gripped the shoulder of the driver's seat, glancing between the two girls in front. Allison sighed as she rubbed a furious, and tired, hand across her forehead. Lydia wasn't so helpful as she spoke once again.

"Yeah," she drawled as soon as realization had hit the huntress' face. "And I'm pretty sure that bus holds a lot more gas than this Toyota."

"What if we stop?" Allison suggested to the two of them and Lucy checked her phone. The results came up negative and a slight frown had crept on her face.

"The nearest gas station isn't in like a mile and a half," she complained to her friends before locking her phone. "I have to agree with Lydia on this one. I doubt we can keep up with that bus with this much fuel you have, Allison."

"See, she understands," Lydia gestured her hand at Lucy. "Is it real that big of a deal? I mean," she returned to her work, "so we lose them. We know where they're headed."

"You didn't see what happened," Allison responded back as she locked her gaze with Lucy using the rear-view mirror. Lucy swallowed the small lump in her throat as she looked down to her feet. Her hands brushed aside her white skirt while recalling what happened the other night.

It was horrible.

"I know who started it," Lydia muttered to herself, but since the car was silent it was easily reached to their ears. Lucy quirked an eyebrow at the strawberry-haired girl wondering what she meant by that. Allison sat straight in her seat as she continued to hold the wheel.

"Is that what Aiden told you?" A smirk was plastered on Allison's face as Lucy chuckled from behind. Lydia was surprised, but she quickly masked that emotion as she gave Allison an eye roll.

"Aiden? Whoa, whoa, whoa," Lydia shakes her head as she made the connection to what Allison was saying. "Hold on a second. Is that why you two are inviting me on this whole little road trip thing?" She accused them as Lydia whipped her head behind to see Lucy as well. Lucy merely sent her a innocent look, but Lydia squinted her eyes as she could see pass that façade.

The two didn't say anything and Lydia was speechless.

"Oh, my gosh," she raised her voice at the two of them. "You two are keeping an eye on them and me."

Allison finally gave in as she drove down the road while keeping watch on the yellow bus. "So there's nothing going on between you two?"

"I'm appalled by the insinuation," Lydia complained at them and Lucy laughed while Allison tried to fight off a smile. Lucy rested her chin on Allison's chair, sending a sly grin at Lydia's way.

"Nothing?" Allison and Lucy asked in unison.

"Nothing," Lydia huffed as she stared straight out the windshield. The car was silent for a few minutes as only the air conditioning was heard. Allison drove at regular speed and Lucy flickered her gaze between the quiet, daydreaming Lydia and the yellow bus that was ahead of them. Soon enough, Lydia applied some bright, red lipstick while seductively staring into the rear-view mirror. She pulled away from her memory and her eyes landed on her two friends with knowing smiles.

"What?"

"That sure seemed like nothing, Lydia," Lucy teased at her as she chuckled heartily back into her seat.

Lydia rolled her eyes, but said nothing at all. Lucy offered some raisins to her friends in the car and both gratefully took them. Allison had made sure to pack some snacks for the journey as the time would be long and by the looks of it: longer.

Allison hit the brakes, making the wheel halt on the road. Lucy lunged forward slightly as she was taken by surprise of them stopping. She brushed her hair behind her ear and lowered the car window. Stretching her neck outside she let the breeze rush through her hair. The sun was being covered by the clouds that approached over the valley road in a snail-like speed, but there was still some light. She took note of the distance between the bus and the car and made an annoyed 'tsk' sound with her tongue.

"There seems to be a large traffic up ahead," she sighed as she fixed her hair. "My best bet: we're going to be stuck for a while."

"Great," Lydia groaned and Allison banged her head against the steering wheel.

It will be a long day.

That's chapter 12! Hoped you all enjoyed. Here's the question for today:

What came first, the chicken or the egg?

This should be interesting, but once again: thank you all for everything! Until next time…

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