Hey! Sorry for not updating yesterday. Lost track of time and was busy with work. Ugh, life: it's such a pain :P. Also, I have to admit: Monday's episode was okay. Not too bad, but I didn't feel excited by it that much. I mean, it's still such an excellent episode compared to other teen dramas out there, but I guess I don't like flashbacks too much. Not as confusing as Frayed, I'll give it that. Also, a small message at the end of this chapter. Enjoy this chapter!

Disclaimer: I own nothing, but my OCs…

"Did you…did you see how Boyd died?" Allison cautiously asked Lucy as the tanned girl sat at the edge of the bed. Lucy simply shook her head as she toyed with her fingers and twisted her body around to face Allison.

"Isaac told me everything," she answered her with a soft voice. "How Kali lifted Boyd up while the twins held Derek against his will. Then Kali dropped him into Derek's claws and…that was it. He died from Derek, but it wasn't from him."

The rain from outside was beating down against her apartment window. They were soft droplets, each hit was in a smooth rhythm. Allison stared briefly outside, observing how the clouds were turning grayer in the distance. The groan of her bed brought the girl back to reality as she watched Lucy slowly glide her fingers across her drawer. Lucy stared over her shoulder, the curls of her hair bounced lightly from the movement.

Lucy then glanced outside the window. "It's raining."

"I know," Allison stated confusedly, her head tilting to the side.

"You know rain sometimes symbolizes cleanliness," she calmly told her brunette friend as her brown eyes continued to stare outside. "It washes away the sins and evilness in nature. I noticed that no matter how much it rains," she turned around to finally face Allison, "it won't go away. Deaths keep appearing, blood is still continuing to shed and our lives will always be in danger."

"What are you trying to say?"

"That what if this," she gestured her hand around the air, "is our new reality?"

Allison never thought it that way until now.

The hallways lacked of warmth.

Each door seemed to be the same as the three walked down. Allison lead the way as she knew where his room was while Scott and her travelled not far behind. The lights were dimmed as it made the hallway somehow become more narrowed. Allison stopped, turned around and placed her hand in mid-air.

She was going to enter first.

"Did you bring him?" Gerard's voice was scratchy as Allison stood near the door. Scott quietly entered followed by Lucy and the three stared down at the old man. The black goo was still seeping out from his body, mostly his nostrils and mouth, as he held an already used napkin. His fingertips were tainted with the black goo, some of it underneath his fingernails. His eyes were wide with fascination, but Lucy noted something else that was hidden behind those cold eyes.

It was as if he hadn't changed.

"Come in, Scott," he croaked at him while rolling up his sleeve. Lucy wasn't sure what Gerard was planning on doing, but she decided to keep her mouth shut. Her brother knew how to handle this, how to handle him, but they all knew not to let their guards down around him. With a crooked smile, Gerard extended his arm at Scott. "And give an old man a little something for his pain."

Allison bowed her head slightly at Scott.

"You don't have to do this," she whispered at him, as if pleading for him to back out. Allison didn't want Scott to get hurt because of her, that is what Lucy saw. The girl eyed at Scott and Allison before sending a quiet glare at Gerard. His smile, more like a smirk in her opinion, never faded away. It was as if he knew the choice Scott was going to make.

"If you want me to talk," he growled at them with impatience, "this is how it's going to happen."

"Just do what's best for you," Lucy whispered to her brother and Scott glance at her. Sparing another glance at Allison, Scott slowly approached Gerard while rolling up his sleeve. The girls remained in the back, their eyes never leaving from the scene. Scott heatedly gazed down at the old man sitting on the wheelchair.

"If I do this," he began with a deep voice, "you have to tell us everything you know. Everything."

Gerard cocked his head and Scott finally placed his hand on top of his palm. Gerard's palm felt rough and dry to Scott's touch. As the werewolf closed his hand, the pain was being transferred from the old Argent in Scott's veins. The pain was different for Scott. It was something that he never felt before, not like when he took the pain away from the woman at the hospital. Scott groaned softly as Gerard's grip tighten around the teen. He need the pain to at least go away for a brief moment and his eyes observed in excitement of how this process was occurring.

It certainly didn't feel right for Scott.

Their hands pull apart and Lucy marched forward. Her hands gently hold his shoulders, keeping him steady. He felt a tad dizzy, especially since the pain, the dark pain he took away from Gerard was subsiding slowly. Lucy reached for a chair and helped Scott take a seat while she stood behind him. Gerard lets out a soft laughter while wiping away the remaining goo from his mouth. Allison walked towards the window, her arms were crossed as she leaned against the drawer. She didn't want to be in this room for too long.

Not with him.

"My brother did as you said," Lucy snapped at him, not bothering to be nice around him. "Start talking."

"Well aren't you just a feisty one," he commented, taking his time and Lucy rolled her eyes. "Tell me, Scott, how is Deaton? Is he a goner like the rest of the other two sacrificed doctors?"

"No," Lucy answered for Scott. "They found another body."

"They found a third body?" Gerard asked them.

Allison spoke up from where she sat. "Another doctor, right after Scott found Deaton."

"Right after?" He repeated those two words from his granddaughter's mouth. He then turned his gaze at Scott with a small smirk. "Almost like it was expected he'd survive."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Scott questioned him as his brown eyes pierced into his cold ones.

"How do you know your dark druid isn't your wise veterinarian himself? Maybe he knew you'd find him," he stated calmly as he folded his moist napkin. "Maybe he planned it that way."

"He would never let anyone innocent die," Scott clearly defended his boss. It wasn't in Deaton's nature to kill in cold blood. Especially sacrifices, it just didn't make any sense to Scott.

"Don't be so sure," the old man warned him and Lucy narrowed her eyes at him. "You'd be surprised how far some people would go to get rid of someone like Deucalion."

"Or someone like you?" Allison sassed out at him and Gerard chuckled at the comment. He then wiped his nose again, coughing for a moment. Lucy didn't blame Allison for behaving this way around her grandfather. This man, this cruel man would have killed his own son if it meant survival. He manipulated Allison when she was at her weakest point. He manipulated his daughter, his daughter who was once innocent and was turned into a murderous machine.

His chuckles quieted down.

"I don't go easily though, do I?" He spat out some black goo from his mouth. "You know, Scott, you've made me something of a celebrity here. I'm a medical mystery," he confessed to the teen werewolf who sat in front of him. "The cancer is now virtually undetectable, but the doctors have no clue why my body keeps producing and ejecting this," he spat out some more, "bizarre, black fluid."

Lucy's eyes averted to the used tissue that landed on the floor. There were black areas around the whiteness of the material. She cringed in disgust as she looked back to where Gerard sat in his wheelchair.

"I did what you wanted me to do," Scott calmly stated to him, the leadership skills radiated off from him. "Tell us how to beat him."

"You can't. I've tried."

Allison rose her eyebrows while sighing in disappointment. "Then this is a complete waste of time. He doesn't know anything. Sorry you did this," she apologized to Scott as she began to walk out the room. "Let's go."

"Wait!" Gerard yelled out and Allison halted her footsteps. She had her back towards the three of them and Lucy glanced between her and Gerard. "I can tell you one thing: Deucalion may have lost his eyes, but he's not always blind."

They all entered inside the abandon warehouse.

Ennis lead every werewolf, the scent of blood increasing with each stomp he took. The scent was familiar to him, the scent belong to someone he knew. Someone that was from his pack and now he was gone in a flash. His furious eyes glared at the now cut rope that hung above them all and he snarled at it.

"There!" He pointed his finger at it. "You see it? They dragged him here, an arrow in his throat, and they hung him and cut him in half. They killed one of ours!"

"One of yours," Kali harshly pointed out as she walked forward. Ennis sent a heated glare at her way, but the female alpha wasn't threaten by it. Instead, she smiled at him. "Why should I care about one of your pack?"

"'Cause the hunters don't discern packs," one of Kali's betas spoke up as she stared directly at her alpha. "Especially the Argents."

"But they do discern motive," Deucalion added, his voice surprisingly calm. The older alpha stared at the giant in front of him with concerned eyes. "Ennis, why did they kill him?"

"Because your young, naive beta killed one of them," a beta from Deucalion's pack bravely approached Ennis. The werewolves stood face to face, the beta not backing down from Ennis' wrath that radiated off from him. Deucalion warned his pack mate, Marco, from going on further. The situation had to be handled delicately and with care. "He killed a hunter, didn't he?"

"Accidentally," Ennis fixed his statement, his hot breath hitting Marco's face.

"They were all there," Gerard continued on with his story. Lucy and Allison both took the remaining chairs, the two girls sat beside Scott. "Ennis, Kali, Deucalion: each with their own packs, before they'd killed them all and decided to form their little all-star team."

"But they didn't all live here, did they?" Allison asked at her grandfather and Gerard smiled her way.

"No," he breathed out. "But there was an exceptionally powerful alpha who did live here. She had a capacity to shape-shift, that was rare among her kind. That made her something of a leader, the kind of person they would go to for advice and guidance…"

Lucy inhaled a deep breath. "Who was she?"

"Talia Hale."

Well that's chapter twenty! Sorry for it being short...I can't believe there are only like four episodes left from this show. Next Monday's episode seems crazy and I can't wait for that one! Also, I'm also writing up another Teen Wolf story and plan to give a small preview of it after the last chapter from this story. Here's the question for today:

Who would you choose as your personal trainer: Ennis or The Hulk?

Have fun XD. Reviews, alerts or favorites are greatly appreciated! Until next time…

-WhatTheCensoredXD